Chapter 166 Ridiculous
[…What do you think of this forum post? ] The system said after the author Jing read the forum comments.
"My feeling is that everyone guessed the wrong direction, and they are still misunderstanding each other. Maybe this is a manifestation of crowd psychology?"
The author Jing Si never thought that the forum would speculate in this direction, because the real development is not like this. The spirit would speak like that, and there is no need for any explanation. He would do that just because he is a spirit.
Why should we explain supernatural beings from a human perspective?
That's not necessary at all.
"The existence of spirits is so abnormal that no logical formula can be applied to them. This is the most basic logic."
“The work “Oddity” was engraved with abnormality from the very beginning. It is hard to say whether it is right or wrong to understand abnormality with common sense, but it can only be said that it is an extremely bad choice.”
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As the author Jing said, the forum's speculation and subsequent developments were completely different.
Compared to what the audience thought, that the alien spirit He Jingtong would die, the one who was truly in a life-and-death crisis was He Yunian and everyone present.
To the alien spirits, it doesn't matter whether He Jingtong is dead or alive.
To block yourself is just like the relationship between the left hand and the right hand.
Beyond this behavior, the spirit celebration scene and the pale figure whose existence is to disappear are meaningless to the spirits.
What does the alien want?
It was clear from the very beginning that he wanted to break free from the constraints again and again. It was obvious that what he wanted was freedom, indulgence, and the ability to do whatever he wanted.
He was not like the alien spirit He Jingtong, who would be emotionally involved in thinking about whether he would be controlled and enveloped by fate if he became a legend as the alien spirit Fu Zexun wished.
Only humans choose to resist fate.
The alien spirits will only trample.
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"Whether it's He Jingtong or He Jingtong, who you seem to define as a different spirit from me, they are both very naive."
"They naively put themselves in the role of a dragon slayer who will eventually become a dragon. But from the beginning to the end, all their actions, no matter how much they seemed to be resisting fate, were essentially following fate."
The alien held a ritual knife in his hand, and the cruelty in his eyes was not concealed at all.
After He Yunian appeared, some implicit expressions were identified by logic in the forum. For example, comic readers thought that the alien would continue to provoke He Yunian with words, making him look more ferociously at "He Jingtong", thereby indirectly affecting the situation of the alien He Jingtong...
This situation does not exist at all.
"What are you talking about?" The alien spirit gripped the hilt of the knife tightly. The ceremonial knife, which was used as a ceremonial object in ancient times, was entangled by black power, like thorns, covering the entire blade.
In front of He Yunian and everyone present, the alien spirit swung its knife at He Wanjin again.
This time, he still wanted to chop it off, but what he actually did was...
With his other hand, he used it as a blade and raised it to chop off the arm that never moved as he wished.
Black power scattered from the broken wound. Before anyone could react, the spirit chopped off the arm holding the knife, causing the knife to fall. However, before other people could catch up with the action, he quickly caught Ming Jiuguan with his other intact hand and chopped towards He Wanjin again.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The blade cut through the wind, slicing off a strand of hair. Even more clearly, the splash of red blood was visible.
The gurgling sound of the throat being cut accompanies the ears, and the happiness hidden deep in the heart also turns into dust as the life gradually slips away.
No one could have imagined that the alien spirit would be so decisive. He decisively cut off his own hand and also decisively raised his hand to kill He Wanjin.
"Why, why..." The young man covered his throat and retreated, his consciousness about to fall into a long dark period. But before that, he still did not forget to ask for the answer that was destined to be unanswered.
But the spirit did not answer.
The inhuman monster simply stared at everyone present, and said in the most sarcastic tone possible: "When I was not sure if there were any restrictions, I was able to destroy the Prison of Spiritual Masters. What makes you think that you would tolerate your body not obeying your commands when I have already gotten rid of the restrictions that do not exist at all?"
The alien spirit didn't even look at He Wanjin.
He's just a dying person, what's there to worry about?
The alien spirit was very close to He Wanjin, so close that even though the man could not get the answer he wanted from the alien spirit, he suddenly realized that the alien spirit did not need any reason or excuse to kill the spiritualist.
This has been happening since ancient times, every year, every month, every moment...
Either be killed or be killed.
It’s just that modern spiritualists have already formed a systematic scale, so they naturally ignore the fact that everything today is built on a path paved with the blood and tears of past spiritualists.
But all the wonderful status quo that had existed before was merely a short-term advantage that spiritualists had gained in this endless human history.
As for the future that does not exist at all, today's spiritual masters are just adapting to the times and heading towards the bottom again.
The stupidity of the spiritual masters naturally led them to add a thought to themselves in their subconscious mind:
An idea that they are protected by the prophet, so they will not die.
All the evil created by Fu Zexun was stopped, and the alien Fu Zexun was completely destroyed in the end. In this way, what else can be bad?
They just forgot...
The prophet who had protected them had died long before them.
Blood obscured the view, and the clothes of the man who fell to the ground were soaked in red. The smell of rust seemed to fill the air, and at the very end, He Wanjin smiled.
Self-deprecating, sarcastic...
Mock at your own incompetence, ridicule your own ignorance, and hate your own insignificance.
But he also knew that everything that happened afterwards would have nothing to do with him anymore.
Alien spirits, spiritual masters, companions, ordinary people, and even the whole world...
None of this will have anything to do with him.
Out of the corner of his eye he seemed to still see the white-haired child desperately running towards him, but He Wanjin knew it was too late.
It’s too late…
There was no time for the living spiritual masters to understand the fact that they were always living in a death that was destined to leave regrets.
There was no time to tell them that even a spiritual master would eventually become a spirit.
The long, lasting darkness came unexpectedly.
At this point, He Wanjin died.
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The ghost's sight did not pay any attention to him, even though the corpse was only one step away from him.
He just said to He Yunian indifferently: "Don't you look like He Jingtong?"
The alien spirit finally raised his eyes and looked at He Yunian, whose face was full of anger. He seemed unable to understand and unwilling to accept everything that was happening.
He laughed and said, "This is the funniest joke I have ever heard since I was born."
The arm that he severed was wrapped in black power and grew rapidly.
When He Yunian was furious and was about to launch a real-world attack, the alien spirit directly rushed forward with a knife in hand.
The extremely fast attack almost cut off He Yunian's entire arm.
With an old face, he had no choice but to give up the gesture that was originally intended to facilitate the transmission of power so as to open the realm more quickly.
His strongest skill was easily blocked by the alien spirits.
The inhuman creature's eyes were filled with wantonness, and he spoke unbridled about all his thoughts. Anyway, no matter who it was, they had to listen obediently in the end.
"Who gave you the courage to mistake me for He Jingtong?"
At this moment, the weapon in the alien's hand had already come into direct contact with He Yunian.
The spiritual master's body, strengthened by the power of the soul, barely blocked the attack of the ritual knife, and the junction of the blade and the body emitted a powerful clanging sound.
The aliens are not like He Jingtong, who has been facing challenges constantly.
The powerful enough spirit easily launched several attacks in a short period of time.
He Yunian had to resist every attack with all his might. At this moment, let alone opening the realm, even the idea that he would not die here seemed impossible.
As if teasing, the spirit gradually increased the strength of the weapon.
But the darker the black becomes, the more desperate the resisters become.
"Who gave you the knowledge that you can talk to me from the position of a grandfather?"
Ming Jiuguan was casually thrown away by the alien spirit, but was supported by the black force, so that it floated in the air and did not fall to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the alien's hand, which looked quite youthful, grabbed He Yunian's neck.
At this moment, the alien spirit's whole body was supported by the black power, and his toes were slightly suspended from the ground. At this moment, just by his own posture, he was far superior to He Yunian, who had been arrogant for seventy years.
The real arrogance is that I can say whatever I want and do whatever I want. Arrogant people ignore the rules.
True jealousy is the fear that accompanies destruction. If you can't get it, then destroy it.
The real laziness is that the whole world is not as important as itself in the eyes of lazy spirits. The world is not worth mentioning to lazy spirits.
The nothingness that came from Qi Yuan was nothing more than a force.
Just like water that a person drinks when he is thirsty, or food that a person eats when he is hungry, it is nothing more than a need and the act of satisfying it.
The spirits never feel pain from this.
"Don't judge me based on your stupid experience."
The alien raised his arms high. He was still suspended in the air, and even deliberately raised his hands so that He Yunian, who was being strangled by the neck, could look down at him.
"I told you, I'm a spirit—"
The alien spirit looked at the life in his hands and smiled.
"It is a spirit that is expected by many beings and envied by countless spiritualists, but it still stands here."
"And you, the spiritual masters, are unable to restrain or resist me, so you——"
The spirit looked at He Yunian, and there was no humanity in its dark eyes. The increasingly tight grip also proved that the spirit's killing was like a tiger chasing a deer, or a hunter shooting. It always existed in a way that was not justified.
"It's just food."
Along with the crisp sound of the larynx breaking, countless attacks were blocked outside the alien spirit's body.
Bullets, blades, wooden swords, all kinds of abilities and traits, and even people rushing over with fists swinging...
One after another, group after group, like ants.
"How ridiculous."!