Chapter 19

"A lot of rich people have participated in this experiment... supernatural beings... cough cough, wow!"

He Jingtong watched as his classmate tried hard to turn his head away, and his internal organs, mixed with blood and foaming, fell onto the carpet in the cinema.

"Stop talking!" He Jingtong emphasized.

"I want to say." He refused to live.

"I must... say everything I want to say..."

"Those rich people believe that after the soul is transformed, they can live forever. Ahem... as long as they do more experiments and get more spiritual transformation data, they will be able to achieve the state where the soul's shape is not reflected on the body when the soul is transformed."

"As long as the spirit is not killed, it will not die."

"Once the body is no longer affected by the soul's transformation, not only can immortality be achieved, but aging will also cease..."

The purple color had spread from his lower body to his neck.

"And... what I left you may not just be a last word."

He looked at He Jingtong, the boy who was two years younger than him.

He could see the confusion and incomprehension in his eyes.

The identity of a transfer student itself meant that he knew nothing about the world of spirits.

When he transferred to the next semester, did it mean that he just got to know the other world when summer vacation started?

Before your brain is corroded, students should try their best to think.

Think, say, do.

Before stepping out of the cinema, he used all his remaining rationality to push He Jingtong away.

I stayed where I was, staggering and almost falling.

"…Even if the experiment fails, it can't be wasted."

"That's what those bastards said..."

"I can also feel that after my soul has transformed, my body is filled with a sense of expansion."

A bad feeling arose in He Jingtong's heart.

"I will explode. I will transform successfully and become an A-level spirit. I will explode suddenly and make this mall disappear..."

"I have no strength left." He raised the tentacle-like slime "hand" covered in purple power and showed it to He Jingtong with great effort.

"I can't even kill myself."

Tears were streaming down his face, but he ignored them and just kept apologizing again and again. In his endless apologies, he only added one sentence: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please kill me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The mutations had already spread to his mouth.

But that face was no longer distorted.

Beneath the tears, I was calm and neither sad nor happy.

He didn't want to scare He Jingtong.

This is my junior, a kid who just finished his freshman year of high school.

He had just entered another world.

He obviously has enough time in the future to slowly understand the love and hate in the spirit world...

Qi Xueyi, that enthusiastic little dog, will definitely guide his teammates well.

Other classmates will also be as kind to him as his seniors in the past.

But there is no way...

He couldn't kill himself. After his soul became a spirit and his emotions became extreme, it was even more impossible for him to commit suicide.

Only a spiritualist can kill a spirit...

There is no way to reverse the transformation.

"My name is Jiang Nan. I am a third-year student in the Department of Supernatural. I have chosen Fudan University as my university of choice. After the summer vacation, I will be admitted directly to the Department of Supernatural at Fudan University."

He is still smiling.

"sorry.

The last word was finally submerged by the purple power.

The pair of eyes that had not yet been completely submerged in purple were still shedding tears.

Until the white power, after being compressed, pierced through Jiang Nan's forehead with a "bang".

Those eyes, which were already dull, also completely lost their luster.

But before he died, Jiang Nan forced himself to close his eyes.

It's like...

Use a smile to show:

Don't feel guilty.

Jiang Nan fell down, his body continuing to disintegrate as he fell, but before he completely hit the ground, nothing was left.

All that was left were the tattered pieces of Elite Academy uniforms.

…

the other side.

Fu Zexun looked at the surveillance camera, pointed his powerful fingertips at the white soul power that flashed by in the surveillance camera, and said to the people not far away with bright eyes: "Look! I knew that this child must be special."

Fu Zexun was really happy.

But when he noticed the change in the expression of the person not far away, his excitement quickly cooled down. He straightened the cuffs of his white coat, raised his head again, and his habitual gentle smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

The person not far from Fu Zexun frowned, but when he saw Fu Zexun raise his head, his frowning eyebrows unconsciously relaxed, and he said, "It's not that easy to get the people of the He family."

"Not to mention that they are members of the He family who have awakened their spiritual power."

"Why do you say that?" Fu Zexun asked.

"Perhaps in your eyes, that boy is just a transfer student who has just entered the Academy for Talents, but from my point of view, a huge network has already been formed in this city. Countless people of all kinds are surrounding him, protecting him in a way that only he himself is unaware of."

After the man finished speaking, he glanced at Fu Zexun's face again and continued, "Do you know He Yunian?"

"He Yunian is the grandfather of the child in the surveillance video. On the surface, he is a wealthy man in the domestic industry, but in reality, he is one of the most powerful immortal spiritualists of the contemporary era."

"Do you think the awakening of He Jingtong's soul power was an accident, or was it something the old man had prepared for long ago?"

Fu Zexun's face froze, but then his smile brightened. He said, "But as far as I know, the person involved in the previous hospital ghost incident, He Wanchen, is He Jingtong's uncle, right?"

Fu Zexun poked hard at He Jingtong's back on the surveillance monitor.

The edge area of ​​the fingertips is colorful.

The man curled his lips, took out a cigarette nonchalantly, and without smoking, he just lit it and held it between his fingertips.

When the smoke was lingering, he said, "Just a discarded piece that had been abandoned long ago."

"The old man He Yunian had four sons in his lifetime. The youngest son, He Wanchen, didn't know about the family situation and went to study medicine. The eldest son knew the situation and also awakened his power, but his talent was really mediocre. The second son's talent in business far exceeded his talent as a spiritualist, so he went into business. The third son was more special. Although he was powerful and talented, and even had an S-level evaluation, he was recruited into the national defense department very early."

"That old man He Yunian probably hasn't seen his youngest son for more than 20 years."

"Many years ago, when He Jingtong was just born, the old man was probably ready to give up his son so that his grandson could grow up to be successful."

"But that's true." The man threw the half-burned cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. He then glanced at Fu Zexun, whose fingers kept twitching, and said with a half-smile, "How could ordinary people know that in addition to natural awakening, spiritual masters also have artificial awakening."

Fu Zexun was silent for a long time.

No one knows what he is thinking.

After all, one of his original research directions was to enable ordinary people to become spiritual masters.

As it is now, conducting experiments on humans and forcibly transforming them into spirits is the final step in creating controllable spirits after it is confirmed that it is impossible to artificially create spirit masters.

Fu Zexun has always believed that as long as he has enough military force, those controlled spirits only need to be distributed in every corner. When a spirit incident is observed, Fu Zexun can control those artificial spirits in the first time and go out to resolve the spirit incident.

Even when being friends with An Lai, Fu Zexun only did so for his soul power that was related to the program.

But now, the people who supported him in making humans spiritual, who kept spending money to let him do experiments, who provided him with experimental assistants, who recorded data, and who even took the initiative to send living people to him for experiments, told him that...

"How could ordinary people possibly know that in addition to natural awakening, spiritual masters can also be awakened artificially."

"But how can we guarantee that the power generated by human emotions is positive when it comes to artificial awakening?"

Fu Zexun only asked himself this question in his heart but did not say it out loud.

But the man, who had a high IQ, immediately thought of the corresponding answer as soon as the question was formed.

Just cultivate it from a young age.

As long as the experimental subject is trained to be a positive child from an early age, no matter how extreme his emotions are, he will definitely be kind deep down in his heart.

Therefore, at the time of awakening, even if there is a possibility of spiritualization, that possibility will be compressed to the minimum because of the growth environment and educational direction since childhood.

"It turns out to be so simple..." Fu Zexun murmured to himself, "It turns out to be just that simple."

An extremely fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

So what has he done all these years?

When he first started attacking his own kind, he told himself that this was for the survival of more people.

The man who was stepping on the cigarette butt not far away was one of the people who provided live experiments for Fu Zexun.

As for those who were subjected to live experiments, most of them were death row prisoners.

Therefore, when he took action, Fu Zexun felt no guilt at all.

And when they finally started to attack ordinary people, it was more or less because they knew that the death row inmates were full of negative energy, and even if their souls were transformed into spirits, they could not keep their bodies intact.

Ordinary people would be much better.

The experiment on ordinary people actually showed a relatively successful conclusion.

Just like the Xiyang Elementary School ghost that is more than three meters tall when unfolded, but when folded together, it still looks like a third-grade elementary school student.

This can actually be considered a success.

Fu Zexun's original next goal was to make the elementary school student ghost disguise itself as an elementary school student until he created a device that would allow the ghost to be seen by ordinary people.

Even though disguise is just disguise and not real, as long as it is not discovered by others, then the disguise must be real.

The success of the experiment was only one step away from him...

Even when they chose to use students from the psychic department to conduct experiments, it was only because they thought that the students of the psychic master would become more powerful after becoming psychics.

A more powerful spirit that can be controlled...

In the final analysis, it is just like when the ancients forged a sword, they would throw themselves into the sword furnace.

Fu Zexun has always convinced himself in this way.

Abandon a very small number of people and create powerful weapons so that the spirits that may be born at any time in the world will never be able to disturb humans again...

Isn't that great?

Of course, this plan is based on the premise that spiritual masters can never be awakened artificially.

"Ha, haha, hahahahahahahaha!" Fu Zexun laughed unbridled.

Looks like madness.

The man who stepped on the cigarette butt looked at him strangely: "What are you crazy about?

Fu Zexun's laughter stopped abruptly.

He suddenly reached out and took off the golden glasses that were always on his face.

When he wears glasses, he can be considered a gentleman, but when he takes off his glasses, the ferocious aura on his face can no longer be concealed.

"You're right, I'm just going crazy." Fu Zexun smiled again, but this time his smile was not as sticky as honey when he was facing He Jing.

Instead, it was like the smile that appeared on He Jingtong's face after he turned his back to her and left.

It's rigid and fake, and you move your facial muscles only to smile.

"But it doesn't matter." Fu Zexun raised the hand holding the glasses, and his pale skin, which had lived in the laboratory for a long time, glowed bluish-white under the incandescent light.

The glasses in his hand were hanging in the middle of the contact between the thumb and other fingers. When the expression on the man's face in the distance gradually turned impatient, Fu Zexun suddenly let go and the glasses fell heavily to the ground.

The soft metal glasses, which require careful care and cost more than ten thousand yuan each, were immediately twisted and deformed on the ground.

Fu Zexun smiled and told the man: "But even if I go crazy, I will still stick to my goal.

"On my way to my final goal...

Fu Zexun reached out and grabbed the face of the man not far away.

The tremendous force empowered by the power of the soul caused the man's skull to crack.

Everything happened in a flash.

The man had already raised his hands to resist, but in an instant his strength increased a hundredfold and instantly crushed his head.

The eyeballs and the pinkish-white brain were all crushed into pieces.

Fu Zexun stared at his broken and scratched fingers and said the unfinished words with a bright smile.

“I don’t need you anymore.

Say that you were led astray because you were induced?

That's ridiculous.

He did everything on his own, but he was ignorant, so ignorant that his grasp of intelligence was so poor.

So low that I don’t even know that more than ten years ago, someone knew how to conduct a human spiritualist experiment…

——and succeeded.

Fu Zexun looked at the surveillance screen and the empty interior of the cinema, imagining that He Jingtong's back was still standing there.

His eyes were filled with undisguised passion and a fierce determination to get what he wanted. !