Chapter 39: Exaggeration

Since the beginning of the school year, with the multi-perspective function, Fu Zexun has also begun the formal formation of his power.

The man who wanted to attack Cui Tong's wife earlier eventually discovered that the fact that Cui Tong's wife was sent to the academy for protection in advance was not predicted in advance by Fu Zexun as the prophet.

Fu Zexun only regarded this matter as a sign that Cui Tong had some brains.

There was no way to show his strength by hurting others, so Fu Zexun simply gave He Jingtong the opportunity to hurt him.

After the incident at the opening quiz that day, many people knew that Fu Zexun had been stabbed.

At first, the bugs in the sewer only regarded this as a betrayer's last bloom before death.

But later, when they saw Fu Zexun's figure in the relevant black area, they instinctively associated it with the fact that Fu Zexun had once again provoked the entire Elite Academy's Psychic Department and retreated safely.

At this time, Fu Zexun, who was alone in the bar and looked gentle, was sitting on a high stool, drinking a glass of vodka with an ice ball.

The guests sitting in other seats were all looking at Fu Zexun to varying degrees. But the one who finally came forward was not the informant who asked him whether the incident was true or not, but someone who was so stupid that he simply thought he was stabbed and had a lucky escape.

Ultimately, it’s about what happened inside the academy.

Even if the news is not completely blocked, those who still know about it after the blockade will not know that the alien spirit Fu Zexun killed by He Jingtong had an ordinary appearance.

The man came up and said, "Hey, he's still alive."

"A powerful figure who works at a prestigious university is coming to a third-rate bar like us hooligans?" The man who spoke had a rough build, a face full of stubble, bloodshot eyes, and greasy hair that had not been groomed for a long time.

Fu Zexun only looked up once, and he looked as if his eyes were insulted. He lowered his head to look at the ice ball in the cup again. To him, the ice cube seemed to have become something very attractive, making him unable to take his eyes off it.

"What do you mean by that look? Are you looking for trouble?" The person who took the initiative to speak got angry and slammed the table in front of Fu Zexun.

The wine glasses on the table were also knocked over, and the wine mixed with the melted ice water flowed on the table, and then quickly dripped to the ground along the edge of the table.

Fu Zexun acted as if he didn't hear anything and seemed to be in a daze.

The bar owner came up politely. He was wearing a bartender's uniform, a white shirt and a black vest, with a red rose pinned in the pocket above the vest.

"Guest, our bar is not a place for trouble."

"If it's closed down, then if we want to know something in the future, we won't have a place to go, right?"

This is where tips are sold and where all kinds of bugs gather.

"You don't mind this pretty boy being a nuisance in your store. If he stays here, I think your customers will run away sooner or later."

The bar owner's expression suddenly turned impatient. Even a third-rate idiot would understand how dangerous a guy who could artificially create ghosts and even actively control them could be.

After all, it was intelligence-related. The boss had comprehensive sources of information and had found out early on that Fu Zexun's experiment had progressed to the point where he could basically transform humans into spirits while still maintaining their appearance when they were alive.

Afterwards, he only needed to make the artificially created spirits visible to ordinary humans. Then, with this unique ability, Fu Zexun would be able to control an extremely terrifying force in a very short period of time.

For such a person, either everyone should unite and kill him directly to maintain the current situation, or they should never offend him. Otherwise, when you die one day, you will still let the spirit pretending to be you control your power...

That's what's really disgusting.

In order to avoid offending Fu Zexun, the bar owner chose to take action against the idiot customer.

He waved to the backstage, and several people with "colors" on them came out together.

The foul-mouthed man began to feel scared, but it was too late.

When he thought he was about to be beaten up by the bar members, a "figure" suddenly appeared inside the bar with a table knife in his hand and immediately stabbed the weapon into the man's brain from behind.

In an instant, the space, which had already seemed much quieter due to the presence of the bar owner, became even quieter, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Sir, if you do this, it will be difficult for us to open our business in the future." The bar owner had a fake smile on his face.

He didn't want to offend Fu Zexun.

Those who work in the intelligence field can best understand the value of Fu Zexun.

First, the danger he represents is extraordinary. Second, anyone who wants to turn people into spirits and try to control them like him will be drawn to this will-o'-the-wisp like a moth.

Even the bar owner himself hopes that the owner of another antique (intelligence) shop three blocks away can be controlled by him.

Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Moreover, this is the thought of those who live in the shadows. Don’t those who live in the light hope that their relatives, friends, and lovers will absolutely listen to them?

Few people can be as decisive as He Jingyi to regard a spirit with complete memory but slightly overly extreme emotions as a worthless afterimage. If the bar owner could think of this, he didn't think Fu Zexun would not think of it.

"I just casually dealt with a person who affected your business." Fu Zexun looked at the table where the wine was no longer dripping, his voice flat and without ups and downs.

"Now that you mention it, should I thank you?" the boss said tentatively.

Fu Zexun replied: "No need to thank me. I heard that you have a list of some lone rangers here. If possible, please sell me one."

He wanted to build his own power, but he didn't want to accept all the rubbish, like the idiot whose head was pierced by the alien spirit in his hand just now.

The body had been dragged away by other bartenders, and the bloody stains left on the ground were quickly cleaned up.

At this moment, when Fu Zexun finished speaking, there was no trace of blood in the bar, only the lemon-scented air freshener that continued to emit a cheap chemical smell.

"So you're here to buy information." The bar owner looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and naturally forgot about the death that had just happened. "That's easy to deal with, but I don't know how much money you've prepared..."

Fu Zexun glanced at him with a half-smile, and the bar owner immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He said hurriedly, "It's my fault for not being sensible. With you being like this, we can't even make friends with you, let alone collect money."

What he fantasized about in his mind, manipulating the owner of the antique shop next door, might happen to him the next second.

The boss thought for a moment and began to wonder how Fu Zexun dared to come here alone.

This is very easy to understand. He dared to come because he was sure that he could get away with it.

Besides, the boss glanced at the people inside the bar. He bet that none of them saw clearly how the ghost figure appeared behind the dead person.

Who knows how many man-made spirits Fu Zexun has in his hands.

In addition, Fu Zexun can artificially create supernatural spirits, so why does he still want to look for lone rangers as companions? Is he definitely looking for companions, rather than turning those people with special abilities that he thinks he needs into supernatural spirits that can be controlled and dominated by him?

The boss shuddered, but finally gritted his teeth and took a wanted list issued by the authorities.

Fu Zexun took it and looked at him. After making his boss sweat again, he picked up the list, turned around and left.

After Fu Zexun had been gone for about three minutes, the bar staff, who had been afraid to breathe, tentatively said to the boss: "You do this...?"

"If someone on the official wanted list is really killed by him, then it can be considered as a good deed done by Fu Zexun and he can accumulate some merit for himself." The boss's hands behind his back were shaking.

"What I want to give you is the list of those who contacted us privately but did not disclose any information publicly... Are you sure that if they are dead, people of the same type will not come to retaliate against our intelligence office?"

He couldn't afford to offend Fu Zexun, so he gave him the information for free. Even if Fu Zexun saw through his little thoughts, the boss could be sure that he would not really die in this incident.

But at the same time, he also confirmed another point, which is: "If someone wants to buy Fu Zexun's information in the future, the current price will be increased by fifty times."

It can be said that there are gains and losses.

One is that he can warn his peers about the degree of danger of Fu Zexun and earn some favor. Another point is that if people who want to buy his intelligence want to know why Fu Zexun's price is so high, they can only pay for it.

Afterwards, during the time when He Jingtong was beaten, Fu Zexun actually went to look for the people on the list.

Among those people, 80% were controlled by him and became members of the future alien army. The remaining 20% ​​who were clear-headed quickly began to explore for intelligence on truly useful people for him from various angles.

While He Jingtong was studying and waiting to participate in the league match between the two schools, Fu Zexun had already obtained school intelligence from available people in his group.

Don't be fooled by his appearance that he knows everything no matter what he is facing, but in fact, most of those who have been informed rely on his previous understanding in school.

After leaving school and quarreling with his collaborators, Fu Zexun's sources of information were almost cut off.

There were a few people in the school who would still pass on information to Fu Zexun even if he betrayed them. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that in this tense atmosphere, anyone who passed on information to him would be regarded as a traitor and sent to the spiritualist's court.

Fu Zexun can only rely on himself.

But when he sat in the chair at the base and listened to his subordinates reporting the time, saying that the league match between the two schools was officially scheduled for September 20, he still smiled.

Today is September 15th, and there are still 5 days until the league match between the two schools.

Seeing that his subordinates did not leave after reporting the news, Fu Zexun gave them a puzzled look.

During the period of establishing his authority, Fu Zexun still maintained the outward appearance of a trustworthy person that he had in school.

Everyone knows that he is hypocritical, but few people are still on guard against him after spending a long time with him.

The subordinate who reported the news lowered his head and asked, "Why do you have to pay attention to the people in that school? If you want to create a powerful spirit, you can just look for it on the wanted list."

Those who are wanted but have not been caught yet are truly powerful.

student?

Usually, it is only regarded as a joke by those who live in the dark.

Even for those ordinary people who have been trained, such as mercenaries, it is not particularly difficult to kill students of the psychic department.

In the eyes of these people, students have always been flowers in a greenhouse.

"You're right." Fu Zexun admitted this, "But compared to adults, students, whether they are human beings now or may become spirits in the future, have much higher growth potential than those scumbags."

When Fu Zexun described those on the wanted list, he bluntly called them scum. Although what they did could be summed up as burning, killing and looting, it was nothing compared to the heinous human experiments he conducted.

His words should have been full of sarcasm, but his men didn't feel it at all.

Perhaps it is because these people's cognition has long been distorted, and Fu Zexun conducted human experiments just to create controllable spirits.

The alien spirits created by Fu Zexun, when controlled by him, will also become part of his power.

From the outside, Fu Zexun is just a combination of evil and wickedness in order to become stronger. But he is not a scumbag who does useless things just to satisfy his selfish desires.

People's ideas are so strange, especially when Fu Zexun deliberately guides them.

His subordinates took it for granted why he was staring at the students. He also wanted to become stronger and have more artificial spirits.

No one knew that Fu Zexun did it just to congratulate Jingtong.

He must get it.

What to do after getting it?

We want to make this artificially created spiritual master the most powerful spiritual being ever created.

Let him stand against all spiritual masters.

Just like he was just researching artificial necromancers at the beginning, but in the end, he was twisted into an artificial alien spirit by those who were eager for immortality and took advantage of each other.

Crazy people and crazy people are the best match.

An artificial psychic will definitely become the most powerful artificial psychic.

After his men left, Fu Zexun was the only one left in the office. He looked at the photo of He Jingtong's back captured from the surveillance footage of the cinema and smiled expectantly.

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On September 15, half a month after the start of school, He Jingtong had more or less officially integrated into the second grade.

Although the reason for integration seems strange.

At that time, a classmate was talking to Qi Xueyi: "Ask me why I suddenly accepted He Jingtong?"

"Ask other students, ask them if they felt grateful when they saw He Jingtong shouldering all the pressure from Teacher Jing on his own."

"I have it anyway."

"So now you won't be entangled, and He Jingtong won't say those things about the source of Fu Zexun's information?" Qi Xueyi asked again.

"I admit that I was quite free before the first test." The summer homework for the paranormal department was not that difficult. During the summer vacation, there were many students who had a lot of fun with the grants from the academy.

After the school started, I happened to run into Fu Zexun encouraging his classmates to pursue their own interests...

All I can say is that everything was done very cleverly, and in the end they created a scene where the classmates interrogated He Jingtong.

But looking back on September 15, half a month after the start of school, the students who talked to Qi Xueyi only felt from the bottom of their hearts: "People tend to think about all sorts of things because they have too much free time."

"When the class schedule is full, when the homework fills the free time, when the two-school league match will start in a few days, and the internship period will begin in October... To be honest, I really want to know if my brain was soaked in the Pacific Ocean half a month ago, so that I would ask He Jingtong those questions."

The student asked himself a soul-searching question: "Don't I have enough things to do?" His face was full of doubts about life.

Qi Xueyi: “…”

Not far from them was the scene of He Jingtong, with shining eyes, fighting with Jing Yunsong.

The other students were allowed to sit down and rest for ten minutes after two hours of basic physical training.

At this moment, they were sitting on one side of the playground, watching He Jingtong and Jing Yunsong fighting not far away. At one point, the ground was full of pits and marks from their fight, but they still didn't seem to stop.

The second class in the morning was a close combat between students.

Originally, Jing Yunsong had no intention of giving this ten-minute rest time. In his words, "Any rest is an obstacle to pushing one's strength to the limit."

Simply put, it is fine to practice non-stop, but as long as you stop and rest for a short while, there is a high probability that you will slack off or play a fake game in the subsequent practice.

Students don't want to pay attention to these theories, they just want to rest.

When Jing Yunsong was about to suppress all his resistance and prepare to start confrontation training, He Jingtong took the initiative to challenge Jing Yunsong.

This is also why the students are extremely grateful to He Jingtong.

Some people, if there is only a little difference, such as those who look very stylish in temperament and sitting posture, these things may be evaluated as pretentious, but when they are beaten, their bodies are covered with scars every time, and blood and flesh are flying...

These students just think they are too awesome.

They can't do it anyway.

Ten minutes later, He Jingtong went downstairs to seek treatment from Qi Xueyi, while the other students stood up with wailing faces, ready to start a confrontation training match.

When the morning classes were over and they went to the cafeteria for lunch, someone had already taken the initiative to invite He Jingtong, asking him, "Would you like to go to the cafeteria with us?" The person who spoke was the one who had said that his head might not be able to withstand a punch from Jing Yunsong on the day Jing Yunsong first became their teacher.

The other party has a strange mushroom hairstyle, but fortunately there is no ugly one among the spiritualists.

After all, it is a direct enhancement on the soul, so the impact on the body is quite obvious.

The invitation had already arrived. Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui did not express their opinions and unanimously agreed to go with He Jingtong. He Jingtong thought about it and accepted the invitation.

Qi Xueyi, who was standing behind with a mentality of raising a cub, couldn't help but laugh, and said something like "He Jingtong is finally not the only one with them".

He even added rudely, "Look, mother, our kid finally makes friends."

Jian Zirui rolled her eyes at the ceiling. She was completely powerless to understand Qi Xueyi's behavior of gradually giving up his mind.

While eating in the cafeteria, Mushroom-headed Liang Sheng was unceremoniously praising He Jingtong's greatness.

"Thank you, because of you, the world is full of miracles." The tone sounded as if he was about to sing it on the spot.

There was no student who had not been beaten by Jing Yunsong. To be more specific, there was no student who had not been beaten by him until his face was bruised and swollen, and even his own mother could not recognize him.

It's not that I haven't complained before, wondering why he is so strict. Has he ever thought about the psychology of students? Do you know that high school students who have poor stress resistance and are very sensitive inside will simply shut themselves off under such pressure?

Then, Jing Yunsong brought out a certificate, which was a "Doctor's Qualification Certificate".

The question is: "It doesn't matter. When you have shut yourself off, I will come and treat you myself."

Student: “…” There is only hell ahead.

Under such circumstances, it was only natural for him to feel fond of He Jingtong, who never pretended but was genuine and went to Jing Yunsong every day to get beaten up.

"That's too exaggerated." He Jingtong picked up the chopsticks. There was a bowl of beef noodles in front of him.

"No, no, no, it's not an exaggeration." Liang Sheng emphasized seriously, "A ten-minute break, at that time, was like magic that could heal the soul."

One of his teammates, Li Yuanjing, was the one who said that Liang Sheng could strengthen his brain so that he could withstand a punch from Jing Yunsong.

Li Yuanjing also said: "When you rushed up, I also felt that I saw an angel."

Another teammate of theirs, Song Yu, a girl with pigtails, also smiled shyly and said along with her two teammates, "That's it."

The three of them spoke to He Jingtong in a slightly exaggerated and complimentary manner, occasionally asking about the school He Jingtong attended before and telling him about various interesting things that had happened to him.

Before we knew it, the distance between us had shortened.

Amidst the laughter, Liang Sheng suddenly said, "Speaking of which, He Jingtong's family is very rich, like a rich young master. I feel very happy when I think of you having many intelligence followers behind you, and you can get rid of Fu Zexun, the werewolf, with just a wave of your hand. It's hard to imagine how much danger Fu Zexun will bring to us if he continues to stay in the academy."

Song Yu, who was standing next to him, also looked at He Jingtong with curiosity.

This topic should have been serious, but because his tone was too playful, even if Jian Zirui felt something was wrong, she couldn't tell what the specific problem was.

Qi Xueyi was more sensitive. He knew what was going on as soon as he heard this.

This is different from the previous classmate who didn't get close to He Jingtong and only chatted with him. Liang Sheng has a purpose.

It was hard to tell what his purpose was, but Qi Xueyi's instinct still made him alert.

After finishing his noodles, He Jingtong calmly put down his chopsticks. He glanced at Liang Sheng and said in a calm tone, "There is no such thing as a young master. I am just an ordinary person."

Qi Xueyi had almost finished his meal. Jian Zirui, who had simply ordered a bowl of soup in the cafeteria, pushed his bowl forward and said, "It's almost time for us to go back."

Qi Xueyi also said to Liang Sheng in a lively manner: "Then we will leave first. I said before that I would go back to the dormitory to play online games on the computer. I won't disturb you from eating."

Having said this, Qi Xueyi frowned as he turned and left.

He quickly restrained his expression and said to He Jingtong next to him in a natural manner, as if he was having a normal conversation, "What do you think?"

"Ah." He Jingtong groaned, stopped, and looked sideways at the three people who were still sitting at the dining table.

Liang Sheng and Li Yuanjing didn't notice, but Song Yu looked back at him and smiled shyly again.

"It's nothing serious."

It's just that Liang Sheng was instructed, Li Yuanjing knew nothing about it, and Song Yuwen was behind the scenes.

After the words fell, the three of them probably wanted to perfect the lie they had just said about playing games online, and Jian Zirui also submitted an application to the dormitory manager.

Afterwards, they went to He Jingtong's room together.

But after entering the room, Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi discovered that there were no personal daily necessities in He Jingtong's dormitory.

Just those dusty cardboard boxes on the top. !