Chapter 47 Regret

Time resumes its flow.

What Jian Zirui said: "Didn't you say that she died at the hands of a spirit?"

This question seems to have an answer.

Why does a ghost become a ghost?

Emotions, extreme emotions.

Qi Yuan committed suicide because he decided that he could no longer live in this world and chose to leave.

But absolute emotions, especially negative emotions, can turn people into spirits...

Does this mean that even if Qi Xueyi is not sure, he actually knows in his heart that Qi Yuan will become a spirit?

If so, then his sensitivity seems to have a reason.

Because it is clear that after Qi Yuan's death, there is a high possibility that a ghost will remain in Qi Yuan's memory. It is also because it is clear that this cousin, who originally took care of him out of responsibility and eventually developed a true sister-brother relationship, died of suicide after excessive negative emotions...

Fu Zexun took a step forward on his own initiative. He looked at Qi Xueyi and narrowed his eyes.

"Do you like this gift prepared for you?"

At that moment, all three students thought of the nerdy ghost in the stealth space.

Because he had the idea of ​​killing others, he was eventually driven to collapse by the fantasy of being killed by others, and eventually became a ghost's gangster.

Fu Zexun had already exposed the strange spirit, and it was he who caused it...

What about Qi Yuan?

Qi Xueyi's eyes instantly turned red: "You did it!"

"No." Fu Zexun smiled and shook his head, "I don't have the intention of attacking a sick person."

"The experimental subjects I chose were all normal people from the beginning to the end."

"Meeting her was an accident." Fu Zexun pretended to be in deep thought, as if he was recalling the past.

Qi Xueyi couldn't help but rush forward, and the green power with a corrosive effect attacked Fu Zexun.

But the white ghost stood in front of Fu Zexun without any defense, allowing the green power to corrode her chest.

The blood and corroded flesh formed a unique liquid that flowed down the body of the alien and soon soiled the ground.

Qi Xueyi's eyes widened involuntarily, and the attacks he was about to launch were interrupted by his clenched fists.

Fu Zexun told what happened to him in a storytelling tone.

"When I recruited you to study, I discovered her. I discovered Qi Yuan."

"But the strange thing is that even if you have the power of a spiritualist, you still can't see her."

"Just like ordinary people can't see ghosts, you can't see Qi Yuan either. I was very curious about why this phenomenon happened, and finally found that the ghosts produced by suicide are like loopholes in this world."

Fu Zexun let the three students stare at him eagerly, but he continued to talk about the past events calmly.

"The reason why the aliens are created is that they are the original aliens, who do not think they can continue to survive in this world. Therefore, even if aliens are created, these unique beings cannot have any connection with the world."

In other words, in principle, it is impossible for the alien spirit Qi Yuan to exist.

If He Wanchen was hunted by the alien spirit because he amputated the original alien spirit, then the alien spirit created after Qi Yuan committed suicide would not pose any harm to humans.

Correspondingly, even spiritual masters cannot detect it.

That is why Fu Zexun called Qi Yuan the bug of the world.

"But why can you see her, and even..." Let them all see her.

Jian Zirui's unfinished words were interrupted by Fu Zexun's raised index finger in front of his mouth.

"Of course, that's because, at first, I wasn't interested in Jiang Nan, but Qi Xueyi." When he said this, an arrogant smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

The pervasive malice made Qi Xueyi, who had normal skin, turn so pale that he looked like the spirit Qi Yuan.

Even though Fu Zexun knew that Qi Xueyi's power could only have an effect on spiritual masters, Fu Zexun would not let him go.

Think about it, if a guy like this becomes an artificial spirit, then other artificial spirits can be treated as resources that can be used multiple times.

He Jingtong held the knife in both hands and said calmly, "Because you wanted to take action against Qi Xue, Qi Yuan, a spirit who has no connection with this world and does not want to take revenge on humans, developed ill intentions towards you. That's why you discovered him, right?"

Fu Zexun looked at He Jingtong in surprise, then clapped his hands: "Just as you said."

"I found Qi Yuan."

"Compared to an insignificant healing spirit, Qi Yuan, who is ignored by the world, is obviously more interesting."

The health bar of a spirit is equivalent to its mana bar.

As long as the power is not exhausted, and as long as the core is not hit, causing death, the spirit can always recover "health".

The alien spirit Qi Yuan diverted Fu Zexun's attention, and Qi Xueyi naturally became dispensable.

"If you can be seen, you are destined to be controlled." Fu Zexun deliberately seduced Qi Xueyi.

But never forget what He Jingtong once said.

——The ghost is just a trace of the dead left in the world.

The alien Qi Yuan will never be the Qi Yuan who committed suicide.

Even the words spoken by the white ghost and the name that it stuttered out were just a disguise made by Fu Zexun.

In the memory scenes displayed by the rewind function, Qi Yuan never called Qi Xueyi "Xiaoyi".

They always called each other by their full names, and sometimes they would deliberately call each other sister and brother.

"Calm down." Jian Zirui retreated to the side of Qi Xueyi. Qi Xueyi, who had just launched an attack and corroded the chest of the alien spirit Qi Yuan, was now trembling.

He was shaking uncontrollably. Although it was a scene of a mountain on fire, Qi Xueyi felt as if he was in the cold winter, bathing in snow and kissing ice, naked.

"Why?" The sound of pain came out from between his teeth, and Qi Xueyi didn't know what to do.

The days I spent with Qi Yuan came to my mind.

Qi Xueyi had no idea what to do.

Sometimes, He Jingtong also feels that it is a blessing that the spirits passively created by humans through spiritualization do not have human form.

It is also a kind of happiness for ordinary people not to be able to see spirits.

He has the same memories as his family, friends, and lovers, but because of the pain, he is twisted by extreme emotions within the framework of the seven deadly sins, and eventually becomes a monster that is neither human nor object...

Even this kind of alien spirit can drive people crazy, so to what extent can the human-shaped alien spirit created by Fu Zexun drive people?

When reason and emotion are put side by side, emotion will always force reason.

The madness that is opposite to rationality keeps leaping, and the hatred that surges in emotions has no rest.

"What should I do..." Qi Xueyi's eyes were red, "Tell me, what should I do."

Jian Zirui didn't know how to answer, so she just put the peach wood sword back into her waist, tightly grasped Qi Xueyi's shoulders, and shouted: "Calm down!"

"Who asked you to do something? No one asked you to do something. We came here just to help our classmates."

Jian Zirui suddenly understood why He Jingtong asked her and Qi Xueyi to take Song Yu away first.

If nothing is done, Qi Xueyi might really be driven to collapse.

Jian Zirui knew that she was not the person involved, but she could still imagine the pain of facing the death of a loved one.

Killing the alien is just stabbing the existing wound again.

Not far away, Fu Zexun looked at the chaotic scene, but he laughed and said to He Jingtong: "You want to kill me, right?"

"Come here." Fu Zexun hooked his finger at He Jingtong, his upturned fox eyes revealing malicious intent.

"I'm right here. If you want to kill me, then don't just stand there. Otherwise, don't blame me for killing your teammates."

He Jingtong gripped the knife in his hand even tighter. The sword named Jiuguan flashed with white light all over his body. The young man gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

When the swords held by Ming Jiuguan and Fu Zexun hit the target, perhaps more than one person secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Zexun did not use the alien spirit to block the attack, but unconsciously mobilized all of He Jingtong's strength.

The sword in Fu Zexun's hand swung faster and faster, leaving many marks on He Jingtong's body.

Jian Zirui told Qi Xueyi again: "We have to take Song Yu away." There was a determination in her eyes that was different from the confusion in Qi Xueyi's pupils.

"But……"

"No, but this fire was man-made. Who knows how many people are trapped? Moreover, even if they are rescued, they may die due to their serious injuries."

"You don't want to see that kind of scene, right?" Jian Zirui looked straight into Qi Xueyi's eyes.

"You should go save people instead of stopping here and disrupting He Jingtong's rhythm."

What's He Jingtong's rhythm?

From the corner of her eye, Jian Zirui had already seen clearly that He Jingtong was simply being played a trick by Fu Zexun.

How is it possible to win?

How many times do I have to say it so that I can remember it forever? He Jingtong has just been enrolled in school for more than a month.

But there is no way.

Jian Zirui couldn't let Qi Xueyi stay in this mood. What Jian Zirui feared most was Qi Xueyi finding out that He Jingtong's attack had hit the alien Qi Yuan...

But Murphy's Law seems to always exist.

The last thing I want to happen

It always comes suddenly from unexpected angles.

He Jingtong increased his speed and strength to the extreme before he could barely fight against Fu Zexun.

But such power and speed are just a piece of cake for Fu Zexun.

Fu Zexun could predict every attack from He Jingtong and could also block every attack from He Jingtong that was aimed at his fatal spots.

From time to time, wounds were added to He Jingtong's body, cutting his clothes, tearing his flesh.

Unconsciously, the hatred of being played with will be transformed into a terrifying murderous intention to kill Fu Zexun.

All we need to do is mobilize Qi Yuan who is under control at this time——

The sound like cloth being torn will reach the ears of everyone present.

The alien spirit Qi Yuan faced He Jingtong and also Qi Xueyi, allowing the blade of Ming Jiuguan to pierce its heart.

Peace appeared on the face that Qi Xueyi was so familiar with again.

Just like the expression on Qi Yuan’s corpse’s face.

So peaceful.

Jian Zirui looked at Qi Xueyi rushing over without caring about anything, her eyes turned red and she didn't know whether she was laughing or crying as she said, "I should have knocked you out..."

Otherwise, how could Qi Xueyi have made an attack on He Jingtong that he would regret later?