Chapter 60 Gorgeous
Time is one of those things that becomes more valuable the shorter one lives.
But for some beings that live for a long time, time means nothing.
At first, the alien spirit just stayed in its own space.
If the world is a relatively large soap bubble, then the space created by the spirits is a small soap bubble attached to the big bubble.
They are connected, but still two different entities.
But no matter whether it is a big bubble or a small bubble, it will burst sooner or later.
The spirits born out of laziness have been quietly waiting for the day of their own death, that is, staying in the space they have created, waiting for the world to be completely annihilated.
But there is still a connection between the two bubbles.
Until one day, the connection was discovered by Fu Zexun by chance.
When it was first discovered by Fu Zexun, the alien spirit acted very lazy in the face of this human who was madly launching all kinds of attacks at it.
But for some reason, the spirit kept sensing an emotion called madness from this human being that it was too lazy to crush to death.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Fu Zexun also has the knowledge that he can't communicate normally with spiritual masters without psychics.
Nervous, confused, scared...
Countless emotions kept changing, but the spirit pretended not to notice and continued to rot in its own space.
Until Fu Zexun suddenly said to him: "Why don't you kill me?"
The spirit wanted to answer this question at first, after all, it had all of its memories as a human.
Giving answers to other people's questions is a normal logic that even supernatural beings cannot refute.
But it's too lazy to say.
Whether it is "lazy to kill" or something else, it needs to be explained in the form of dialogue afterwards.
Maybe it will even have to explain to humans why, as a spirit, it has no intention of killing a psychic...
That's horrible.
In order to stop himself from thinking further, the spirit told Fu Zexun...
"Get lost."
As the master of the space, the spirit certainly has the right to drive this human who has touched the door of his home but cannot get in away from the range of the door.
The feeling of being expelled is very unpleasant. It is not a psychological pain, but a real physical pain.
But if Fu Zexun was a normal person, he would not have become what he became later.
The first time the door was knocked, the first time the two met.
The second time, Fu Zexun learned the identity of the alien spirit.
The third time, Fu Zexun started to experiment to see if he could open the space of the alien spirit. The fourth time, the alien spirit chose to get up from the ground, open the door of his own house, rush out and beat Fu Zexun up.
"Why don't you kill me?" Fu Zexun asked while lying on the ground.
Of course the spirit did not answer.
Fu Zexun continued, "Besides being too lazy to kill me, it's probably because even if you kill me and devour my soul, I won't be able to improve your strength."
It's like a full-level game player. No matter how many monsters he kills, his experience will just overflow instead of improving himself.
"In addition to this, you may have also considered how to deal with my body after killing me, and how to cover up the fact that I was killed by a ghost."
"For you right now, killing me is a worse option than letting me live."
The alien remained silent.
He let Fu Zexun analyze his inner thoughts clearly, but he didn't care at all.
What does it matter?
It's tiring to talk to him, let alone once he starts talking, he may not be able to stop.
"I have looked up your identity three hundred years ago - the son of a general before the old country entered the new system."
"According to various unofficial historical records, the general's son was lazy by nature, but his father always hoped that he would become a successful person and inherit the family business."
Fu Zexun looked at the alien in a Tang suit.
"The conditions for generating lazy spirits are much more difficult than those for other spirits."
"Desires that are expressed too directly are always clearer than implicit desires."
"So compared to the other six common spirits, the creation of laziness is more tortuous."
"Under common sense, if you are forced by your father and relatives to do something you don't want to do, the most likely thing to be born is not a lazy spirit, but a furious one."
Fu Zexun simply walked around the alien spirit lying on the ground.
Little did he know that when he spoke, in the eyes of the spirits, he was just like a very annoying mosquito that did not bite him.
I want to hit it but I know there's a good chance I'll miss and it'll be a waste of energy. If I don't hit it, the buzzing sound will be annoying.
The alien spirit thought decisively, forget it, let him say whatever he wants.
"And if your consciousness is simply lazy and you don't want to work, then when your emotions are in an extreme state, when faced with the choice between turning to a spirit or awakening a spiritualist, you should turn to the latter."
"So I conclude that your condition is that you are abnormal."
Alien: ???
“When your father forces you to do something you don’t want to do, you don’t get angry because you are being forced to do it, but you get too lazy to argue with him.”
"When your mother asked you to marry someone of equal status, you were still furious and just thought that everyone would go through the process of getting married and having children, and arguing with your mother would only be a waste of time."
"You are a normal person. No one can get the opposite answer from studying your life resume."
"But in fact, you who died in 1700 AD were already an S-class spirit from birth."
Fu Zexun spoke slowly, but he enjoyed the feeling of understanding and clarifying the entire life of another "person" from his own perspective.
"In your previous sixty-three years of life, you have always been faced with the overlapping state between transformation into a spirit and becoming a spiritualist. The fact that you did not become a spiritualist means that your soul was probably already half-transformed into a spirit."
"When your Primarch was alive, you were already a living monster that no one had discovered."
Even though he knew this information, and even said it himself, Fu Zexun still maintained a calm tone.
Just like Qushu's stealth space, the space inside the alien's ability is like a real world.
The alien was lying on the green grass, basking in the sun, which was either simulated or real, with its back turned to Fu Zexun, who could only see the space but could not enter it.
"That's why there was only an S-class spirit three hundred years ago, but no family has ever clearly stated that they killed that spirit. After all, killing an S-class spirit means that an S-class spiritualist will also appear at the same time."
"At that time, the level of spiritualists was of course not directly and roughly expressed by English letters. At that time, they might be called, Grandmaster? True Person? No matter which name it was, having that title meant that a family would prosper."
"And since there isn't one, the vague statement that S-class spirits only appeared three hundred years ago is equivalent to you having lived for at least three hundred years."
The alien spirit finally sat up from the ground.
The spirit neither attacked nor warned the spiritualist who had woken it up. It just said, "Can you get out of here?"
Fu Zexun: "Sorry, I can't."
"I'm very interested in you, and I probably won't stay away from you until I figure out what your existence means."
"I also know that you will think, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as I don't bother you."
"As for your thoughts, killing me is troublesome, getting rid of my traces is also troublesome, and it is not certain that you can kill me. You can only watch me escape and then be troubled. It is still very troublesome..."
"But you can rest assured that I won't bother you too much. I just hope that you can continue to maintain your lazy nature."
It was also from that time that the alien spirit began to watch indifferently as he became a being used by Fu Zexun.
When someone asked Fu Zexun why this spirit who had lived for more than 300 years didn't talk much, Fu Zexun would just keep smiling and say, "When you live for more than 300 years, you can discuss this issue with whoever you want to communicate with."
The alien laughed at him in his heart, simply because he didn't want to communicate all kinds of troublesome things with a group of used idiots.
Fu Zexun seemed to understand its thoughts. After the group of rich and powerful people left, he looked at the figure on the laboratory table indifferently, holding the test tube in his hand, and said to the spirit that was like being in another small world with a layer of membrane between them: "This is just deepening their cognition."
"Let them confirm that you have really lived for more than 300 years, and if they support my experiment, then one day they will also be able to live for more than 300 years."
You have to know that even the longest-lived being in legend was only over 200 years old.
This idea was reinforced again and again among the group of people, and Fu Zexun obtained countless experimental subjects.
It's too easy.
In a city of tens of millions of people, just a few hundred or a few thousand people disappear.
If it weren't for this longevity experiment, it had to be kept secret. I'm afraid that rich people would have already taken their money and said to those who are struggling to survive because they have no money, "I give you money and you give me life."
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Fu Zexun suddenly realized the ability to clone himself after he was expelled from the academy, when he was looking at the alien spirit that always stayed inside the small world.
Why was it that it had already become half-spiritual during its lifetime, but had not really become a spirit, nor had it really died, and no spiritualist had discovered its abnormality?
What is the soul?
Is the relationship between the spirits and their original bodies really just the afterimages left after death?
The alien spirit possesses all the memories of the original body. So what is the alien spirit?
It's like a cloning failure, resulting in a deformed human being.
They will be controlled by extreme emotions and behave in various irrational ways.
But this lazy alien gave Fu Zexun new inspiration.
What’s more interesting is that Fu Zexun’s personal ability tendency is mental power.
An overactive spirit should originally be an auxiliary ability.
It is used to more finely control the power in the body, or to assist in treatment, extend the mental tentacles, and survey the environment.
Both alien spirits and spiritual masters are very strange beings.
At first glance, the characteristics of individual abilities seem to be manifestations of supernatural powers, but the existence of soul power makes it seem like a system of martial artists and immortals.
This allows the support to not take a pure support route, and also allows the output to turn into a support.
Only when all the hexagons are filled up can one become a standard spiritualist. But even a standard spiritualist cannot separate consciousness.
However, Fu Zexun, whose ability is biased towards mental power, did it.
The soul and mental power are two different things, and the soul cannot be separated, just like the lazy alien, who had already shown semi-alienation during his lifetime, but did not become a complete alien and caused the original body to die.
The soul and the body are absolutely linked, but mental power is essentially a different division of the same thought.
This kind of division was very painful at first, but after the experiment was successful, Fu Zexun was able to place his spiritual body on the spirits controlled by him and have many clones.
Previously in the sewer, when trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, Fu Zexun had used his clones several times.
But unfortunately, all those clones of Fu Zexun were easily crushed by He Yunian, and in the end only one original body was left.
Back to the present, He Jingtong looked at the chattering spirit with a calm expression.
Why would a guy who symbolizes laziness suddenly start nagging?
There can only be one reason, that its nagging now will prevent it from nagging again in the future.
It no longer has to deal with annoyances, but not so annoyed that it wants to crush Fu Zexun to death.
An S-class spirit. Even if it is the sin of laziness, it is still S-class.
Even though He Yunian possessed considerable power, he would hold back because he had never seen a spirit of this level before.
At least he had to make sure that when he couldn't win the fight, he could protect the group of young people behind him.
This is a basic responsibility that elders must fulfill.
As for why he acted so excited and wanted to fight with his opponent of the same level with all his strength, that was just his habitual strategy.
——When I am ready to fight with all my might, then you'd better be ready too, because I will kill you without hesitation.
Therefore, the possibility that the S-level alien could take Fu Zexun away if it wanted to was completely cut off.
He Jingtong had already predicted everyone's thoughts long before anything happened.
"Come on." He Yunian looked at the alien spirit.
Fu Zexun had previously thought that he would not be taken seriously by He Yunian, but after the old man paid full attention, it was natural that the S-level spirit and Fu Zexun would feel the pressure at the same time...
And they ignored the fact that behind the old man there were more than a dozen He family members who were relatively easy to target.
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In this battle, no mountains collapsed, but the ground split into valleys.
The members of the "N" organization who had been observing the old man's movements looked at the area that was impossible to penetrate and couldn't help but mutter, "This is no longer as simple as a gas leak."
"What is this? A meteorite falling from the sky?"
The ability tends to be lightning-type, and its destructive power is too strong.
But just like spiritualists have hexagonal abilities, so do spirits.
The space possessed by the alien spirit was like a mountain at this moment, smashing towards He Yunian madly.
Until space shatters.
It was not until He Yunian's physical strength was fully released that he stood still.
At that time, whether it was the alien spirit or the old man, they all stopped.
The spirit, who seemed to want to say everything he wanted to say in his life, still spoke in a lazy and unremarkable tone: "I thought I could hold on a little longer."
"But even if that's the case, you probably don't have the energy to chase and kill Fu Zexun."
The figure that was previously protected by the alien spirit had already disappeared when the forces of both sides exploded.
Without waiting for He Yunian to speak, the alien spirit continued, "Although my original intention was not to save Fu Zexun, I still hope that he doesn't die so early."
"A person who can easily see through people's hearts, but can never see through himself... Even a lazy guy like me would expect him to have a more brilliant ending than mine."
"What are you talking about?" He Yunian half-clenched his fists and pointed them to his mouth.
He coughed twice, letting the blood flow through the gap between his thumb and index finger and into his palm, without showing any sign of malice.
The old man raised his head and looked at the spirit whose half body had disappeared. He said calmly: "You just think that a person who has troubled you countless times should experience extreme pain and die completely in despair and distortion rather than dying cleanly in my hands right now."
The alien was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, a smile so brilliant that it was no less brilliant than the sun in the sky.
When its body had disappeared to its neck, it told He Yunian: "Why not?"
The alien spirits always want to kill the spiritualist.
It was just laziness that made it want to do it. It didn't want to kill Fu Zexun with its own hands because it was too lazy to do it.
But it didn't mind and gave Fu Zexun a destined grand death.
Look, next to that guy there is an S-level spirit from three hundred years ago.
Can humans really continue to treat Fu Zexun as a non-threatening existence?
He Yunian will not appear every time when facing an S-level alien.
It's not always the case that people won't die in the fight between humans and spirits.
The He family members who are still alive today are the ones who truly experience survivor bias.
At the very end, the alien spirit only left one sentence: "I would like you to see for me how Fu Zexun will die in the end."
From then on, the S-rank alien spirit that appeared in an instant but was powerful enough to ignite all life in the entire spiritual master system disappeared.
In the dormitory, He Jingtong turned off the multi-view function.
He Jingtong didn't care about Fu Zexun's escape.
Everything was under his control. Just as the alien spirit said, Fu Zexun needed a gorgeous death ending.
Before squeezing out every last bit of value from Fu Zexun in exchange for a large amount of popularity points, He Jingtong allowed him to continue to live in hiding for a while.
But before that, He Jingtong had to face An Lai first.
Before, after Qi Xueyi left He Jingtong’s dormitory, he really went to find An Lai.
An Lai, who already felt guilty for telling other teachers about the prophet, felt even more upset when he learned that He Jingtong's injuries could not be healed.
"Why can't it recover?" When An Lai said this, he didn't need an answer, because Qi Xueyi had just explained why He Jingtong couldn't recover.
This sentence is more of a question than a doubt, expressing the simple pain of why He Jingtong cannot recover his health.
Afterwards, An Lai said that he would notify several other teachers to check out the situation together.
Beside An Lai, Qi Xueyi's face was still pale and he could hardly calm down.
He also felt extremely guilty and painful in his heart. After all, no one understood better than his teammate Qi Xueyi why He Jingtong kept pushing his limits.
Let’s not talk about the previous match. Just talk about the league match a few days ago. When He Jingtong was fighting against Fu Zexun’s clone, Qi Xueyi, as a teammate, should have joined forces to fight. But the result was that he was immersed in pain and let He Jingtong face Fu Zexun alone...
Not to mention his actions afterwards.
How can he not feel guilty and sad?
An Lai finally called Cui Tong, Jing Yunsong, Tan Dong and Lu Xijun, and also said that he needed to go see He Jingtong.
After understanding Fu Zexun's purpose, they should perhaps thank He Jingtong.
At least Tan Dong survived, and at least no one died in the dual-school league game.
On the way to the boys' dormitory, An Lai said, "There are too many people. It's not good."
Cui Tong said, "I will try to apply for a teacher's dormitory for He Jingtong later."
Teachers' dormitories are usually two-story houses, which are only for one person.
Of course, it’s also okay to bring your wife like Cui Tong did.
The treatment of both students and teachers in the Department of Parapsychology is in line with their status as spiritual masters.
An Lai was helpless and could only take a group of people to find He Jingtong with a frustrated look on his face.
When I met students from the paranormal department on the road, many people looked at me in surprise.
Cui Tong silently said: "I will hurry up and apply for a teacher's dormitory for He Jingtong."
"But won't others think this is some kind of special privilege?" Tan Dong is always more careful.
"Before others think of it as a privilege of status, you can ask them to stay for a while, bearing the irreparable injuries on He Jingtong's body." Lu Xijun said this calmly as he nodded to a third-year student who greeted him.
Jing Yunsong's mouth twitched.
In the end, the group of people forced their way into He Jingtong's single dormitory.
He Jingtong: ...
“Should I be scared about this?”
When the door was pushed open, He Jingtong was getting a glass of warm water from the water dispenser. When he saw a group of people, he said with surprise on his face.
At the same time, Qi Xueyi quickly stepped forward and snatched the water cup from his hand.
Perhaps it was because at this time, He Jingtong's injury, which was wrapped in a bandage, showed a hole the size of a one-dollar coin, and even the dirt inside could be vaguely seen.
Just seeing this scene will make people feel scared.
What's more, Qi Xueyi, the therapist, was sure that he could not cure the disease.
Afterwards, He Jingtong was pressed down on the bed by a group of teachers and molested.
When Qi Xueyi tried treatment again, He Jingtong's body kept flashing green, but it was of no use.
The teachers also frowned as they looked at the unchanged wound.
"What should we do?" Jing Yunsong looked at He Jingtong.
The child's face was originally pale, and after being injured continuously, he had another wound on his body that could not be repaired at all. As a result, his face color was no longer just pale, but a sickly pale color caused by excessive blood loss.
"If I don't heal this injury, I might end up like what Qi Xueyi just said, and even water will leak out."
An Lai frowned, "But just like the doctor said, the principles of all treatments are roughly the same. This kind of injury that the body thinks is unnecessary to repair cannot be repaired no matter how much healing power is used."
He Jingtong blinked and rewrapped the bandage that had been ripped off by a group of teachers.
He said calmly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with this injury."
"When eating normally, just use the power of the soul to block it."
"The wound is not big and will not affect your movement. Just treat it as an ordinary burn scar."
"But I can't accept it." Tan Dong clenched his fists, "This injury is right above my heart."
“I didn’t dare to look. I was afraid to see your heart beating through the hole. But I knew that if the wound remained, it was not impossible that you would die of infection one day.
"…Sorry." He Jingtong put on his clothes.
He lowered his head so that no one could see the look in his eyes, but Tan Dong couldn't help but feel sad about it.
Because she didn't even have a valid reason to scold He Jingtong for not caring about her.
"I should be the one to apologize for saying such meaningless things." Tan Dong forced a smile and said, "As a teacher, it is natural for me to protect my students.
"Yes. We will all find someone who is good at this to help with your wound. It will definitely be healed." Jing Yunsong also said.
Xijun added, relying on Jing Yunsong's ability to organize language, he was unable to say: "You just need to bear it in mind, you will definitely get better, there will be no abnormal situation, just continue your normal life.
He Jingtong nodded and reached out his hand to Qi Xueyi, who reluctantly handed him the cup filled with warm water again.
While he was drinking water, several teachers were observing this not-so-big single dormitory.
And try to find some games or facilities that can make a child of He Jingtong's age feel relaxed.
But what is displayed on the table is pitifully few.
Scattered on the bookshelf are more than a dozen course books that ordinary high school students need to study.
On the desk next to it was a closed laptop, and a chair was placed securely under the desk.
Apart from these, the only visible item in the house was a book on the bedside table.
A book with a picture on the cover, half of it is human, and the other half is clearly a ghost...
Congratulations, Jingtong. !