Chapter 81 Irony

The operation is over.

When He Jingtong was transferred to the general ward, he was conscious.

At this moment, the boy was lying on the hospital bed, his whole body wrapped in bandages. The only part exposed was his almost completely black eyes.

That look no longer possessed the youthfulness of a teenager, and the visual experience it gave people at the moment was full of morbidity and abnormality.

After the operation, the doctor hurriedly handed the patient over to the teachers and students in the college and was unwilling to get any closer.

During the operation, when the doctor had treated He Jingtong's injuries, Qi Xueyi tried to use his soul power for a second treatment, but the result was another treatment failure.

And this time, the so-called treatment brought He Jingtong even greater pain.

At that moment, Qi Xueyi truly felt that his power, when applied to his teammates, was no longer healing, but corrosive damage...

After He Jingtong was pushed out of the operating room and woke up, Qi Xueyi didn't dare to get close to He Jingtong again no matter what because of what happened in the operating room.

At the same time, He Jingtong finally met his third uncle after several years of absence.

Compared with the figure in memory, He Wanjin just looks a little more mature.

"Don't you want to say hello?" He Wanjin said this as he pulled a chair over and sat next to the bed. Not far from him were other teachers and students.

Does the appearance of the Contract Maker mean that everything can still be saved? Everyone thinks so, although He Jingtong's attitude is too strange.

"Who are you?" He Jingtong asked in a hoarse voice. The look he gave He Wanjin was full of pure strangeness.

"He Wanjin, your third uncle." He Wanjin didn't care about the meaning of this gaze. In fact, he was very glad that he saw this kind of gaze.

Since leaving the He family that time, He Wanjin never returned.

After all, they were young at the time, and looking back later, He Wanjin always felt that his attitude towards He Jingtong was inappropriate.

First, it is very likely that the child will be out of the control of education and fall into an uncontrollable unknown direction. Another point is that such an attitude is too hurtful to a child who is still facing encouragement education at that time.

But afterwards, since he knew that He Jingtong had become a spiritual master, He Wanjin actually felt relieved.

Even though he still hated the various types of education that He Jingtong had experienced, He Wanjin had to admit one thing now. If it were not for the education in the past, He Jingtong would not have been able to maintain his humanity after his soul merged into the alien space fragments.

"My ability is to constrain. I can constrain both parties, making people in two different positions obey certain rules at the same time, or I can constrain only one specific person." He Wanjin said, "But the object of the constraint for that specific person is the heaven and earth, and also nature."

"I came here because my abilities have an effect on you. You don't want to become a spirit, do you?" He Wanjin still asked this question. There was no intimacy between relatives in his attitude, only the indifference of acting for the sake of doing things.

He Jingtong looked at He Wanjin in silence. He Wanjin took it as his tacit agreement and continued, "I have drawn up a contract for you."

"One side is you, and the other side is heaven and earth. The restriction is that as long as you have not completely become a spirit, you are still considered a human being, and the human side will not do anything to eliminate or exclude you."

"But can I still be considered a pure human being now?" He Jingtong's voice was as hoarse as sand.

"Not anymore." He Wanjin said this coldly. There was obvious wariness in his eyes as he looked at He Jingtong.

It was very close to the idea of ​​those old guys wanting He Jing to die together, but there seemed to be some inexplicable difference.

"I don't know what category the supernatural beings are classified in the academy system. But in my opinion, no matter what kind of creature they are, as long as they don't harm humans, it doesn't matter."

"And if it harms humans..."

He Wanjin took out a piece of paper and said, "Do you need me to read you the content that restricts your significant other?"

He Jingtong nodded: "Thank you for the trouble."

"Another part of the content is that if one day you subjectively harm humans, you will need to pay the price with your life. This restriction will not be erased even if you become a spirit. In other words, in this restriction, I allow you to kill a fellow human at the cost of your own life."

"But this is just once. If you kill anyone, you will have to pay with your life."

"But what if there's an accidental injury?" An Lai said anxiously, "If a spirit deliberately kidnaps a human during the battle with He Jingtong, and uses the human as a shield to block He Jingtong's fatal blow, then..."

"That's just a possibility." He Wanjin casually placed the unsigned contract paper on a small cabinet beside him.

"Don't try to change this constraint with a hypothetical statement." He Wanjin pointed out a fact that many teachers and students were unwilling to accept. "This is already the best result."

"If one day he ends up killing someone, one life for another."

"This is the greatest guarantee I can offer as a contract maker. Otherwise, all you will face is a petition signed by countless people demanding He Jingtong's death."

"Oh, sorry, I said that wrong..."

He Wanjin suddenly shifted his gaze towards the door of the ward. At this moment, a figure happened to walk past the frosted glass door.

The sound of the door being pushed open was heard, along with He Wanjin's voice.

"Those people would not do such a straightforward act of forcing someone to die. They would only come to He Jingtong, reason with him, appeal to his emotions, and tell him that if he lives, it means that everyone around him is in danger of death."

Then, little by little, He Jingtong was pushed into the abyss of death.

The person who opened the door of the ward also said at this time: "Mr. He, you have been away for more than eight hours."

He Wanjin laughed without any emotion, pretending that he didn't hear the words. His eyes were still indifferent, and after he stopped smiling, his face looked particularly cold.

"A potential high-functioning criminal is just a relatively smart and somewhat dangerous person before he actually commits a crime."

He Wanjin stood up from his chair and looked down at He Jingtong. "All those who approach you, if they act with good intentions and are not forced, and approach you subjectively, you have no reason to drive them away because they are dangerous."

"Same..."

"Mr. He!" The visitor interrupted He Wanjin.

"Similarly, anyone who tries to brainwash you and wants you to die on your own initiative, no matter how much self-righteous good intentions they have, is a sin that cannot be trusted—"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Wanjin directed Qi Xueyi, who was hiding behind the dean of studies, not giving the white-haired boy a chance to refuse, and only asked him to come over and help He Jingtong up from the bed.

He Wanjin stuffed the pen for signing into He Jingtong's hand.

He Wanjin picked up the contract from the cabinet next to him and pointed to the signature area and said, "Write your name here."

He Jingtong held the pen with great difficulty with his bandaged hand. But this time, neither He Wanjin nor Qi Xueyi chose to help.

The tip of the pen rubs against the restrained paper, and the rustling sound is transmitted slowly and firmly in this space.

Three minutes later, He Jingtong finally wrote his name completely in the signature area.

When the last stroke was made, He Jingtong suddenly felt as if his soul was bound by a chain.

It was more obvious on the system interface, with three circular chains appearing on the 3D figure of He Jingtong.

"The covenant is established, and those who violate it shall be punished by heaven, and die as a token of sincerity."

Afterwards, He Wanjin followed the man who suddenly appeared and left under everyone's gaze.

Cui Tong hesitated for a moment before speaking, "...What's the situation with He Wanjin?"

An Lai sighed and said, "Maybe he still cares about his nephew He Jingtong."

Even though he acted like he didn't care about He Jingtong, An Lai felt that He Wanjin was not the kind of person who would dislike He Jingtong.

"Oh, there is one thing you may not know," An Lai sighed, "He Wanjin's existence is the key to some hidden cooperation. He can connect two parties, or even people from all sides. Before he appeared, as far as I know, our spiritual masters have always been suppressed internationally."

"Why? Are we weak?" Cui Tong frowned.

"Because we have always been cultivating heroism." An Lai took a deep breath.

"In other countries, people with abilities similar to those of spiritual masters should enjoy special privileges. These are not academic qualifications or social identities that we can provide to our students, but rather the real money and connections."

"But even though I'm just a teacher, I've never been short of money." Cui Tong judged from his own perspective.

"Money can buy them any degree they are interested in, and connections can put them in touch with any circle they are interested in."

"Including becoming a teacher?"

"include."

"A monthly salary of 10,000 yuan is the same as a monthly salary of 1 million yuan. Do you think it is the same?" An Lai had to point out the facts. "I still remember your speech, but the fact is that even the salary of university professors has never matched their efforts."

"The high incomes those people have come from their lectures abroad. But giving lectures abroad has never been their main job."

"You can't think that what minors are experiencing is fair just because adults are not treated fairly. Especially minors, when they are minors, they already have to face risks."

"The death rate of psychics is very high, but in foreign countries, even if they are not psychics, they can still get a salary that matches the life-threatening situation in ordinary high-mortality industries."

But at that time, miners only earned three thousand yuan a month.

But the Spiritual Master...

All I can say is that they are just a group of miners, a group of donkeys hanging by carrots and rushing forward. One day, they will die on the road of constantly pulling the millstone.

"Why do so many people know about artificial spiritualists, but why have they never been promoted on a large scale?" When An Lai asked this question, he also gave himself the answer.

"Because the net result is that the losses outweigh the gains."

Too many spiritual masters will only make the situation, which is already difficult to control, even more difficult to control.

There will always be people who think it's unfair.

When one person needs to protect ten people, it is only natural for the ten people to provide that one person with part of the resources needed by the one person.

Instead of one person needing to protect ten people, one person needs to give everything for those ten people.

Heroism can ignite the souls of many people in desperate situations. However, in the process of development, heroism will only make people suddenly realize that being a hero will not bring them anything.

Don't let the hero bleed and cry, because the current wizard will not have the chance to cry after bleeding.

If people die and shed tears, then aren't the only ones left alive?

Just like He Jingtong, if he died at this point, the appearance of Z-level aliens would indeed cease to exist, but the only people around him would feel sad for him.

More people will just be happy

Fortunately, this problem was solved in advance.

From this perspective, Fu Zexun's idea of ​​trying to make ordinary people become spiritual masters can never be supported.

But you can't explicitly refuse.

According to common sense, psychics can only help ordinary people to have a more stable life in this world full of spirits.

However, in a world where emotions can turn into spirits when they reach extremes, too many spiritualists may cause unrest.

Because in the eyes of some people, they feel that if there are too many spiritual masters, there will be no way to ensure that spiritual masters are in a weak position in the human society.

When there are too many spiritualists, the world hidden in the dark will eventually be exposed to the public.

When the number of spiritualists exceeds a certain limit, there will inevitably be people within this group who believe that resources are distributed unfairly.

When psychics no longer consider it their responsibility to resolve the problems of otherworldly spirits, ordinary people will ultimately have only two choices: becoming a otherworldly spirit or a psychic.

Maintaining the status quo may not be the best option, but if we allow that possibility to happen...

Can the vested interests of the current situation still guarantee that they will continue to profit?

Fu Zexun did not get support. Fu Zexun was deliberately blinded from information channels. Fu Zexun was able to cooperate with so many people to create artificial spirits...

"It seems that there really are some people who think there are too many spiritual masters..." An Lai laughed sarcastically.

Why did Fu Zexun have everything going so smoothly in the Book of Destiny?

Only then did An Lai understand: "We have never been supervised by fate. We have just been constantly monitored by invisible eyes."

This was certainly not something An Lai had known for a long time. He only realized it after he noticed He Wanjin's attitude towards the man who walked in without knocking on the door.

Even though He Wanjin was the one who made the contract and the bounty was worth more than 500 million, he was still faced with a situation where his protection was actually imprisonment.

But even in this situation, He Wanjin still came here in person not long after He Jingtong was sent to the hospital and acted as if he knew everything. !