Chapter 89 Tools

abandoned factory.

When He Jingtong walked in, he was still wondering what was in here.

The ghosts are mostly born in the human world and appear in remote places. The causes and consequences are mostly criminal incidents. However, there are also suicides and accidental deaths of explorers, which lead to the transformation...

I just don't know what happened this time.

As He Jingtong walked into the factory, he was still wondering how much information from Tan Dong's medical examination report would be passed on to other people afterwards.

Of course, this does not mean that Tan Dong passed the information on intentionally, but that the information was leaked to her without her knowing it.

Ignoring those, He Jingtong officially stepped into the abandoned factory.

The first thing that caught my eye was a random pile of building materials and some broken equipment of unknown function.

The red numbers originally printed on the messy and scattered water pipes were no longer clear, perhaps due to being washed away by the rain, and appeared to be flowing downwards.

In addition to the things that ordinary people can see, the truly abnormal thing must be the power and color of the supernatural.

A large area of ​​dark blue filled every corner of the field of vision in the form of mist. All objects were blurred and unclear from the spiritualist's perspective.

As He Jingtong moved forward, he stepped on some fine sand, and heard a strange rustling sound. The young man looked down at the ground and whispered, "Come to think of it, compared to the artificial spirits created by Fu Zexun, the spirits formed by natural mutation... I feel like I haven't seen them for a long time."

Seriously speaking, up to this point, the only natural spirit He Jingtong had ever seen was the girl in the hospital.

When He Jingtong looked down at the ground, the dark blue mist that filled his vision seemed to be disturbed and surged.

When He Jingtong slowly raised his head, he suddenly found that a strange and terrifying figure had appeared not far in front of his feet.

There was no sound of wind or movement, just like some ghostly characters suddenly appearing in a horror movie...

[Woc! I was shocked!]

The first-person perspective image caused a series of comments to suddenly burst out in the comic bullet screen area of ​​the system interface.

[To be honest, if He Jingtong hadn't said something to himself right before the spirit appeared, I would have died.]

[This shot! Are you scared, my dear? I am scared anyway. ]

[Every time the old thief gives a first-person perspective, it feels like you are actually there...]

He Jingtong had nothing to do, so he flipped through a few bullet screens.

Those comments saying that this shot was scary made He Jingtong blink expressionlessly.

Nearby, the ghost whose behavior could be considered offensive in some ways, opened its mouth.

But rather than a mouth, it is more like a cut that looks to be more than ten centimeters in diameter.

That's not a person.

Throughout the history of psychics, spirits have always been considered monsters, and there is a reason for that.

Various problems have only recently arisen. The reason for this is that Fu Zexun discovered the lazy spirit when he was a student.

A ghost in human form, a ghost with its own self, a ghost that had no intention of harming humans, a ghost that had lived for a full hundred years...

There are many people who are thinking about it, and there are also many who are actually participating.

However, these are not within He Jingtong's consideration at the moment.

The monster in front of him was a little over two meters tall, and its body looked like it had collapsed into mud. Its liquid-like tissue was still flowing downwards.

Looking closely, there are also many stains in the direction where the monster is facing away, forming a cluster of stains.

The disgusting sticky feeling, coupled with the close distance, made He Jingtong frown even though there was no strange smell.

The famous Jiuguan appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye. He Jingtong had a blank expression on his face and stabbed forward with the sword.

The increase in soul power and the physical bonus it brought were enough to allow him to wield the ceremonial sword with one hand smoothly and fluently, even though he should have held it with both hands.

The weapon, which was originally related to rituals, flashed with a faint light at this moment, and then a large amount of white lightning exploded, winding up in strands, instantly lighting up this somewhat dim factory.

It's like the morning light breaking and the sky suddenly brightens.

However, in the blink of an eye, with the help of the lightning power extending from the Mingjiu Pass, the alien spirit was hit.

After all, he was reluctant to use half of his body to chop garbage, so He Jingtong decisively chose to use his ability bias characteristics.

There was a loud thunder and the sound of electric current. Suddenly, a large area of ​​the alien's body appeared burnt.

The mud monster's cracked mouth on its head opened and closed wider because of the sudden pain.

The shrill screams shook the dust in the air, causing everything to spread outward.

Then, part of the alien's muddy body began to change visibly, and quickly solidified into the shape of a hand.

After all, the spirits who have human memories and cannot get rid of this part of cognition seem to think that slapping people is the most effective means of violence.

But it didn't know that keeping the mud would make He Jingtong feel disgusted and he would not want to use the Nine Passes. And once the mud formed some kind of understandable individual...

The result is simply that he is completely penetrated by the Nine Passes.

He Jingtongtai is used to thrusting without any protective measures. Although the blade is sharpened on only one side, thrusting can provide an additional attack of quickly splitting during the thrusting process.

In this way, in just a blink of an eye, the mud-like monster was stabbed in the middle and cut in half with a slanting knife.

The white lightning power exploded again, stopping the alien's tendency to heal its wounds and also destroying the alien's survival foundation, which regarded the blue bar as its health.

However, what He Jingtong did not notice was that before the alien spirit turned into black dust and disappeared, a dark blue light flashed by at those marks that originally looked like stains.

At the same time, a gust of wind came from somewhere. Accompanied by subtle applause, He Jingtong turned his head and looked behind him.

Ming Jiuguan flipped in his hand and disappeared. He Jingtong turned around and looked behind him.

The man in front of him looked to be in his early teens. He was wearing a dark purple suit with two golden stripes on the front collar, and a white vest and black shirt underneath.

Different from his slightly formal and well-designed clothes, the man's hair, perhaps because of the humid environment or because he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, was greasy and felt like it had fallen into water, making him look messy and sloppy.

The man looked at He Jingtong, and stopped clapping after he made sure that the boy saw him clearly.

"Although an A-level spirit is not a relatively powerful one, it is a disaster once it appears in a crowd. In the hands of a high school student like you, it only takes one knife..."

The man's low, hoarse voice was like sand mixed with broken sword fragments, especially cutting to the ears: "You are very strong, at least stronger than I thought."

He Jingtong looked at him and frowned: "Who are you?"

"There's no need to play dumb at this moment." The man looked at He Jingtong with deep eyes, "You asked about me not long ago, didn't you?"

He Jingtong reacted immediately.

"You said it was not long ago, but in reality, it's been less than 20 minutes, right?" He Jingtong was referring to the time when he called Zong Feng to inquire about Le He's situation, the car driven by the "N" organization members was almost at the abandoned factory.

"Also, I really want to know how you know what happened to me." He Jingtong looked at the man and said word by word, "Mr. Lehe, can you tell me?"

"My companion told me." Le He did not have any concealing attitude. His back was half arched, his head tilted forward slightly, and when he raised his arms and spoke, there was an inhuman feeling that was difficult to conceal.

Le He pointed to his eyes and said, "Those are eyes that can see all the images within a certain range."

"But I think what you care about most is not this. Rather, it is why I influenced Cui Tong and lured you here."

Although the music and voice were weak, He Jingtong could see that this attitude was full of decadence, and the actual movements showed that he was ready to attack at any time.

The boy did not interrupt Le He and continued to listen to him quietly.

"I wanted you to come here to tell you something."

"It's something you will know sooner or later, but knowing it now may be beneficial to me." Le He said in a very straightforward tone.

"Do you remember your uncle? You met for the second time in the hospital not long ago and signed a contract."

"Your blood relatives are just human tools in the hands of certain powerful people."

"I guess you don't believe this." Le He had been observing He Jingtong's expression, and naturally noticed that his eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper. The defensive look in the boy's eyes was also getting heavier.

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. I'm just telling you what I want to say from my perspective. It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, whether the words are correct or not. I believe you will find a way to verify them, so I don't care."

Le He's words were full of contradictions, and the already weird and inhuman feeling became even stronger.

"All I have to tell you is that there are people who have set their sights on you, people you can't resist. They are going to brainwash you like a dog, trying to make you a tool in their hands."

"They want to build a new society, a new world where all people are created by spirits. You are the most important person in their efforts to build that society, that world."

"You are a Z-rank spirit that is so powerful that no one can match you. You are a legend, a living anomaly, a walking monster... You are the fuel that everyone who wants to create that new world believes is indispensable."

What are you talking about?

He Jingtong's tone was full of confusion when he spoke, but he was interrupted by Le He before he could finish his sentence.

"Don't interrupt!" It was an extremely stern tone. Le He looked at He Jingtong and said dangerously, "You don't think I'm joking, you idiot! Idiot! You're crazy!"

"If you have any common sense, you will know that I would never lie to you."

"I am just stating the facts. There is no one around you you can trust. The only thing you can believe in is what you judged in the past. You must remember that the alien spirits are always the afterimages of what you have identified. Do not stop swinging your sword, and do not stop killing the alien spirits!"

"...Mad man." He Jingtong looked at Le He, his brows no longer furrowed.

"What exactly do you want to do? Or rather, what do you want me to do?" He Jingtong finally acted as if he was willing to negotiate.

"Ah——" Le He was suddenly stunned, really stunned.

But this state did not last long. In the blink of an eye, He Jingtong discovered that something had changed.

The weird and strange things about Le He disappeared completely. He used the five fingers of his left hand to comb his messy hair to the back of his head, revealing his smooth forehead.

Afterwards, the sound that was like the rubbing of sand changed. The change was not particularly obvious, but it sounded much cleaner.

This time, Le He stood up straight, revealing his forehead, and his voice was clean and his tone was calm.

But what he said was: "Please pretend that I didn't say anything just now."

"I brought you here for only one thing." Le He smiled. He was a handsome man, and when his expression changed significantly, he looked bright and charming.

But it was this kind of Le He who could say: "——Send you to death."

He seemed to think that Le He might not have heard him clearly, so he repeated it again: "I brought you here for only one thing, to send you to death!"

"Why?" He Jingtong suddenly said something that Le He didn't expect.

"Why why? Why do you want you to die? This is only natural." Le He's voice was filled with malice.

"In everyone's eyes, you are just a dog that can provide force. Weapons in people's hands can easily arouse people's greed and cause countless damage. But as long as I kill you, destroy you, and exterminate you, this beast, everything will return to the way it was before!"

"You shouldn't even exist!"

“Why don’t you just die sooner? That idiot actually thinks you should be like a bird, flying freely in the sky. Even if your abilities are restricted, even if your soul has merged into a monster, you shouldn’t be controlled by others… Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

"But doesn't that mean you're just a dog tied with a leash by someone else? Whether it's a bird or a dog, aren't they all beasts?" Le He's originally fierce voice became unnaturally soft when he asked the question.

"The you just now was another you." He Jingtong was completely certain of this information.

"So what?" The man with a dual personality stared at He Jingtong viciously.

"You have two sides. One side hopes that I can know certain news in advance so that I can be prepared. The other side hopes that I can die right now. Am I right?" He Jingtong looked up at Le He.

This guiding sentence really made Le He repeat: "So what!"

"Double personality is usually formed after trauma. Your appearance is just a creation of Lehe for self-protection."

He Jingtong spoke faster, not giving Le He a chance to interrupt him: "He hopes that I can be like a bird, which is equivalent to him being trapped in a prison. You hope that I can die immediately, which means that you also hope that I can really turn into a bird."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Le He's voice was almost shrill.

He Jingtong interrupted him with a louder voice: "Otherwise you would have attacked me a long time ago!"

Then, a smile appeared on the young man's face. It was very light, so faint that it would be ignored if you didn't pay attention.

Le He was stunned again, and a look of struggle appeared on his face. After several times, this man even looked like he was arguing with himself.

"I can't save myself, but I can try to save others..."

"If you really have the power to save others, how could you have created me!"

"I want to save him..."

"Kill him, kill him! You idiot! As long as you kill him, with Fu Zexun dead, no one will know how to create a Z-level alien spirit!"

"But doing so will only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. Fu Zexun knows how to make it, and other humans will sooner or later also be able to research and achieve results..."

"But that will only happen after you die. There are less than 100,000 spiritual masters in this country. It is impossible for a genius like Fu Zexun to emerge from this number, or even surpass him!"

"As long as you kill him, no matter how much those people want to create the paradise in their hearts, all their thoughts will be interrupted! What's more, his grandfather also said that he should commit suicide, didn't he?!"

This time, it was He Jingtong who was a little stunned.

"Le He" obviously noticed this and suddenly became delighted, his tone became more intense: "Look, he definitely had the thought of wanting to die in his heart. You can save people who want to live, but how can you save people who want to die?"

"The lazy spirit has been destroyed, Fu Zexun is dead, and as long as He Jingtong dies, the new 'Peach Blossom Spring' will never come true!"

A struggling expression appeared on Le He's face again: "It's not like that..."

"Excuse me." He Jingtong did not give "them" a chance to continue arguing. At this time, the Nine-Guan appeared in the boy's hand again.

The dark blue mist glow has reappeared in this abandoned factory.

"This isn't the right time for you to continue arguing with yourself."

"What is that?" Le He looked at the stains in confusion. At this moment, there was a dark blue light spot in the center of the stains in his sight.

Those points of light gathered together visibly, and finally, they regenerated into a strange creature that looked like the mud on the beach.

He Jingtong's eyes were sharp: "Is he not dead, or is he resurrected? Or is it..."

"Immortality?"

"What do you mean?" Le He said. The main personality regained control of the body at this time, and the irritable neurotic secondary personality Le He passively calmed down.

"It seems like you really didn't notice it at all." He Jingtong still used honorifics, but Le He taunted him, "Don't call me 'you'."

He Jingtong tightened the hilt of the knife in his hand, nodded nonchalantly, and said, "I wonder how long it has been since you last saw a normal mutant spirit."

"At least in my memory, even if it's just a B-level spirit, it has some ability characteristics."

For example, the one in the hospital at the beginning, she could condense that dirty yellow power into one power ball after another and launch it over a large area.

At first, He Jingtong logically believed that this method of attack was universal, but later when he started taking Cui Tong's class, he found that although it is possible to copy, neither humans nor spirits generally do so.

What a waste of energy.

For a B-rank alien to be able to carry out such a large-area attack, it can only be because it has a special ability.

Moreover, even the artificial spirits created by Fu Zexun have seven main attack directions.

The difference between a naturally mutated spirit and a spiritual master is that the latter possesses human nature.

The former can kill and devour humans at will in order to become stronger, while the spiritualist is on the side that protects humans.

After quickly throwing away all his thoughts, He Jingtong told Le He: "Can you guarantee that there are no spirits in this world that possess the ability to be immortal?"

Le He opened his mouth wide: "Impossible!"

"If this ability is true, doesn't it mean that the spiritual masters who have awakened in the past may also have the characteristics of immortality?"

"So these proofs, trying to achieve immortality through supernatural means, is itself a wrong path." After He Jingtong finished speaking, he swung his sword to meet the supernatural.

Is it immortality, or is it that the recovery ability is too strong, or is it that it can recover by leaving some parts that were not killed...

No matter which possibility it is, we will only know after we cut it down.

Le He, whose brain was almost burned by his words, was left standing there in a daze.

He muttered to himself: "If I really have the ability to favor people whose characteristics are immortality..."

"It doesn't exist at all!" another Lehe started roaring.

He Jingtong's words brought Lehe into a ditch.

If there really are people whose ability is to be immortal, then establishing a new society of supernatural beings is fundamentally a ridiculous idea.

Why do you have to become a spirit if you can be a human being?

No, that's not right.

If it is really possible to achieve immortality through human existence and replicate this phenomenon on a large scale, then there is no need to try to establish a supernatural society... although this idea seems so twisted at this moment.

Those who took him and them away, and forced them to accept the alien spirits, were clearly the ones he hated the most...

But at this time, Le He was particularly confident that the other party had absolutely ruled out the possibility of achieving immortality as a human being.

He believes in the strength of those he hates to death... How ridiculous is that?

He Jingtong didn't care about these, and just turned to nerf the alien spirits over and over again.

It's just A-level. Even if it doesn't die, it won't cause any trouble.

That was roughly his attitude. Afterwards, He Jingtong attacked the monster about five times before he finally killed it.

In order to prevent the evil spirit from not being completely dead, He Jingtong also destroyed all the stains.

After finishing all this, He Jingtong looked back at Le He and said seriously, "The mission is over. I should go back now. Thank you for telling me the news."

There is one more point, He Jingtong thought about it and said it.

"It is true that my grandfather wanted me to commit suicide when I was in a desperate situation, but my predecessor told me that once I was really in a desperate situation, he would choose to kill me."

He Jingtong smiled again: "Besides that, my uncle also gave me a weakness that can be seen by others. From that moment on, I no longer have the opportunity to completely transform."

They were all trying their best to hold He Jingtong back——

"I will just die before I become the strongest."

In that bond between heaven and earth, if He Jingtong dared to kill someone, he would surely die.

But if he completely becomes a spirit, then it is impossible for him not to kill people.

The fight between spirits and spiritual masters will never end.

Trying to control the existence of monsters will only result in being devoured by them...

After the factory abandonment incident was over, He Jingtong went straight back to school, leaving Le He standing there.

He seemed to have finally figured out that the constraints set by He Wanjin had been implemented from the very beginning, and some people simply had no possibility of taking advantage of He Jingtong.

In this even more dilapidated abandoned factory where he was the only one working there, Le He suddenly muttered to himself, "Has He Wanjin ever thought about what he will get out of doing this?"

"Pah—" A figure appeared at the gate of the abandoned factory. The man held onto the dusty wall, kicked a stone away, and said lazily, "That's the best way to do it."

"He Wanjin's importance is beyond our reach."

"Once He Wanjin dies, those important constraints will be destroyed on a large scale, which will inevitably make those who want to use and control He Jingtong in the dark be cautious and look ahead and behind."

"You have to know that the people who want to create a supernatural society are not the same people who actually control this country."

The visitor smiled sarcastically and said, "Even if the higher-ups allow them to conduct this experiment and implement the Peach Blossom Spring Project, they will not allow them to kill He Wanjin to destroy the constraints on He Jingtong and continue with the plan."

"Then, are we still going to kill He Jingtong?" Le He said calmly.

"Which personality are you now?" the man asked.

Le He stopped talking again.

The visitor waved his hand nonchalantly: "I'll just treat this question as one that both of your personalities are asking."

"The answer is very simple. Of course, we should continue. Because only when He Jingtong is in danger, those who try to use and control him will see us first."

"What we want is for them to be able to see us, right?"

…

Twenty years ago, the person who spoke, that is, Zhuang Yifei, he, Le He, and even He Wanjin, were all taken away from their homes to participate in an experiment called Peach Blossom Spring.

The core of this experiment is to try to erase the sins of the alien spirits.

At that time, because there were no lazy spirits to make judgments, ordinary people had not yet developed the knowledge that spirits could live forever. After all, since the formation of the spiritual master system, spirits appeared, caused damage, and spiritual masters strangled them... This has formed a complete process.

Those who wanted to build a supernatural society in the later period had the subjective idea that "supernatural beings always have memories of their previous lives" and believed that the seven deadly sins could be blocked and suppressed.

If this is achieved, then death is a form of resurrection.

A spirit that is not controlled by sin will simply become another kind of spiritual master.

Just like that, the Peach Blossom Spring Project was officially launched.

Afterwards, it was unclear which "genius" came up with the idea that the children who were taken away were required to live with the spirits.

The children who had the ability to protect themselves and a group of evil spirits who always wanted to persecute them were forced into a "cage".

It was hell on earth for all the self-protective children who were taken away.

Over the past twenty years, they have been conducting symbiosis experiments for nearly ten years. Afterwards, Fu Zexun discovered the lazy spirit...

As long as you are immortal, you have eternal life.

At this point, it is meaningless to continue to create symbiosis between humans and spirits, and to try to make spirits become spiritual masters in another sense and achieve resurrection.

No matter how powerful a spiritualist is, he will die.

The alien spirits that were formed after their death required a large number of spiritualists to destroy them each time.

Spiritual masters also have the possibility of spiritualization.

Doesn't this mean that no matter what human beings are like, they will eventually become spiritualized?

The Peach Blossom Spring experiment was eventually suspended.

The new plan... no, the new delusion is to realize the spiritualization of all human beings and to realize the immortality of all human beings.

The child who was taken away was no longer useful, but was still feared by the family. They were afraid that the Peach Blossom Spring plan would be exposed, so they were unwilling to give up and return home.

As a result, in the end, everyone becomes a puppet of the power.

He Wanjin is burdened with countless constraints. Lehe is repeatedly asked to use his abilities to influence others. Zhuang Yifei is also used as a humanoid surveillance device...

None of them are allowed to have a self.

But how can people always be tools? !