Absolute protagonist

Late that night, the entire Internet was in an uproar.

Titles such as # A supernatural anchor broadcasts seeing ghosts live # , # Spiritual energy revives, the underworld appears # , # Shock! A anchor actually did such a thing late at night # ... Various reliable or unreliable titles began to circulate on the Internet.

Many idle immortal cultivators saw the title and the video circulating on the Internet at the first time and shared it with their friends. So the news spread more and more.

The official of the Qiming Empire was also broken. After all, they couldn't close the live broadcast room before, and even attracted at least hundreds of thousands of viewers during the live broadcast. The news that so many people knew could not be covered up. They simply ignored it and let the public discuss and speculate endlessly.

!!! ! There are really ghosts in this world? ! The world view is shaky.

Hehe, those who have experienced it personally and are lucky enough to escape the disaster will tell you that there are not only ghosts, but also many of them!

We have had evil ghosts harm people before, but you still didn't believe it when you posted it online, saying it was a movie special effect... What the hell movie special effects! But within three minutes, the content we uploaded was blocked.

Now the official seems to no longer block content related to ghosts. I saw a lot of uploaded posts and videos. You can go and have a look.

e So we have been living in such a dangerous world orz, won't the official come out to give an explanation? Qiming Empire Propaganda Department

Seeing so many supernatural events that were once blocked, many ordinary people suddenly felt a deep sense of crisis. After all, ghosts, which have no physical form, are unsolvable to ordinary people. As long as they encounter them, they will be dead. When they think that they may encounter supernatural events at any time, these people can't help but panic.

Fortunately, the official response of Qiming Empire was relatively fast this time. Not only did they announce that "ordinary ghosts can only absorb a small amount of popularity and cannot harm human lives", but they also brought out the extraordinary power hidden in the dark. Among them were folk celestial masters, independent practitioners recruited by official institutions, and special armed forces using exorcist bullets.

Under their guidance of public opinion, the atmosphere of panic gradually dissipated, replaced by the longing and worship of extraordinary power.

Official special department.

After fighting online for half the night, they finally guided all public opinions to a favorable direction. Several people with big dark circles on their faces stood up from the computer, facing the warm light of the morning sun outside the window, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Feng, who was in charge of the special department, nodded and said with a smile: "Everyone has worked hard. I will treat everyone to breakfast."

Suddenly, all the department members cheered.

At this time, a baby-faced girl suddenly shouted, "Wait, boss, there's something new."

Everyone looked at her, and saw the girl pointing her finger at the computer screen in front of her, saying in surprise, "That mysterious live broadcast room has appeared again."

In the dim room, the gate of the underworld flashed with black light, and ghosts were spit out one after another, but their souls were smaller than before they entered, and they looked listless as if their souls had been hollowed out.

As soon as they were spit out, they wanted to escape, but they heard a cold snort from the young man. Suddenly, a deep and terrifying aura emanated from the room, cold, fierce, and chilly.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, and the moisture condensed into white mist. The ghosts were directly frozen in mid-air, and a thin layer of frost covered the surface of their souls.

Immediately afterwards, a beautifully shaped hand reached out to the nearest ghost, which was a charred evil ghost whose original appearance could not be recognized at all.

The cold mist between the fingers merged with the ghost energy and condensed into a clear and cold ice knife.

"I have never had the opportunity to come into contact with ghosts before..." The boy's voice sounded in the room. No matter how gentle his tone was, it could not cover up his cold voice. "To be honest, I am quite curious about your structure."

A strange and piercing wailing sounded in the room. The sound was very short and disappeared quickly, as if someone had blocked his mouth or blocked it.

...

On the pure white single sofa, the boy lay there carelessly. The ghost energy intertwined in the air automatically woven into an experimental table, and his powerful mental power controlled everything at will.

The ghosts who were dissected three layers inside and three layers outside collapsed in the air like they had no desire to live. Chu Si found something from the core of these ghost souls.

"Sure enough, the original body's experience... was not an accident at all." Chu Si stopped his hand with a soft murmur.

The slightly longer hair on his forehead blocked his mysterious eyebrows and eyes. The pale and delicate lower half of his face was blurred in the misty cold fog. The corners of his lips slightly raised a curve.

"The orphanage fire, 397 people died tragically and turned into resentful souls, and the only psychic body survived... I don't believe there is such a coincidence in the world."

He stood up and spread his five fingers.

In the deep vortex, the shadow of the Nether Gate appeared again, and the force field that originally imprisoned all the ghosts gradually disappeared. Before Chu Si took action, the listless evil ghosts screamed happily and took the initiative to pounce on the Nether Gate. It seemed that they were extremely impatient.

It seemed that staying outside was ten thousand times more terrible than being imprisoned by the Nether Gate or even having their souls wiped out.

Chu Si, who felt that he seemed to be mocked invisibly: "..."

The arc of his lips deepened a few points, and his eyes gently looked at the last ghost on the experimental table.

So, the last ghost shivered and shook its soul body, burning its soul power, suddenly accelerated its speed, and instantly crashed into the shadow of the Netherworld Gate.

System 666's gloating laughter sounded in the system space: [Hahahaha, it seems these evil spirits have deeply understood the nature of the big devil...]

It was smiling happily and suddenly felt a chill in its body, and the whole little ball of light shrank into a ball subconsciously. An invisible spiritual power turned into a big hand, gently stroking the surface of the light ball.

"666, I feel like we haven't had close communication in a long time..."

System 666:! ! !

"Okay. Don't worry." The big hand formed by mental power gently touched the head of Mo System 666, and the young man comforted him with a gentle voice and a smile, "How could I be so rough to you?"

System 666 looked at its host with starry eyes.

With System 666's moved expression, he continued: "After all, compared with those evil ghosts who can only be used as energy drivers, you are very useful. Be good, listen to my instructions, and get ready to build a live broadcast room. "

System 666: [...qaq]

...I always feel that if I were not responsible for setting up a live broadcast room in this world, I would be analyzed by the host.

In a certain basement, strange blood stains were smeared on the ground to form a circular pattern. A ghost was suspended in the floating light of the pattern. Countless wisps of invisible gas that ordinary people could not see surged towards him from mid-air. His soul solidified little by little.

Wu Chuan sensed that his soul body would no longer dissipate at any time like before, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, applauding his long-term plan in his heart.

Ever since he was discovered to have a special talent when he was young, became a disciple of a heavenly master, and learned the rule that ghosts in this world will be destroyed in seven days, he has been in an unspeakable panic. When he and other heavenly masters were dealing with those evil spirits, Wu Chuan always felt like a rabbit was dead and a fox was sad.

...If I die one day, I'm afraid I'll have to face the same desperate situation as these ghosts, right? But he was never willing to do so. He only existed for seven days before his soul disappeared.

This panic lasted until ten years ago, when Wu Chuan saw a child born with a psychic body in an orphanage. He was suddenly ecstatic.

So, not long after, a fire broke out in the orphanage. After that, there was even more bad news.

The people trapped inside soon discovered that there was a communication failure, and they were more like encountering a ghost beating a wall, unable to get out of the fire scene. In the end, he can only die in despair and fear, pouring all his resentment into the only lucky person.

"Sure enough, the decision I made back then was the right one." Thinking of this, he felt even more proud. "Otherwise, I would still be like those idiots, worrying about the dissipation of my soul every day. How can I sit back and enjoy the benefits like this, directly through the 397 The method on the ghost's body can indirectly absorb the popularity of the psychic body, so you don't have to worry about being discovered by other heavenly masters?"

Suddenly, the white air that was continuously coming towards him stopped in mid-air, like threads that tightened. One end was connected to his soul, and a strong pull suddenly came from the other end. Strength.

"What's going on?!"

Wu Chuan was so shocked that he had no time to react. The brutal force from the other end pulled hard, and his entire soul was ripped out uncontrollably. Passing through layers of walls and houses along the way, his illusory soul was directly exposed to the unobstructed streets and the bright brilliance of the morning sun.

To ordinary people, the extremely warm sunlight shining on the ghost appears to be extremely violent, just like human skin encountering aqua regia splashed on it. The extreme pain is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He screamed repeatedly, and wisps of black mist on the surface of his soul body dissipated, until he was finally pulled into a room, and his soul body had shrunk by half.

"Ah, it's actually been weakened so much by sunlight."

After finally entering the cool room, Wu Chuan, who was constantly writhing in pain in mid-air, heard a surprised voice ringing in his ears while his consciousness was chaotic, and his tone revealed unspeakable regret.

"What a waste. All this soul energy is wasted. You must be careful next time..."

Then, he saw a familiar boy.

He has clean facial features, a pale face with a slightly gloomy temperament, and a pair of eyes as deep as a deep pool, with cold ripples deep in his eyes.

At this time, the other party was holding his chin slightly and staring at him with a smile.

"You, you!!!"

Wu Chuan's expression changed one after another, from surprise, confusion, to horror. It's hard to imagine that a ghost can make such rich expression changes.

In fact, the cold and deep aura around the young man completely shocked him.

As a former heavenly master, he knew very well that this was clearly a special aura that only the ghost king among the fierce ghosts had. However, the other party is obviously a living person.

"It seems that you don't know much about the practical application of the psychic body..."

Seeing the ghost's surprise at a glance, and even guessing the other person's thoughts directly, Chu Si just raised his eyelids and said casually:

"However, my purpose is not to discuss the psychic body with you..."

He said to System 666 in his mind: "Prepare the live broadcast room."

The author has something to say: The protagonist’s purpose is not only to avenge the original person, but also to publicize the subsequent plan and let everyone, including the official, take the initiative to contribute their faith.

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