I Persuade People With Reason

woohoo hoo...

In the dark and narrow corridor, heavy footsteps sounded together with panting, and a tall and thin young man galloped down, his face pale with fear.

Sweat soaked his shirt and trousers, and it could be seen that his limbs were numb and sore, and he was almost dragging his legs to run, but he didn't dare to stop.

As he raced down, the stairwell behind him also changed.

On the snow-white walls, the wall powder gradually fell off, and the black-gray moss gradually spread up. It was cold and gloomy, but in the blink of an eye, large swathes of dilapidated black mold spread down from the walls. Aged and full of cracks, as if decades have passed by in a flash, everything is decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The strange changes followed the young man's downward footsteps and spread all the way down, as if something had been chasing him closely, and the strange and inexplicable aura made everything around him decay.

"what--!"

Feeling that something invisible was sticking to his neck, and the cool wind was blowing from his neck? The young man finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his feet almost fell on the sill.

Fortunately, the crisis of life and death seemed to squeeze out his greatest potential. He held on to the wall to stand firm, and continued to run down desperately without looking back.

The rotten walls and steps seemed to have sprouted, and a pair of eyes looked at him behind him.

The babbling sound, the frolic, the cry of a child?... Men and women, old and young, who once lived in this building seemed to appear behind the young man alive, chasing him together.

Their expressions were stiff, their bodies were illusory, and there were only whites in their eyes, staring straight at the young man's back.

"Don't go...hehe..."

"stay……"

"Hahahaha……"

The long steps seemed to never end, and he seemed to be completely trapped here. Something was chasing after him unhurriedly, and a sinister aura hit his back.

"Don't come? Come! Don't come? Come!"

His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the pace under his feet became slower and slower, but he did not dare to stop. If it goes on like this, when the things behind him catch up, he will definitely be eaten!

boom!

A loud noise.

The young man, who could no longer run, fell head-on down the steps and fell to the ground all of a sudden. He struggled? Climbing up, a pair of frightened eyes reflected the rotten and gloomy corridor, and standing on the steps? film.

A pair of empty eyes looked at him at the same time, accompanied by a certain atmosphere that was so eerie that one couldn't tell. Something seemed to come suddenly.

His body? Trembling suddenly.

... it's coming, it's coming!

...it's going to eat me! It must be eating me!

Whispering?, laughter?, children's cries?... On the steps where the granulation was wriggling, like a living thing? Getting closer, getting closer...

"Why so lingering? Have you not eaten enough?" A lazy, impatient voice suddenly sounded, and the gloomy atmosphere around suddenly stopped, "Hurry up, hurry up, I All worried for you? Hurry up!"

The countless white shadows approaching leisurely paused for a moment.

In the eerie and eerie corridor, the young man who fell to the ground raised his head at some point, frowning? How impatient. Such a gesture seems to be in a busy and busy vegetable market, picking and choosing for a few cabbage radishes.

Noticing the momentary pause, he raised his eyes lazily again, shook his head and sighed, "It's all of you. Alas, it's so long after death that you can't catch up with the first shift when you reincarnate."

Having said that, why didn't he just put his arms on the ground, stand up, and step on the wriggling steps, taking the initiative to walk towards the dense white ghosts.

One after another granulation buds protruded from under his feet, and they were about to wrap around? His calf was not smashed because he lifted his foot, and the invisible power in his soul followed? Body? Spread out.

sizzle--

Immediately, the squirming granulation seemed to have encountered a very high-intensity corrosive substance, and a large piece of it was corroded at once, and the granulation quickly escaped from Yuan Buwei's feet, leaving a circle of vacuum under his feet.

He didn't want to go up step by step. The scattered black smoke emptied and corroded the squirming granulation, clearing a path for him. Until he stopped and collided with the dense ghosts in front of him?

A pair of eyes stared straight at him.

Originally, his eyes lit up, and he was inexplicably excited.

He raised his hand and grabbed the nearest white shadow. The moment his fingers came into contact with the illusory white shadow, he was slightly startled: "It's not a ghost? This is..."

While he was talking, he put his five fingers together, and the white shadow was sucked by him like a puff of smoke, and was suddenly rubbed into a pitch-black sphere by Yuan Buwei, and it levitated. in his palm.

"It's a bit like candied haws..." Thinking like this, I didn't want to pick up this thing and look at it, and go down with a gulp.

There was a sudden silence in the corridor.

Until Yuan Buwei's lingering voice spread in the corridor, he smiled and murmured: "It turns out that resentment can measure the body, it smells so nostalgic."

Amidst the whistling, raving, screaming, and various voices of men, women, old and young, all the remaining white shadows rushed towards him, as if a group of ghosts devoured their souls.

"Don't worry, the snacks will come one by one."

In the gentle tone, in the center submerged by countless white shadows, countless dark smoke suddenly erupted.

A hand poked out from it at some point, and black smoke entangled from his fingertips, like a woven chain, or like a large open net, passing through the white shadow.

As this hand suddenly closed, it was as if a huge fishing net had been pulled out of the water, and even the countless fish and shrimp in the net had become a turtle in a urn.

The scattered black smoke gathered little by little and dissipated at the fingertips of the original, and also disappeared the dense whistling white shadow.

He stretched out his palms, and the pitch-black spheres were suspended in front of Yuan Buwei. The illusory and hazy surface was condensed with a pure halo, like a sphere condensed by water droplets.

I didn't think about it for a while, I put my hands together.

Under the pressure of the huge force, the countless spheres suspended in front of him gradually merged with each other, and the volume became smaller at the same time, and the original pale color was dozens of times richer.

At the end, only ten pitch-black "sugar haws" were left in the air, and a wisp of black smoke passed through them, stringing ten "sugar haws" into a string.

It wasn't because he raised his hand to take it, he put it on his lips and licked it.

...Tsk, if only I could? Add some sugar.

[Sink, host...] The trembling voice of System 999 then sounded, [You, are you alright? 】

"I'm fine." I heard the trembling mechanical sound, and asked curiously, "Why? As a system, you are still afraid of ghosts? What's more... this is not a ghost."

[No, the host misunderstood. The system has never been afraid of ghosts. 】 Looking at the peaceful and harmless smile of his host, System 999 shivered.

...I'm not afraid of ghosts, it's you, Orz.

The essence of System 999 is also energy.

...well, so brutal.

It said carefully: [Host, this kind of energy body is not delicious, and it is full of resentment. 】

- As for it, it's even worse.

It wants to help the host get rid of bad eating habits.

Yuan Buwei nodded and said, "Of course I know this, but I haven't eaten it before?" While speaking, he licked a "sugar gourd" bald and snorted, "The demons in the Demon Abyss are nastier than this. too much."

System 999: ? ? ?

... what should I do if I'm more afraid?

It wasn't because of the fear that he didn't seem to notice it at all. Once he remembered the taste of those demons, he just wanted to frown and said with disgust:

"Moyuan is the place where the demon world is exiled. The demons there are not intelligent creatures born the day after tomorrow, but are formed from demonic energy—the components of demonic energy, which come from the resentment, hatred, hatred, and fear of all beings in the world. Resentment, Ghost qi, turbid qi, everything. Can you imagine how bad those devils should be? It’s just like a pot of hodgepodge and a mess of seasonings simmering, and dark dishes are nothing more than that!”

"Compared to it, this pure resentment energy can be called delicious."

System 999 dare not make a sound?.

...Even the host can eat these things. Wouldn't it be more dangerous to be so delicious?

Thinking about the past when he ate dark food all the time, the resentment above his head almost condensed into substance.

Not caring about the sudden silence of System 999, he followed the steps to explore.

A cold and eerie aura filled the air, and the surrounding scene gradually changed. It was as if the second round of the game was refreshed and reset. On the steps above, dense white shadows reappeared, the decaying and aging walls spread layer by layer, and strange whispers sounded.

"...This is, everything is all over again?"

Wasn't looking at it with interest? All of this.

System 999 knew that he had not yet received the story of the fate of this world, so he dutifully explained: [This small world is rather special, and there are many supernatural beings that are difficult to explain by common sense, which are called weird. What the host encounters now is a kind of weirdness. The space within the scope of the weird rules is called the weird domain. 】

[Unlike ghosts and ghosts, weirdness is like a special rule that cannot be completely eliminated. Under normal circumstances, the only way is to find out this rule, evade it, or seal it with a special seal...]

[This entire space should be a strange realm, so the stairs are endless. The host's top priority? The most urgent thing is to find out the loopholes in the rules and get out of here...]

"That is to say, these grievances created by the weirdness can never be caught. As long as the weirdness is not extinguished, the resentment energy can be continuously revived."

[...] System 999 was suspiciously silent for a while, [Theoretically speaking, that's right. 】

...Why does it sense the host's voice? The voice seems a little excited? It must be an illusion.

"It couldn't be better?"

Yuanbu raised the corners of his lips happily, and cast his eager eyes to the heavy white shadows chasing him.

He walked forward step by step, the ceiling, walls, steps... everything around showed strange and inexplicable changes, granulation grew out of the decaying mold, and various sounds echoed around. This strange sound seemed to be grinding **** his soul.

If it is the original body, the soul of an ordinary person may not be able to last for a few rounds, and it will completely collapse. But for Yuan Buwei, this is simply a "tickling" level of strength, and he doesn't think it's heavy enough.

The granulation grew, and ghost shadows entangled him. The dark smoke in the sky bloomed from the youth's body. In the spreading mist, there seemed to be cold and violent to the extreme. Maliciously rushed out, like a beast opening up. Profitable.

Swish-!

All the granulation and ghosts shrank back in an instant.

Wasn't he smiling? Probing hands grabbed the heavy white shadows.

That smile is like an old vegetable farmer in the field, harvesting the already grown leeks, one crop after another.

...

Time passed without knowing it, and I didn't know how much or how little "leeks" were harvested. Although these resentments can be measured in body and taste in general, they can be used to increase the power of the soul itself. Even if one or two are insignificant, but if you eat too much, there should be some effect.

I don't know how long it has passed, the space in front of me suddenly began to shake violently, the decaying ceiling cracked, the long steps were fragmented, and the squirming granulation seemed to have lost all its vitality and became withered. Layer after layer of white shadows flashed before my eyes, like snowflakes emerging from an old TV.

wow——

As if an illusory bubble burst with a bang, the surrounding space disintegrated silently?

On the neatly tidy desk, the screen of the laptop glowed faintly, and in the enlarged dialog box, rows of dense red letters filled the screen, revealing extreme malice.

"Plagiarize the dog to die, die, die, die...!"

The font is a special effect of bleeding, and it looks like there is blood dripping out of the screen, exuding a thick ominous.

I didn't pay any attention to the handwriting on the screen, but instead looked around the room with interest.

This is a small single-person apartment, but it is very clean and tidy, and the entire wall next to it is densely packed with books.

The sun shines in from the window on the other side, and the transparent glass window reflects a face with clean and beautiful facial features, but it is too pale and thin. There are still faint dark circles on his face, and he looks like a strong decadence.

"It's so easy to return to this world?"

Why didn't he wink at himself in the glass window, still a bit unfinished.

"Didn't you say you have to crack the weird rules? Come out?"

System 999: […]

[This, probably because the Wei domain was bald by the host. 】