Overgod Ascension

"It is indeed a resentful spirit!"

Wu Ming sighed, suddenly rushed forward and punched!

boom!

A wooden frame collapsed, the porcelain vase on it shattered to the ground, and the girl disappeared.

"In the dream, even Steven's physical fitness was restored. The degree of reality is quite high..."

He smiled: "It's been a long time since I've used my full strength!"

"Do you want to hide and seek?"

The girl's voice came, and two small hands had already grabbed Wu Ming's ankles.

"shock!"

Wu Ming twisted his feet, like an iron plow plowing the ground. The hard wooden boards shattered one after another, but the little girl's hands suddenly became blurred and disappeared in an instant.

"whee!"

The girl's laughter kept coming, and the face with blood and tears suddenly appeared in the mirror, on the wall, in the chandelier...

boom!

Wu Ming's expression remained unchanged, his fists and kicks were like the wind, and the surrounding area was in a mess in an instant.

"whee!"

The ringtones around her were still there, and the little girl's shadow appeared again, completely intact.

"Huhu..."

Wu Ming let out a long breath: "The warm-up exercise is over, it's time to get serious..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, his spiritual power was bright and turned into an invisible barrier, impacting out.

Boom! Boom!

It was as if a typhoon was passing by, a tornado was raging, and invisible and astonishing power swept across instantly. Everything in front of Wu Ming was constantly shattered, decomposed, and turned into dust under the agitation of mental power, revealing a blank.

The little girl screamed and disappeared in an instant.

"To deal with wronged souls, we still need to use mental power..."

"However... the fisting and kicking abilities in the dream are still in line with the rules of reality, but the role of mental power is amplified..."

A trace of regret appeared on Wu Ming's face, obviously regretting that he could not obtain real combat data.

He seemed to regard the dream created by the ghost of an innocent soul as a free testing ground.

This time it was obvious that real harm had been done to the little girl. The whole dream suddenly became hazy. I don’t know how long it took before the villa reappeared.

Everything inside was restored, and the pleasant bells sounded again.

"You should know that you can't deal with me like this..."

Wu Ming sighed and understood the limits of this ghost: "I can definitely break through this place again and turn it into a mental competition with you, but I am too lazy to play with you anymore..."

The expression on his face was very joking, and the smile at the corner of his mouth widened: "Who is it? Who gave you such great courage, and dared to invade my sea of ​​consciousness?"

Even after one reincarnation, his true spirit essence still carries a little golden immortal mark!

Existences that are not at the same level or higher cannot invade his sea of ​​consciousness and heart, let alone mental control and charm.

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers lightly.

Click! Click!

Countless cracks suddenly appeared in the void, and immediately, a large number of shattering sounds were heard, and the space was shattered like a mirror.

"Baby, let me see you!"

Wu Ming stepped forward and picked up a music box in the broken void.

It was exactly the same shape as in reality, except that it had a little blood on it.

"I am coming!"

His eyes narrowed, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Scenes of memories are drawn out, forming a picture like a projection.

In the villa just now, a middle-aged couple looked solemn. They drew a six-pointed star array on the ground with blood and bone powder, and were mumbling something in prayer.

After years of rituals, the two people's personalities became more and more weird, and finally they became somewhat neurotic.

The neighbors around them are becoming more and more alienated from them, but they can't stop them from going their own way.

At the end, there was even a bloody scene.

"Impossible...why is there no demon, even a vengeful spirit, that responds to our call..."

The couple screamed desperately, looking more and more ferocious, and finally focused on the little girl.

"Our plan will definitely succeed, little baby, you have to help us!"

"No, no..."

The little girl was forced into a corner, holding the music box tightly in her hand.

"Elodi, you have a noble bloodline and will surely awaken. If we can't get help from the resentful spirit, why not just create one?"

Their voices grew crazier.

At the end, there was just a yellowed newspaper, which recorded a major case - 'A family of three died unexpectedly! It is suspected that the tragedy was caused by an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs. The Police Department will continue to increase its efforts to crack down on illegal and dangerous drug transactions...'

…

"well……"

The early morning sunlight shone through the window, and Wu Ming looked at the music box in front of him.

His hand touched it gently, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but the dark atmosphere on it was immediately swept away: "Rest in peace..."

This resentful spirit was purified, but the problems it caused made Wu Ming fall into deep thinking: "Is the inheritance cut off? A family of witches can't even solve the most basic summoning ritual..."

He couldn't help but think of history.

The original Golden Oak Kingdom had experienced many coups and riots, and even had a fifty-year dark period. War and the epidemic of the Black Death made barbarism and ignorance the mainstream, and the entire kingdom almost regressed. primitive society.

That is to say, in such an environment, the inheritance of civilization is cut off, even with extraordinary power.

Until the emergence of the new technological revolution, the entire kingdom and even the world were saved, but some things have completely disappeared into history.

"This thing...maybe it's also a good bait?"

Wu Ming weighed the music box in his hand.

Even though the extraordinary power of this world seems to be overwhelming, and it seems that it has no power to resist in the face of the state machine, there is still some remnant after all.

The remaining resentment and spiritual power on this music box were as obvious to them as a torch in the dark night.

If you set it up well, you might be able to catch something.

"I don't know if the Golden Oak Kingdom has any preparations for this..."

The country must have records of this extraordinary existence. As for whether a special corresponding agency will be established? This is also a question that Wu Ming has to consider.

Otherwise, the same kind would not be attracted, but instead the kingdom's attention would be drawn here. Wu Ming did not want to live a life of being monitored in the future, or simply be caught and used as a guinea pig.

…

"Hey Neville, how's your sister?"

A few days later, Wu Ming found Neville.

"very good!"

Neville had a happy smile on his face: "Since you took away that damn box, my sister can finally sleep well and is recovering mentally..."

"very good!"

Wu Ming waved his hand and threw something into Neville's hand.

"Is this...ah?"

Neville hurriedly caught it, but when he saw clearly that it was the mysterious music box, he almost shuddered and threw it away.

"Don't worry, I checked, this is just an ordinary music box..."

Wu Ming shrugged his shoulders: "I think about your sister, she is just too nervous and the child has nightmares..."

"But……"

Neville obviously wanted to say something more, but suddenly, he saw Wu Ming's eyes.

Those blue pupils were like the sea, deep and unfathomable, with darkness at the bottom.

The expression on his face suddenly changed, his eyes were a little confused, and then he murmured unconsciously: "It's just a child having a nightmare..."

With Wu Ming's current mental strength, he is more than enough to be a hypnotist. Now he is just giving a simple mental suggestion.

After all, this kind of thing was spread everywhere, and it did no good to Neville or him at all.

"Okay, let's take it and sell it!"

Wu Ming pointed to the music box in Neville's hand, with a strange smile on his face.

He also did some little tricks on the box.

With the strangeness of this music box, some real 'collectors' will definitely be interested in it.

“I don’t know how many will take the bait?”

Wu Ming was slightly looking forward to it, and immediately sent Neville away, who was still in a daze, and came to St. George Middle School.

The curriculum of the middle school department is quite loose. It is almost the same as the previous life of the university. Teachers give lectures in designated classrooms. Students bring their own textbooks to listen to the lectures, and there are very few roll calls.

Moreover, there are only half a day of classes in a day, and the remaining half of the day is completely free time.

As long as you earn enough credits and pass the major exam, you can successfully graduate from middle school. Of course, only after obtaining this diploma can students have the right to rush to various universities and continue their studies.

With the courses arranged at this time, the first-year credits are still less than half, and these need to be obtained by participating in club activities.

"These societies are semi-public in nature. No wonder the presidents are the key targets on the recommendation list..."

Wu Ming had a piece of white paper in front of him, and he wrote and drew on it at will.

While listening to the lecture, he kept writing, like a good student who listened carefully and took notes.

But when Vidi came over to take a look, he was immediately dazzled by the ghostly symbols on it.

"Steven, what are you doing?"

After enduring a lesson, when the teacher left, he immediately asked impatiently.

"Nothing, just scribbling..."

Wu Ming casually crumpled what he wrote into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

These are his deductions about several difficult questions in the 'Great Compass'. Anyway, in the eyes of these people from other worlds, the true text of Taoist symbols is simply more difficult to understand than any ancient text, not to mention that it is still incomplete and does not really stimulate the vitality. With strength.

'But if there really is a genius, maybe you can still see something from my draft...Does this count as revealing the secret of my magical skill...'

There was a mysterious smile on Wu Ming's lips: 'I don't know if there will be such a lucky person or an unlucky person...'