Soul of Negary

"Other ghosts, if they want to survive, they must kill, and only by killing can they support them to survive." Wang Yuan thought: "And every time you kill, you will absorb the resentment from the dead, and if this goes on, the ghosts will only increase. The more vicious."

"Of course it's more likely, the ghost can't even kill a person." Wang Yuan fluttered around the corpse, absorbing the white air. Even the current Wang Yuan wanted to kill a person without the help of the crow. .

He must be extremely close to that person, then use his own white qi to offset the other party's white qi with self-will, and finally use that weak interference force to interfere with the weak internal organs of the other party's body. If the other party is strong, it is not necessarily the case able to kill.

"So it's really hard for ghosts to develop." Wang Yuan was thinking about how to deal with the remaining seven people. It would be a waste to kill all of them. In order not to be infected by the negative emotions of the dead, he did not Can't absorb those white air.

"The reason why I will be polluted is because when I absorb the other party, the last emotion of the other party is pain and resentment." Wang Yuan thought of a class of people: "And if they die with a calm or even joyful mood Woolen cloth?"

"This is operational." Wang Yuan recalled some information from the memory of the person he absorbed: "Negri, the god of disease and ominousness?"

"According to this person's memory, the system didn't lie at the beginning. This world is really just a low-magic world." Wang Yuan believes that there are gods in this world. But he does not believe that there is a god in this world.

"After all, it's impossible to be like Sakura Country, there are eight million gods in one world."

In this person's memory, the world is divided into many races according to regions. For example, they are the Cauchy people, and the Cauchy people promise everything in the name of gods, such as Negri, which symbolizes disease and ominousness. The goddess of doom, the goddess Menas, the goddess of the new-born twig, and many other gods, symbolizing all kinds of things they can touch.

According to the degree of belief, most of these people are in a state of superficial belief. For example, the deer is the messenger of the goddess of luck, Riles. It is said that anyone who kills a deer will be abandoned by Riles and point to her sister, Menas. Look, but you see now put a deer in front of the hunting party and they won't kill it.

When they don't affect themselves, they will pay attention to some taboos of "gods", but once they involve themselves, they will not care so much.

"So the older and more experienced people in the team must die." Wang Yuan thought.

Some people's belief changes are called cyclical. When they were young, they might still have some respect for them, but after experiencing a lot, they will understand that these are false. Interestingly, once people reach old age, they will start to renew their beliefs. Pay attention to these things.

"There is only one thing I need to do, defeat them, and then dominate them." Wang Yuan is a person who is good at learning. This is how the system treated him at the beginning. The system defeated him, dominated his life and death, and dominated his body. The protagonist halo, and now he wants to live, to live better, and he needs to do the same.

Hearing the increasingly noisy voice over there, Wang Yuan instructed the crows who were still pecking at the corpse to fly away and wait quietly at the corpse.

With Wang Yuan's current soul body integrity, his perception of the germs in the crow became more and more clear, and he could feel that the germs were still mutating, which cost the crow a lot of physical strength, causing the crow to always eat.

"Sure enough, if things go on like this, the crow won't live long at all." Wang Yuan waited quietly: "Stronger, I need to be stronger!!"

After a while, the hunting team came here with weapons and found a body beyond recognition. The face of the bearded Dax looked uncertain under the beating flame of the torch.

In previous years, when the team went out to hunt, it was not that there were no deaths of members, but this time was different. It was unclear. One person died like this, and he didn't even scream. An ominous feeling was born in his heart. .

However, as the team leader, Dax did not show those uneasiness, otherwise people would be confused, and the team would not be easy to lead.

"Bury Naik's body on the spot..." Dax said, his eyes narrowed suddenly, he picked up a black feather from the ground, looked at the wound on the body, he said seriously: "Don't leave the weapon, Watch out for an attack from heaven."

"Negri's believer, is Negri staring at us?" Comoros looked at the black feather and said with some fear.

"What are you talking about!" Dax said with a sullen face: "How could Negri stare at us? It's just an accident. Go to bed if you have nothing to do. Just pay attention to the vigil."

Although the other people looked ugly, they didn't deny Dax's words. The two people who were better friends with Naik on weekdays worked together, carried his unrecognizable body to one side, and began to dig the pit, ready to take the body. buried.

Although the two who buried the corpse were also sad, they didn't care too much. Living in this world is just like that. They died of starvation, from conflicts with Kent people, from disease, from beast attacks. They have seen this kind of life and death. too many.

Throwing the corpse into the pit, breathing in the fragrance of the soil and the smell of blood, the two of them covered the soil little by little.

The pit is not big, maybe it won’t be long before some wild beasts will find the smell of blood, dig up the pit, and then have a nice meal, but the two of them don’t care, so bury it now to make yourself feel at ease Just fine.

The two of them looked at the filled dirt pit, gasping for breath, but felt an unprecedented tiredness, which made them a little puzzled. As a hunting team, if they were not in good health, they were joking with their own lives, but they were just digging one. It's just a corpse buried in the pit, how can it be so tired.

"Cough cough, something is wrong." One person coughed and said, "It's not too cold tonight, why am I a little dizzy."

"I'm a bit too, hurry up and go back to bed next to the fire." The other person's face was not very good-looking. This period of time was really unfortunate, there were not enough prey, and one person died, and now he has signs of illness.

The two ran back to the fire, and the night watchman also asked why it took so long. The two dealt with it casually, drank a little hot water, and then lay down by the fire and fell asleep, constantly thinking of Hel, the god of fitness, in their hearts. Luo prayed, hoping to get up early tomorrow morning and the pain would be healed.

Wang Yuan floated beside the two of them, looking at the gradually weakened white air outside them, without saying a word.