Hazy, empty, vast, lonely.

The crowd seemed to be fading away.

The figures who came and went dissipated like smoke.

The quaint Buddhist hall is constantly widening and widening.

In the end, only Jiang Sheng was left.

This is how the black cat feels when it puts most of its inspiration into that layer of "fog".

Until a closed "door" knocked its mind back.

The cat demon suddenly woke up.

Nearby tourists returned, and the sound of chanting Buddha also appeared again.

"Jiang Sheng, what's wrong with you?"

Xing Tao asked worriedly as he stood on the young man's side.

Just now, Jiang Sheng stood still for no reason, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

It made her think that the black cat had fallen into some kind of evil spell.

"Ah, it's fine."

The cat demon who came back to his senses waved his hand slowly.

But it was still amazed in its heart.

yes, what exactly is the "fog" of Fang Cai?

Is it a certain formation, or a certain spell?

Why can I get lost in it?

And I'm now.

Why can't I feel anything?

One by one, insoluble questions lingered in Jiang Sheng's mind.

The black cat's brows were slightly deepened.

Finally, Jiang Sheng opened his mouth to ask Xing Tao.

"Did you just feel anything?"

"Feelings?"

Xing Tao blinked blankly.

"No, I don't feel anything special."

Really.

The cat demon who has a guess in his heart.

Directly moved his gaze to the old monk sitting in front of the hall.

If it weren't for the problem of this place itself, then everything that just happened was the other party's ghost.

Is it a reminder, or is it pure malice.

Jiang Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the old monk's obscure demeanor.

He's probably already noticed my anomaly.

"Whew."

With the mental activity of the cat demon, a fishy wind blew through the lobby.

The coolness of early spring provoked the pilgrims to bow their heads and tighten their clothes.

And what about the old monk.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

In his perception, a thick water of blood had already submerged the steps.

The twisted demon crawled out from the back of the young man, and even crawled on the ground.

Among them, there was a woman with cracked skin, a boy covered in carrion, a doll with a head, a ghost with eight arms hanging upside down, a faceless man as fat as a pig, and a corpse full of maggots.

Countless resentments surged, crying and screaming.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are nothing more than this.

Is it coming?

The old monk held a Dharma seal in his hand.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures quietly stopped.

A little monk turned his head suspiciously and looked at his abbot.

When he saw the old man's face, there was an unprecedented solemn expression.

It was at this time that Jiang Sheng suddenly turned around and left the main hall.

Because of the moment, it coincided with the moment when it was preparing to test each other with the old monk.

The cat demon actually felt the breath of the "fog" again in the other direction.

So, it immediately changed its mind and rushed over.

In the face of such a strange "fog".

Jiang physiology naturally wanted to figure out what it was.

"Whew! Call! Whew......"

Looking at the back of the cat demon leaving, the old monk sat slumped in place and gasped for breath.

Under the puzzled gazes of the believers, a middle-aged monk approached his side and asked in a whisper.

"Senior Brother Abbot, what's wrong with you?"

But the old monk didn't have time to talk at all, just waved his hand vigorously.

"Quick, go, get my phone, Chongming City is going to be in a big disaster!"

……

"Well, then again."

In the temporary residence of the three thousand grievances, Xu Ming, who was sitting at the dining table, said with vague concern while pulling the rice.

"You've been staying at home every day lately, is that really okay? After all, if you want to open the way to another world, you have to do some preparation in advance, right? ”

"Oh?"

Three thousand grudged and took a sip of tomato soup.

"Why do you think I'm unprepared?"

"Do you have one?"

Xu Ming swallowed his food in a daze.

These days, he eats and lives with 3,000 grievances from morning to night.

I haven't seen the other party do anything serious at all.

"Of course."

It's a pity that the three thousand grievances have always kept smiling.

"In order to prevent the function of the spell from being invalidated or even weakened when the spell is used across borders. I've asked the old man to help me send all the idle spells from all over the place. ”

So said.

Three thousand resentments bowed their heads and ate their meals again.

"At that time, I will set up several new sets of formations in this room to connect the mediums, so that I can call on the wraith at any time in another world without carrying a spell."

In order to avoid the loss of spells after the death of the clone, the three thousand resentments have always not carried the spells with them, but use spells to control them remotely.

Bringing together multiple spells this time is already a bold adventure.

"So ......"

Xu Ming, who heard this, seemed to be vaguely aware of something.

"That's right."

Three Thousand Grievances nodded indifferently in confirmation.

"I need you here, help me guard the spells placed in the formation."

"Hah!"

Xu Ming, who learned of the task, smiled and clapped his hands.

"Aren't you afraid of my sudden betrayal, you know, in that case, I can take all your spells at once."

What's more, the clones of the three thousand grievances were also constructed by him.

"You won't."

Three thousand grievances affirmatively stated.

"Because I can help you achieve your dreams, and I am in control of your soul."

Si Shi was silent for a while.

Until Xu Ming rolled his eyes in boredom.

"Tsk, can't you just cooperate with me and show a little worry?"

"I think you know what I usually do when I'm suspicious of someone."

Three thousand resentments calmly lowered their eyes.

"Or do you just want to be tortured and killed by me, and then refine into a resentful spirit?"

"There's nothing wrong with being a wraith."

Xu Ming lazily picked up the slices of meat with chopsticks.

"You can live forever and have power."

"So, I really don't understand."

Casually sandwiching a piece of fried meat into the air, the doctor shook his head and said.

"Why don't you want to think about how you can turn all of humanity into resentful spirits? This goal is significantly easier to achieve than to make them all hostile managers. ”

"Hmph, you know what."

Three Thousand Resentment shook his head indifferently.

"Resentful spirits cannot reproduce, they have no consciousness, and the only thing that can be contained in their hearts is the rough emotion of hatred. They are worthy only as instruments of life. And what I want to achieve is always the evolution of civilization. It is to allow the entire human race to awaken resentful spirits with spiritual by-products. It is to allow every ordinary person to exchange infinite emotions for unlimited power. ”

"At that time, we will be the most emotionally rich species known. Can you imagine the miracles we are going to create. ”

(End of chapter)