"Forget it, the book you brought is useful anyway."

Without explaining the breakthrough in depth, Jiang Sheng changed the topic blandly.

"After all, the emergency food I brought has already been eaten. If you still can't get food in this world. Then everyone present will have to go hungry. ”

"Really?"

Zhao Haiqing turned his head sideways.

Looking at the ordinary people who were sitting around and shivering.

And at last he spoke.

"Then I also have some compressed biscuits in my box, so let's give them first."

"Yes."

did not make more comity with Zhao Haiqing.

Jiang Sheng nodded, then took out the biscuits from the other party's box and prepared the dinner of the day.

After dark.

Smoke curls in the courtyard of the Buddhist hall.

The water vapor is steaming.

Although the biscuit mushy still doesn't look good.

But people who have been hungry for a day will undoubtedly not be able to find fault with anything anymore.

Each held the broken dishes and chopsticks that had been distributed, and swallowed them in large gulps.

It is worth mentioning that before the meal.

The man who had begged Xing Tao to study also came to the black cat and made his request.

Pity.

Jiang Sheng had no intention of hiding all this.

"Each of you is so gifted that you can't become a spiritual practitioner."

Looking at the man half-kneeling in front of him, the black cat said bluntly.

"Even if I wanted to give you power, I could only refine you into a zombie. So, do you want to be reduced to a zombie? Reduced to the kind of puppet where even life and death can only be decided by others. Of course, it does give you strength. These include a body as hard as iron, an immortal body, and the right to spiritual power. But can you accept that price? ”

Corpse......

The man's hands clenched together as he swallowed deeply.

Eventually, however.

He still couldn't make up his mind.

So much so that he bowed his head and retreated alone into the ranks of the marchers.

However, above the Buddha Hall, there are still so many people who are moved.

A body as hard as iron.

And the immortal flesh?

and the right to possess psionic powers.

The price is to become a zombie-like puppet.

So, can I still retain my consciousness?

If you can.

If only with freedom.

to exchange power.

This doesn't seem to be unacceptable.

It must be admitted.

The people who witnessed Weili.

It will inevitably be desired.

Because lust has been the source of man's misfortune since ancient times.

……

Jiang Sheng doesn't like psychic people.

Even nowadays, it no longer advocates allowing ordinary people to pursue spiritual abilities.

Guy so far.

Everything the cat demon has experienced is proving one thing to it.

Namely.

No one who is close to the supernatural will end well.

Spiritual power and calamity are two elements that grow and restrain each other.

They all stem from the obsession with life.

Therefore, people with spiritual power are also more likely to attract calamity.

And the calamities have accumulated much more.

Nature will become misfortune.

Thus leading people to a tragic end.

Therefore, in the end, it is still the most carefree to be an ordinary person.

At least take a little less risk.

……

The late night breeze carries a hint of coolness.

After eating.

The tired marchers lay down in the center of the Buddha hall in twos and threes.

Some people just fall asleep, they are optimists who live in the moment.

There are people who can't sleep at all, they are calculating realists.

And some people are constantly and secretly looking at Jiang Sheng and Zhao Haiqing.

They were rhapsodic romantics.

and extremists caught up in paranoia.

For optimists.

Everyone is going to die.

Die at the hands of the underworld or youkai.

and died in the world and even in the hospital bed.

Actually, there is not much difference.

So.

Instead of being scared, it is better to live well.

At least I have experienced it, and it is not in vain.

For the realists, however.

The experience of these two days is enough to make people feel panicked.

Because of losing control of life.

And lost the right to choose.

Without strength and chips, they can only pin all their hopes on a cat demon.

It would be difficult for any rational person to accept a similar situation.

But everyone had to accept it.

In the absence of detailed planning and intelligence, the result of the single decision was death.

For the romantics, though.

The bleakness of reality obviously can't curb their fantasies.

Perhaps, I am the genius who was miscalculated.

For example, some boys still think like this.

Perhaps, I just need a good moment.

Then you can learn spells and show your strength.

At the same time, surrender the divine beast and return to the human world.

I heard that the eight-armed boy is a cat demon.

If you can sign a contract with it.

Hehe, that must be very handsome.

Strange fantasies don't stop there.

There are also some girls who are thinking about more bizarre plots.

For example, people and ghosts love life and death.

There is also a beautiful and miserable sweet pet cat.

And the domineering demon king fell in love with me.

And so on and so forth.

The eight-armed boy is so beautiful.

If he really fell in love with me, then what should I do?

Should you accept it, or should you take it......

No, no, no, it's impossible between humans and demons.

But, if only to try.

Like, maybe there's nothing wrong with that......

And finally, for the extremists.

They only care if Jiang Sheng is pure.

If the black cat meets their expectations.

So even if it is, what if you need to exchange freedom for power.

After all, extremists tend to focus only on their own opinions.

……

Minutes and seconds passed.

The moonlight is gradually obscured by the clouds.

Jiang Sheng sat on the roof of the Buddhist hall and looked at the night view of the deserted city.

It saw the figure of a giant, advancing in the distance.

Zhao Haiqing sorted out the firearms at hand.

I guess I'm not going to rest tonight.

Xing Tao always stayed by the cat demon's side.

After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Jiang Sheng, what do you say is the essence of family, friendship, and love?"

Lately, she's been thinking about this question.

Because she has lost most of the connections between people.

Listening to Xing Moss's question.

Jiang Sheng knew that he still had too little care for the girl.

He gave up everything he had before.

How can she not be confused now.

"Probably, it's companionship."

The voice of the black cat seemed a little lacking in confidence.

"Really?"

But Xing Tao accepted it very calmly.

"So, Jiang Sheng."

"Huh?"

"Do you think the company between us will end?"

"For now, it shouldn't be for a long time to come."

"Hehe, that's a reassuring answer."

Xing Tao has never experienced long-term companionship.

"Heroes."

"Huh?"

"Become a big cat and let me lean on it for a while."

"You guy, don't get an inch."

Jiang Sheng complained dissatisfiedly, and then became the size of a tiger.

Xing Tao lay down lazily.

It seems that the night is still very long.