The evil thing floated quietly behind Zhang Jiao, and four arms as pale as dead corpses stretched out from behind him like lovers, holding him in his arms.

The long, faceless head was clinging to the back of his head.

Zhang Jiao only felt stunned, and the whole person was immediately shrouded in the terrifying shadow behind him, and one person and one ghost immediately overlapped together.

Between the gray and white mist, it is no longer possible to distinguish each other.

The old house, which was already a little gloomy, seemed to be getting older and colder, the light in the room was getting darker and darker, and everything in front of me seemed to become strange.

The sound of water dripping and rats running around was not heard in the dead room, and the occasional creaking sound of wooden furniture was particularly permeating.

Outside the old-fashioned doors and windows, countless tall and short figures flickered outside, and heavy footsteps sounded one after another, gradually approaching the house.

Zhang Jiao stood in place, the Fang Tian edict in the center of his eyebrows flickered rapidly, and the golden and red intertwined light was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

It's just that as time continued to pass, the scorching and dazzling light on Fang Tian's edict gradually dimmed, and a trace of cold aura kept entanglement and eroded into it.

The edge of Fang Tian's edict, which was originally gilded, had gradually appeared some bronze-colored rust, adding a bit of ominous aura.

Zhang Jiao, who was standing in the middle of the room, also became more and more hideous with the abnormalities that continued to occur on his body, as if he had fallen into a nightmare of extreme fear, and his body trembled more and more, until finally he was almost convulsed like a swing.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the time goes by.

When the sun of the next day completely shone through the old house in the residential area, Zhang Jiao, who seemed to be in a nightmare, quietly opened his eyes.

He didn't even look at the room that had completely changed, and he was still recalling the information left by Fang Tian's edict in his mind, muttering subconsciously in his mouth.

"So it was, so it was. ”

His faint voice echoed throughout the room, and there seemed to be hundreds of people in the room repeating his words.

"That's how it is, that's how it ......"

Zhang Jiao didn't care about this at all, he swayed like a ghost and floated to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the sink mirror that was supposed to be attached to the door has disappeared, but the one behind it is stacked above the toilet in the sink, and a familiar mirror is crookedly pasted on the roof, and there is no trace of construction, as if the mirror was originally there.

Zhang Jiao raised his head, looked at himself who was blurred in the mirror as if he had overlapping shadows, gently brushed his eyebrows, and said in a low voice as if Fang Tian's edict had been corroded by rust in his heart.

"Raise ghosts to become evil, and cast gods with faith. ”

"Am I cultivating evil?"

The blurred self in the mirror immediately nodded, and countless voices that could not distinguish between men, women, and children echoed in his ears.

"Yes, you succeeded. ”

"You've cultivated it. ”

Zhang Jiao listened to the voice that seemed to be constantly echoing in his ears, and suddenly grinned and said to himself in the mirror.

"Thank you for the reply, it seems that I have really cultivated. ”

He said to himself, and the self in the mirror immediately touched his chest with his right hand and then bowed slightly, and then disappeared.

The entire mirror reflects the empty bathroom, and there is not the slightest human figure in sight.

Zhang Jiao's figure appeared in the hall, and his self in the bathroom waved his hand lightly at him, and then closed the bathroom door casually.

Syllable.

He sat down, and his body sat on the sofa built up like a stack of arhats, and in the purple sand cup that had been used for some years, hot water vapor rose from the cold tea.

Zhang Jiao held the cup and drank the tea in one gulp, sat on the sofa that was piled up, swaying like a swing, and kept recalling the detailed information from Fang Tian's edict.

"Raise ghosts to become evil, and cast gods with faith. ”

"Is this the evil cultivated by the ghosts? I really saved a lot of effort by relying on the Jizo Soul Bead. ”

He looked around at the strange room, and then looked down at himself who was constantly shaking the sofa under the sofa, and thought silently.

This feeling is really weird, and it is very different from his previous stage of "raising ghosts into the body and living in symbiosis with ghosts".

Previously, it was the evil spirit in the body that was fighting with itself for control of the body, bringing physical and mental torment. And now, when the ghost turns into an evil thing, it is more of a distortion and distortion of self-perception.

Just like now, he clearly knows that his state is very wrong, and he can even use his shallow psychological knowledge to judge what is abnormal in him, but he just can't correct it, and the whole person is even accustomed to it, thinking that this is the most normal.

Syllable!

Zhang Jiao slapped himself, and he yelled at himself.

"You're insane, you, who is a normal person who sits so high and swings on the folded sofa?"

He admonished himself inwardly as he waved his hand at himself under the couch.

The self pushing the sofa below immediately shook like a convulsion, and he didn't seem to be fast enough, so he grabbed his hair and pulled it to the right, and another self was pulled out, and then joined the shaking crowd together.

Zhang Jiao sat on the sofa, listening to the constant whistling sound in his ears, muttered a little slowly, and then fell into deep thought.

"What's next? By the way, it's faith casting God. ”

"What does this mean, what does it translate into the vernacular?"

As he thought so, the information in his mind immediately translated into something he could understand.

"Take your own beliefs as the fire, take the incense of all living beings as the model, and use the evil things and ghosts as the material to cast a god in the world. ”

"Once the casting is successful, not only do you not need to worry about the backlash of evil things, but you can also completely grasp the authority to forge the gods, which can be said to be a real step to the sky. ”

"From evil and weird to magnificent. ”

"Because he has already transformed from an evil thing into a god, otherwise, when Fang Tian's edict is completely corrupted by evil things, he will also be completely assimilated into evil things. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at the content of Fang Tian's edict, and was more distressed than happy.

Not to mention how to obtain this incense belief, just talking about this self-belief and maintaining self-awareness in the erosion of evil things, he felt that he could not pass this level.

Just like now, he knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't get out of this weird thought.

Just when Zhang Jiaozheng was distressed, the two selves below had already raised their heads and gave themselves thumbs up.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it. ”

"Come on, there's nothing you can't do. ”

"There is no obstacle in life that cannot be overcome, no problem. ”

In the room, one self after another appeared in front of him, speaking encouraging words.

With the sound of cheering, Zhang Jiao slowly slipped down from the sofa in the air, and he walked into the crowd, repeating to the identical self around him.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it, come on. ”

In the small room, dozens of Zhang Jiao gathered together like a pyramid scheme scene, saying words of encouragement to each other, and the scene was very enthusiastic.

At this moment, the old wooden door of his house was opened.

The fat man who had a relationship with each other before walked in with a big grin and said loudly, "Dude, didn't you see the message I gave you?"

As he spoke, dozens of eyes with the same face and the same dead silence stared at him in the open door.

The fat man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and raised his feet high in the air, usually outside the door, usually in the house.

"Why don't I come back tomorrow, and you guys have something to do first?"

So saying, he turned around cleanly, and was about to leave.

The sunlight shone into the room from outside the door, and Zhang Jiao, who was standing in the crowd, suddenly became excited, and the self around him disappeared one after another, and the messy and weird room instantly returned to its original appearance, where was there anything folded into an Arhat-like sofa.

There are only two sofas in his living room, how can they be so high?

Zhang Jiao shook his head, only thinking that everything that happened just now was a dream, but when he inadvertently turned his head, he saw himself reflected on the TV screen.

In the center of his eyebrows, the edge of Fang Tian's edict was already a bronze green rust color.

A four-armed faceless evil creature was looming and clinging to itself, like a spirit behind it, and the eight large characters left by the Heavenly Edict in his mind were clearly visible.

It turns out that it's true.

He let out a long sigh of relief and shouted to the fat man who was about to walk to the entrance of the courtyard, "Come in." ”