Twilight Speaker

Chapter 11: Crazy plunder and eating!
The most mysterious first ring of the Great City.

This is the center of the entire city.

"You said you banished 009 to the void?!" The beautiful woman said angrily, "Grandpa, that's the forbidden object 009!"

The decrepit old man sat in a wheelchair, his eyes covered with a black cloth, and laughed cheerfully:
"Forbidden Item 009, Mirror of the Mourner. Are you worried? 009 is on the verge of losing control, and we can't afford to use it."

The woman covered her chest and said distressedly:

"Grandfather! It's not that there is no room for maneuver. You just banished him to the void. What a waste!"

The old man shook his head:

"The stronger it is, the more dangerous it is. Not only will 009 easily attract the attention of the three outer gods, but the mirror spirit itself has gone completely crazy and will no longer obey anyone's orders."

The stunningly beautiful woman was silent for a long time before she sighed.

Yes, that completely crazy mirror spirit almost destroyed the entire great city!

Even myself.
She looked down at her already translucent hands and shook her head slightly.

The old man in the wheelchair changed the subject:
"How's the Twilight Relic?"

The woman said calmly:
"I'm still fishing, waiting for the fish of the Old Council to take the bait. But I'm worried that if I fail to catch the Old Council, some evil god churches will pounce on us, and we may even attract the Outer God Church."

After a pause, she continued:

"After all, it is His relic."

The old man seemed to be thinking about something, rubbing the black cloth on his eyes, and then said:

"Yes, the Dusk Relic is too important. It's dangerous to use it for fishing. I'll go and check it out myself. Where is the box now?"

"It seems to be in the hands of a civilian. Are you going there in person?"

"Ah."

The old man took off his blindfold and said calmly:
"I haven't been out for a walk for a long time. After I handed over the Great City to you, you have done a good job over the years. I am relieved and you don't have to continue guarding it."

As he spoke, the strip of cloth fell, revealing a pair of pupils in gold and silver colors.

The woman said with some concern:
"But great grandfather, your identity is too sensitive. The last Secretary-General of the United Nations, the first Lord of the Great City, and the only Saint of the Death Titan."

"Why not just change your appearance?"

The old man smiled, took out a pocket watch and gently turned it.

As the pocket watch ticked, the wrinkles on his face that looked like they were carved by a knife and an axe were slowly smoothed out, his white hair turned black, and his dry and hunched body straightened up again.
He is getting younger.

As the woman stared in astonishment, the old man gradually turned into a middle-aged man, then a young man, and then a teenager.
A child of about seven or eight years old with gold and silver eyes sat in a wheelchair, slowly closed his pocket watch, and smiled:
"Forbidden Item 026, the time pocket watch, which I accidentally obtained in my early years. It has recognized me as its master and my name is engraved on it."

As he spoke, he turned over the pocket watch and saw three small words surrounded by silver tree branch patterns on the back.

'Salem'.

Sarah put away her pocket watch and spoke calmly:
"The Dusk Relic is still in the Eighth Ring, right? I'll go take a look by myself, you don't have to come with me."

The woman wanted to say something, but suddenly she heard a rumbling sound mixed with the sound of breaking.

She quickly pushed the child with heterochromia to the window, dumbfounded.

a ship.

An enormous spiritual ship crashed out from the crack in the void, soared into the sky, and then crashed heavily into the distant city.

"Jiujiuzhouhao?" The woman was at a loss.

"It comes from the warp." Lushal's brows were tightly knitted. With a quick glance, he saw seven familiar, tall figures from the crack.

"The Kyushu fell into the subspace?" The woman was dumbfounded and her hair stood on end.

………………

47th Ring Road, Building 208, Room .

One by one, broken ghosts crawled out from the void, their cold breath penetrating into the bone marrow.
The cold air exploded from Chen Xiang's coccyx and spread throughout his body bit by bit.

"This is really weird."

He whispered to himself, a thin layer of black flame appeared on his palm, and he silently counted the number of ghosts.

One head, two heads, three heads.
The already narrow secret room was filled to the brim with ghosts, and the number of ghosts continued to increase with the shining light of the mirror! !

The ghosts kept increasing in number, you stacked on me and I stacked on you, blending with each other, and all staring at Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang felt that his blood was about to stop flowing, his hands and feet were cold, and silent fear enveloped him!

What should I do?
What should I do? ?

He waved his hands violently, trying hard to recall the burning sensation, and felt as if there was a fire burning in his chest!
Chen Xiang opened his mouth and let out a primitive and simple roar.

"scold!!"

A ball of pitch-black flame gushed out of his mouth, and the ghosts that were piled up densely and layer upon layer in the secret room,

Like catkins touching sparks, it burst into flames! !

The flames spread rapidly.

Twenty or thirty ghosts wailed. The pitch-black flames and the strange blue light after the ghosts dissipated overlapped and filled Chen Xiang's sight.
When the first ghost was burned into nothingness by the black flame.

Chen Xiang could clearly feel that he seemed to be more energetic?
When dozens of ghosts were burned into nothingness, he felt clearer than ever before.

Time passed quickly, the mirror was still glowing, and the ghosts were still increasing.

When hundreds of ghosts were burned, Chen Xiang felt that he was about to die.

I'm almost stuffed to death.

This is not a physical feeling of fullness. His stomach is still empty. This feeling of fullness comes from the spirit and the soul.
While the black flames burned the ghosts, they also plundered them. Ghosts have no body, no substance, and what is plundered is not their spirit.
To be precise, it is only the "spirit" in the spirit. Even if a ghost dissipates, the remaining "spirit" is very small, but it can't help but accumulate.
This is a great tonic, but if you take too much, it will become poisonous.

"I can still hold on!"

Chen Xiang's eyes were red, he knew he couldn't stop now, otherwise the endless stream of ghosts would probably eat him up completely!

The 300th ghost was burned, and he found that he could "see" his own blood vessels, internal organs, and tendons. At the same time, he began to feel dizzy and his head felt heavy.

The 500th ghost was burned to death, and he found that he could "see" the things behind him. The entire secret room appeared in his mind with great clarity without any blind spots.

But at the same time, the head began to ache violently, as if the weak body could not bear the huge spirit and was about to collapse.
"Stop, stop, stop!"

Chen Xiang called out almost unconsciously. He knew that "stopping" was a luxury, but his body's instinct for survival made him scream involuntarily.

However, this is just futile.

He was really about to die of fullness.

However, the next moment.

"As you wish."

The pure white and flawless mirror trembled slightly, and a respectful and even flattering voice came from it.

Then, the ghosts disappeared without a trace.

Chen Xiang suddenly collapsed to the ground, all the pores on his body opened up and sweat poured out like a waterfall.

He lay there for an unknown amount of time before he stood up with great difficulty. With just a slight movement, his skin cracked and blood gushed out! !

"What's wrong with me?"

Chen Xiang muttered to himself.

"Your body is too weak to support your current spiritual body. Your body is on the verge of collapse."

The mirror replied meekly:

"In short, you're dying."

After thinking about it, it added:

"It's just that the body is dying."

Chen Xiang coughed up blood and forced himself to sit up straight. His eyes were a little vague and unfocused.

"Am I dying?"

When death was approaching, he felt no fear or panic, only some regrets.

I haven't seen enough of the world.

Extraordinary scenery, but I haven’t seen it clearly yet.

Pity.

The mirror seemed to be smiling, and said gently:

"It's okay. Only your body died. You can continue to exist in the form of a spirit. I think that without a body, there are fewer constraints."

"Fuck you."

Chen Xiang cursed weakly. Faced with death, he was no longer afraid of this strange mirror.

I'm going to die anyway.

If you can, bring me back to life.

"Why are you scolding me?" The mirror was puzzled: "It's good for the spirit to be free without any restraints. Don't you want to die?"

Chen Xiang's mouth twitched, but he didn't continue to curse, and just sighed softly:
"Nonsense, I haven't lived long enough. Without a body, wouldn't I just be a wandering ghost?"

"Oh."

The mirror seemed to be thinking about something, then asked doubtfully:

"Since you don't want to die, then why don't you just not die?"

"Fuck you!" Chen Xiang was so angry that he swore again, and more blood came out of his mouth.

"Oh!" The mirror suddenly realized, "You don't know? Your body is too weak, so it will collapse. Can't you make your body stronger?"

Chen Xiang was stunned.

Yes, the body is too fragile to carry the spirit.

Then wouldn't it be enough to just make your body stronger?

The mirror continued:
"I saw that there are visualization diagrams and human cultivation methods there. Based on my estimation, you have enough time left to get started."

Chen Xiang didn't say anything. He tried his best to conserve his strength, picked up the large book with "Colossus Law" written on it with difficulty, and spread out the scroll with difficulty.

"You have a marvelous grasp on fire."

The mirror is still chattering:

"I sense that there are many living beings nearby. If I want to strengthen my body, it might be faster to plunder their lives with fire."

Chen Xiang ignored him and focused all his attention on the Colossus Technique and the visualization diagram of the Dusk Titan.

"The giant statue is powerful, it was created from the dust, and its whole body is built, its power is unparalleled"

He gradually immersed himself in it.

(End of this chapter)