Dimensional Eroders

Leaving the monastery, Shiraito led the guide to a bustling downtown area. He visited the entrance of "Kabukicho Elm Street" in District 13, but did not enter.

In addition to feeling extremely dangerous, the asking price of this ghost place is also high, which is not affordable for ordinary people. Although the real dream is the ultimate in the world, the entrance fee is almost equal to an evil spirit token in his hand.

Afterwards, he and his guide went through several low-intensity danger zones. After watching a death arena + a round of death racing, I learned about the functions of many "evil spirits" in different fields. After gaining insight, I also lost the remaining 3 gold coins. Secretly vowed not to bet anymore.

Finally, at the invitation of Nick, I came to a high-rise building with simple and elegant decoration and had an afternoon tea. And condescendingly appreciate a street melee.

There are many similar service places in Eden. When they are in a dangerous state or extremely dangerous, they can still remain neutral and provide a safe environment for normal guests to appreciate the outside fighting and performances, and to sit on the ground and raise prices for those who join the hunting. We provide'temporary asylum services'.

From Bailang's point of view, the Garden of Eden is an Colosseum. Such places are like seats in the audience area, usually open to the rich and powerful who come to travel. But those players who have participated in the competition, after they have made enough wealth, come here to rest, squander all of their wealth and re-invest in **** battles, and make money-enjoy-make money-enjoy the endless cycle.

…

Before 4 o'clock in the afternoon, I stepped on 4 districts in a row, with a B-number white wave in my heart, and returned to the safe base in district 11.

The 11th district will enter the most dangerous red state in the last 8 hours of the day. The wandering spirits will wander by at any time, and the lower-level evil spirits may also come. It is not suitable to drag lucky passers-by randomly selected from the scene into a dangerous game. Continue to hang out.

I haven't seen him for half a day, Xiao Fufu is still well-behaved, not crying or eating snacks, holding a tablet for an afternoon of soap opera, showing an extremely satisfying smile on his face. Although she lost her ‘spiritual blessing’ and became a little fool again, she magically retained her hobby of watching soap operas.

When the immature little face looked at the white waves, he could always find a trace of uncoordinated maternal love from worship, admiration, intimacy and joy, which made him very painful.

I treat you like a damsel, but you want to be my mother! Should we take a step back?

Fortunately, the silly Fufu didn't realize this, but the subconscious maternal love was revealed, and there was still room for redemption.

After having dinner in a hurry, Bai Lang contacted Fugui Wan and arranged for someone to take him to the fifth underground floor and pretend to participate in the'spiritual ceremony'.

Counting from 10 o'clock after he left in the morning, hundreds of toolmen have gathered here. These people are civilians in District 11 and have no direct objects of worship. After a simple and meaningless ceremony, the ‘identity card’ is bound to the ‘offerings’, and the link of faith authentication is hurriedly completed.

Next, there is a 24-hour ‘spiritual’ ritual, the content of which is not boring.

Bailang stood in the corner and watched coldly at the moment. Under the arrangement of Fuguiwan, these tool people were unified and confused, and their mental state was chaotic and crazy. A large number of drinks and food were provided at the scene, the music was harsh, the lasers flickered, and a group of demons danced wildly.

From the more formal ‘worship ceremony’ at noon, it has transformed into the current frenetic party session. And the offering pocky placed on the shrine, in this limited space, is constantly absorbing the spiritual energy escaping from the believers, and what is slowly nurturing?

Bai Lang leaned against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, shielding Bapo’s tireless warning of danger, squinting his eyes to watch the tools and people singing and dancing, and suddenly asked: "The so-called faith and worship do not actually require true religious belief, right? ?"

Nick nodded: "Faith is just a statement, and the essence is nothing more than a business. Believers choose a good home and sell their soul ownership. Of course, pious belief is useful, but for the'spirit', it is not necessary. It’s best to believe in me, and it’s okay if you don’t believe in me. What the spirit values ​​is the contract between the identity card and the offering. With this connection, you can directly extract suffering, negative emotions, desires, madness from the believers... That is their food."

"Have you seen these medicines? In the process of creating spirits, investing a lot of medicines can make these tool people more chaotic and fanatical, and further increase the number of such spiritual nutrients. When believers activate some spiritual-related superpowers, they should be ahead of time. Taking medicine can also increase the effect. Your mental "mask" can also use similar methods to enhance superpowers."

Is it a magical blue bottle? Bailang knew it: "Oh, I probably understand."

After observing for another half an hour, the offerings on the shrine were still in a state of metamorphosis, Bailang had lost interest, and shook his head and left.

Now, he has figured out the necessary steps for ‘spiritual creation’: first, there must be an offering, then find a safe place, gather at least a hundred tool men, and the rest is partying. It can create pain and pleasure on a large-scale SM scene, or it can be a Spring Festival gala, using boredom to torture the spirit and create pain.

Regardless of the means, the aim is to squeeze out all kinds of violent mental fluctuations, feed them all to the offerings, and give birth to ‘spirits’.

The ‘legendary story’ of the offering itself and the ‘concepts and fields’ woven in advance determine its potential. The nutrients provided by these tool people determine the developmental state of the'spirit'.

…

At 11:30 in the evening, the white wave who was in a daze by the bed warming her silly Fu Fu, played the ‘gyro’ in his hand for a while, then put it away again, giving up the original plan of ‘dove occupying the magpie’s nest’.

He originally planned to use the resources and background of ‘Tanaka Wealth’ to urge the spirit of the ‘gyro’. Now that I understand the inside story, I find that a series of sacrificial links of Pocky, including its name, function, and development direction, have been designed in advance by a professional team.

And this kind of "snacks" has nothing to do with the "gyro". Even if the two kinds of "offerings" are dropped through the Fugui pill, the "spirit" created in the end is absolutely rubbish. Even if you pass the first ring test, you can't finish the second round.

So Shiraito decided to let Fugui Maru master the extra "spirit" of pocky as a hole card, and he tried to use other channels to give birth to the "gyro" and complete the paradise mission.

With the sample template, there is no difficulty in manufacturing the ‘gyro’ at the lowest level within ten days. The difficulty lies in how to pass the ‘dangerous period’ afterwards?

And what he is thinking at the moment is how to use this mission opportunity to use power for personal gain and customize a private ‘evil spirit’ for himself?

Bailang also has selfish intentions. His "Fel Totem" fits deeply with the painting style of this world. It is also the only "belief equipment" that the Bapo lineage has not rejected since his debut, and [the lord of the secret treasure] has produced a "treasure". Have a quota.

It's really uncomfortable not to wave him.

The ‘gyro’ is just a mission issued by the paradise, even if you develop an excellent ‘spirit’, it will ultimately have nothing to do with yourself. Totem is different.

Bailang made up his mind. This time he will use 60% of his energy and resources to cultivate totems, and the remaining 30% for the main task. Finally, he will use 10% of his energy to focus on pocky's growth process, to explore the way and thunder, and avoid Risks during development. Abandon it when necessary, and turn it into a ration for the growth of a ‘fel totem’.

perfect!

...

The next day, the party on the minus five floor was not over yet. The poor tool people were forced to inject a lot of stimulants, and they still remained excited, their eyes were bloodshot, and there was not much sanity left, and they entered the stage B of tearing each other.

Guided by the strong evil thoughts emanating from ‘pocky’, they began to fight each other, punching and kicking, scratching and scratching, in a mess. Many people have already lost their favor.

A group of professional medical staff continued to stop serious injuries and dragged out some minor injuries and slightly more severe injuries, and put them back after simple bandaging.

Regardless of the attacks and battles of evil thoughts, or the pain and suffocation after the end, they can continue to squeeze the tools that have been hollowed out. It made them think more and more angry, the more they thought, the more they lost, full of suffocation and continued revenge, unable to calm down and think.

There are less than hours left before the ceremony finally ends. Fortune Wan, who was a little tired, tried every means to keep this group of tool people at their peak.

"After the notification, give them another shot. We must use the most perfect mental outlook to welcome the birth of the spirit. Also, we must distribute these knives to every believer in the last 10 minutes."

Fugui Maru pointed to the hundreds of Western-style chef's knives beside him.

"Understand." The staff nodded in response.

Bailang also came to the scene at this time. He ate his breakfast and watched with a smile as Salf ran to help the doctors and nurses enthusiastically. After bandaging the patient with the shameful professional skills and speed of the other party, he looked at him with ignorance and expectation, while smashing his job madly, and pitifully asking for praise.

"The murderer used a kitchen knife in the campus bullying case that caused a sensation in Osaka, right?" Bailang suddenly asked, looking at hundreds of kitchen knives that flickered with cold light.

Fuguimaru nodded: "Yes, a young girl was unbearable for bullying and humiliation, and eventually broke out in silence, stabbing 12 classmates with a kitchen knife in the locker room, and finally died with the physical education teacher who heard the news."

"Tsk, stout!"

Bai Lang sighed in admiration and looked at Pocky, who had become more and more malicious and had undergone substantial changes. A ‘spirit’ is conceived and is about to be born.

In the last 10 minutes, all the toolmen on the scene were already confused. Their eyes were red, their bodies were wounded, and they were dressed roughly, holding a kitchen knife in their hands, looking fiercely at the people around them, looking for their prey, and could no longer control them. Hold yourself, rush at the unpleasant guy, swing and stab.

Salf's eyes widened, her left hand was bandaged and her right hand was alcoholic, and she looked at the crowd with concern. The late-stage Madonna cancer broke out, and she couldn't wait to rush to bandage the treatment and bring love to the patient.

A white man with a torn shirt and a few wounds on his face suddenly roared and swung a knife to the white waves watching the play. Then more people turned their heads at the same time, looked at him, and followed.

Lang glanced at the direction of the shrine, and had already sensed the bad intentions of this new born spirit. From the last half an hour, he was in a state of horror throughout the process, feeling targeted.

boom!

The white man had a hollow chest, flew upside down into a C shape, and was kicked back into the crowd at a speed more than ten times. Just like a bowling ball in a grand slam, it knocked over a whole group of people, and then kicked two overwhelmingly weak mortals. The ‘evil spirit’ hovering in the room gave up meaningless attacks.

And more people had blood-red eyes and rushed to the three felled guys.

Listening to the screams gradually disappearing, Bai Lang frowned and asked, "Hey, don't you need to stop it?" His medical soul was already hungry and thirsty.

Nick shook his head: "Sacrifice."

When the time came to 10 o'clock, everyone on the scene lay down and lay down, and everyone was stabbed at least once. However, under the premise that she lost her senses, did not understand critical attacks, and was blessed by a large number of medical staff, Salf had no worries about life.

The blood from all over the place flowed towards the altar, climbed up the shrine, and poured into the box of snacks. The strong evil thoughts finally broke out.

After the ceremony lasted for 24 hours, with 5 dead, 16 severely injured, and 279 injured at the scene as a gift, another Eden's "Wandering Spirit" was born.

Bai Lang looked up and saw that it was a high school girl in a jk school uniform with a black long straight haircut, her eyes covered with bangs, her face covered in blood, a nervous smile, a kitchen knife in one hand and a pocky in the other hand.

Malicious blood-red eyes, through the curtain of the bangs, looked at each other with Bailang. Then there was a sharp pain in his head, [Thorns] was passively triggered, and then the eggs were merged, and he fell into a dizzy state, and suffered a not weak mental shock.

When he regained his consciousness, the **** the altar had disappeared, leaving only a box of snack offerings with surging evil forces. The atmosphere on the scene was extremely depressed, and Bailang did not want to stay.

He looked at the attribute board, and the message [Spirit 95% (-5); Soul 99.5% (-0.5)] appeared.

At the first glance, he was hit. This is the result of special strengthening of the ‘mental defense’, this feeling is too bad. The moment he stared at each other, Lang felt extremely contradictory, as if he could blow the opponent with one punch, but the opponent could also stab himself to death~www.readwn.com~ In this state of mutual fear, that JK was ruthless He glared at himself, and then his brain exploded.

Bai Lang rubbed his temples, and asked in pain, "Did you see anything just now?"

"No." Fugui Wan shook his head, completely unclear what happened? Boss, just wow and kneel.

Nick replied: "Spirits are invisible. If you want to see them, you must go to the monastery to perform a'spiritual surgery'. The price is 2 blessings. Without spiritual vision, you will encounter a lot of danger in Eden."

"Did you see it just now?" Bailang asked again.

"I saw her smiling at you."

Bailang: "..."

"Do not move!"

At this time, Sha Fufu had already rushed forward enthusiastically. She abandoned the lovely patients everywhere, put the more lovely white waves in her arms, massaged her temples with a professional massage, and came along with a set of eye exercises.