God of Rebirth Investment

To Chang Dong's surprise, the expected modern laboratory did not appear, but what caught his eyes was a semi-curved corridor, which looked very much like an air-raid shelter.

Looking at the color of the building, it also looks very old. The newly installed electric lights emit a dim light, which is daunting.

Kipling took the lead in controlling the electric wheelchair, left the elevator, and slowly slid into the depths of the air-raid shelter.

Chang Dong followed behind, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the narrow space, almost in sync with his heartbeat.

"What is your purpose?"

"Ever heard of the Haba Annotated Scroll of the Dead Sea Scrolls?"

"No."

"Oh, normal. To put it simply, this is a handbook left by an ancient alchemist. It contains many magical witchcrafts. Unfortunately, no one can use these witchcrafts. It gradually became a fairy tale."

"It was only by accident that I realized that these witchcrafts are real, but they need a spirit as a medium!"

"My purpose is to transform into a spirit and have eternal life."

Kipling's voice echoed in the narrow corridor, and the overlapping of echoes made it extremely strange and chilling.

"How much do you know about spirits?"

Chang Dong didn't ask how to transform, but asked about this topic instead.

"This is an existence that transcends mortals. It is omnipresent, omniscient, has eternal lifespan, and pursues greater power and knowledge..." Kipling's voice trembled, and his tone was fanatical.

When Kipling said this, the yellow-skinned fox's voice suddenly sounded in Chang Dong's mind: "He has been polluted, be careful."

Pollution?

Chang Dong was stunned.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the words of Master Ding Lu Zhou Tiancheng - all knowledge will be eroded!

Amid Kipling's excitement, a mass of light appeared in front of the corridor, and after walking a few more steps, he finally came to an open place.

However, Chang Dong, who had just stepped here, had muscles on his face twitching.

This is an empty room with more than a hundred square meters. A miniature stone pyramid is placed in the middle of the room, and various metals are stacked around the pyramid.

The point is not the metal, but various pieces of meat strewn across the metal, which seem to be human?

Around the room, a group of people covered in black clothes were kneeling and sitting, holding hands, singing something in a low voice, tirelessly.

"The spirit that signed the contract with me should be communicating with your spirit. They will assist me in completing the conversion ceremony. After that, if you are willing, I will help you convert into a spirit."

When he said this, Kipling could not wait to control the wheelchair and slide towards the pyramid in the middle of the room.

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Evil, creepy, terrifying, eerie... These are Chang Dong's greatest feelings when he sees this altar.

When he saw Kipling slid towards the center of the altar without hesitation, and the rubber tires of the wheelchair rolled over the viscous semi-solidified liquid and all kinds of stumps and flesh, a coldness burst into his mind uncontrollably.

He asked the yellow foxes, can they interfere with reality?

The answer is yes, but very limited.

Now it seems that even the so-called "limited" will be beyond his imagination!

Reminiscent of the current situation where the yellow-skinned fox can communicate with him.

Chang Dong can definitely believe that there are certainly not many people in this world who can communicate with spirits, if not many.

After all, the human base is there.

Under a series of psychological deceptions, it is entirely possible to drive humans to help them do things.

It's like he asked the yellow-skinned fox: "Why are you looking for me?"

The yellow fox said: "Survive."

Thinking about it from another angle, what if the yellow-skinned fox never cheated him?

Chang Dong subconsciously took a step back, wanting to leave here.

Everything here is beyond his imagination.

"Haba is making food. He promised me that he would give me some in exchange for my helplessness! I can share this part of the food with you to make your spirit body stronger, so that we can communicate for a longer time, you Willing to believe me?"

The yellow-skinned fox's voice echoed in Chang Dong's mind.

Chang Dong trembled uncontrollably.

After he lost that meditative state, the weakness of human nature was finally exposed, and he would be fearful, apprehensive, panicked, and at a loss.

"Food? That Haba wants to eat Kipling?"

Chang Dong subconsciously let out a low cry.

Although his voice was very low at this time, it could still reach Kipling's ears.

But Kipling seemed to have entered a special state. He was lying in a wheelchair, with his arms outstretched in a hug, his eyes closed, and he fell into a state of frenzy.

"That's understandable!"

Chang Dong's expression twisted, and he was about to turn around and run away subconsciously, but his great perseverance made him stop the impulse.

"You gave me food in order to fatten me up and eat me up?"

"No, you are special. Few humans can communicate clearly with us. I need a contractor, or an intermediary, to do things for me."

Chang Dong's thoughts were running wildly: "Why did it eat Kipling? Wouldn't it be better to keep it for work?"

"He is old, just like an aging cattle, eating is the choice to maximize the benefits."

"Then am I also a farming ox in your eyes?"

"It can be understood in this way, but spirits are special. If you don't want to be eaten, there is nothing I can do."

"You're lying, Kipling..." Chang Dong retorted subconsciously, but before he could say anything, he suddenly thought of something.

He realized that Kipling was not willing to be eaten, but that he didn't know that the so-called transformation ceremony was actually the process of being eaten.

Chang Dong's expression became uncertain.

"It can be seen that food is very important to you. If so, why give it to me, wouldn't it be better for you to eat it yourself?"