Shameless Ghost

This researcher, known to Wang Ren, is the person in charge of recording the data of the experimental body, and he is also the deputy of the person who is the chief knife.

"Experimental experimentation experiment, so many experiments every day, the quality of the stigmata still can't satisfy those old men, tsk, if I take over too many of these failed products, I will also accidentally get the Honkai Energy."

The researcher walked to the toilet on the left, locked the toilet door, and started to say trivial things.

"I don't know if I can survive until the day I get paid. I don't have such good adaptability as those successful living bodies. I have to deal with the bodies of failed experiments later. Give this kind of kid as much as he wants."

The researcher is still imagining how to spend when he returns to Europe with a high salary. If nothing else, at least work for the destiny, money is not a problem, and he will not be in arrears.

Then, he found a hand stretched out on his left chest.

The skin color of this hand is close to Asian. After summing up the skin color of the experimental subjects, he has a more professional understanding of the skin color of people.

Moreover, unlike the all-female experimental subjects, this hand is obviously male, not as immature as a child, nor as old as these middle-aged and elderly people.

That's right, it's the young man's hand, or the left hand.

"But we don't have Asian men here, and why did this hand go through my chest..."

The researcher who realized this suddenly felt as if something had invaded inside his chest.

If he guessed correctly, since the whole palm stretched out of his chest, then there was an arm left in his body.

"No! Why was a hand pierced through my chest, and why didn't I feel anything when I was pierced?"

When the researcher thought of this, the hand had only been inserted into his chest for two or three seconds.

Then, the hand bent into a claw shape, and quickly pulled back from the researcher's chest.

"Wait! Don't! Don't kill me! Don't, don't, don't! I can give you whatever you want, whether it's the data from the stigmata experiment or my money..."

The researcher started yelling, he already felt death was imminent, and he wanted to trade everything of value in himself for his own survival.

However, when he focused all his attention on the hand in front of his chest, what he did not notice was that a right hand passed through his forehead.

Then, while the brain was crushed to pieces, the researcher failed to finish all the words he wanted to say.

Because his brain is gone, he doesn't even know what to say.

Or, he has stopped thinking.

And when Wang Ren stretched out his hand to crush the researcher's brain, his left hand also held the researcher's still beating heart.

Just like crushing his brain without any hesitation, Wang Ren crushed this beating heart.

The heart is like still water, and there is even time to feel the touch of the human heart and brain.

"It's similar to the touch of pig brains and pig hearts I've ever touched."

This was Wang Ren's first thought, and then he realized—

He really killed himself, and there are still organs of the same kind left on his hands.

Despite killing people with hatred, Wang Ren rushed to the sink.

He wanted to turn on the faucet, he wanted to wash the blood off his hands.

But he was so excited that he couldn't even maintain the entity now.

Therefore, even the crushed brain and heart, as well as the blood and residues on his hands, all fell down immediately when he became virtual.

However, Wang Ren still wanted to wash his hands, which is different from his own experience of killing chickens and oxen.

Wang Ren wanted to vomit, but what else could he vomit out of his soul?cannot.

So Wang Ren was just retching, he was floating in the air and retching, he didn't want to look back at the corpse whose temperature was gradually dropping.

"Is this what it feels like to execute someone else? Sure enough, for me, it's reluctant..."

"Then, host, you can choose to leave here directly. Anyway, we have brought you new benefits. Now you should understand what kind of mental preparation you need to kill."

The system appeared just after killing himself, and even made himself wonder if it had been watching.

"The staff of the Tower of Babylon, except for the one who died in the toilet, there are still 331 people left. Master, if you go back and kill Xilin alone, you can save tens of thousands of people, isn't it worth it?"

"No... The crimes of these people have already been committed, so I must kill them, but Xilin, she, has done nothing wrong."

"Yah ah ah, you are really stubborn, host."

Wang Ren gasped for a long time in the air, and finally came to his senses. The first thing to do to condense the entity was to turn on the faucet and rinse his hands continuously.

"Why? Host."

"Take it as my neurotic persistence. What benefits do you want to give me?"

"The host is really a real person, Nuo, there are two copies."

Then, Wang Ren found that he had a new eye soul in his hand, and a set of swordsmanship appeared out of thin air in his memory.

"The soul of Miyamoto Musashi, who arrived in the [] realm, and this set of "Spirit Sword Technique", was obtained from the world of Xingyue."

"The style of the latter one doesn't match the style of this one."

ps: It's the exact opposite of the protagonist of the other book. To be honest, in fact, it's quite difficult to say...

Chapter 5: The first meeting between Tianyuan Zhihua and Ghost

"The one standing in front of you is the last time we go to the Greek Lost Belt in a Moon World. When this sword saint cuts off the arrival of Chaos and reaches the realm of [ ], we will She took it away and put it in the soul."

"Hmph, it's good to have seniors on Xingyue's side as a guide. We don't need to waste a lot of energy to find other worlds. The garbage Heroes can't be recovered from Musashi-kin. It's not like we can get everything, the host is coming soon. Compliment me."

"Okay, system, you are awesome and strong."

Still at the scene of the murder, Wang Ren sat cross-legged in the void, thinking more about this "Sword of the Holy Spirit" in his mind. As for Miyamoto Musashi, he subconsciously pressed it, and then, a The woman in the samurai uniform came out like this.

"Sword Saint Dugu Jian and Miyamoto Xueling co-created the "Sword of the Holy Spirit"? No, it's not just that, there is no shortage of swords one to twenty-two, and swords twenty-three..."

The flower of Tianyuan in front of him gradually woke up from the coma, but Wang Ren lacked the motivation to even take a look.

His mind was completely attracted by this set of "Sword of the Holy Spirit".

"Not only the Twenty-Three Swords of Extinguishing Heaven and Earth belonging to Dugu Sword, but also the Twenty-Three Swords of Sentient Heaven and Earth belonging to Huangfu Sword, and the Twenty-Three Swords of Six Exterminations Without Self, belonging to Long'er, which is based on the cultivation of the third generation in Dacheng, where is the system? If I can learn these three tricks, if I can learn it..."

Wang Ren's mind became deeper and deeper, and his soul body became weaker. Miyamoto Musashi, who had not yet figured out what happened, took action.

"Yo, this little brother, don't sink so deeply if you haven't cultivated, although the scenery on the sword road is gorgeous and charming."

It was a plain and indifferent words of exhortation, but when Wang Ren heard it, he was like a sword that slashed the heavens and the earth.

"Ah! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... huh—"

The originally turbulent soul body returned to stability, and Wang Ren's mind returned to his body.

The scenery of Jian Twenty-three is so beautiful that even a person like him who has never practiced swordsmanship, who only yearns for swordsmanship, is addicted to it.

"Many, thank you Miss Miyamoto for helping, otherwise, I'll have to explain this sword technique."

Wang Ren thanked the swordsman in front of him. If it wasn't for her, Wang Ren, who had no foundation in swordsmanship, might have become a prisoner of "Sacred Swordsmanship".

Just like the Xuanyin Twelve Swords, a little bit of unwillingness is the swordsmanship.

"Nothing, nothing, little brother, you can't see any trace of sword practice on your hands and feet, but you are a person who has a good resonance and understanding of swordsmanship. It seems that your talent in swordsmanship is not bad."

Miyamoto Musashi tried to touch Wang Ren's face, um, although he couldn't tell what he looked like, it was really strange that the soul could also feel the body.

"So, little brother, what's your name?"

"Wang Ren, the king of the emperor, the benevolent Ren, and, Miss Miyamoto, can you please move your hand away?"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, to be honest, I was really unexpected to come here. Obviously, I have burned the spiritual foundation and cut out the highest sword in my life. I didn't expect to go on a parade in another world."

Miyamoto Musashi withdrew his outstretched right hand without changing his face. She looked up and scrutinized the environment here.

"Well, this is the faucet, this is the mirror, this is the sink, eh, is this the toilet?"

"Yes, it's a men's room."

"Hey, when I traveled to another world, the first time I landed was the toilet. One time I was walking on an uninhabited wilderness, and one time I fell directly into the sea and then walked ashore and met a human king, but, look This decoration, it should be modern here."

Miyamoto Musashi, who has heavenly eyes, carefully observes the surrounding environment. However, when she tries to perceive magic, she finds a reality as shocking as her mortal ending is broken:

"There is no magic power here, on the contrary, it is filled with another kind of energy, energy that I have never seen before..."

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Wang Ren, who just stood up, walked out the door, and beckoned to Miyamoto Musashi.

"Come on, Miss Miyamoto, I'll take you to see the energy that this world depends on for survival - Honkai Energy."

Under the curiosity and confidence in his own strength, Miyamoto Musashi followed in Wang Ren's footsteps. When he went straight through the closed toilet door, Miyamoto Musashi of course rushed straight over.

Then, with the sound of "dong——", the sword saint who arrived at the realm of [ ] slammed his head into the door.

"Hey, why can't I wear it? It's obvious that I am also a soul body now, too much!"

"Uh, Miss Miyamoto, try to imagine yourself in a virtual state. Well, it's like the ghosts you've cut before, so you should cut ghosts."

Hearing the sound of the door grabbing the door, Wang Ren put his head back and looked at Miyamoto Musashi, who was sitting on the ground and covering his forehead because of the force.

"I guess it may be that Miss Miyamoto's soul body is too strong, so you can't master this kind of alternation smoothly at the beginning, but as long as you get used to it."

"Eh, is that so?"

Miyamoto Musashi stood up again, facing the door in front of her, she quickly entered the state, and then tentatively stretched out a forefinger.

Well, poke poke, ooh, poke past!

"It's a very novel experience, or Wang Ren, you have experience."

After Miyamoto Musashi passed through, he tried to stretch out an arm to go back to test while praising Wang Ren.

Unexpectedly, this sentence reminded Wang Ren of the experience that he had never encountered before.

"This kind of experience, I would rather not..."

"Huh? Well, did I say something wrong?"

Feeling clearly that Wang Ren's mood was sinking, Miyamoto Musashi turned around embarrassedly and raised his head slightly to look at his face.

Well, the appearance is still vague, so Miyamoto Musashi can't see any expression.

But she could sense Wang Ren's unhappiness through her sword heart.

"You come with me to see, I will take you to the top to see the truth here."