It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Fang Daonong inexplicably had a bad feeling: "What kind of bag?"

Rong Guang laughed and said, "Well, I can't urinate anymore, Third Elder, you are old and have high spiritual power..." Fang Daonong's eyes became more and more unkind, Rong Guang immediately changed his words:

"Spit is fine, spit is fine."

Fang Daonong said with a humiliated expression, "And then?"

As soon as the words fell, the figure over there approached in an instant.Coming in front of the two of them, he slowly raised his head.

It was an aged and bruised face that looked too stiff to be alive.His gray cloudy eyes glanced at the two of them, and suddenly he showed a stiff and weird smile.

Even Fang Daonong felt in a trance for a moment.

It was as if the temperature in this space dropped instantly, to the point where the body was so cold that he had no intuition at all.Fang Daonong saw a lot of people around him suddenly.

They walked hurriedly, brushing his immobile shoulders, not one of them stopped to look sideways.Fang Daonong couldn't make a sound, and couldn't move either. The old man walked towards him step by step through the crowd with a strange smile on his lips.

"This is human."

Fang Daonong suddenly heard a voice.It's a little hoarse, but it doesn't belong to an old man.It seemed to be the voice of a young man.

"Chasing excitement, chasing hypocrisy, caring only for oneself, and always treating other people's lives like dust indifferently. When someone dies, they will gather again, falsely comforting the pain... But, they are clearly here."

"People, they are all like this. They seem to have feelings on the surface, but they are actually no different from walking dead. It is obvious that just stretching out a hand, there is one person who does not have to die, but no one wants... They are all watching, but If you want to be lively, you want others to die."

"Since they don't have the need to survive, they just spy on other people's stories...then why not come to me and become a part of the stories being watched by others...you say, right? Alien bugs."

Fang Daonong suddenly realized that they, as well as Feng Quan, had miscalculated one thing.

That is, there are actually no ghosts here who control the story space separately. These ghosts...in fact, seem to be part of the "Mr. Lu" standing on it.

Suddenly, there was an explosion sound from the position behind him, and something was thrown high above Fang Daonong's head.The glorious voice sounded:

"Third Elder, spit!"

Fang Daonong miraculously broke through his stiff and immobile body in an instant, regained his strength, and spit at the thing Rong Guang threw out.From behind came Rong Guang's uncontrollable laughing voice:

"Haha, Third Elder, you looked like an alpaca just now."

The space vibrated suddenly, and the staggering old man looked at himself in horror, and he himself gradually became transparent, and then disappeared.

Fang Daonong felt that the temperature was returning. Looking around, he and Rongguang were in an empty street. It turned out that the coldness and the crowds of people around were just illusions.

He asked Rong Guang: "What method did you use?"

"Third Elder, your saliva, a small stone brought in from outside in my shoe hole." Rong Guang said, "And the ashes from the book "Endless Luminous City" written by Mr. Lu."

Yin Cong calmly stopped, Hang Meng was lying on the ground and had no ability to resist.He jumped off the piano and walked to a place a few steps away from Hang Meng.

He didn't speak, and neither did Hang Meng.

But Yin Cong knew that this place was centered on Mr. Lu after all.And the story that broke the main source of these three characters is not far from Lu Gongzi.

Through Lu Gongzi's book, those readers enjoy a kind of pleasure of spying on the secrets of others.

They contributed their desire to spy on others, and those peeping eyes stuck between the pages of the book, providing the word spirit with the power to form this city and control its operation.

Most people like to care about the privacy of others.Although Yin never knew where this desire came from.It may be that the outside world is prosperous and changing, the voice is noisy, and there is always no quiet place in the hearts of ordinary people.So I always look at the material desires that I can't get, and I always like to see others compare.

Although he didn't understand, Yin Cong looked at Hang Meng in front of him and raised his hand again.

There seemed to be a wave of light flickering at his fingertips, and this light seemed to illuminate Hang Meng with nowhere to hide.

He said softly, "Are you giving up by yourself, or should I break you up?"

Hang Meng raised his head slowly, with a cold face, suddenly smiled, turned around and disappeared into the void.

Yin Cong frowned, and threw out the spiritual power from his fingertips, but unfortunately he couldn't catch anything.Hang Meng himself is almost one with this space, and he didn't even find out the other party's plan before escaping.

But Yin never forced to catch up.He stood there in a daze for a while, then pointed his fingers between his eyebrows, and Chihiro wobbled out from his forehead.

"Just woke up?"

Chihiro shook her body, twisting left and right.

Yin Cong: "Feng Quan is not here. I need your help here."

Chihiro seemed to be nodding her head, and in an instant, the entire space shattered like weathered dust, rippling like ripples.The character spirits that make up this space were wiped out of hostility and swallowed by Chihiro.

A small stone made a belching appearance, and bumped into Yin Cong's body contentedly.

Yin Cong looked back at this space that was being broken and repaired because the word spirits continuously absorbed energy from the readers of Mr. Lu outside, and stepped into the void.

The scene changed, and the space behind him closed in an instant. The place where he is now is within the community.

As if his sight had escaped from the low dust, he was looking at the whole place from a high above the third-person perspective.

There are people in most of the houses.Yin Cong saw the people who originally lived there trapped in these material walls.They are mechanically doing what they have been doing before, as if the purpose of their existence is to repeat these tasks.

However, Yin Cong discovered that there was a person among them who didn't seem to be under control.

Because he was running in a hurry.He ran straight to one of the houses and closed the door panting.

And in the room he entered, there were three people standing side by side.Yin Cong knew these three people, they were the three celestial masters who disappeared in Fengyuan Community when they came to the blockade area last time.

He had also seen the person who was on the run just now, it was the webcaster named Andy that Feng Quan had met.

But now Andy looked haggard and panicked. When he suddenly saw the three people standing in the room half hidden in the darkness, he couldn't help but screamed, turned around and wanted to open the door and escape.

However, the door was locked and did not move.

Andy's eyes widened in horror, and he backed away slowly until his back was against the door.

The three people in front of them had no expression on their faces, as if they were puppets.Slowly, walking towards Andy, surrounded.

Andy's eyes widened in horror.Even Yin Cong seemed to feel the panic of the other party.

Immediately a meal.

Hang Meng is absorbing Andy's panic and recovering himself.

Yin looked coldly at Andy's direction, his figure disappeared, and the next second appeared behind the three people surrounding Andy.A beam of blue spiritual power flashed across the heads of the three of them, as if cutting the rope controlling the puppet, and the three of them collapsed to the ground.

But Andy's panic didn't disappear because of this, he seemed to be trapped in some terrible nightmare and couldn't get out.

Yin turned from his wrist, a light-colored arc slowly extended, and then covered the entire room with ripples.Then his palms were slowly retracted, and the space covered by the ripples shrunk until it shrank into a ball, and then Hang Meng's sharp and painful voice suddenly sounded.

"Ah-you-damn-"

Yin Cong's expression remained unchanged, and a miniature of a book slowly emerged from the palm of his other hand, and then he stuffed Hang Meng, who was trapped into a small ball, into the pages of the book.

Then he frowned.

--No.

Once inside it is empty.

When he thought of something, he turned around and went to find Feng Quan, and before he stepped out, he looked back at Andy who was sitting on the ground with a terrified expression, and turned around again, a ball of spiritual power sank into the other's forehead.Andy's movements stopped suddenly, and then, like the other three, he fell powerlessly to the ground.

The space is about to collapse.

Yin Cong stayed where he was, and was shrouded in Hang Meng's old memory.

It was late autumn on the road that day, with bitter wind and rain.Hang Meng was wearing a black raincoat, leaning against the side of the road with her head buried.

Everyone around is looking at her.

She hadn't been out of the house for two whole months, and she didn't dare to face other people's eyes, didn't want to hear other people's discussions, and didn't dare to turn on the Internet.But others are still looking at her.

She shrugged her shoulders and her steps became heavier and heavier.

Then suddenly there was a human voice in front of it, and then it became lively, more and more people gathered, and some people were calling for friends.Hang Meng stopped, and was planning to avoid the crowd, but suddenly heard a loud noise.

A roar, deafening.

Someone jumped like a butterfly and fell to the ground.

The crowd became noisy, and Hang Meng saw that those people seemed to be celebrating the new year, competing to take pictures.She waited outside the crowd, and then saw the bright red blood slowly flowing from the feet of those people.

It was gorgeous and gorgeous.

When the people dispersed one after another and the sound of the siren was getting closer, Hang Meng found a chance to get close to it and take a look.

The crowd threw it away and left with their phones in their hands.

Hang Meng suddenly realized that people are forgetful.

They skipped through the bustle and walked there, and then went to hurry about their own business.On the blood, they can still sing and dance without any grievances.

They are too lazy to care about the truth and reasons, they just like to join in the fun.

But people who love to join in the fun will dismiss the outdated excitement.

"Can't you see the blood? You are the loudest, so you won't make any noise at this time?"

It's a pity that the dead flesh and blood can't hear it.Hang Meng stood up, changed direction, and headed towards the hotel.

The rain gradually stopped, she raised her head, and her steps became more and more brisk.

Then he walked to the front of the hotel.