After leaving the monastery, Bailang was led by a guide to a bustling downtown area. He visited the entrance of the Kabukicho Elm Street in District 13 from a distance, but did not enter.
In addition to feeling extremely dangerous, the price of this ghost place is also high, which is not affordable for ordinary people. Although the real dream world is the ultimate, the admission fee is almost worth an evil spirit token in his hand, so he can't afford it, he can't afford it
.
Later, he and his guide visited several low-intensity danger zones. He watched a death ring and a death race, and learned about the functions of many 'evil spirits' in different fields. He gained knowledge and lost all his money.
There were 3 gold coins left. I vowed to myself that I would never gamble again.
Finally, at Nick's invitation, he came to a high-rise building with simple and elegant decoration, had afternoon tea, and watched a street melee from a high position.
There are many similar service places in Eden. When entering a dangerous state or extreme danger, they can still remain neutral and provide a safe environment. They can not only allow normal guests to enjoy the fighting and performances from the outside world, but also raise prices for those believers who join the hunt.
We provide 'temporary shelter services'.
From Bai Lang's point of view, the Garden of Eden is like a Colosseum. This kind of place is like the seats in the audience area, usually open to wealthy people who come to travel. But those players who participated in the competitions, after making enough wealth,
I also come here to rest, squander all my wealth, and then join the exciting battle again, making money-enjoying-making money-enjoying the endless cycle.
…
Before 4 p.m., we visited four major areas in succession. With Bailang in mind, we returned to the safe base in Area 11.
In the last 8 hours of today, Area 11 will enter the most dangerous red state. Wandering spirits will wander by at any time. Those lower-level evil spirits may also come and drag the lucky passers-by randomly selected on the scene into dangerous games. It is not suitable
Keep hanging out.
After not seeing each other for half a day, little Fufu remained as well-behaved as ever. She ate snacks without crying or fussing, and watched soap operas all afternoon with her tablet in hand, with an extremely easy-to-satisfy smile on her face. Although she lost her 'spiritual blessing', she returned to her former self.
He is a fool, but he miraculously retains his hobby of watching soap operas.
When that young face looked at Bai Lang, he could always find traces of uncoordinated motherly love and care in the admiration, admiration, closeness and joy, which made him extremely painful.
I treat you as my daughter, but you want to be my mother! How about we all take a step back?
Fortunately, Silly Fufu herself didn't realize this, she just subconsciously showed maternal love, and there is still room for redemption.
After a hurried dinner, Bailang contacted Fukimaru and arranged for someone to take him to the fifth underground floor, where he pretended to participate in the 'spiritual creation ceremony'.
Starting from 10 o'clock after he left in the morning, hundreds of tool men have gathered here. These people are all civilians in District 11 and have no direct worship objects. After a simple and meaningless ceremony, the 'identity card' and '
The offerings are bound, and the faith certification process is completed hastily.
Next, there is the 24-hour ‘spiritual creation’ ceremony, which is not boring.
Bailang stood in the corner and watched with cold eyes. Under the arrangement of Fuguimaru, these tool men were all in a state of chaos and madness. A large amount of drinks and food were provided at the scene, the music was blaring, the lasers were flashing, and there was a chaotic dance of demons.
It has transformed from a relatively formal 'worship ceremony' at noon to the current fanatical party. The offerings pocky placed on the shrine, in this limited space, continue to absorb the spiritual energy escaping from the believers, slowly
What is pregnant with?
Bailang leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette in his mouth, blocking out the tireless warnings of danger from the eighth wife, squinting to watch the tool men singing and dancing, and suddenly asked: "The so-called faith and worship do not actually require true pious faith, right?
?”
Nick nodded: "Faith is just a way of saying, and in essence it is just a business. Believers choose a good partner and sell their soul ownership. Of course, devout faith is useful, but it is not necessary for the 'spirit'.
It's best to believe in me, and it doesn't matter if you don't believe in me. What the spirit values is the contract between the identity card and the offering. With this connection, it can directly extract suffering, negative emotions, desires, and madness from believers with maximum efficiency...
That's their food."
"Have you seen these medicines? In the process of soul creation, a large amount of medicines are invested to make these tool people more chaotic and fanatical, further increasing the amount of such spiritual nutrients. When believers activate some spiritual-related superpowers, they must
Taking potions can also have an increasing effect. Your mental 'mask' can also enhance your superpowers through similar means."
A blue bottle with added magic? Bai Lang understood: "Oh, I probably understand."
After observing for another half an hour, the offerings on the shrine were still in a state of transformation. Bailang had lost interest, shook his head and left.
Now, he has figured out the necessary steps to 'create a spirit': first, he must have an offering, then find a safe place, gather at least a hundred tool men, and the rest is to have a party. It can either create pain and pleasure at a large SM site, or
Turn it into a Spring Festival Gala, using boredom to torture the spirit and create pain.
Regardless of the means, it aims to squeeze out all kinds of violent mental fluctuations, feed them all with offerings, and give birth to a 'spirit'.
The ‘legendary stories’ of the offering itself and the ‘concepts and fields’ woven in advance determine its potential. And the nutrients provided by these tool people determine the development state of the ‘spirit’.
…
At 11:30 in the evening, Bai Lang, who was in a daze while holding Silly Fufu while warming the bed, played with the 'gyro' in his hand for a while, then put it away again, having given up on his original plan of 'occupying the magpie's nest'.
He originally planned to use the resources and background of 'Tanaka Fugui' to activate the spirit in the 'gyro'. Now after learning the inside story, he found that a series of pocky's sacrificial links, including its name, functions, and development direction, all have professional
The team designs in advance.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! And things like 'snacks' have nothing to do with 'gyros'. Even if the two 'offerings' are exchanged through Fukiwan, the 'snack' is finally created.
Ling' is absolutely rubbish. Even if he passes the first test, he still won't be able to complete the second round.
So Bailang decided that Fukimaru would use Pocky as an extra 'spirit' as a trump card, and he would find a way to generate the 'gyro' through other channels to complete the mission of the paradise.
With the sample template, it is not difficult to manufacture a 'gyro' at the lowest level within ten days. The difficulty is how to survive the subsequent 'dangerous period'?
What he was thinking about at the moment was how to use this mission opportunity to use power for personal gain and customize a personal 'evil spirit' for himself?
Bailang also has selfish motives. His 'Evil Energy Totem' is deeply in line with the painting style of this world. It is also the only 'faith-based equipment' that has not been rejected by the Eight-grandmother bloodline since his debut. Moreover, the [Master of Secret Treasures] has produced a 'treasure'
With quota.
If I don't let him go, I feel really uncomfortable.
The 'gyro' is just a task issued by the park. Even if you raise an excellent 'spirit', it will ultimately have nothing to do with you. The totem is different.
Bailang made up his mind that for this mission, he would use 60% of his energy and resources to cultivate totems, and the remaining 30% to do the main mission. Finally, he would use 10% of his energy to focus on Pocky's growth process, to explore paths and avoid minefields.
Risks during the development process. If necessary, discard it and turn it into food for the growth of 'Evil Totem'.
Perfect!
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At dawn the next day, the party on the fifth floor was still not over. The poor tools were force-fed a large amount of stimulants, and they were still excited. Their eyes were bloodshot. There was not much sense left, and they all entered the stage of tearing each other apart.
Under the guidance of the strong evil thoughts emanating from 'pocky', they began to attack and fight with each other, punching, kicking, scratching and scratching. It was a mess, and many people were already injured.
A group of professional medical staff continued to stop serious injuries, and dragged out some people with minor injuries, briefly bandaged them, and then put them back.
Regardless of the attacks and battles caused by evil thoughts, or the pain and grievance after the end, they can continue to squeeze these tools that have been hollowed out. The more they think about it, the more angry they become, the more they think about it, the more they lose, and they continue to take revenge full of grievances.
Can't calm down and think.
There was less than an hour left before the ceremony finally ended. Fukimaru, who was a little tired, tried every means to keep these tool men in peak condition.
"Notify them and give them another injection. We must use the most perfect mental outlook to welcome the birth of the spirit. Also, we must distribute these knives to every believer within the last 10 minutes."
Fukimaru pointed to the hundreds of Western-style chef's knives beside him.
"Understood." The staff nodded in response.
Bai Lang also arrived at the scene at this time. He was eating breakfast and watched with a smile as Sulf ran to help the doctors and nurses enthusiastically. After bandaging the patient with a professional technique and speed that put the other party to shame, he looked at the other party with a look of confusion and expectation.
While frantically smashing other people's jobs, he also begged pitifully for praise.
"In the school bullying case that shocked Osaka, the murderer used a kitchen knife, right?" Bai Lang looked at hundreds of kitchen knives flashing with cold light and suddenly asked.
Fukimaru nodded: "Yes, a young girl couldn't bear the bullying and humiliation, and finally broke out in silence, stabbing 12 classmates with a kitchen knife in the locker room, and finally died together with the physical education teacher who came after hearing the news."
"Tsk, be strong!"
Bailang sighed in admiration and looked at Pocky, who was becoming more and more malicious and had undergone substantial changes. A 'spirit' was conceived and was about to be born.
In the last 10 minutes, all the tool workers on the scene were already unconscious. Their eyes were red, their bodies were covered with injuries, and they were dressed roughly. They held a kitchen knife in their hands and looked fiercely at the people around them, looking for prey. They could no longer control it.
Hold yourself back, pounce, swing, and stab at the person you don't like.
Sulf's eyes widened, her left hand was bandaged and her right hand was filled with alcohol, and she looked at everyone with concern. Late-stage cancer had broken out, and she couldn't wait to rush forward to bandage and treat her, so as to bring love to the patient.
A white man with a tattered shirt and several wounds on his face suddenly roared and swung his knife towards Bai Lang, who was watching the show. Then more people turned their heads at the same time, looked at him, and followed.
Lang glanced in the direction of the niche and had already sensed the evil intentions of this new creature. From the last half hour, he was in a state of terror and felt that he was being targeted.
Bang!
The white man's chest was dented, and he flew upside down in a C shape. He was kicked back into the crowd at more than ten times the speed. Like a Grand Slam bowling ball, he knocked over a group of people, and then kicked two weak mortals who were overestimating their abilities.
, the 'evil spirits' lingering indoors gave up their unnecessary attacks.
And more people with blood-red eyes rushed towards the three guys who fell to the ground.
Listening to the screams gradually disappearing, Bai Lang frowned and asked, "Hey, don't you need to stop me?" His medical soul was already thirsty.
Nick shook his head: "Sacrifice."
When the time reached 10 o'clock, everyone at the scene was lying down, and everyone was stabbed at least once. However, because she lost her mind, did not know the key points of attack, and had the blessing of a large number of medical staff, and under the premise that Salf attended the consultation, there was no
The worry of life.
The blood everywhere flowed towards the altar, climbed up the shrine, and merged into the box of snacks. The strong evil thoughts finally broke out.
After the ceremony lasted for 24 hours, with 5 dead, 16 seriously injured, and 279 injured as a gift, another "Wandering Spirit" of Eden was born.
Bailang looked up and saw a high school girl wearing a JK school uniform, with long straight black hair, bangs covering her eyes, bloodstains all over her body, a nervous smile, a kitchen knife in one hand and a pocky in the other.
The malicious blood-red eyes looked at Bailang through the bangs curtain. Then there was a sharp pain in his head, and [Thorns] was passively triggered, and then he fell into a dizzy state, and suffered a considerable mental shock.
When he came back to his senses, the girl on the altar had disappeared, leaving only a box of snacks filled with evil power. The atmosphere was extremely depressing, and Bailang didn't want to stay.
He looked at the attribute board, and the message "Spirit 95% (-5); Soul 99.5% (-0.5)" appeared.
He was struck by that glance just now. This was the result of specially strengthening his 'spiritual defense'. This feeling was too bad. The moment he looked at the opponent, Lang had an extremely contradictory feeling, as if he could hit him with just one punch.
Blast the opponent, but the opponent can also stab himself to death.
In this state of mutual fear, that JK gave him a hard look, and then his brain exploded.
Bai Lang rubbed his temples and asked painfully: "Did you see anything just now?"
"No." Fukimaru shook his head. He had no idea what was going on. Boss, just said "Wow" and knelt down.
Nick replied: "Spirit is invisible. If you want to see them, you must go to the monastery to undergo a 'vision surgery'. The price is 2 blessings. Without spiritual vision, you will encounter many dangers in Eden."
"Did you just see it?" Bailang asked again.
"I saw her smiling at you."
Bailang: "..."
"Do not move!"
At this time, Silly Fufu had already rushed forward enthusiastically. She abandoned the lovely patients who were everywhere, put the even cuter Bailang in her arms, massaged her temples professionally, and also did a set of eye exercises.
