Time: 2011-5-118:55:46 Words: 3162
On this day, our protagonist was strengthening his physique and practicing his internal energy (this is just a metaphor). For some reason, the air in the tunnel suddenly distorted. Our protagonist had already sensed that something bad was going to happen, but the problem was that when he realized it, he could no longer hide. Our protagonist was helpless. No matter how much he struggled, he could not escape. There was no other way. Let's look on the bright side. Perhaps this time, he could get a large amount of endorphins…
(The following is written in the first person.)
"Uh…this is…there…?”
I shook my head, but I didn't feel much awake. I stood up, but after standing up, I noticed something strange. At first, I shook my head, but I didn't feel any change in my vision. After standing up, I realized that I didn't feel " solid " at all. In other words, I was floating.
Sigh…
He searched through his past memories. It was blurry. He only remembered that he had once become a bug and lived a life of fear. It was not easy for him to settle down, but he encountered such a thing again. The memories before I became a bug had completely disappeared, but thinking about it carefully, I should have transmigrated and become a bug. Fortunately, I had finally gotten rid of my insect identity. However, the problem was that I seemed to be a ghost now…
I had no hands, no feet, and no head. My current state seemed to be the legendary " ghost fire ". Through my perception, I knew that I was in a house. This house was very big, and there were many ghosts inside. "A haunted house?" I thought so, but I didn't dare to wander around here. Who knew if those ghosts were friendly? I couldn't feel anything except for a small area around me.
"I…I didn't want to…Don't blame me…I didn't…"
After an unknown period of time, a fluctuation with a string of information entered my perception.
"Living creatures?"
Instinctively, I knew what this meant. The fluctuation just now was actually the voice of a soul. It was a person filled with fear. It seemed that because of something, because of this person, a ghost had appeared. And because of this reason, this person had come here and saw a ghost. He had developed fear.
Ghost revenge? This reminds me of a Japanese horror movie. However, the fear of living creatures, especially humans, is the best food for us ghosts. After consuming a large amount of fear, ghosts can even evolve. Therefore, ghosts like to scare people. When a human's soul is extremely weak due to fear, ghosts can completely absorb that person's vitality, or rather, soul power, and turn that soul into a new ghost. Was this how ghosts reproduced? 'I don't know, but if I absorb the soul fragments, it'll be even more nutritious than absorbing fear…'
I leaned towards the direction of the message. It turned out to be a man curled up on the ground. Because my strength was too weak, I had a bad feeling about the outside world. However, this did not affect me from absorbing his fear. Perhaps it was because my level was low, but after absorbing some fear, my ability was constantly improving. Yes, it had leveled up. Or rather, after reaching a certain stage, I could choose the direction of evolution first. The first thing I chose to improve was my perception. After all, in any situation, information was the most important.
" Look." I first " looked " at the man. In the pitch-black room, the weak soul was as eye-catching as a huge light bulb. Of course, the so-called darkness was actually referring to human vision. To ghosts, there was not much difference whether there was light or not.
This man, how should he put it? He was just short of writing on his forehead," I am a useless person." Judging from his attire, he should be a small employee, a small figure. But how did this small figure kill someone? Forget it, this isn't something I should be thinking about. What I should be thinking about now is to quickly level up and survive. Since my senses had been upgraded, I didn't have the chance to upgrade anything else for the time being. Therefore, I couldn't scare people yet. Moreover, even if I did scare people now, I wouldn't be scared much. I could only slowly absorb the fear. At the same time, I observed the room I was in.
This was a very traditional, even ancient Japanese room. Everything had an old feeling. The air was heavy, and there was almost no light. It was oppressive and suffocating. This became the main atmosphere in the room.
“……~~~~~……~~~~……~~”
A string of unknown singing voice suddenly appeared. It seemed to be a woman's voice, but I couldn't hear the lyrics clearly. The singer seemed to be very happy. For some reason, I suddenly " saw " that the singer should be sitting in front of the dressing mirror, singing while combing her long black hair.
Hearing the song, the man's fear increased even more. He trembled and tried his best to curl up his body. He hugged his head and covered his ears. He mumbled something that could not be heard clearly. Most of it was meaningless. Not long after, the singing stopped with a chuckle. I seemed to see the back of a beautiful woman in a kimono. She put down her comb and slowly stood up. She slowly turned around, revealing a beautiful face. The smile on her face was very beautiful, but as a ghost, I felt a chill.
The woman's gaze was focused on the man curled up on the ground. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I quickly hid. Who knew what was going on! However, it seems that this female ghost is about to attack. It's better for me not to be implicated. Hiding behind a pile of junk in the corner, I could feel that the female ghost was beside the man. I couldn't see what she was doing, but the man and the female ghost should know each other.
"Ah!"
Following the man's scream, a large number of soul fragments burst out. How ruthless. He actually wanted to perish together with that man's soul at the expense of his own soul. However, this benefited me. I quickly rushed out and circled around in the air, absorbing most of the scattered soul fragments. Then, I quickly hid because I could sense a large number of ghosts gathering here.
Many ghosts did not have much intelligence and could only act on instinct. These ghosts would do everything they could to fear or soul fragments. It was common for ghosts to kill and devour each other. However, these intelligent ghosts were even more dangerous because no one knew whether they were good or evil. Good ghosts were fine, but if they encountered evil ghosts...
He went out through the wall and sensed that there were many ghosts living in this courtyard. It seemed that this place had experienced a massacre, so the resentment was very strong. I found a place without ghosts. There was a lantern there. However, I felt that there was something wrong with this lantern because other ghosts with resentment did not dare to approach it. However, I had no problem with it. I don't care about it. Anyway, I can't care about it now. Anyway, this is a good place. I'll start cultivating inside first. Well, the so-called cultivation was just fusing the power in the soul fragments to strengthen himself.
After an unknown period of time, the energy in the fragment was refined by me, and I finally condensed a ghost body. Oh, it's actually a woman, and she looks similar to the kimono woman, but she's much younger than the female ghost. It seems that the fragments I absorbed were mainly from the female ghost.
There were incomplete memories in these soul fragments. I knew the story of this female ghost and that man. To be honest, that man was really unforgivable. As a childhood sweetheart, the woman had always supported the man, but for the sake of his so-called career, the man actually wanted the woman to sleep with his boss, and more than once! Moreover, this man had another woman outside. Finally, the woman couldn't take it anymore and committed suicide. That was why this incident happened.
In the process of absorbing the soul fragments, I finally knew what this place was. This place was called the " House of Memories." It did not exist anywhere, but it was everywhere. There were a large number of ghosts here. They were all spirits filled with resentment. They had come here by chance. If they had enough strength, they might even have a chance to take revenge here. However, the price was that they could never leave this place.
I walked out from the lamp and looked around. I realized that the scenery here had changed again. It was still a large courtyard, but the structure of this courtyard was different from before I cultivated. The only similarity was that there had been a large number of deaths here, and the resentment was very dense. From time to time, there would be the whispers of spirits in the air,
"Why…Why me…"
" Don't…It's so scary…Save me…"
" I don't want to…Who will…Who will replace me…"
That was probably it. However, they did not seem to have much intelligence. They were like insects in a blood sea. They relied on their instincts to absorb resentment and spiritual energy. Perhaps they could condense a ghost body? However, even if they became ghosts, they were still crazy ghosts. They had no intelligence and could only rely on their instincts to attack living people.
Well, because I have spiritual intelligence and was lucky enough to obtain a large number of soul fragments, and I didn't rely on resentment to cultivate, my mind isn't polluted at all. Moreover, because there's no karma, there's nothing I can do. However, just as I was about to take a look around, I realized that a group of people had entered the residence. They were still alive.
He hid his body and went through the wall, arriving at the entrance. In fact, because of the arrival of these living people, a large number of spirits had gathered and silently watched these people. Of course, they were looking for an opportunity to attack the living according to their nature. There were a total of three people here: a white-haired old man, a woman in red, and a man in a yellow sweater. The old man seemed to be the leader of the three. The woman seemed to have some status, while the man was just a manual worker. Looking at the things they were holding, they seemed to be scholars or reporters. The woman was holding a camera, the old man was holding something that looked like a notebook, and the man was carrying a big box. I didn't want to disturb them, so I didn't go over to take a look.
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