Chapter 18 Not as Missable

After floating in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, those soul consciousnesses finally gathered a little, and then a thread of spiritual wisdom illuminated the hazy sea of ​​​​consciousness.

"Where am I...?"

The first thought emerged like this. Although he could already feel the situation around him, everything was still like a cloud and fog, and he could only see a vague outline. His consciousness was like sinking at the bottom of the water, and every jump was very stagnant.

Astringent. Vaguely, he seemed to hear a sharp scream piercing the water. The scream was like a needle, stinging him every time. Every time he was stabbed, he would feel his strength drain away.

The surrounding scenery also became blurry.

He instinctively felt the danger, so with a sting, his consciousness suddenly trembled, as if a frightened big fish jumped out of the water with all its strength!

The surrounding scenery immediately became clear. This is a gray world. Everything is composed of different levels of gray. The sky is deep and boundless. Large areas of thick gray that appear to be clouds slowly rotate around an extremely huge black hole in the middle of the sky.

The darkness in the middle of the sky was bottomless and so majestic that even if he threw the most majestic mountains he had ever seen into it, it would be like a stone thrown into the sea, and it would disappear without a trace in a moment.

"Where is this?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, an extremely painful sting accompanied by a scream came again, but this time his consciousness had surfaced, so the scream sounded ten times louder? This immediately woke him up.

With an intuition of danger, I looked sideways and saw a thin shadow floating next to me. There was a ferocious face that appeared and disappeared at the top of the shadow, with a mouth that was disproportionately large. The bottom of the shadow was like smoke, fuzzy.

, gathering and dispersing. At this moment, the shadow was opening its mouth, screaming and screaming towards him, and then bit him again!

When he was frightened, he hurriedly waved his hands to pounce, but found that he had no hands at all! This shock was no small matter. After trembling, his consciousness became clearer, and then he "see" his situation clearly.

He actually has no eyes at all, and everything he sees is directly felt, so he can see every corner of his body if he wants to.

Like the ghost opposite him, his body was just a piece of light and thin shadow mist, even slightly dimmer than the other person. The ghost took one bite, tore off a cloud of shadow mist from his body, and swallowed it in a big mouth

went down, so the shadow mist on his body became thinner again.

At the moment of life and death, extreme fear drove him to scream the same way, open his mouth and bite the ghost figure opposite him! One bite was like swallowing a mouthful of extremely sticky water mist, which was indescribably sad and disgusting. But that water

After entering the mist, the feeling of weakness in his body immediately disappeared. He immediately knew that it was the right thing to do. After swallowing the mist with all his strength, he took another bite at the ghost figure opposite!

The two ghost figures bite each other endlessly, tearing the shadow mist on each other's body desperately, and it will not end until one of them falls.

Not far away from them, screams were heard one after another, and three groups of ghosts surrounded the middle ghost and were biting madly. The ghost in the center couldn't help but scream and whimper, resisting and struggling in vain, and occasionally biting back.

One mouthful, but it didn't help at all. I could only watch my shadow body being torn apart by three ghosts, and it quickly faded away. Finally, it let out a last wailing sound, and the shadow body exploded into a ball of light smoke, and in the blink of an eye, it was covered by thick and wet

The wind blew it away.

After sharing the food, the three ghosts swelled obviously. They faced off for a while, seeming to measure the strength of their opponents. However, they were obviously wary of each other, so they divided into three directions and each found a much weaker one.

Ghost Shadow bit him viciously.

This is a vast and boundless wilderness. The heavy mist has locked the edge of the wilderness. Even if you look far away, you can only see a few hundred feet away. Sharp screams are coming and going in the wilderness, and countless ghosts are aimlessly moving around.

They are wandering in the wasteland. They are obviously insensitive and often unaware of things three to four feet away. When the ghosts meet each other, they will immediately bite and attack each other until one of them is completely swallowed.

Let it go. There are also obviously strong ghosts among the ghosts, and they prey on the weak ghosts everywhere. They are not only stronger in strength, but also much more sensitive in sense. They often pounce on their prey before it is discovered.

The soil in the wasteland is loose and full of moisture. The moisture gathers to form small pools of mud. Bubbles bubble up from time to time in the mud ponds. When each bubble bursts, a wisp of black air will emerge, turning into a new ghost.

. Occasionally, the soil layer will bulge. When the soil bag bursts, a large ball of black air will gush out, and in an instant it will condense into hundreds of ghosts of different sizes. Once the ghosts wake up, they will eat deep in their consciousness.

Instinct will drive them to rush towards the same kind.

He felt that he was different from the ghost, even though he was currently biting the ghost opposite him like crazy. He vaguely understood the difference. The ghost opposite was just acting on instinct, while he knew what he was doing.

But this advantage in spiritual perception did not bring him much. In the fight with the ghost shadow, he was already at a disadvantage, and the shadow mist on his body was not enough to be torn away.

"We must find a way!" The initial fear had gradually disappeared at this time, replaced by a strange calmness. His consciousness was like being immersed in a basin of ice water, spinning faster and faster, and his spiritual sense could sense the range.

It also became wider and wider, from three feet, five feet, until everything within a radius of ten feet was clearly reflected in his consciousness.

Within a mere ten feet, there were two pairs of ghosts devouring each other, and three other ghosts were floating around. Looking at the other ghosts who only knew how to bite desperately, a thought suddenly came to his heart: "I must

You have to attack the vital points!”

The ghosts are ethereal, like a cloud of mist. What's the point? The only difference in their bodies is the face that appears and disappears from time to time.

He suddenly stopped moving and allowed the ghost to bite him. The ghost fiercely tore off a cloud of fog from his body, appearing to be extremely happy, and his face became clearer and clearer.

He suddenly opened the only clear mouth in his body and bit that face hard!

"Ah!!" The ghost released the lump of fog in his mouth and let out a shrill scream. His whole body twitched as he tried his best to pull his face out of his mouth.

At this time, he was much weaker than when he first became conscious. The ghost was very strong and could not be bitten off in a hurry.

"tear?"

Such an idea flashed through his mind, so he kept his mouth shut and instinctively retreated with all his strength. The ghost screamed again, and most of his face was torn off from his body!

The faceless ghost couldn't help but howl and roll around on the ground. The fog on its body escaped from time to time and dissipated in the air. The ghost that was about to be wiped out had no ability to resist anymore and didn't even know that it had just swallowed

With half of its face missing, he had floated to the side and was opening his mouth...

After completely devouring the ghost, he felt that his consciousness became a little clearer and his body became stronger. Looking around, the ghosts wandering around no longer looked so hideous and terrifying. He

He had already vaguely felt that the power of these ghosts were different in size. Some were easy to deal with, while others made him feel scared.

In comparison, those ghosts that newly emerged from the soil are the weakest, and it will take a while after the body is condensed and formed to start to move.

As luck would have it, a ghost appeared just three feet away. He didn't hesitate and pounced on it immediately! Sure enough, it wasn't until he tore off half of the ghost's body that the new ghost reacted. Its face

It just emerged and was bitten by him!

After swallowing several more ghosts, he felt stronger than ever before, so his strong desire drove him to pounce on a powerful ghost that was hunting nearby!

After a fierce battle, he finally won, but his remaining strength was not half as good as before. This ghost was far more powerful than he felt. If it hadn't been for the last moment, he would have bitten his opponent's face again, carving

It must be him who is devoured.

Although he won, the fierce battle had caused most of his body to dissipate in the air. Even with the addition of new ghosts, his strength was far less than before. At this moment, in his eyes, the ghosts around him seemed powerful and terrifying.

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After this battle, he learned to be cautious, carefully bypassing those ghosts that seemed to be very powerful, and only choosing those that were new or those that were obviously weak to attack.

In this wilderness, there is no day or night, no reincarnation.

As he wandered, the scope of his hunting became wider and wider. The seemingly powerful ghosts in the past became weaker and weaker day by day. He also gradually adapted to the transition from prey to hunter.

At some point, he suddenly figured out something: "It turns out it's not that they have become weaker, but that I have become stronger."

As his power grows stronger, his desire for ghosts increases. Those weak ghosts that have only swallowed a few of their kind can no longer arouse his interest. As for the new ghosts, he can't even look at them.

At the last glance, such a weak power could not even make up for the consumption he had devoured. He began to search around for those powerful ghosts that could hunt independently. He knew that he could see further than them and move faster, as long as he was killed by him.

If you keep an eye on them, there is no way for these ghosts to escape.

In a rather vast wasteland, he began to dominate.

In his consciousness, he still doesn't understand how big his territory is. He only knows that it is quite big, so big that he will float until he feels tired. Everywhere he can reach is his territory, and all the people in this territory are his.

The ghosts were all his food. But he still didn't feel satisfied. He felt that somewhere in the deepest part of his consciousness, there was a deep desire, longing to bring the entire wasteland and the sky above the wasteland to life.

And the unimaginable space beyond the sky is included in his territory!

Only in this way can he feel at ease.

That feeling can be said to be desire, but it is more like fear, just like the fear of being devoured by the same kind when he first woke up. It seems that there is an invisible force controlling him and determining his direction. He is extremely disgusted and extremely afraid of this kind of*

He has a feeling of control, so he wants to expand his territory. As long as the territory is large enough and the power is strong enough, he will be free, right?

He didn't know the answer to this question, and he couldn't think of an answer with his current wisdom. Many times he stayed in the middle of the wilderness, looking up to the sky, thinking. But no matter how he thought about it or how long he thought about it, it was all in vain. His

His consciousness is very simple, so simple that there are only two colors: black and white. He desperately wants to find the third color, but how can he do it?

He found that other ghosts seemed to be incapable of thinking. Those who were strong enough and smart enough knew how to run away quickly when they encountered him. This was the difference between him and ordinary ghosts, but what was the significance of this difference?

Don't understand.

Finally one time, he felt that his speed of devouring ghosts was too slow, but this could not be compensated by his strong strength. So after the next battle, there were more things in his mouth. He felt that these things should be called teeth.

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With teeth, and in order to hold down the struggling ghost, he made arms out of the newly preyed shadow mist.

His territory was expanding day by day, and his floating speed seemed slow and inflexible, and he was easily blown away by strong winds. But when he had legs, he could use his strength on the ground, so his territory doubled again.

His strength gradually increased, his body became more condensed, and the fog became as thick as substance. He even made four wings for himself so that he could fly into the sky. He discovered that the higher he stood, the further he could see, although at this time

He still doesn't need eyes and can sense his surroundings completely with his spiritual sense. However, he can only fly up to ten feet at most. There is an invisible layer of strong wind above ten feet. He only needs to touch a little, and his body will be cut away by the strong wind immediately.

There was no day or night in the wasteland, and he didn’t know when it was. He was flying quickly for food and suddenly stopped. In his consciousness, a bolt of lightning suddenly split open the chaotic space:

"Who am I? Where am I going?"

These two questions were so entangled in his thoughts that he even put aside his instinct for foraging. Every ghost with some spiritual sense within a hundred feet took the opportunity to escape, but he didn't care.

He just stood in the middle of the wilderness, thinking hard.

In a trance, a bit of green light floated across the entire wasteland, and stopped in front of him, casting a faint green light on him.

Under this soft and gentle blue light, he felt very comfortable and calm, and the violence and madness in the sea of ​​consciousness were calmed down one by one. Looking at this blue light, he also knew what the third color was.

Qingying flew around him for several weeks, and then flew away into the distance. After flying ten feet, she stopped there again. He felt that Qingying was very close to her, and instinctively did not want to stay away, so he strode to follow her.

After he approached, Qingying flew forward for a while.
To be continued...