The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4262 Possessed by an Evil Spirit (The End)

Kent's consciousness gradually faded, but quickly coalesced again. Then, he found himself on the streets of a small town. He looked around curiously, then looked down at his body; all his injuries had disappeared.

Is this what they call the spiritual world? Kent kept looking around at the town, which resembled a toy house, but finally shook his head.

Old Berg clearly hasn't seen much of the world. He's got the ability to create a spiritual world, yet he makes it exactly like the real world. No matter how beautiful this town is, it can't compare to the grand castles in movies and TV shows. If he had even a little imagination, the scenery here would be breathtaking.

Kent walked on and eventually came to the church. He felt there was something inside, so he went in. He didn't see anything in the chapel, so he walked to the back and saw a staircase leading down.

Upon entering, there was a completely dark space, but several blurry figures could be vaguely seen. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Schiller.

He was about to go over and say hello when he realized it was all an illusion; there was only a shadow there, which he could see but couldn't touch. Kent guessed this might be happening in the real world.

Just as he was trying to find a way to communicate with the outside world, he saw a familiar figure appear in front of the light not far from Schiller. It was old Berg, who had been stabbed by him and then harpooned by Linda!

This bastard is still alive?! Kent was practically grinding his teeth in fury. Good people don't live long, but evil people live a long life. How could they not kill him?!

However, his condition had already plummeted to rock bottom. That point of light seemed to be his backup, similar to a spawn point, capable of forcibly pulling him back when he still had a sliver of health left.

When old Berg returned, he didn't notice Schiller beside him. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had escaped a disaster, only to hear rock music coming from the side, along with the aroma of coffee.

A look of terror crossed his face, and he instinctively covered his ears. Kent didn't know what he was doing, but the next second, he suddenly screamed.

It felt like something was attacking him, but it was invisible; Kent couldn't see it at all. At that moment, Schiller, sitting pale-faced at the table, said, "How does it feel to be attacked by the rules you created?"

Old Berg let out a terrible scream, as if he were being burned alive. He stared intently at Schiller and said, "Why...why..."

"Why am I waiting for you here? Or how do I know that you can get hurt when you break the rules?"

Schiller shook his head, took a sip of his coffee, and said, "You think that just because your father used dark magic to burn the files on the massacre of the Great Valley family at the Westville Police Department, this matter will be over forever, and no one will ever know?"

"However, you still underestimated those politicians and capitalists. The town's groundwater pollution began in the early days of industrial development. The flying angel Satyan family, whom your father killed, were the first to enter the spiritual world."

Schiller waved in one direction, and two little girls ran out hand in hand. He picked one of them up and said, “They’ve been watching you all these years. And when you chose to abandon your spiritual world and run away to Westville, they called the helpline operator, entered the dream of the gas station owner’s daughter, and roamed every corner of the city, looking for a way to deal with you.”

“They already found out the truth about what happened back then, as well as your practice of dark magic and your alteration of the rules of the spiritual world. When I found them, they told me all of this.”

"Although you can use dark magic to modify the rules of the spiritual world, this place is neither created by you nor entirely under your control. This is the shared spiritual world of the followers you have trained, and their obsession with the doctrine is also limiting you. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't be trying so hard to escape."

"It's not a good feeling to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot. But there's something else even more so: it was a dark magic item you kept in the bank that brought us here."

Old Berg's screams grew even more intense; he melted like a candle. Schiller, however, stood up, came to him, and looked at him, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to kill you. On the contrary, I'm here to save you."

“Thank you, Derby, for letting the townspeople out. They won’t live much longer in the real world; they’ll all soon vanish. But you and him, two evil spirits who have practiced dark magic, are much stronger.”

“One of the rules about the town in the spiritual world that Satyan told me is that everything here is reset on moonless nights, including the people in the town. Thank me, I’m going to take you home.”

Only now did old Berg truly reveal his despair. He knew Schiller was right—this spiritual world was not perfect, and the town could not continue to exist in the same form forever. After all, if it did, the people inside would not age, and no new people would be born, leading to a contradiction in the logic of the entire world.

Thus, on moonless nights, the entire town's form is reset, and people's memories are erased, returning them to the night they entered the spiritual world. Cloudy days are rare in the town, so this period can last from three months to several years.

Tonight will be a moonless night. Everything in the town will be reset, including the spirits within it. In other words, even though old Berg is so badly injured, he can still recover.

Soon, Bruce and his team returned with Derby's evil spirit. Capturing him wasn't difficult at all; the guy had already been through several rounds of trouble and was no longer capable of resisting.

"Are you sure that if you put them back, they won't run away again after they recover?" Bruce asked Schiller.

“The Satyan family will be in charge of guarding them. They will block the roads in the town, and no living person will come. The evil spirits will live forever in this town where they set the doctrines.”

Bruce seemed to have an idea that would please him. He tossed Derby over, and the moment Derby heard the music, he too began to scream and melt; clearly, he wasn't immune to the rules either.

They entered the spirit world and emerged from the church's crypt, where they saw Kent. Bruce said nothing, simply walked up and patted him on the shoulder. To Kent, he said everything.

Two lumps of melted matter, unrecognizable beyond recognition, were left on the streets of the small town. Everyone stood at the church entrance watching them. As night fell, dark clouds obscured the last ray of moonlight, and the somber tolling of bells transformed everything in the town, giving it a new look.

But the townspeople who had left would never return. Only these two evil spirits, who had experienced modern life and were no longer willing to live this primitive life like the other believers, were reborn in human form during the reset. Then they watched helplessly as the church doors closed, and they could never leave again.

Before, the townspeople at least had family and friends, and while the church activities were boring, they at least provided some entertainment. But these two mortal enemies probably wouldn't have anything to talk about. They would be forever trapped in this desolate town, forced to abide by the rules they themselves had set, bidding farewell to all entertainment, and living a perpetually dull life.

The piercing screams could still be heard from inside the church chapel, but no one cared anymore. Kent turned around and saw a family of four floating in front of them.

“Thank you so much,” said the woman standing on the far left. “I was really angry to see them using my beloved circus to do such heinous things. Thankfully, it’s all over now.”

Then, the tall man standing next to him stepped aside, and a timid girl stepped out and rushed towards Bruce.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have been alone..."

"Okay, it's alright now." Bruce patted her on the back.

“Panie’s body is hidden in my old house, and Sissi and Coster have been protecting her. She will be alright,” Satyan said.

“As for you, I’m sorry,” Satyan said, shaking his head. “Your bodies are already dead, and even if you could go back, your corpses would decompose quickly. So I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave the town.”

Kent sighed. He didn't know if this was a good ending or not; although both evil spirits received their due punishment, they were also completely wiped out.

The others also felt a pang of sadness. Although these two evil spirits weren't particularly strong, they were so severely restricted that they had almost no resistance in the real world, and their bodies died in gruesome ways.

Wait a minute, the few people who had stayed in town suddenly realized that they weren't all dead. Some of them might have been asleep the whole time, without any problems, right?

Everyone turned to look at the hunter.

"I still have a lot to do." The figure of the hunter gradually faded away, clearly returning to the real world.

The souls floating in the air saw a figure in black emerge from Aunt Kane's house. He slowly raised his head, but not to look at the souls in the air. After a moment, he abruptly turned his head in one direction, and everyone saw that his unfocused gray eyes gradually focused.

Then he turned and walked into the night, disappearing at the end of the road.

"What is he going to do?" Bruce asked. The others were also somewhat puzzled.

The agent smiled and looked in the direction the pursuers had disappeared, saying, "Of course, they're going back to their old ways."

"Old profession? What old profession?"

The detective looked at the distant stream and said, "The evil spirit has received its just deserts. So... what about the people?"

"Beware of moonless nights, my friends, the dice have been rolled."

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