A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 114 (Two in One) Why bother becoming a Buddha? It is better to become myself.

My own resentment is gradually dissipating.

He in the venue had no idea why this happened and just fell into silent thought.

He is not in a hurry.

Be it gods, demons, or extreme creatures, these are all titles given to them by outsiders.

Not so.

He is merely the source of a myth.

The root, the source, the beginning of things.

Through the human brain's analysis of ghost stories, He knows that he should be called the "root of ghost stories" and be at the top.

So don't rush.

Whatever He wants is His after all, and all He needs to do is to think slowly about what He really needs.

Sufficient energy is needed to climb the stairs, and resentment is the simplest, most rustic and extremely strong emotional energy. He chose resentment and transformed himself to accommodate it.

His attribute is energy, so it is not difficult for him to do this.

In essence, the Energy Type Ghost Story is a simple converter.

Absorb energy - convert into strange power - output energy to transform physical objects

Normal energy-based ghost stories can only absorb specific energy and convert it into ghost story power, but He is the source.

You only need to deconstruct the corresponding energy and simulate a form that can absorb the energy to absorb that type of energy.

It's not difficult.

After modifying his form, He used the power of mankind to build this venue, gathering the most emotionally rich and largest number of humans as carriers of grievances.

But now he began to doubt his own judgment, because in a trance he felt a stronger energy.

These energies are constantly dissipating from the tens of thousands of humans in front of him, and in turn eroding the resentment he has absorbed.

What is it?
As the source of the energy system, He has never come into contact with this kind of energy. People cannot imagine things they have never seen, and the same goes for strange creatures.

But He is thinking, not very fast, but very steadily.

This is a special energy that goes against resentment.

It counteracts the resentment.

The conversion ratio is extremely high, and a small amount can offset a large amount of resentment.

Very precious and high energy.

The stock of this energy is huge and is being generated continuously.

Based on the above conditions, He makes judgments.

I want.

He didn't know if there were any other beings in the world that could survive on this kind of energy, but he knew that he needed it now.

Climbing the stairs is as easy as pie.

-

"Is this the seventh floor?"

After a lot of trouble, Zhong Xie finally stepped onto the seventh floor. They didn't encounter any decent resistance along the way, which made him begin to have a bad feeling.

Although it is hard to imagine that a creature of the Root Monster's level would hide in the dark and attack ordinary humans in a sinister way, since the Root Monster wants to absorb resentment as energy to ascend to the next level...

It is normal to have such bad qualities.

"Are you sure this is the corridor where the root of the ghost story continues to exist?"

Qi Qiliu stood at this end, looking into the endless darkness deep in the seventh floor, and felt that this was obviously different from what Zhong Xie had said before.

Where is the Knuckles Gallery?

Why is there only thick darkness?
Qi Qiliu pulled a friend out from the team at the back and knocked on his head. His friend's head emitted light like a touch light, illuminating the way forward in the corridor.

The entire corridor seemed endless, and the rooms on both sides faced each other with their doors closed.

At the door of each room stood male servants of the same appearance, stretching endlessly to the non-existent end of the corridor.

Under the light of their friend's headlamp, the male attendants all turned their heads in unison, with polite smiles on their faces and their eyes wide open.

However, this time they did not ask “Hello sir, how can I help you?” as usual, but simply fell to the ground and fainted.

"Huh? You pretend to be dead when you meet?" Zhong Xie was puzzled. He kicked Kuster and signaled him to go forward and check the situation.

Kuster understood, held Che Hao and walked slowly forward, gently touching the male servant's body with Che Hao's head.

Nothing happened.

This time he was a little bolder. He threw Che Hao aside and stepped forward to sniff the male servant's breath.

"She's not dead, she's just unconscious, just like those women just now." Kuster turned around and told Zhong Xie his judgment.

Zhong Xie frowned slightly, and suddenly his expression changed. He quickly returned to the stairs and looked down.

I saw that the "ladder" that originally led to the sixth floor was slowly collapsing, and it started to collapse from the sixth floor at the end of my field of vision.

The speed of collapse was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, a quarter of the kilometer-long ladder had melted away.

Seeing this, the other friends wanted to rush down the stairs and return to the sixth floor first. Zhong Xie stretched out his hand to stop them and said quickly: "It's too late. Kill these male servants first. They are destroying the space."

Upon hearing this, all the friends immediately became serious and started killing their way along the corridor. These male servants were all strange creatures that were under unified command, so they had no psychological burden in killing them.

Those who have strong ghost story offensive capabilities can use ghost stories, and those who have no offensive capabilities can use the self-destructive rat bombs given by Zhong Xie. For a while, the entire corridor was filled with explosions.

Under Zhong Xie's command, Kuster activated the Chehao state, and the little giant began to run wildly in the corridor.

He opened his hands, with his left hand touching the left wall and his right hand touching the right wall, keeping them at the same level as the heads of the male servants. As he ran, he crushed the heads of the male servants along the way against the wall, causing their heads to burst and their brains to splatter.

Occasionally there are fish that slip through the net, but they are killed by the friends who follow up.

The number of male servants was not infinite, so after three or four minutes of simple killing, Kuster finally crushed the last one.

At this time, Che Hao's head on his chest was panting. This operation consumed a lot of Che Hao's physical strength. It was the most tiring battle since he became an armored person.

From the perspective of Ultraman's transformation, Che Hao's head is now equivalent to the colorful timer on "Kuster"'s chest, and Che Hao's panting is equivalent to the timer flashing a red light rapidly.

Kuster knew the hardships that Che Hao was going through. After all, not everyone could bear his huge body. As a suit, Che Hao needed to match Kuster's big and bold movements.

So he stretched out his paws and stroked Che Hao's head twice, as if he was comforting his pet.

However, Che Hao still had the wildness of Jinchuan Hospital. He wanted to bite Kuster's claws with a roar, but failed to break the defense.

All he gnawed off was a mouthful of rat hair stained with the servant's brain, which choked him and made him cough repeatedly.

When they reached the middle of the corridor, all the male servants were dead, but the corridor still had no end in sight, nor could they see the knuckles that should have been embedded in the corridor.

The venue was moved ahead of schedule?
Or did the maid use her sleep to extend the corridor space to a terrifying extent, and those knuckles were hidden in the deepest part of the corridor?

Zhong Xie frowned and stopped. At this time, a friend who was guarding the stairs on the seventh floor also ran over and told Zhong Xie about the situation on the stairs.

“The space has stopped decomposing, probably because you have killed all the male servants on this floor. But now we can’t go to the sixth floor either.” My friend looked embarrassed, realizing the sinister nature of this trap.

Zhong Xie nodded, he had already guessed this kind of thing.

The sleep of the female attendant will "create" space, while the sleep of the male attendant will "destroy" space.

The venue first let the maids sleep on the stairs from the sixth floor to the seventh floor, extending the stairs infinitely. In this way, when they killed the maids and came to the seventh floor, there would be no way for them to return to the sixth floor in a short time.

At this time, a signal was given to the male servants on the seventh floor to make them fall into a deep sleep, and the long staircase collapsed.

Even if they killed all the male servants, the disappearance of the staircase space was a foregone conclusion.

It is equivalent to trapping them in the space on the seventh floor.

Zhong Xie finally understood how the small venue that Zang Mu had visited before was formed. It was probably an independent space created through the cooperation of male and female attendants.

Men and women work together, one creates space, the other decomposes space.

Although the original space needs to be used as a "template" and cannot be created out of thin air like the root ghost story, it is enough to create a trap to trap them.

Now all the friends are gathered around Zhong Xie. None of them have any connection with the mysterious thing like "space", so they are in a situation of groping in the dark.

"Is there any female attendant still there?" Zhong Xie rubbed his temple, feeling a slight headache.

"Of course they're gone. We killed them all, leaving no one behind." When Kuster saw Zhong Xie asking this, he immediately jumped out to take credit.

Zhong Xie: “…”

"Forget it, go have fun." He sighed and waved his hand to signal Kuster to stay away from him.

What a pity. Originally, we could have used the maids to create a staircase to return to the sixth floor. However, given the momentum of the competition on the stairs just now, we would have had to kill desperately to slow down the speed of the maids extending the stairs. I'm afraid no one could have predicted the current situation.

But now is not the time to regret. Led by Zhong Xie, the circle of friends quickly moved deeper into the corridor, sending messages on the business cards to ask other friends who were waiting downstairs what was going on.

Other friends quickly responded that the stairs leading to the seventh floor from the sixth floor had indeed disappeared, but they had searched the entire venue and the Knuckles Gallery was not on the lower six floors.

The attendants in the venue did hide the Knuckles Gallery, but not in the first six floors.

As for the rest...

everything is fine.

After Zhong Xie got the news, he left a group of friends behind and continued walking into the corridor.

Just like the number of maids is not infinite, this corridor cannot be infinitely long. They have not seen any new sleeping maids until now, which means that the corridor is not continuing to extend, but has been created before.

While continuing to move forward in the corridor, Zhong Xie did not forget to check the situation inside the room, but every room was empty, completely different from the private rooms on the lower floors.

By measuring the extension angle of the corridor, Zhong Xie determined that the corridor was straight and there was no angle deviation.

This is important because if the corridor is long enough and the angle of deviation of each distance is small enough, then they may be trapped in an oversized circular corridor.

However, it does not.

After running for nearly a quarter of an hour, Zhong Xie finally saw the end of the Knuckle Corridor.

It was exactly the same as the situation in the surveillance footage, with dark knuckles at the front, with a few bright ones interspersed among them, like stars in the night sky, and only after a few dozen meters did the knuckles become bright.

The darkness means that the owner of the knuckles is not dead yet, and the resentment has not yet been concentrated on the knuckles.

This is good news, which means that the players playing games in the box are still playing games and have not been killed by anyone or any strange things.

In other words, the energy required for the stair climbing ceremony is not enough, and the root ghost story cannot achieve its goal for the time being.

"It's right here. It's not an illusion. They do condense a special energy, but I can't use this energy."

In the crowd, a friend who was familiar with energy-related weird stories gave his own judgment.

His ghost story level was suppressed to level 35, but his judgment did not change. As an energy-based ghost story, he was naturally very clear about different types of special energy. "This energy contains a kind of paranoid malice. A ghost story that can absorb this energy must be very vicious. Even if it is not vicious enough, it will probably become a fierce god after absorbing the resentment of ten thousand people." He sighed and looked at Zhong Xie, "Please Brother Jiu quickly destroy this place and put an end to that guy's thoughts."

Zhong Xie looked at the last few dozen rat bombs he brought with him, his face showing hesitation: "I didn't expect that we would be separated from the space downstairs. The original transportation route for the rat bombs has been cut off. Now we only have these. I'm afraid the explosion is not strong enough to destroy the entire corridor."

This corridor is a full hundred meters long, and the power of dozens of rat bombs may not be enough to destroy them all.

"That's good to know. You are too late. The Lord has already woken up. You can't escape."

In the corridor, the door of a room was opened, and a guy who looked the same as the other male servants but had a significantly different temperament walked out.

If you must say, he is more like the "prototype" of those male attendants.

He looked at them calmly and said confidently, "You are the main force of this rebellion, right? Don't you understand? You have no chance if you are trapped here. After you come to the seventh floor, I will connect the secondary venue with the second floor."

"You killed your way up here, that's right. If you kill us all, we won't be able to use the power of the Lord to modify the space. But you don't know that there are people in the secondary venue. Now they can take the second floor out, and then just hide in the dark and sleep."

"The space on the second floor will gradually collapse until all the people inside are killed. The resentful energy they carry will help Your Majesty achieve the Great Dao!"

The chief attendant's expression was fanatical, as if if one person succeeded, all his family members would also benefit from it.

"Then why don't I just blow this place up in advance?" Zhong Xie took out a rat bomb, knocked it on the wall, and threw it deep into the corridor behind the chief attendant.

"boom!"

A violent explosion was heard, and hundreds of finger joints flew out, most of which were blown to pieces. They gradually turned darker, and the resentment on them seemed to dissipate.

"You haven't understood yet. These knuckles are carriers of energy storage, but they are not critical. This space is locked, and the energy in a locked space will not disappear for no reason. They are all from the Lord. You can never imagine how powerful the Lord is."

The head attendant shook his head and continued, "The bomb in your hand can indeed consume resentment, but it does not completely transform the resentment into an explosion. A lot of energy will still escape. Nearly half of the energy is wasted in each explosion. They will remain in the space until Your Majesty wakes up and absorbs it."

"Now you have no way to quickly consume resentment." He laughed heartily. "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If you hadn't quickly drained the resentment of those people, I'm afraid your plan would never have been so easy."

Hearing this, Zhong Xie scratched his head and rechecked the entry for the suicide rat soldiers.

[Energy Burst (Self-Destruction Form)]: Concentrates all body energy to produce self-destruction at an energy efficiency ratio of 1:2.5.

The self-destruction efficiency is 1:2.5, which does not seem to mean that the resentment energy is completely released, but the energy efficiency ratio is extremely high.

But think about it, resentment is a specific type of emotional energy, and the level of each suicide rat soldier does not exceed level 15 (affected by the levels of the ghost gun, the father body, and the mother body). It would be too difficult to transform all the absorbed resentment into chemical energy during the explosion.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll kill you first and then find a way out!"

At this time, some of my friends couldn't control their anger and wanted to attack the chief attendant. The feeling of being plotted against by others was really terrible.

"What if I die? Thousands and millions of me will grow out of Your Majesty's hands. Humans? Strange creatures? In the final analysis, they are just special energies."

The chief attendant laughed even more wildly and said some incomprehensible and profound words, but one thing was very clear.

He is not afraid of death.

It can be seen from the fact that he was guarding the Knuckle Corridor alone that he needed to make sure that his trap would trap Zhong Xie and his group to death here.

The seventh floor is closed, and it is impossible for any creature that does not have the ability to travel through space to leave.

Unless someone in the outside world opens a way for them, that way will probably be like...

Same as before.

The head attendant blinked and looked at the heavenly road that appeared out of thin air through the corridor in disbelief.

A road emitting a faint light, carrying the fresh and never-closed smell of freedom.

The appearance of this road immediately calmed the friends who were already depressed. They shouted, "Sister Shui is here, go home, go home," and then rushed to the road.

I don’t know whether they are too careless or Sister Shui is just so trustworthy, but everyone in the circle of friends stubbornly believes that this was Sister Shui’s rescue.

Sister Shui is here, and she’s tired from playing, so let’s go home.

Friends firmly believe this.

Perhaps it is because these guys will never really die. Even if they fall into the turbulence of time and space, they can use the power of Sister Shui to grow again from other bodies.

Lively.

After the first few friends walked onto the road and disappeared onto the seventh floor, the first person to leave poked his head back and looked at Zhong Xie: "No threat, the second floor is at the other end of the road, come on."

Then he looked at the head attendant with an unhappy and disdainful look: "And you, come out too, that guy said don't keep anyone on the seventh floor."

So the friends lined up in a long line, walked along this road like elementary school students returning home after a spring outing, and left the seventh floor happily.

"Let's go. Although I don't know what exactly happened, it seems that there is no problem." Qi Qiliu shrugged, as if he was already accustomed to this inexplicable situation.

He could guess that something had happened between Sister Shui and the source of the venue, but the confrontation between top-notch ghost story abilities was often extremely abstract.

It's not a wave, ordinary people can't understand it at all.

Zhong Xie and Kuster looked at each other. They believed in their friend's judgment, so they left the seventh floor with doubts.

Finally, it was the chief attendant. He gritted his teeth and wandered alone in the corridor on the seventh floor for a long time.

The entire seventh floor was empty, with only knuckles scattered all over the ground and signs of destruction from explosions in some areas, just like the scene after a carnival party ended and everyone had dispersed.

Finally, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and embarked on this path.

He is not afraid of death.

Yes, never afraid.

-

The person standing in front of Zhong Xie now is an energy entity covered in golden light and emitting an inexplicable peaceful aura.

It has a human form and a pure white face, as if it was carefully carved by the best Greek sculptor, extremely perfect.

Just by standing in front of Him, Zhong Xie felt a sense of peaceful belonging.

so good.

The breath of kindness made even this little mouse in the gutter feel like he was in a spring breeze and felt extremely comfortable.

Seeing the chief attendant walking out of the passage on the seventh floor, the energy entity smiled gently and closed the passage at the same time.

In front of us is a super large box that can accommodate 70 people, with nearly 10,000 people gathered here.

Is this the essence of the venue’s origin?

Zhong Xie looked directly at the Origin Ghost Story. He thought he would feel dazzling like seeing the scorching sun, or even be blinded by the light, but that didn't happen.

The roots of the venue are as gentle as the rising sun, powerful but not sharp, full of hope and vigorous.

"Your Excellency... did you succeed?"

The chief attendant was ecstatic at first, and then crawled all the way to the front of the source of the venue, as if he wanted to kiss the feet of the energy entity to show his submission and submission.

The energy entity bowed slightly and helped him up, then nodded and said, "Yes, I succeeded."

Hearing these actions and words, even the chief aide himself was extremely confused and looked flattered.

He remembered that the Lord in the past was not like this...

Friendly.

Is it because he completed the task perfectly that he received the attention of His Majesty?
"Thanks to you, I have received the kindness of all people and completed the ascent with a special energy. I call it 'merit'."

The energy entity looked at Zhong Xie with a smile on his face.

Zhong Xie: “???”

He doesn't understand.

He seemed to understand, but he didn't.

What this root story means is...

He tortured nearly ten thousand people using this method, and He accidentally saved ten thousand people, so He really became a saint?

It's not my business?

Don't make it seem like I'm some ultimate devil who tortures ten thousand people casually.

But after this origin ghost story was promoted, it is obvious that even the character design has changed, right?

Is this what happens when you successfully ascend the ladder through “merit”?
Zhong Xie felt a warm feeling in his heart and recorded this discovery in a small notebook.

He seemed to have discovered an incredible secret. There was actually a small switch hidden on the body of the source of the ghost story, the kind of switch that would cause a drastic change in its temperament once pressed.

Hey.

"However, I feel ashamed to receive the kindness of ten thousand people, so I will do ten thousand good deeds to strengthen myself and make my merits complete."

The energy entity lowered its eyes, like a god or Buddha who truly has compassion for the world.

He said leisurely: "I can go to hell and save tens of thousands of people."

"You are going to become a Buddha." Qi Qiliu in the crowd couldn't help but complain, and then he shut up.

The energy entity shook his head and said, "Buddha is formless, but I am formless. Why bother becoming a Buddha? It is better to become myself."

He sighed deeply and tapped his fingers.

In the eyes of everyone, the original space on the seventh floor reappeared, but it was constantly being compressed by energy entities, gradually turning into a strange marble with a black base and colorful colors.

"This is my sin, and I know it."

In a flash, the circle of friends and Zhong Xie found themselves outside the stadium. Outside was a vast snow-capped mountain and corpses scattered all over the mountains.

It seemed as if this place had experienced a war, and it also seemed as if it was experiencing a war.

Zhong Xie narrowed his eyes. He saw a supernatural storm sweeping over the other side of the mountain. Then the corpses on the mountain stood up one after another and followed the instructions from the unknown to engage in a new battle.

No harm?

I think I saw this in the news on the venue’s computer. Are they coming to the West?
"go."

The energy entity turned around, and the concentrated space marbles contained extremely terrifying resentful energy.

As the marbles shot out, the mountains disappeared out of thin air, and all the corpses within sight disappeared.

But this is not what Zhong Xie is concerned about.

He looked at the back of the energy entity, his eyes unconsciously glazed over and his mouth slightly open.

I saw a face of Sister Shui growing behind the head of the venue.

At this moment, Sister A Shui raised her eyes and realized that Zhong Xie noticed her presence, so she pursed her lips and made the sound of "hush" to keep quiet.

Zhong Xie: “…”

No, what is the concept of "face behind the head" in your circle of friends?
He finally understood why this origin ghost story suddenly succeeded in ascending the ladder and even changed his nature. It turned out that behind every successful man there is such a woman who silently supports him?
　Tribute to the concept god A Shuijie

　　
　
(End of this chapter)