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After all, Ueno Sanishi has a very good job and he also has a child. Although he often spends money to support the orphans and the orphanage still needs a lot of funds, he cannot let Xiaotu's living environment be too bad.

At Ueno's residence, Ueno Mitsuishi was lying on the bed weakly, his graying eyebrows furrowed, and his sword was placed beside him.

He had been learning sword since he was a child and had been instructed by a famous teacher. Although his aptitude was average, he had perseverance and determination, and through hard work and practice, he finally mastered the way of the sword and entered the realm of transcendence. He was considered a leader among mortals.

He is nearly sixty years old this year, but his health is not bad.

Practitioners draw energy into their bodies and temper their bodies like weapons. Their physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people, and they rarely suffer from illnesses. Their lifespans are longer than ordinary people. Although there are no hundreds of years old monsters like those in fantasy novels, as long as they do not die in a dispute over pride or at the hands of ghosts and gods, living to be hundreds of years old is not a problem.

Generally speaking, the body of a practicing swordsman will gradually decline after the age of sixty, which is much later than that of ordinary people.

Being bitten by a snake was not really a significant injury for Ueno Mitsuishi. He had gone through fire and water for the Akutagawa family. In the early days of the establishment of the Collectibles Association, he had suffered more serious injuries and had been to the gates of hell several times when fighting against demons and gods.

But he felt a little strange now.

Although the association's prophetic doctors had confirmed that the snake venom in his body had been removed, he always felt a sense of weakness all over his body that came from nowhere, as if this body was not his own.

He felt dizzy and his brain seemed to be swollen from being soaked in water. It was a struggle to concentrate, and he felt groggy and had difficulty thinking.

He was breathing heavily, veins popping out on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, clutching the sheets tightly.

The light in his eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and Ueno Sanishi only felt that the surrounding environment was constantly getting darker, like the deep night, like the deep sea, and even more like the vast outer space.

The familiar furniture disappeared bit by bit, the sound of rain outside the window gradually faded away, and in the haze, it seemed that there were other noisy sounds ringing in his ears.

It starts at the ears and runs through the mind.

It is a whisper, a murmur, or perhaps the bait of ghosts and gods.

It was a strange rustling sound, like the wind blowing dead leaves, but it became more and more intense. In the end, it was as if countless reptiles were crawling across the ground, their slippery skin coming into contact and rubbing against the rough soil, making this creepy noise.

"Am I sinking into depravity?"

"Why? At this time."

With a little inspiration in his mind, Ueno Sanishi tried his best to stay conscious and put the strange voice out of his mind, but the effect was limited.

He has been on the path to becoming extraordinary for many years. He is no stranger to this symptom. He has seen it and experienced it. Even his son died from this symptom.

This is - sinking.

It is the ghosts and gods in the dream mirror who throw bait to mortals, hunt for their souls, and take away their bodies.

This is also a step that every extraordinary person will experience more or less. Stepping into the extraordinary realm means being in the arena of ghosts and gods at all times. If you relax for a moment, you may die and your soul will be gone.

Ueno Sanishi was struggling on the verge of sinking, but judging from the purple light in his eyes, it seemed that his fall was only a matter of time.

Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

A worried female voice came over.

"Ueno-san, I made lunch and Usagi has already finished eating. Do you want me to send some to your room?"

This voice was very familiar to Ueno Mitsuishi. It was his "friend", Akiyama Masako, who was now taking care of the children in the orphanage on his behalf.

Ueno Sanishi opened his mouth, but only heavy breathing sounds came out. His vocal cords seemed to have stopped working. The cold air poured into his lungs, but it couldn't make him wake up at all.

"no."

"You can't let Masako in. Let her take Usagi away first!"

"If I fall into depravity, I will lose my mind and indiscriminately attack all living things around me!"

Ueno Mitsuishi knows this better than anyone else.

It is not surprising for a fallen supernatural being to do anything crazy.

Perhaps it was the strong mind that he had developed from years of sword-learning that came into play. He grabbed around with his hands and accidentally touched the sword beside the bed.

His eyes widened, and he used up all his strength. He drew out his sword crookedly, gritted his teeth, and stabbed himself in the heart with the sword.

Ueno Mitsuishi had no fear of death—he wanted to commit suicide.

If he died, at least Akiyama Masako and Ueno Usagi would be safe. He didn't care why he had fallen into depravity. This was already an established fact. There was no point in dwelling on such things.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

His arms were already trembling, and most of his strength was gone. When the thought of "suicide" came to his mind, the strange rustling sound in his mind suddenly intensified, and his wrist loosened, and the sword blade scratched across his waist and ribs, leaving a deep bloody mark.

He groaned, but the severe pain temporarily brought him back to consciousness.

"Don't come in! Masako! Take Usagi and go!"

"Quick! Don't ask why!"

"Go find Master Akutagawa! Go find Uesugi-kun! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

"Stay away from here!"

The old voice roared, sounding tragic and desperate.

Masako Akiyama is not an ordinary person. She has experienced disasters from ghosts and gods. When she heard these words, her heart skipped a beat and she suddenly became flustered.

An ominous premonition surged into her heart, and the tragic scenes of the past flashed before her eyes like a kaleidoscope. She clenched her teeth, and her eyes were filled with deep confusion and unwillingness.

But the decision she made was not stupid. She turned around and ran without looking back, went to the restaurant, picked up the hare, and wanted to rush out.

But it was a little late after all.

Ueno Mitsuishi suddenly roared in a dull roar, and a string in his body broke with a bang. Purple light flashed in his eyes. He threw out his sword casually, and it nailed on the door with a sharp sound of wind, blocking Akiyama Masako's way.

The light of rationality was completely extinguished from those eyes.

Ueno Mitsuishi jumped off the bed mechanically, lowered his head, and walked out unsteadily, but his speed was not slow.

Uenoha didn't know what was going on at this time, and shouted happily: "Grandpa, you are well again~"

At this moment, Masako Akiyama felt an unprecedented sense of crisis coming from Ueno Mitsuishi in front of her, as if the person in front of her was not a human being, but a hungry poisonous snake.

There was a flash of murderous intent in those gloomy purple eyes, but his stiff limbs were full of strength.

After just a few hours, Ueno Mitsuishi, who was infected by the snake venom, had completely lost his consciousness.

Masako Akiyama looked around anxiously, and after seeing the kitchen window, she looked at Ueno Usagi in her arms, gritted her teeth, and planned to jump off the building to save her life.

The Ueno Mitsuishi in front of him is definitely no longer a normal human being.

He had told himself countless times that if one day he fell into despair, he would run away quickly, the farther the better.

He has always been distant from me, perhaps because of this consideration.

"A group of poor people who don't know when they will die at the hands of ghosts and gods, have nothing to ask for except to stay alive."

This is a phrase that Ueno Mitsuishi often says.

Masako Akiyama never expected, or didn't want to think about, that this day would really come.

During the few seconds she was thinking, Ueno Mitsui's figure suddenly accelerated, his gray hair moved without wind, and the whole person was like a ghostly shadow. The nails of his hands flashed a dangerous purple light, and he attacked the innocent Ueno Rabbit.

In desperation, Akiyama Masako burst out with unprecedented strength. She quickly pushed Ueno Usagi behind her and shouted, "Usagi! Go!"

Time allowed her to say these words.

Then, she subconsciously closed her eyes and waited for death to come.

Maybe

For her, dying at the hands of Ueno Mitsuishi was not such a terrible thing.

She has been waiting for him for more than ten years.

Is it going to end?

In an instant, a loud bang arose out of nowhere.

The steel security door of the Ueno family flew out directly. The alert Ueno Sanishi paused, let go of the door that had been twisted into a lump of iron, and looked at the door vigilantly.

A golden sword arrived first, and then Nobuo Narumi broke in just in time, blocking Ueno Mitsuishi's way with a serious look in his eyes.

"Soul parasitism? Forced colonization with the power of the secret ritual? Is this the method used by those outer gods?"

".Through those little snakes?"

“This is going to be difficult.”

Chapter 205 Deterioration

If there is a chain of contempt among the extraordinary people, the mystics must be at the bottom and it will be impossible for them to turn over.

Not to mention the rarest ones, the ones who are born with natural abilities and are rarely seen by anyone.

Practitioners cultivate their minds, skills, and bodies, which are real abilities. Those with true knowledge pursue the truth throughout their lives, eager to use the power that belongs to humans to be on par with ghosts and gods, and have made great achievements in this field. For connectors to gain power, it also depends on whether their talents are in line with the connected heroic souls, and whether they can take on that power, which also requires a chance to awaken.

Only the mystics are like inferior products on a mass production line. They pay with faith and gain power. Of course, over time, they may pay with more than just faith, but also life and soul.

But it is undeniable that becoming a mystic has an obvious advantage: it is quick to learn and has a low threshold.

Leaving aside other countries, in Japan, as long as the chaebols, big or small, have a certain level of economic strength, they are all interested in the extraordinary path of the "mystic".

Yes, this path has huge side effects, but if the side effects can be eliminated, wouldn't that mean we have a convenient and extraordinary path that is controlled by rulers like chaebols?

You know, the endless number of extraordinary people and their activeness in recent years have become a huge mountain weighing on the heads of the chaebol political parties. Even the established extraordinary people organizations are inseparable from these two forces, but allies and subordinates are still two different identities and statuses.

Ueno Miishi is not actually in a "depressed" state right now.

He was "bewitched" by a certain ghost or god, and his mind was forcibly occupied by an unrivaled divine power, which affected his memory, his emotions, and his attitude, and would eventually destroy his memory kingdom and reshape him into an obedient puppet of the ghost or god.

There are too many ghosts and gods doing this. Any experienced extraordinary person can tell Ueno Mitsuishi's state at a glance.

Nobuo Nagisa's knowledge is several levels beyond that of ordinary supernatural beings - back then, he had also slain the demons and gods that bewitched the mystics.

Ueno Sanishi's usually kind face became ferocious and vicious, and purple light swam in his eyes like a little snake, as if it had life, reminding him that his current consciousness no longer belonged to him.

The neatly trimmed nails suddenly stretched out for no reason, becoming sharper, like a wolf's claws or a snake's fangs.

When he saw Ming Hai Xin Wu suddenly coming in to block his way, he showed no surprise or anger at all.

He simply leaped forward like a flying eagle, with the aim of tearing open Shingo Narumi's chest.

".This speed?!"

"This is much better than that fish head--what's going on?"

"Could it be that if a practitioner falls into the state of a mystic, his abilities will also be multiplied? I have never heard of such a thing!"

"tsk"