Chapter 363 The Wrong Spirit Attacks

After becoming the City God, it brought many conveniences to Zhou Yuan, but at the same time, everything about Zhou Yuan was firmly tied to Qingzhou City.

The most disadvantageous point is that Zhou Yuan cannot exclude everything in Qingzhou City.

The good and the bad belong to Qingzhou City.

At this moment, although these ghosts are eerie, they have also been or are still a part of Qingzhou City.

Although it is a dead part.

If Zhou Yuan has the time and energy, he can choose to punish and eliminate them one by one, but... he cannot exclude them.

However, there are some external factors for these soul bodies to reactivate.

It was precisely because of this external factor that Zhou Yuan was able to keep their lower bodies firmly outside the realm.

If he wanted to knock them away, Zhou Yuan had to radiate energy pulses again and again.

But this method consumes too much money, and Zhou Yuan cannot afford it.

On the contrary, at this moment, although it looks a bit scary, Zhou Yuan can guarantee that those ghosts cannot enter the domain and truly threaten the safety of people in the domain.

Unless...those people walk into ghosts themselves.

It stands to reason that anyone who wants to live will not walk into a ghost.

But what if they lose their mind?

Amid Zhou Yuan's anxious calls, and amid the hysterical scrolling of the screen between live broadcasts, someone looked blank and walked towards their deceased relatives step by step.

They just looked empty and calm, and after being caught behind the water curtain, they became silent again.

The onlookers are desperate and sad, but in comparison, the dead seem to be happier.

"What the hell is going on! Stop!"

"Are they possessed by evil spirits? Why are they dying one after another?"

"The soul must have been taken away by a ghost!"

…

The number of people in the field decreased one by one. Zhou Yuan stood in place, maintaining the field under high pressure, with almost no time to separate.

However, no one stopped them.

However, all those who were still sane stepped forward to stop him, but they were faced with desperate attacks like those of the enemy who killed his father.

Faced with this situation, Zhou Yuan had no choice but to release the pulse of the power of faith again and again to push these ghosts away.

"I can't worry about so much anymore... at least a few people will die less!"

After doing this, the number of people who died from the temptation of ghosts immediately decreased a lot. After some losses, the number of about 200 people who stayed in Qingzhou City with Zhou Yuan finally remained at more than 100 people.

However, this approach brought a huge burden to Zhou Yuan.

After an unknown number of times, the silver halo spread to the surroundings again.

However, the ghosts who leaned their upper bodies in the field only moved back a few inches, but were not knocked away.

Zhou Yuan... was exhausted.

Zhou Yuan slumped his back and panted tiredly.

Those around him who wanted to escape had already left along the boundary gate.

The rest are those who are willing to accompany Zhou Yuan through life and death - they are also key members of the Autonomous Association.

Among the rest, there are some media people who want hot spots rather than their lives.

However, these media people also plan to quit.

"Dear friends in the live broadcast room... Due to objective reasons, the anchor has to retreat now. After all, life is more important than money."

A self-media person pretended to be relaxed and said to the camera.

No one objected, whether they were present or spectators in the live broadcast room.

These human lives, dripping with blood, are really shocking.

And Zhou Yuan...

He sat there with his head hanging.

"You guys should go too." Zhou Yuan's voice was low.

"how about you?"

"President Zhou, please come with us!"

Members of the Autonomous Association began to offer advice.

Zhou Yuan shook his head.

"You are not stupid either. You should have noticed that I am the City God of Qingzhou City."

"The City God, whether alive or dead, cannot leave his city."

At this time...

"Clang! Squeak—"

There was a loud noise accompanied by violent vibrations, and then a giant squid arm and leg passed across the edge of the field with a heart-wrenching sound.

The last two lenses that were left immediately focused on the giant arms and legs diagonally above.

The arm foot is about three to four meters wide, and this is only the part that is close to the field.

If you move a little further away, the arms and legs will be completely submerged in the dark water, making it impossible to see the whole picture.

Immediately, someone reacted.

That thing is not a ghost or a corpse, it is a real body of flesh and blood!

That’s why it’s so terrifying!

"There are actually living monsters that can carry psychic energy?"

"What on earth is that! Is that a wall?"

"Please tell me, someone, it's actually just a fragment of the wall!"

The live broadcast room immediately exploded.

Zhou Yuan suddenly stood up, his expression and voice becoming sharp in an instant.

"Now, go!"

"Everyone listen to my orders! Leave quickly!"

——A monster of this magnitude even has a powerful physique that can directly resist negative psychic energy. No one can be its opponent!

At this moment, a person came out of the gate behind him.

It's Wu Fan.

Wu Fan pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Yuan.

"Sorry...I just found out about this."

"I can't help you much, but... I can help you close the door."

Suddenly, there was an uproar.

Whether it was the people present in Qingzhou City, or on the Sky Pier in Wuxing Mountain, or anyone paying attention to this disaster, they were all in an uproar.

Closing the gate only means one result.

Qingzhou City - completely become an abandoned son.

It will become a land of death, the city will be destroyed, and the last defender, Zhou Yuan, is destined to die.

"How dare you say that!" the vice president roared with tears in his eyes.

Wu Fan shrank when he was shouted at: "Yes...I'm sorry."

At this moment, the grinding sound filled the entire area again.

"Okay!" Zhou Yuan said decisively, "Take them away, thank you."

Zhou Yuan looked at the familiar faces around him, no longer acting aggressively, but showing a gentle smile.

"If you have a chance, come back and see me after the disaster is over."

"If... the City God's Temple has not been destroyed, I will be there."

——Or... come back and remember this pile of ruins you once called home.

…

Everyone exits in an orderly manner.

A media person asked Zhou Yuan before leaving.

"President Zhou, can you leave another camera? Please carry it with you. At least you can get some more information and data about undead creatures."

Zhou Yuan thought for a moment and agreed.

People left one after another, and the gate suddenly disappeared behind Zhou Yuan.

All the live broadcast rooms turned into darkness, except for the one connected to Zhou Yuan's chest camera.

Zhou Yuan let out a long sigh.

In the dim field, the fluorescence of faith stubbornly refused to be extinguished.

…

"Is this the only live broadcast room in Qingzhou City?"

"It seems so. Everything else is dark."

"Nonsense, all reporters have withdrawn!"

"What's the difference? This one is also black as hell!"

"Can black be the same as black? This black is because there is not much light in the field now! Didn't you find that the edges are still a little bright?"

"This perspective now...is a bit strange!"

"It is said that it was pinned to President Zhou Yuan's chest, and what he saw was almost the same as President Zhou Yuan's."

"That is to say...if President Zhou Yuan dies next...the entire process will be broadcast live?"

"Just broadcasting the death process of President Zhou like this... I feel a bit uncomfortable..."

"Shut up! Our President Zhou will not die!"

"Stop pretending like that! Didn't you people from Qingzhou City abandon her first?"

"That's right! You people from Qingzhou City left Zhou Yuan there alone to die!"

…

At this moment, Zhou Yuan felt strangely without any fear, only tiredness.

Death will not be his end, it will just be that the new home he built so hard is gone.

"Forget it...this place has already been destroyed."

Zhou Yuan smiled bitterly and murmured to himself.

"What else am I insisting on?"

With that said, Zhou Yuan finally relaxed his grip.

At this moment, the sea water rushed in from every corner, front, rear, left, right and above!

The huge impact of the water flow filled Zhou Yuan's ears, making the sound in the live broadcast room deafening!

"Holy shit! Zhou Yuan doesn't want to live anymore?"

"Letting go of the territory like this? How brave!"

"If I saw these ghosts at the scene, my legs would be weak. Let alone committing suicide with these things..."

"You can't go to heaven if you commit suicide..."

"We Kyushu people don't have a paradise! There is only a Tiangong!"

"Zhou Yuan is the City God! The City God is also an official! So no matter how he dies, there is a high probability that Zhou Yuan can go to the Heavenly Palace?"

In the live broadcast room, the audience was discussing enthusiastically.

Mixed in with most of the "none of my business" discussions were some poignant condolences.

They couldn't see what Zhou Yuan looked like, they could only see the water in front of Zhou Yuan, the living bones, the translucent ghost...

And a huge arm foot!

Those arms and legs broke through the water flow and attacked Zhou Yuan!

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

On the screen, there were screams.

The huge arms and legs directly wrapped around the camera. All the ferocious details are revealed, making everyone in front of the screen feel suffocated.

Then, the arm flicked.

Everything is turned upside down in the camera lens.

The next second, the lens suddenly burst out of the water, flipping and shooting towards the sky.

Under the gloomy sky, corpse-like beasts covered the sky.

The rain was pouring down and the clouds were gathering.

After spinning for a while, the camera stabilized.

Amidst the crackling sound of rain, Zhou Yuan's murmur after waking up from a dream came to mind in the live broadcast room.

"I...am not dead?"

A distant roar came.

In the distance, under the cloudy sky, a golden halo suddenly appeared!

Zhou Yuan's burned and bloody hands appeared on camera, and he adjusted the camera to focus on the golden light in the sky.

The golden halo is getting stronger and stronger...

Suddenly, a golden whip swept out from the dark clouds and hung down.

That long whip is four to five hundred meters long!

Just when the people in the live broadcast room were about to explode, the golden light finally peeked out from behind the dark clouds.

At that moment, the shadows dispersed.