Chapter 180: Beijing Suburbs Funeral Palace (21)

The slap came too fast and too quickly, and there was no sign before. Although the devil merchant dodged reflexively, he was completely unable to dodge and was slapped hard.

"Bang!"

He often takes risks, and he is used to protecting himself to the greatest extent. The devil merchant flew backwards without any resistance, then adjusted his posture and landed suddenly, and then he stared at the small blood pit vigilantly.

"Ha!"

He seemed to hear a sarcastic and mocking "Ha!", but when he looked over, he saw that the blood pit was still there, without any change at all, as if the two slaps he just received were completely an illusion. And Xiao Cui also stood up and looked at him.

"Just now-"

The devil merchant's face was burning and swollen from being hit directly. But there was no other injury except the swelling, as if the other party just wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Too risky."

The black widow spider puppet that suddenly disappeared just now and reappeared now was hanging by a thread and fell on the devil merchant's shoulder again.

It's not a life-and-death crisis, so she won't take action.

The devil merchant quickly regained his composure. He took many injuries to gain greater benefits from taking risks. The most serious one directly reduced his life value to zero and triggered the alienation. It was just a swollen face, which was nothing to him. If he could get it, he would make a profit. If he couldn't get it, as long as he didn't die, it wouldn't be a big loss.

But, why is Xiao Cui fine?

"It's useless. This is an illusion."

Wei Xun said lightly, shaking the small bottle in his hand at the devil merchant - the small bottle that was originally filled with pus and blood was empty in just a few seconds.

"That's right, this is not a real corpse after all."

The devil merchant echoed. Just look at the embarrassed appearance of the funeral procession. They were soaked in blood, their hair and faces were covered with blood, and they all turned into red people. But in fact, if you look closely, you can find that those blood beads disappeared out of thin air before they fell to the ground.

But even if this is an illusion, there must be related treasures.

The devil businessman was sure that it was because of this kind of vision. He had heard the tour guide of the Werewolf Alliance say that it was a trip to the Church of Ten Thousand Bones in Prague.

When the team just entered the scenic spot, countless rats carrying the Black Death virus crawled out of various white bones and skulls, rustling all over the church. They had no choice but to hide in the basement.

Some people proposed to kill rats, and some people thought of various other ways. But these rats are really infectious when they bite people, but they disappear directly after they are caught and killed.

At that time, the bishop in the team said that these were not physical rats. There were more than 10,000 human bones in this church, all of whom died of the Black Death. Their resentment condensed and turned into an existence like spiritual pollution, which was these endless Black Death rats. If you want to crack it, you must find the source.

Normally, these human bones are suppressed in the church and will not condense into spiritual pollution. There must be some inducement. They finally unraveled the cocoon and found the "rat king" in the rat group, and followed it to find a corpse embedded in the wall.

The corpse looked normal on the outside, but in the abdomen, there was a pure black baby skeleton with a rat head and a human body, which was evil and terrifying. They sacrificed several lives to deal with this baby skeleton before they finally sealed it. It is said that this skeleton is currently in the hands of an A4 infected person. After it is completely unsealed, it is a top-level horror prop.

What a pity.

The devil merchant felt a little sorry. This attraction can "artificially create waves" and create such a surging and powerful blood flow. There must be treasures hidden inside. It may be Nezha's real blood, or Nezha Ling's heart.

But the journey is too difficult, and it is really not good to make trouble.

The devil merchant looked at Xiao Cui thoughtfully. He recognized Nezha Ling as his brother, and the chance of getting benefits in this journey is greater.

Did Xiao Cui's collected blood really disappear?

Wei Xun completely ignored the devil merchant's scrutiny. He looked at Nezha Ling with his eyes and nose, and was communicating with Nezha Ling in his heart.

‘Brother, you are too stingy’

Wei Xun complained: ‘It’s just a little bit of blood’

‘You asked for a ‘little bit’, I gave you a ‘little bit’, what, it’s not enough? ’

Nezha Ling cursed: ‘Greedy children will be caught by weasels’

What Wei Xun said to the devil merchant was not completely false, most of the pus and blood did disappear after being bottled. Only three drops were preserved.

[Name: Nezha Ling’s Heart Essence Blood (Contaminated)]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Function: ? ? ]

[Remarks: Nezha Ling temporarily lends you the heart essence blood. If you cannot complete the corresponding task, you cannot take it out of the journey]

‘Okay, then give it to me. ’

Wei Xun complained: ‘I didn’t even ask for a gift, brother, are you so stingy? You don’t even want to give me a few drops of blood? ’

‘Tsk, if it’s ordinary blood, can I still be stingy? ’

Being blamed by Wei Xun, Nezha Ling said impatiently: ‘Brother, if you want this legendary blood, you have to pay the corresponding price. Moreover, this is not the rule I set. ’

After all, he still took care of Wei Xun. The devil merchant didn’t even have the opportunity to do the task to get blood.

‘You can ask me to send you, but I will only treat you like that ghost for the whole journey, or even worse. You have to pay the corresponding price for what you want. ’

Do you want to get three drops of blood for free, or have such opportunities to get props in the future?

Even a fool knows to choose the latter.

‘I also know that the brother has the younger brother in his heart. ’

Wei Xun accepted it as soon as he got along, but complained at the end: "I'm just a little unhappy. Why do we need any 'rules' to interfere with the relationship between us brothers?"

'snort. ’

Nezha Ling snorted coldly, as if Wei Xun's words had pierced his heart, and his tone was sinister: "Rules...Sooner or later, I want all these rules to obey me." ’

He is so crazy!

Nezha Ling dared to plan to send the Seven Emperors of the Ming Dynasty back to the imperial mausoleum, which shows that the friendship in his heart is far higher than the rules that would restrict them. Wei Xun knew full well that the relationship between him and Nezha Ling was a plastic brotherhood, but even so, Nezha Ling would definitely not be happy if rules interfered with it.

It doesn't matter if Wei Xun doesn't get any benefits, but isn't this challenging his authority as an elder brother?

Nezha Ling will not be able to bear this.

‘If you can’t just give me something, it should be okay to be an intermediary and introduce it. ’

Wei Xun smiled and said: "Brother, if you have a chance, you can introduce that weasel to me."

'weasel? ’

He jumped on the topic too quickly, and Nezha Ling was confused: ‘What weasel? ’

‘That’s what you said, the weasel that captures greedy children’

Wei Xun pretended to be surprised: "Brother, you didn't just threaten me, did you?" ’

this……

Nezha Ling was speechless. He was just threatening. How could a real weasel appear? !

But thinking that Wei Xun had filled several bottles of blood, and only three drops were left in the end, and he had to fulfill his requirements to get it... Nezha Ling felt a little guilty.

He has always been generous and generous to his own people, how could he be stingy!

‘Weasels... huh, I remember there were a few nests over there in Yangshou Town. ’

Nezha Ling finally said in a cold voice: "But you have to survive until then."

After saying that, his breath disappeared completely, obviously he didn't want to talk to Wei Xun anymore.

There are actually weasels.

Wei Xun smiled in his heart, the weasel that could be remembered by Nezha Ling was definitely not a mortal thing. And it happens to be in the third scenic spot, Yangshou Town.

Nezha Ling has been guarding this place for hundreds of years, and he definitely knows all kinds of rare treasures very well. Wei Xun had grasped Nezha Ling's character. He had deliberately caught him in threatening words and asked Weasel just now. In fact, he expected that Nezha Ling would tell him some secrets to make up for it.

I didn't expect there to be weasels.

Compared with other treasures, the spirited weasels are more like their enemies, but this is good news, after all, they know the enemy situation in the third attraction in advance.

It took less than a minute for all of this to happen. Wei Xun had no time to take a closer look at the three drops of blood, because Zhou Xiyang and the others had already rushed out of the alley and onto the street.

The funeral procession waiting on the street outside is really spectacular. The funeral procession was lined up hundreds of meters away, with paper figures, paper horses, paper sedans, paper cars, and even paper soldiers holding long guns on horseback to escort them. There was no one to carry them, and hundreds of paper figures, carriages, and horses stood there quietly. At first glance, they looked like Qin terracotta warriors in a tomb pit. At a glance, they could not see the edge.

There was a layer of haze in the dark sky, and the snow-white paper figures and horses turned into a dark gray, which was eerie. In addition, there were blood splatters on their legs, which made it very scary.

Further ahead, there are a dozen paper figures carrying soul-drawing flags, and another thirty or forty paper figures scattering paper money. The moment Zhou Xiyang and the others exited the alley, the statue-like funeral procession began to move. Paper money was scattered all over the sky, fell to the ground, and was quickly soaked in blood.

But soon, more paper money fell down, like a heavy snowfall, and the road the funeral procession was traveling was finally covered with a thick layer of paper money, like a snow-white road without any trace of dirt.

"Quick, leave while you can."

Zhou Xiyang said keenly that while they were throwing paper money, they moved the coffin covered with a coffin cover from the small bar to the large red lacquer bar, and turned the entire coffin around - before going out, the coffin head should face the courtyard. It is to let the deceased take a last look at their homeland.

After taking to the streets, the pole was changed. To make the coffin turn forward, it was to abandon the mundane world and move forward without any nostalgia for the world.

"Crack!"

Mia's hand was replaced by a double-clicking ruler, and with a crisp sound, the entire funeral procession began to move forward at a very fast speed - after the coffin left the door, it could no longer touch the ground or stop, and it had to be carried all the way to the cemetery without stopping!

"Woo-doo——"

The mournful music started, and after the numerous ceremonial guards, flags, and paper bundles, there were paper people holding traditional musical instruments. The sad music they played was sad and heart-wrenching. Even if I was jogging all the way forward, the tune was not out of place, but it was really uncomfortable.

Zhou Xiyang, who was closest to the drum band and holding a soul-inducing flag, suppressed the sadness rising in his heart. He first glanced at Bing250 out of the corner of his eye, made sure he was safe, and then thought to himself.

This music is extraordinary, as if it is deliberately evoking sadness and causing resonance. Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire are the seven emotions of human beings. If a paper man wants to become a human being, he must have all seven emotions.

Now it seems that Grandpa Zhi still lacks the emotion of 'sadness', does it need to rely on resonance?

After all, this sorrow is really sad.

"To die at the age of 100 is to express joy and mourning."

Zhou Xiyang murmured, as if talking to himself.

"It's joy and mourning."

A dull and old voice answered him, it was the old housekeeper who was holding a wedding ceremony in front of the bar.

Since it is a time of joy and mourning, the drum music should not be so sad. Zhou Xiyang finally confirmed his thoughts, feeling angry and laughing at the same time.

This Granny Zhi is very meticulous. In order to make the ghosts mistakenly think that she really wants to become an adult, she probably prepared all other emotions in advance, leaving only sadness. She will hide it from the world during the funeral and obtain the seven emotions naturally.

But Granny Zhi’s ultimate goal is not to become an adult. She wants to burn as a paper man to help the seven emperors of the Ming Dynasty return. Therefore, Zhou Xiyang guessed that the emotion she really lacks may not be "sadness", but another one.

But in any case, the mourning music along the way will definitely affect the emotions of the passengers, which can be regarded as a disguised increase in difficulty!

"Huh?"

As the funeral procession trotted forward, Wei Xun looked at the drum band thoughtfully.

The mourning music did not have much impact on their tour guide, but the third generation of Piao in the magic insect ball moved restlessly, which attracted Wei Xun's attention. After a little feeling, Wei Xun sensed the emotion of disgust and resistance from Piao Sandai.

Piao Sandai disgust and resistance?

If the third generation of Piao has the blood of Xiao Cui, the happy demon bug and the responsible demon bug, which makes it feel disgusted instinctively... then the "sad" emotions contained in this mourning music are probably too much.

Wei Xun soon thought of the point that Zhou Xiyang considered, but his attention was not on this aspect. Wei Xun's eyes fell on the woman holding the coffin on the right side of the pole.

When a wealthy family holds a funeral, two long white cloths will be tied in front of the pole after changing to a large pole, and the disciples and relatives will pull it. At this moment, the two people holding the coffin walked behind Zhou Xiyang, one on the left and one on the right, respectively, the old housekeeper of the Zhi family and a middle-aged woman who is said to be the granddaughter of Grandpa Zhi.

Wei Xun noticed this woman when he looked up at the drum band, because she actually had no value on her!

The third generation of Piao was in the magic bug ball, and Wei Xun could see the responsibility value and joy value of others, except for those who hide their strength. He can even see these two values ​​from the paper man.

For example, the responsibility value of the old housekeeper of the paper man is 0, and the joy value is 20.

The old housekeeper is absolutely loyal to Granny Zhi, so his responsibility value to Wei Xun is naturally 0. The joy value of 20 is a polite welcome. The responsibility value and joy value can also be seen on other paper figures with souls.

Unless those paper figures are pure paper without eyes.

This woman should be the former, and she has used a special method to hide her strength.

Is she the one who bought new clothes for "Grandma"?

Wei Xun thought to himself that the hint of "Grandma's New Clothes" on the travel ticket he got before, in addition to the 100-year-old grandmother, there is another person, who is the one who wrote that paragraph. She called Granny Zhi "Grandma", so she should be a grandson or granddaughter.

She covered her face with a white veil, and her every move contained a certain rhythm, and her posture was very moving.

This person has never appeared from beginning to end, and only appeared at the funeral. Should it be the back-up hidden by the Zhi family?

"It stinks here, ghost, you walk faster."

Wei Xun walked slower while thinking, and the devil merchant stopped and waited for him. The black widow spider slowly raised its thin black forelimbs to cover its head and complained.

It stinks? Could it be that the ‘wave-making’ is coming again?

The devil merchant was startled and looked at the ground. He saw that the thick paper money that originally covered the ground had been seeping out red dots without knowing when!

“Xiao Cui, hurry up.”

The devil merchant urged: “Let’s go to the front…hiss!”

He was suddenly stunned and gasped: “What is that?!”

Wei Xun followed his gaze and looked back, and saw a pile of building ruins suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley where the Zhi family compound was originally located!

No, no, no, Wei Xun recognized some familiar buildings of the Zhi family compound from them. They were still intact, but they were completely distorted. They looked weird and terrifying, as if someone had rolled the entire Zhi family compound into a paper ball and blocked the entrance of the alley.

Wei Xun was sharp-eyed and even saw countless pulp and paper silk entangled and stuck to the walls on both sides, like a giant paper net!

I didn't expect that even the Zhi Family Courtyard was a whole paper house! Why did it become like this, and what is it blocking?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, and a thunderous rumble like thunder came from the inside of the alley, and even the 'Zhi Family Courtyard' trembled violently, as if something behind was violently attacking it!

"Speed ​​up, speed up again!"

Zhou Xiyang whispered, Mia's ringing sound became more and more urgent, and the entire funeral procession was no longer jogging, but running forward with all its strength!

Even if he couldn't look back, Zhou Xiyang knew that something big was definitely happening behind him, even though it was far less than the quarter of an hour that the devil businessman said.

From the beginning to the end, Zhou Xiyang knew that everything in the extremely dangerous scenic spot had to be rushed ahead. The devil businessman said that there was still a quarter of an hour to make waves, so at least they had to run to Donghuamen within ten minutes, because there were bound to be countless dangerous obstacles along the way.

Look, now, less than five minutes, the shaking has already begun!

"Boom!"

Yun Lianghan's eyes twitched, and the bloodstains on his face looked even more glaring and distorted. Just when he was engulfed by the blood, a furry black shadow took advantage of the blood to pounce on his face, grabbed him a few times and ran away, which made Yun Lianghan very angry.

Especially when he heard the hotel's reminder!

[You are being targeted by the evil black cat demon! ]

Fuck the evil black cat demon, fuck it!

Yun Lianghan wanted to kill Mekel, but he couldn't do it now. It was because of the temporary title he got!

[Weakness·eldest granddaughter-in-law (temporary title): Your body is very weak, and you are most likely to be targeted by evil spirits. At the same time, your perception is equally sharp, and you can be the first to detect those malicious gazes and the approach of monsters! Please join forces with Mr. Yin Yang and others to defeat the monsters' conspiracy and escort the deceased to the funeral! 】

Damn it, it’s all Zhou Xiyang’s fault for sealing his core title, or why he, Yun Lianghan, was a ‘weak and eldest grandson’s daughter-in-law’ when he split into different camps!

She should be a ‘killer and eldest grandson’s daughter-in-law’!

Before in the alley and now on the street, it was Yun Lianghan's 'keen sense' who was the first to notice something strange, and he is the same now. But at the moment, Yun Lianghan ignores the prompts from the hotel one after another: [The evil black cat demon is watching you] [The unknown powerful existence releases hostility towards you] [The unknown powerful existence releases murderous intent towards you] [The existence staring at you has reached Four! 】

His eyes were fixed on the huge Zhijia Courtyard ‘paper ball’ blocking the alley!

"Boom!"

There was another loud noise, as if the whole world was shaking. With an ominous clicking sound, the Zhi Family Courtyard suddenly burst open, and several streams of blood spurted out. The most terrifying thing was the mist-like blood droplets it spurted out. It quickly filled the air and stained the thrown paper money red.

Yun Lianghan was terrified.

What's blocking the Zhi Family Courtyard is probably that terrifying wave of blood! Once the Zhi Family Courtyard completely collapses, the consequences will be disastrous!

The hazy blood mist fell, accompanied by a strong fishy stench, leaving a dense mass of tiny stains on the snow-white mourning clothes. Fortunately for the passengers, the funeral papers shrouded in blood mist were more or less damaged, especially the paper-tied children, which turned into paper mud the moment the blood mist fell.

The boy is responsible for throwing paper money in a basket. When the paper hits the boy to death, the number of paper money thrown away suddenly becomes much smaller and cannot cover the road, causing the paper carts and horses in front to fall into the bloody mud!

But the predicament only lasted a moment. The next moment more paper money was thrown out, and a dozen tall and strong paper figures stood up. Blood mist fell on them, but they were blocked by the green light.

It's the paper man made by the passengers!

These paper figures are taller than other paper figures and have infinite strength. They spill out large amounts of paper money high and far away. The flying paper money takes the lead in absorbing the falling blood mist to ensure the safety of other paper figures. . The remaining paper boy figures quickly poured a large amount of paper money onto the ground to cover the blood stain again. Soon this funeral procession will be running fast again!

‘Brother, how contaminated are you? ’

Wei Xun deliberately fell behind, while the Devil Merchant had already run to the safer front. At this moment, Wei Xun looked at the red and black blood, as well as the faintly crawling and squirming black alien monster in the blood.

They looked like puddles of oil, dripping and stringy black slurry, their eyes were dark and empty, their mouths were wide open, and there were suture-like black strings on both sides of their mouths.

Unable to see the male and female clearly, and with no ghostly or yin energy, Wei Xun smelled all kinds of odors. There was the stench of rotting bodies, the stench of decaying pus and blood, and a rich sadness enveloped the monsters, as if it had condensed into drops of water, or like tears. It made Hyo Sandai tremble uneasily.

Wei Xun pays great attention to details. He remembered what the itinerary said on the itinerary: ‘The pollution in the Eight-Armed Nezha City is getting more and more serious’, as well as the instructions for collecting dirty blood.

Nezha Ling's heart essence and blood are contaminated, which is definitely very serious. Moreover, this is the heart of Nezha Ling, and there are so many spiritual pollution monsters hidden there.

‘You can’t solve it. ’

Nezha Ling said impatiently: "Even if you use that strange bug, it's impossible. You'd better catch up quickly and save yourself from death."

‘I feel strong negative emotions’

Dream Chaser whispered, the Dream Chaser dragon did not appear on Wei Xun's shoulder, but was hidden in his cloak. At this moment, the dream chaser spoke in a serious tone:

'The pain, despair, sorrow, madness...it's too much for you to deal with, so leave quickly. ’

negative emotion?

Wei Xun ran with the funeral procession, but not very fast. He was still at the back, almost parallel to Bai Xiaotian.

At this moment, Bai Xiaotian no longer knocked on the wooden fish.

"They require the emotion of sadness themselves."

Wei Xun looked at him, and Bai Xiaotian seemed to think that he was questioning about stopping knocking on the wooden fish, so he took the initiative to explain: "What they want is not salvation, but release."

"What a fucking idiot."

Yun Lianghan heard the conversation between the two and complained angrily: "Don't go to the funeral until Qi Qing is saved. Isn't this artificially increasing the difficulty!"

Yun Lianghan wiped his eyes as he spoke. The corners of his eyes were bright red, as if they were stained by the falling blood mist, and his whole body was full of fierce and sad energy.

The sadness has indeed affected the tourists, especially since they were soaked in blood in the alley just now and now they are soaked in blood mist. The spirits of the tourists are not stable to begin with.

"Hey, hurry up and go to the front!"

Yun Lianghan frowned and stared at Bing 250, and said impatiently: "Are you looking for death by being so far behind? Go ahead, hurry up and get to the front!"

A big wave of blood is coming soon. If Bing250 dies here, Yun Lianghan will not have time to peel off the token of 30 degrees north latitude from his body. He will only be able to take advantage of those old shady men who hide their strength. He doesn't want to see this happen!

"oh."

Wei Xun responded perfunctorily, thinking about what Bai Xiaotian said. Yun Lianghan thought that the two of them were talking about Grandpa Zhi and the paper people just now, but Wei Xun felt that this sentence was full of profound meaning.

He looked back thoughtfully, and saw those dark and sticky monsters getting closer and closer to them along the blood flow.

The formation of negative emotions requires sadness. What is needed is not salvation, but release...

"Let's go quickly."

Yu Hehui couldn't help but urge: "At this speed, the funeral procession will soon arrive at Donghua Gate!"

Veteran travelers have experience, and both Yu and Hui can predict that if the Donghua Gate opens, the river of blood and the dark monster behind it will definitely riot. It is extremely dangerous to stand at the end!

Wei Xun stopped and picked up a few baskets. They fell from the hands of the paper children who were dissolved by the blood mist. Most of the baskets were trampled to pieces, only one or two were still intact. The paper kids can make endless amounts of paper money from this paper basket. This basket should be regarded as a special prop.

'Ohh Ohh ohh--'

Black and red pus and blood stuck to the basket. When Wei Xun picked it up, there was suddenly a mouth on the paper basket, and he began to cry sadly.

'It hurts, it hurts so much——'

The cry was mixed with a distorted and harsh howl. Wei Xun's vision went dark, and countless scenes flashed back. The moment he heard the cry, his SAN value dropped by 20 points. The sharp claws suddenly shot out and tore the paper basket apart, and the howling stopped abruptly. The paper basket turned into a pile of paper pulp, and finally turned into a drop of black liquid.

Holding this drop of black liquid in his hand, Wei Xun's SAN value dropped quickly to 5.5 points, and he threw it out. At this moment, the monsters were attracted by the cry and crawled very fast. The nearest one was less than five meters away from Wei Xun. It jumped up, swallowed the drop of black liquid, and let out a sad and painful roar.

This painful roar was like lighting a fuse, and a large number of monsters even struggled to crawl out of the blood stream, staggering towards Wei Xun. The paper money under the feet was almost completely soaked in pus and blood, and they ran very fast on the blood. This time Wei Xun finally turned around and ran away.

'They long for sadness, but I don't think they are happy even if they get it'

While running, Wei Xun was still discussing this issue with Yu Hehui.

‘Do you know about starving ghosts? ’

Yu Hehui gave an example: "Starving ghosts are eager for food, but their throats are so thin that they cannot swallow the food they finally find, and they can only spit it out." And it’s not food that can save the hungry ghosts.’

Getting what you desire does not necessarily lead to happiness, it is just driven by desire.

‘When I heard the howling just now, a flashback appeared in front of my eyes’

Wei Xun sorted out his thoughts: 'It was a little girl who was tortured and killed by her nanny'

She was too young, had no big concept of death, and had no resentment, only endless fear and sadness. It hurt so much and she was so scared. There were so many injuries on her body, and her parents were so sad when they came back.

It wasn't from the paper basket, but from the drop of black and red pus and blood stained on the paper basket.

‘Negative emotions have their origin’

Yu Hehui sighed softly: "It won't happen out of thin air."

People who are unsuccessful, people who see no hope, people who are too stressed and sink into the abyss, unable to redeem themselves. This city is too big. After so many years, not everyone has lived happily. Where there is light there is always darkness.

However, this city has a large population and is very popular, so those negative emotions should eventually dissipate. There is definitely a reason why they still stay here, even transformed into mental pollution, and even integrated into Nezha Ling's 'blood'.

Yu Hehui fell into deep thought, and Wei Xun asked about the dream chaser again.

‘Chasing a dream, how much emotion is needed to ripen an emotional demon insect? ’

‘very, very much’

Dream Chaser said that he has experience in this regard: "When I raised the Hope Demon Bug, I fed it with Hope Brigade and Hope Alliance, and collected many hopes during the journey." ’

'Later, the Hope Brigade and the Alliance disappeared, and I formed a new one... Anyway, after raising it for a long time, it has just entered adulthood and has not yet reached maturity. ’

Wei Xun nodded thoughtfully: "Nezha Ling must have a lot of responsibilities."

It stands to reason that it is not advisable to use pure emotions to induce ripening. The best nourishment is actually the emotions generated by the owner of the emotional demon insect. Such as the responsibility to Wei Xun and the hope for dream chasers.

Dream Chaser's later attempt to use the Demonic Hope Insect to build a new Alliance of Hope failed, not only because of the traitors who sneaked in, but also because the object of hope for many people was not him.

Everyone has his own hopes.

If the absorption of emotions is mixed, the demonic insects will grow slowly.

The responsibility sentiment accumulated by Nezha Ling for hundreds of years is definitely not directed at Wei Xun. If it is used to feed the responsibility bug, at least 70% will be wasted.

However, the fact is that in just one afternoon, Nezha Ling forced the responsibility bug to the growth stage, almost at the same level as the dream chaser's hope bug.

So much responsibility, what is it aimed at?

Not a lot of joy but trying to sell him some negativity?

These monsters that accumulate and alienate negative emotions...

Wei Xun clicked his tongue in his heart. He figured out where the pollution from Nezha Ling came from.

* *

"Boom——"

"Boom!!"

The muffled thunder became louder and louder, like a giant crashing fiercely. There are more and more cracks in the Zhijia Courtyard blocking the entrance of the alley, and more black blood washes out, like thousands of horses galloping in unison, with a sound like thunder and an unstoppable force. But in such a dangerous situation, the funeral procession temporarily stopped!

Zhou Xiyang walked to the front, his brows furrowed. In front of them was the closed Donghua Gate. If the paper man wants to be buried, he can only go through the ghost gate.

But standing in front of the door, they had some contradictions at the moment.

"Take the tenth intersection, that's a good place."

The old housekeeper of the Zhi family argued: "Really, if you walk ten roads, you can save more 'people'!"

There are two avenues leading to the outside of the city outside Donghua Gate, one is Shidaokou and the other is Drumming Avenue. You can only choose one.

The esophagus and the spine are obviously two completely different paths.

What the old housekeeper of the Zhi family said makes sense. People cannot digest and absorb paper. Taking the esophageal route is better for people overall! Although the passengers are more dangerous, they are strong and can protect themselves. This is the optimal solution.

But all travelers did not hesitate at all and chose the Drumming Avenue!

Because the Leigu Hutong attractions have not yet been settled, there must be corresponding task tests. This is the hotel asking them to choose the Drumming Avenue, there is no other choice.

The passengers were unified among themselves, and the paper people could only angrily agree. As the captain, Zhou Xiyang took the lead in pushing the Donghua Gate open a crack——

Then he closed it immediately.

"Get ready to fight."

Zhou Xiyang took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "Behind this door - there are monsters."

Looking around, densely packed black alien monsters were like thick oil, covering the entire 'world', and even the sky and the earth were pitch black.

In this case, you must not bring the mourners in, they must go in first to clean up the monsters!

The situation is urgent, and there are only five minutes left before the arrival of the ‘big wave’.

* *

At this moment, Wei Xun was still lagging behind, playing with a ruby-like ball in his hand.

The Nezha spirit was born from people's beliefs. He is the omnipotent Nezha and the young hero Xiao Nezha.

He has the responsibility to protect this city and the people in this city.

But he is not the real Nezha.

The enemies he fought and the monsters he fought were invisible to normal people and could not be sensed by people. But he is powerless to deal with the dangers and difficulties people actually encounter in reality.

Did he really protect the people of this city?

Those negative emotions, those resentments, sorrows and pains were not caused by him. In fact, no one would think, "Nezha save me" when they are in danger. Even if someone thought so, he would not be able to save others.

Can those negative emotions end because of him?

also can not.

He doesn't have that much joy that can eliminate the pain, and he's not happy enough. He's actually very lonely.

So what's his use?

He doesn't want these responsibilities anymore, but he still can't leave them behind. The negative grievances and emotions he collected could not be dispelled, so he could only blend them into his own 'blood', hoping to gradually relieve them with the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the people in the city.

Over the years, his pollution became more and more serious. There are no signs of improvement.

Can enough joy resolve these negative emotions?

"That's easy."

Wei Xun sighed.

The problem with Nezha Ling is, firstly, an excessive sense of responsibility, and secondly, there are too many negative emotions accumulated and collected, which cannot be digested by the blood.

This is not simple!

The devil of responsibility treats the root cause, this treats the symptoms...

Wei Xun tossed a small jewel-like red ball in his hand.

This was the emotional bomb he used to make with the help of Yu Hehui using the magic bug.

I used a whole Ximo bug!

"Brother, if I could completely cure your disease——"

Wei Xun smiled and walked towards the Donghua Gate where strong negative emotions were coming from: "This brother - I want to be the one too."