Time passes by little by little, and it is the night that falls directly into the daytime, but now there is no concept of time.
Yu Xing sat on the table closest to the kitchen stove in the food room, crossing his legs, leisurely supporting his chin, staring blankly.
Behind him, it was sometimes crowded and sometimes empty. When it was crowded, the corpses of the wizard believer who was killed by him had not had time to dissipate with the curse, and when it was empty, all the corpses disappeared just in time.
He had killed eight believers while staying in the cafeteria, all of whom came to check the situation alone, and most of them responded consistently. It seemed that in the minds of those wizard believers, the power given by the Wood God is everything. As long as the Wood God is still there, no one can kill them.
This is the ignorance that remains persistent in their blood after wisdom is rediscovered.
Faith is something magical that can make reason crazy and wise men become idiots.
The ghosts wandering in the cafeteria changed batch after batch. Most of the ghosts would come up to test Yu Xing first, and then change their targets to other believers.
Believers and ghosts both lost a lot in their battles with each other. Unfortunately, the number of believers is limited, but ghosts are constantly rushing from the black fog.
——Yu Xing said before that the black fog isolated the underground city and the outside world, making it impossible for everyone to travel through time. This is actually not very rigorous, because ghosts can still come and go as usual. After all, they are like materials being sent, without much reason, and their bodies are completely composed of curses, which is closer to the structural concept of the ghost tree itself.
Believers can also realize this, and this is the ultimate reason why they have some concerns about ghosts.
Can they kill a ghost, and can they kill thousands or tens of thousands of ghosts? Although the number of ghosts that exist in the underground city at the same time is basically the same as that of the wizard believers, there are no ghosts to kill.
There was no light source in the darkness, and everything was shrouded under a thick gray-black gauze. Yu Xing became more and more bored and gradually began to complain about why there were so few believers coming to the food room.
Even three or four of them are more interesting.
Perhaps because the Underground City was like his home court, his luck suddenly improved. He would do whatever he said. He just muttered and complained, scared away a ghost that was close at hand, and immediately several different footsteps came from the door.
Listening to this sound, there are at least five people.
Yu Xing was excited and immediately stood up and hid in the shadow beside him. His eyes were like hungry wolves seeing flesh, staring at the door luminously.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, several wizard believers who were still in the shape of a person who was still in existence walked in together. Under Yu Xing's peeping, the ghosts in the food room attacked them one after another.
A spider-like ghost hanging on the roof made the first half of the food room into a cave with dense webs. During the period when Yu Xing was resting, he laid many ghost eggs, each of which was wrapped in a deformed spider larvae.
This spider ghost can be regarded as a particularly powerful part. Other ghosts are far away from it. When the believers come in, except for the vine ghosts that are clinging to the wall and being thorned by thorns, so they can control the vines, other ghosts cannot find the angle of attack and can only let the spider ghosts play.
"How come there are so many that have not been cleared out?" The believer who walked in made an impatient and irritable remark, which sounded full of energy, but his mental condition was not very stable.
Just like the mentally ill patient with mania, he is nervous, and he will slash someone with a disagreement.
"Maybe new ones may come after clearing it." The one who talked to the neurotic believer was a female believer. Her voice was much calmer, but she also seemed more cruel.
"These ghosts are so disgusting. Why didn't Lord Wood God destroy all the garbage when he created the world?" He was still the neurotic believer. He clearly saw the dense spider webs, but he was still full of confidence and even shouted loudly.
Yu Xing wanted to laugh after listening to it.
Creation?
It’s still a waste of time to create a broken village. Are these believers thinking about creating the world? They don’t ask whether the Wood God they believe in has this ability.
Their understanding of Guichen Tree really has a deep misunderstanding. Guichen Tree is better at death and curses, but is not good at creation at all. Even the lives of these believers are not real life, but bodies directly pulled from people who died on the ground.
However, Yu Xing just wanted to laugh, but the ghosts who could understand their words were truly angry.
The spider ghost climbed down from the spider web, and its huge body could almost block the entire door.
The Spider Ghost seemed to be a woman, with long black hair hanging from both sides of the face in front of her plump torso. The face was not good-looking at all. If Yu Xing described it, the Spider Ghost's face was very ugly.
This is also the appearance that Yu Xing barely saw in the darkness when he was free and had a long time to tell. A thread woven by spider silk was sewn in the center of the face, separating the left and the right face.
The eyeballs on the left face burst out, the lips were also fucked by spider silk, and the right side was more of the biological characteristics of spiders. There were three bulging spider eyes, arranged side by side from top to bottom, exuding a strong sense of horror in the ugliness.
Such a ghost is very oppressive, especially when it comes from the darkness and countless deformed spiders are suffocating from the spider web beside it.
"There is such a big guy. Everyone who came before will not be dead." The neurotic believer said dissatisfiedly, as if he thought it was a very shameful thing that these believers would be killed by ghosts.
"Don't talk so much, clean up this building and search for hiding places for aliens. If there isn't here, we have to look elsewhere." Someone from the believers who came together urged him, and Yu Xing raised his eyebrows.
Since darkness came, he rarely saw believers walking together. This five-man team seemed to be dominated by neurotic believers, but he was not led by him.
What does this mean?
It means that the neurotic believers are very strong, but they are not good at using their brains. They are regarded as guns by someone else in the team. The others in the team are led by others, and they just regard this neurotic guy as a tool person.
However, the tool man did not have such self-consciousness. He thought he was very powerful and looked down on other ghosts. However, he did not know that the believers in the team might also think in his heart - what is wrong with this person's brain.
"Hehe..." The ghost spider laughed in anger. Its laugh was really terrifying, with a special horror that was not human.
Yu Xing moved his small stool closer and wanted to sit in the VIP viewing seat.
Chapter completed!