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Time passed little by little. It was nighttime that had plunged directly from daytime, and now there was no concept of time at all.
Yu Xing sat at the table closest to the kitchen stove in the dining room, crossed her legs, and leisurely rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.
Behind him, the space was sometimes crowded and sometimes empty. When it was crowded, the corpses of the wizard followers he had killed had not yet dissipated along with the curse; when it was empty, all the corpses had just disappeared.
While staying in the canteen, he had already killed eight believers, all of whom had come alone to check the situation. Most of them reacted in the same way, as if in the minds of those witch believers, the power bestowed by the Wood God was everything, and as long as the Wood God was still there, no one could kill them.
This is the folly that stubbornly remains in their bones even after wisdom has been rediscovered.
Faith is such a magical thing; it can drive reason mad and turn the wise into fools.
The ghosts wandering in the canteen changed batch after batch. Most of them would first test Yu Xing to make sure that he was someone they couldn't afford to offend before moving on to other believers.
Both the believers and the ghosts suffered heavy losses in their battles. Unfortunately, the number of believers was limited, while the ghosts continued to pour out of the black mist.
Previously, Yu Xing said that the black mist isolated the Underground City from the outside world, making it impossible for anyone to cross it. This is not entirely accurate, because ghosts can still come and go as usual. After all, they are like supplies that have been deployed, with little rationality. Their bodies are entirely composed of curses, which is closer to the structural concept of the Ghost Tree itself.
Believers are also aware of this, which is the ultimate reason why they are wary of ghosts.
Can they kill one ghost, or even thousands or tens of thousands? Although the number of ghosts and wizard followers existing in the Underground City is roughly equal, the ghosts are endless.
In the darkness, with no light source, everything was shrouded in a thick veil of gray-black. Yu Xing grew increasingly bored and began to complain about why there were so few believers coming to the dining hall.
It would be more fun if three or four came together.
Perhaps it was because the Underground City felt like his home turf, his luck suddenly turned around, and whatever he said came true. He had just finished muttering a complaint and scared away a ghost that was right next to him, when immediately several different footsteps came from the doorway.
Judging from the voices, there are at least five people.
Yu Xing's spirits lifted, and he immediately stood up, hiding in the shadows beside him. His eyes gleamed like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, fixed on the doorway.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, several wizard followers who were still in human form and walked on two legs walked in together. Under Yu Xing's watchful eye, the ghosts in the dining room attacked them one after another.
A spider-like demon that had been hanging from the roof transformed the front half of the dining room into a cave with a dense web. During Yu Xing's rest, it laid many demon eggs, each containing a deformed spider larva.
This spider demon was considered one of the most powerful ones. The other demons kept their distance from it. When the believers entered, apart from the vine demon that clung to the wall and was covered in thorns so it could manipulate vines, the other demons couldn't find an angle to attack and could only let the spider demon do as it pleased.
"How come there are still so many that haven't been cleared out?" The believer who walked in made an impatient and irritable remark. He sounded energetic, but his mental state was not very stable.
Like a manic-depressive psychotic, neurotic, as if he might pull out a knife and attack someone at the slightest provocation.
"Perhaps new ones came after the cleanup." The one who spoke to the neurotic believer was a female believer, whose voice was much calmer, but also seemed colder.
"These ghosts are disgusting! Why didn't the Wood God destroy all this garbage when he created the world?" It was still that neurotic believer. He clearly saw the dense spider webs, yet he remained confident and even shouted loudly.
Yu Xing, listening from behind, almost laughed.
Creation?
Creating a dilapidated village is passable, but these believers are already thinking about creating the world? Don't they even ask if their Wood God has the ability?
Their understanding of the Ghost Tree is deeply flawed. The Ghost Tree is more adept at death and curses, but not at creation. Even the lives of these believers are not real lives, but bodies taken directly from the dead on the ground.
Yu Xing only wanted to laugh, but the ghosts who could understand their speech were truly enraged.
The spider demon climbed down from the web; its enormous body could almost block the entire doorway.
The Spider Demon seemed to have once been a woman, with long black hair hanging down from both sides of her face in front of her fat body. Her face was not pretty at all; if Yu Xing were to describe it, the Spider Demon's face would be the kind that was very ugly.
This was the appearance that Yu Xing barely make out after looking at it openly in the dark for a long time when he had nothing to do. A spider silk thread was sewn in the center of the face, separating the left and right sides of the face.
The left side of its face has bulging eyes and lips sewn together with spider silk, while the right side features more spider-like characteristics, with three swollen spider eyes arranged side by side from top to bottom, exuding a strong sense of horror amidst its ugliness.
Such a ghost is very oppressive, especially when it walks out of the darkness, and countless deformed Little spider rustle and crawl out of the spider webs around it; it can be suffocating.
"There's such a huge thing. Did all the people who came before die?" the neurotic believer said with dissatisfaction, seemingly feeling that it was a very shameful thing for them, the believers, to be killed by a ghost.
"Enough talk. Clean up this building and search for the hiding place of the anomaly. If it's not here, we'll have to look elsewhere." One of the believers who came in groups urged, Yu Xing raised an eyebrow.
Since darkness fell, he had rarely seen believers traveling together. This five-person group seemed to be dominated by neurotic believers, but not led by him.
What does this mean?
This means that the neurotic believer is very strong, but not very bright. He was used as a pawn by someone else in the group, and everyone else in the group follows that person. They just treat this neurotic guy as a tool.
The "tool" person, however, lacks this awareness. They think they are very powerful and look down on other ghosts, unaware that the believers in the group might be thinking to themselves that this person must have something wrong with their brain.
"Hehe..." The Ghost spider laughed in extreme anger. Its laughter was truly chilling, with a unique kind of inhuman terror.
Yu Xing moved his small stool closer, wanting to sit in the VIP spectator seats.