Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 300: Conscience

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The huge monster disappeared into the fog.

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief, and then... regardless of traffic rules, a large number of cars began to turn around.

The already congested street immediately became a mess.

When chaos occurs, people who claim to be civilized are actually no better than a flock of sheep.

Order and rules are like a fragile piece of paper that can be easily punctured.

When the monsters just cast their shadows, chaos quickly spread throughout the city.

Accompanied by an inexplicable explosion.

Someone crashed a car, and then more people and more cars!
Traffic is completely paralyzed!
Countless people escaped from the vehicles, only to be run over by other cars.

Some people quickly escaped from the main road and ran towards the residential area. Then the place became a chaos with shouting, yelling and children crying, all mixed together in the fog.

The night, shrouded in fog, seemed to have no end.

But how can there be an endless night?
No matter how powerful that TV is, it can't take away the sun's radiance.

Time is long, but it always flows.

Although the night is dark, it will eventually fade away.

Night had passed, but the thick fog that enveloped Beast Ear had not dissipated, but instead became even thicker.

The fog in the daytime reflected a bleak white.

When your outstretched fingers touch the water vapor in the mist, you will feel a chill that seems to penetrate deep into your bones.

The monsters that shuttled through the fog would occasionally let out some ferocious howls.

But that seems to be the end of it.

The entire city was blocked.

Many people have tried various ways to escape, but have not succeeded.

Whether you are taking a helicopter or driving a yacht, you will just be spinning in the thick fog.

Those high-ranking tycoons were also restricted to this city and were no exception.

Except for a very small number of top chaebols who knew some inside information in advance, the wealth of most of the so-called small chaebols seemed to be of no use at this time.

Some people groped their way through the fog, cautiously returning home, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Of course, they also exchange information on the Internet and vent their fear and resentment.

This society, which was already depressed and even somewhat desperate, seemed to have been pushed to the brink of collapse because of this sudden change.

There are also some young people who are already desperate about the future, but now they choose to rush to bars and nightclubs, wanting to have a final carnival before the end of the world.

They have no more scruples!

Of course, an outburst of anger and resentment would not be just this 'gentle'.

More people, under the cover of the fog, choose to expose their true nature; their human side completely disappears, and their animal side is completely revealed.

The occasional roars coming from the fog and the cries of some women are the best evidence.

Before that horrific TV set started the blood sacrifice, the people here had already started to panic.

Above the waters of South Korea, the warships that were transferred from the island country’s military base have stopped not far from the coast.

As long as any result they don't want to see occurs, these warships will fire in unison and use artillery fire to plow the animal ears into the ground.

The netizens with animal ears who saw those warships on the Internet were immediately broken down.

They had expected the bad guys to save them, but the reality was that the bad guys would deliver the final blow without hesitation.

In a high-rise residential building in Seocho District, the curtains on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly drawn.

The lights in the room were originally adjusted to the brightest, but after flickering a few times, they suddenly lost their support and dimmed completely.

Song Cailing gritted her teeth and her body kept shaking.

This is not her home. She was separated from her parents and younger brother in the congested and chaotic road last night.

Later, she was discovered by a senior from the same company who had already debuted and was brought back to this apartment.

Then, the senior in the company, who had been very kind and gentle in the company and presented an image to the outside world as a gentle and caring big brother, suddenly tore off his disguise and attempted to do something very bad to her.

He wanted to eat Song Cailing...in the truest sense of the word.

As for the carnival of men and women before the end of the world? He no longer had that function. He just wanted to return the brutality and cruelty that women had inflicted on him to another innocent woman before the end of the world came.

Then Song Cailing, who had been prepared, stabbed the other party several times without hesitation.

Now, the body of that senior was still lying in the bathroom, with the last trace of arrogance on his face.

It’s not that Song Cailing didn’t want to leave the apartment and escape from the murder scene, but the situation outside was simply too unclear.

Maybe even more dangerous.

She had already called Qiu Chuji, but she had no idea when the mysterious old man would arrive.

As for notifying the parents?

Song Cailing didn't think that telling them this at this time would be of no use other than making them more anxious.

At this time, my parents and younger brother were just temporarily staying at the home of an acquaintance they knew.

As for returning to their own home in Shou'er, it was impossible. After all, when they came out of their home, the fog was not very deep. It was only after they ran for some distance that the fog blocked the entire city.

Under the cover of fog, the roads were blocked due to frequent traffic accidents.

It was impossible to drive home.

In a big city with tens of millions of people, it is not easy to return home on foot after running a certain distance.

Those buildings that look similar are very confusing in the fog.

There were some strange noises coming from the bathroom, first the sound of dripping water, then the sound of glass being scratched.

Just like that dead predecessor, he would crawl out of hell at any time and take her into hell with him.

Song Cailing tightly held the knife in her hand and kept repeating the calming mantra that Qiu Chuji taught her.

This can only serve as a comfort.

Of course, Qiu Chuji also told her that now was not the time for weirdness and monsters to really erupt.

So no matter what you see or hear, as long as you stay calm, it won’t have much impact.

At this moment, the real danger is still people.

Fear and despair will release and amplify the evil that already exists in people's hearts.

Even though I know they are all fake, I can't take them seriously.

However...it's really scary!
She felt hungry, and even more so, she could feel the cold air lingering around her.

Something was tangling around her ankles and wrists in the dark shadows. The power system was down.

In just one day...

This shouldn't happen, but such horrible things are happening in this country, in this city...what else shouldn't happen?

Song Cailing took out her mobile phone and refreshed the page of the social software.

The signal is not very good, but someone still updated it.

A short video circled for a long time before it was finally opened. A beautiful girl with short blond hair and a belly-revealing T-shirt was lying in the arms of several strong men, stretching out her hands and making a scissors sign. The caption read: "I need someone to protect me. There are still vacancies. Sign up for KKK now! (6/12)."

The home address is also indicated below.

Song Cailing cursed inwardly.

Although she has no plans to debut, her teammates who were originally preparing to form a group suddenly posted such a video on social media. How will others think of their group?
In South Korea, although theoretically only groups that have debuted will be officially exposed in the media, some online and offline promotions have already been operated and carried out in advance, but the members are not fixed.

She could imagine what kind of scandals would be spread about her if she didn't die this time.

If he really died...his ashes would be so dense that even if they were scattered into the sea, they wouldn't be able to be washed away.

Song Cailing commented without hesitation in the comments below.

Then she was blocked without a doubt.

Continuing to scroll down, she found that many of the people she originally thought were cute and kind, did things at this time that were inconsistent with their original personalities, and even posted them openly on the Internet.

Is this really the end of the world?
Song Cailing did this without any calculation. She still had hope in her heart. She expected the old man to come and save her, and she also believed that the old man would definitely save her.

As for the others, although it was only less than a day and a night, they had almost collapsed.

This is the limit of most people's psychological endurance.

When there is no hope, no matter what you do, it won't seem strange.

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After Qiu Chuji comforted Song Cailing, he was indeed rushing towards where she was.

There's nothing he can do now anyway.

Unless he can fully unleash his spirit and completely unlock his powers.

But even if Tian Yuzhi's energy was extracted, it only slightly replenished some of the energy consumed by Qiu Chuji in the previous few times of refining the weapon. To unlock it... it's not that easy.

However, as the erosion of reality by the TV set deepened, Qiu Chuji did feel the seal loosening. At this time, he was able to use the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Goose Skill to travel. Without using the flying sword and account book, Qiu Chuji had more means of response.

At first, he couldn't use his true Qi, his primordial spirit, and many other extraordinary methods because this world 'didn't recognize' them.

However, the television has overlaid a fictional worldview on the city of Beast Ear. Even though the five elements are not complete and have not been unified, so that the ability of the illusion to influence reality is not complete, extraordinary rules have been written into this city.

Those monsters, evil spirits, ghosts, gods... they are all extraordinary!

Since they can do it, why can't Qiu Chuji?

As the influence of television deepened here, Qiu Chuji also benefited and was able to display more of his abilities.

This means that if television fully covers reality, Qiu Chuji's power will be completely unleashed.

However, when that time really comes, it is still unknown whether Qiu Chuji will be better or the TV is more mysterious and difficult to grasp.

"Master! My power has recovered 30%." Yang Guo shouted to Qiu Chuji in surprise.

"Thirty percent? Are you that weak?" Qiu Chuji asked in surprise.

“Uh! How much have you recovered?” Yang Guo asked indignantly.

"About 2 or 3 thousandths?" Qiu Chuji was not sure how to measure it specifically, because strength is not something that can be simply determined by addition, subtraction, multiplication or division, and it cannot be simply determined by the amount of skill one has.

For example, Qiu Chuji, who has twenty years of experience in martial arts, can cut a huge rock in half with one sword.

But with a thousand years of experience, is it true that Qiu Chuji can only split mountains?

not like this!
This not only includes changes in power, multiple qualitative changes, and the enrichment and application of means, but also changes in rules that can be leveraged by using principles and skills.

The numerical value is indeed a reference for intuitive expression.

But practice is actually more philosophical.

After hearing what Qiu Chuji said, Yang Guo was silent for a moment, and then he understood what Qiu Chuji meant.

It turned out that Qiu Chuji was saying that his power recovered too quickly...which was already 30%.

"Master, if you recover, can you prevent this disaster?" After a moment's silence, Yang Guo suddenly asked Qiu Chuji.

He was hesitating whether to say this.

Because this sounds wrong.

He had compassion in his heart, but was powerless, and then he threw the problem to Qiu Chuji, as if forcing the master to make a choice.

But then he thought again, if he didn't even want to take the responsibility of bearing this little inner condemnation, how could he ask Qiu Chuji to help him remove this misery from his head?
Qiu Chuji paused for a moment and grabbed Yang Guo: "Be careful! You almost hit a drone."

Pulling Yang Guo up onto a lamp post, Qiu Chuji waved his sleeves to clear away a cloud of mist.

Beneath the fog, the filth of sin is revealed.

The body of a little girl was lying on the grass with her lower body in disarray. There were dried blood stains and scratches on her young cheeks.

"Do you still want to save them?" Qiu Chuji asked Yang Guo.

Yang Guo’s teeth were grinding so hard that the bandages on his face were about to burst.

"There are always people who... do not deserve death!"

“There is always someone...who is innocent!” Yang Guo lowered his eyes, not as if he was trying to convince Qiu Chuji, but as if he was trying to convince himself.

Qiu Chuji waved his sleeves and sent out a palm force, which created a big hole in the ground and temporarily buried the girl's messy body.

"Do you still need to hesitate?"

"Of course we need to save him!"

“When we see evil, we feel that there is only evil in the world. Then it is not the world that is evil, but our own hearts.”

"Yang Guo! When we Taoists walk in the world, what we want to save is never the world, but our own conscience."

"If you are worthy of your conscience, you are worthy of everything!"

After Qiu Chuji finished speaking, his sleeves were filled with wind, and he used his sleeves to control the wind for the first time in a long time, then he rose up into the air and touched the sky.

He wanted to give it a try first to see what the limit of this fog that seemed to block the sky and the earth was.

Qiu Chuji's figure, like a giant bird, circled nine times in the sky. He used all his skills and techniques to the limit, and finally touched a limit.

Slowly falling from the sky, Qiu Chuji's expression was solemn, but he nodded at Yang Guo.

A burst of surprise immediately flashed in Yang Guo’s eyes.

“Grandmaster! Is there anything I can do?” Yang Guo asked hurriedly.

He wanted to do something without looking like a mere figurehead.

"Black dog blood, boy's urine..."

"No! Go get some coarse salt, incense ash...anything that fits the South Korean exorcist style, try to collect as much as possible."

"After some time, we two will have a good fight with it!" said Qiu Chuji.

(End of this chapter)