Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 232 Large Group
"...You should learn some other detection techniques; the Qi Observation Technique is useless to you."

He remained silent for a moment.

Li Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at the yellow-robed Taoist priest who was frowning and deep in thought. He sincerely suggested that the other party get his eyes fixed.

He then disregarded everything else, pointed his fingers into a sword shape, and pointed at the bottom of the pit where the still writhing, reconstructing humanoid mass of flesh and blood lay.

"Click~"

With a series of clicking sounds of mechanisms opening and closing.

The black sword box on his back is separate from the top to the bottom.

Two invisible sword lights suddenly emerged and shot towards the direction of the finger.

"Qiang——!"

"Qiang——!"

After the two sword cries, it was as if the house had just been shattered.

The humanoid flesh and blood at the bottom of the pit, along with the surrounding steel and concrete, were directly cut into hundreds or thousands of pieces.

The whole process took only a moment.

From an outsider's perspective, only two slightly different colored light bands could be seen, swirling in dazzling arcs at the bottom of the pit alongside Li Qingfeng's fingertips.

In an instant, the entire ruins were filled with dazzling sword light.

Once everything had calmed down, the two people at the edge of the pit glanced around, but their brows furrowed even deeper.

The pile of flesh that had just been roughly in human shape was now shredded by the sword light.

But it showed no signs of dying out; on the contrary, it was trembling and wriggling to a visible degree.

At this moment, a filter-like color appeared in Li Qingfeng's vision.

The few hundred glimmers of life that were originally at the bottom of the pit have now transformed into a dense cluster of firefly-like points of light, numbering in the thousands.

It was as if every fragment of the remains that he had just shattered had become a new, independent life in the next moment.

Moreover, he noticed that the vitality contained within it was expanding and growing at a visible speed.

Reflected in reality, it is a pile of things that can no longer be called "human-shaped" but rather "a pile of flesh".

In just over a dozen breaths, its volume expanded more than double.

The scattered flesh and blood, still covered with some skin or hair, grew larger as it wriggled, rolling down and covering the entire bottom of the pit.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the two, the newly formed flesh began to roll and crack open as it writhed.

Even a small, fist-sized lump of flesh twists and turns, its eyes or mouth open.

“Ee… ah… you… ya…”

A chaotic cacophony of sounds emanated from hundreds and thousands of mouths.

The chaotic, indistinguishable, overlapping sounds, carrying an eerie, trembling quality, seemed to also reveal a hint of—despair?
Li Qingfeng wasn't sure if what he was feeling was an illusion, but he could feel hundreds and thousands of gazes hovering over him.

He turned his head to the side expressionlessly, meeting Yang Ping's gaze. His eyes seemed to say, "So you were the one who thought this thing was a person?"

Similarly, Yang Ping, having understood the meaning behind that look, immediately gave an awkward smile and turned his head away.

"Ahem~ So, what do we do now?"

As he spoke, he raised his chin and gestured towards the growing, expanding mass of flesh at the bottom of the pit.

"This thing doesn't seem threatening. I've never seen a monster with such strong vitality before. Should we take it back and have someone study it?"

Hearing the questions from the person beside him, Li Qingfeng's eyes reflected the chaotic scene of demons dancing at the bottom of the pit, his gaze unwavering.

"Use the fire talisman directly to burn it completely."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the curious gazes directed at him and spoke up to explain.

"This thing may have been infected by a person. I can sense that it has a trace of intelligence. It's best to let it go."

After saying that, he put away the sword box, turned around, stopped looking at the scene in the pit, and walked towards the vehicle parked not far away.

"Also, Fellow Daoist Yang, remember to use a Yin talisman to disperse any remaining soul and consciousness after burning it. This thing is very strange; it's hard to guarantee that it won't regain its vitality even without a physical body..."

Hearing the words coming from behind him, Yang Ping had other thoughts, but he did not refute them.

He pulled a large red talisman from the cloth bag at his waist and threw it directly at the pile of bloody flesh screaming chaotically at the bottom of the pit in front of him.

With a hand seal, a clear shout rang out.

The red talisman that fell into the monster horde instantly flashed and expanded, exploding into a ball of crimson flames in the pit.

Then, a series of crackling and burning sounds rang out, and the high temperature, far exceeding that of ordinary flames, directly ignited the flesh and burned it into charcoal.

Even so, one could still hear dense, agonizing screams emanating from within the flames.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ping raised an eyebrow and without hesitation pulled out two more red talismans from his waist, identical to the ones from before, and threw them in one after another.

"go!!"

"Boom-boom-!!"

Two more sounds of flames bursting rang out, and the crimson flames at the bottom of the pit suddenly shot up several meters.

It burned fiercely in the rain, even briefly illuminating the entire block.

A few breaths later, the flames subsided.

Yang Ping then cast another cyan talisman, which summoned a violent gust of wind.

The charred remains of the pit were blown away, revealing a large area of ​​dark red underneath, where melted steel bars and rocks had fused together.

After examining it carefully for a while and confirming that there were no more of those strange flesh and blood residues, he nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, he pulled out a dozen or so yin talismans with white backgrounds and black characters, and threw them into the pit.

It spontaneously combusted in mid-air, turning into wisps of ash and smoke, writhing and churning with menacing ghostly phantoms that hovered at the bottom of the pit.

After confirming that there was nothing left, he turned around and ran towards the waiting vehicle in the distance.

"Alright! All taken care of, let's continue!"

While shouting.

Wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, he cast a bright yellow afterimage in the gloomy, rainy night as the sun was about to set. With a swift movement, he sat in the back seat of the vehicle.

The soldier in charge of driving starts the vehicle.

The group then drove deeper into the city.

……

The filthy raindrops fell, mixing with the even dirtier dust on the ground, forming a pool of black water.

Chaotic, disorderly, noisy.

"Yamen" felt as if he had been torn into pieces.

Hundreds of perspectives, sensations, and thoughts that transcend the processing capabilities of the human brain come rushing in.

Everything was like a strange, slippery, indescribable substance, coiling between the brain and consciousness.

I was clearly experiencing my thoughts being fragmented, yet strangely, I felt no pain.

Everything that defied intuition and common sense made him feel as if his soul were a flickering candle in the wind, a small boat on a stormy sea, being swept away by information and the unknown far beyond his own.

The conversation I didn't understand reached my ears, and the figures in the overlapping vision were indistinguishable.

Then came the light that filled every single eyeball.

Instantly, "Yamen" felt a cold touch passing through hundreds of bodies.

Each one of them could feel it, as if the joy of death was gushing out from every cell of their body.

For this simple-minded mass of flesh and blood, death and rebirth are instinctive.

But for the unexpected intruder into this body, the soul named "Yamen," everything was far too heavy.

In less than a second, over a hundred deaths occurred simultaneously, and in the next second, millions of new lives rose up.

In just a moment, "Yamen" felt as if he were simultaneously touching rough rocks, damp mud, cold steel, and countless "selves" piled up and congested together.

Eyes as numerous as stars rolled, a thousand throats roared, and desperate sounds overlapped and surged.

“Kill me…Kill me…”

But the faint sound of consciousness was shattered into countless pieces, and no one could hear it anymore.

"Yamen" wanted to turn his pleading gaze to the figure looking down at him.

But as you move your gaze, thousands of eyeballs refract a fine array of light, like stars.

With such limited human consciousness, it's impossible to even clearly see or distinguish even a single image printed within it, let alone see it clearly.

At this moment, the consciousness of "human" is utterly hopeless.

He wildly gesticulated his limbs, which he couldn't even count, and used every organ he couldn't comprehend to vibrate and roar.

They cursed the arrival of disaster, cursed all that was powerless, including themselves.

The indescribable writhing and overlapping, indistinguishable noises exuded the last vestige of reason's yearning.

"Let me die."

But then, they discovered something even more desperate.

At this moment, within every single cell of flesh and blood, a wave of agreement, almost instinctive, surged forth.

Those were voices that were the same as mine, yet different.

"Let me die...and then be reborn..."

But the next moment.

A ray of fire descended.

The flickering crimson flames illuminated part of the eyeballs.

Then it spread rapidly.

At that moment, he felt the thoughts emanating from his twisted body, which was being consumed by flames.

It is satisfaction, it is joy.

He stopped struggling, gave up shouting, went with the flow, and embraced the blazing flames.

Embrace death. Painless, the flames swift and intense.

He felt his chaotic and distorted senses of touch and the five senses rapidly fading away.

The burden on the soul was quickly cleared.

As the last trace of his flesh turned to ashes, Amen opened his eyes again.

Unlike the body, the soul's vision loses its color, but everything becomes clear, no longer mottled and chaotic.

Those terrifying memories seem to have been buried by the long passage of time.

Now, even just looking at the surrounding ruins brings a sense of satisfaction.

Similarly, he also saw clearly the person who helped him, a short-haired young man of similar age, wearing a loose robe.

Amon opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, but he didn't mind at all. He smiled and looked at the other person with grateful eyes.

He saw the other person take out several talismans and throw them at him.

Feeling the tearing sensation of the airflow, he looked up one last time and glanced at the sun, which was shrouded in smoke and clouds and was now blurred.

He slowly closed his eyes.

With a tearing and chilling sweep, the fragmented soul was instantly shattered and returned to the world.

Everything is settled.

……

……

"Isn't it... over?"

Feeling their soul being torn apart and annihilated, their consciousness drifted, awaiting true death.

After a long time, this question came to mind.

Opening its "eyes," this incomplete state—it was unclear whether it could still be considered the original consciousness—the consciousness named Yamen looked around in confusion.

All that could be seen was boundless darkness, and in all of this, there was nothing.

He was familiar with it; it was a fleeting moment between death and rebirth, the very essence of all loneliness and solitude.

A solitary consciousness drifts by, perhaps by some coincidence or by some inevitability.

A ray of light shone in.

That was a perspective, a view of a beach with rocks and layers of crashing waves…

…Several identical figures, covered in blood and mangled, as if they had been killed by wild beasts and abandoned on the shore, were shakily standing up.

Jet-black hair, beautiful features, so familiar it was terrifying.

"Yamen" trembled, controlling the source of this gaze.

Soon, he saw a pair of slender, fair hands trembling in his vision.

Despair, like icy seawater, quickly clung to my body.

And this vision, carved out in the solitude of death, is like the first domino to fall.

In the desperate screams of loneliness,
In the pitch-black, desolate silence of death, one after another, streaks of light quickly illuminated the scene.

The pitch-black background is like a lonely starry sky, while the points of light that shine like stars spread rapidly.

Wait until you open your eyes again.

"Yamon" saw the whole of Tokyo, the whole of Yinghua Island.

Countless images assaulted my consciousness and challenged my reason every second.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The streets were chaotic and dilapidated.

A beautiful young girl with flowing black hair and spotless clothes suddenly tilted her head back and let out a frenzied and chaotic roar.

And this seems to be just the beginning.

Soon, roars echoed from every corner of the city and from every corner of the country.

The next moment, they moved.

Some ran to the side of the burning wrecked cars, while others leaped into the chemical plant.

More often, they ran around haphazardly, leaped off tall buildings, jumped off cliffs, or simply slammed into the ground and walls.

The largest number of individuals are those located near the sea surface.

They rushed out of the city in droves, screaming and shouting in chaos as they frantically ran toward the nearest shore.

Tens of thousands, millions, tens of millions, countless numbers of people rushed out from all parts of the city.

Long, black hair swayed, forming streaks of dark water that surged toward the sea.

soon.

"Plop—~"

Amidst the splashing sound, Tomie, the first to reach the shore, leaped into the surging sea without hesitation.

And then, more figures followed closely behind.

"Plop...Plop..."

The dense splashing sounds were like sand being thrown onto the water's surface, instantly scattering the surging waves of nature back into the water.

This was a frenzied, death-seeking celebration, and every Tomie happily, even actively, joined in.

Under the chaotic moonlight, the cliffs along every stretch of coastline.

Some managed to fall into the water successfully, while others were unlucky enough to crash onto the rocks halfway, their flesh mangled and bloody, but they still dragged themselves towards the sea with their twisted limbs.

If it dies, it lies still for a while, and after more individuals grow from it, it continues on its way.

This huge commotion quickly alarmed the state apparatuses of both sides that had come ashore.

However, after trying various methods, they found that communication was impossible, and even prevented.

Before long, the coastlines were filled with people like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Once swept away by the sea, none of the Tomie will struggle.

The first group of people who drowned have already floated to the surface and been washed back to the rocky shore by the waves.

The stiff limbs after death, intertwined with the long black hair soaked in seawater, had already piled up a layer of "Fujiang" algae on the beach and sea surface in just a few minutes.

Before long, the native inhabitants of the sea, a school of carnivorous fish, approached.

These unfamiliar things, emitting the aroma of food, puzzled these simple-minded creatures.

But soon, after confirming that there was no threat, they boldly approached one by one.

Smaller fish work together to drag and bite, while larger sharks simply open their mouths, grab a fish, and swim back into the sea.

News travels fast in the sea, and more and more schools of fish gather, including many omnivorous fish that risk coming to join the festivities.

The crowds that had gathered on the shore like dumplings gradually thinned out, and the seaweed tide that had accumulated below was being cleared away quickly.

The waves on the shore were gradually stained pale pink by the blood.

Hair and debris, torn to shreds and uneaten by fish, were swept up by the waves and tangled into large clumps of debris.

Some of these things also became nests and food for fish and shrimp in the sea.

In the seawater filthy with blood and bits of flesh, Tomie, who was not quite dead yet, was devoured by a ferocious school of fish.

This was a feast that delighted both sides.

However, at this banquet, the distinction between food and diners was not so clear.

Initially, some of the fish that were feeding began to twitch and slowly sink to the bottom of the sea.

A shark's teeth twitched, trying to vomit the food that was making it uncomfortable, but nothing came out. It could only sway and twitch as it sank downwards.

Inside its body, far more dramatic changes are quietly taking place than on its surface.

The flexible fish skeleton begins to grow large white patches from the inside out, which are the hard skeletons of terrestrial mammals.

The flesh between the gills and muscles swelled, growing into twisted lungs, and the organs inside the abdomen began to writhe erratically.

A second heart and a third set of digestive organs filled the fish haphazardly, causing its slender body to swell violently, as if it were about to burst.

Before the fish skin, torn by the squeezing, could bleed, more flesh began to wriggle, growing pale skin.

When all the changes stopped, a shark with human eyeballs and hair growing on its side, and three slender feet growing from behind, appeared.

Trembling, it used its hind legs to push off the mud and sand, swimming up from the sea surface, seemingly unaware of anything, and began to continue its unfinished feast.

And this is just one of the silhouettes beneath the sea surface.

It was like a bizarre ritual.

The fish devoured and were devoured, trembling as they fell, then the twisted monster brushed past the falling fish, back and forth.

Gradually, within each individual, the consciousness, already filled with madness and chaos, seemed to receive new information and blood, and expanded violently.

"Foraging...reproducing...migrating...building a nest..."

The simple thoughts that came from countless fish, shrimp, and crabs rushing to the banquet merged into a frenzied consciousness.

This further diluted the part that belonged to "humanity," which was already fragmented by various information.

But it is precisely because of the simple, repetitive thinking of these thousands of marine creatures that all complex information is purified.

A consciousness, based on the fusion of tens of millions of thoughts and information from beasts, humans, and monsters, rises from the chaos.

The human soul that was originally named "Yamen" was the most fundamental and core element of all of this, essentially the skeleton that connected everything.

Whether they are still alive or not, perhaps no one knows.

Perhaps it only exists in the feeding habits of some marine mammals, living in every nerve reflex.

It is a fish, a monster, food, or even seaweed and coral.

It probably deserves a more suitable name.

"Large group..."

(End of this chapter)