Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

When the first section of the main index spine lights up, all windows on the zero shore narrow simultaneously.

As the second quarter begins, the exit of the prison field starts to reverse.

Before the third section had fully awakened, the more than 300 million voices in the White Ink Sea were forcibly categorized into the same type of "clearing echo." The distinction between the blue leaves, the memory-touching palm, and the invisible storm quickly disappeared from the index.

The catalog stands below the spine, its three layers of scrolls missing, yet it continues to spin at high speed.

"Cross-field exceptions will be recompiled after one hundred index ticks."

"At that time, there will be no more site-by-site clearing."

"Same type of error, reset to zero."

The filing shelves have no day or night.

At that moment, countless observers simultaneously saw a white line longer than the Milky Way appear in their own sky. The white line was like the coldest beam of moonlight on a winter night, illuminating every step of the journey of all beings from birth to death as a thin sheet of paper that could be cut.

The chariot unfolds its guiding divine patterns.

"More than 7.62 million people have been confirmed to be willing to receive warnings."

Those who refuse to be contacted are excluded.

"The number of those who have not yet responded cannot be counted."

The questioner asked:

"Should we invite everyone to participate in the war?"

"No."

Lin Chuan looked at the spine.

"Only send it who it wants to clear and when it should start."

"What if they don't come?"

"Everyone defends his own position."

"What if someone supports re-editing the archives?"

"Make the costs clear as well."

Sucha did not add "Linchuan needs reinforcements".

He sent the original words of the book, the revised countdown, and the verifiable consequences to each window that had agreed to receive the information.

The first batch of responses came back quickly.

With the observation window closed, they decided to hand over the cross-field anomaly in exchange for self-preservation.

Some civilizations believe that a unified index can end the eradication of unfounded corpses and have proactively requested the takeover of the register.

The only response was a single, vulgar curse.

There was also a world of microbial communities that had been 90% eradicated, sending out a still-living spore.

The spores do not seek to enter the zero shore.

It stuck to its own index finger and began to devour the bone surface.

"I understand now."

The giant ape shouldered the iron rod.

Not everyone comes to the same place to fight.

"Everyone smashes their own prison doors."

"This time my brain works."

Zhou Kai said.

The giant ape raised its leg and kicked.

Zhou Kai was prepared; he used his broken sword to block his foot, but he was still knocked back a hundred miles.

"I'll go smash you first!"

"Ninety-seven chapters remain after rewriting."

Lu Yu reminded him in a cold voice.

Both of them stopped fighting at the same time.

Fang Mo projected the current structure of the spine into the heavens.

He did not write down a strategy, but only marked the seven key points that he could identify.

The first bone is responsible for unifying the main body.

The second bone is responsible for merging the paths.

The third bone is responsible for screening and restoring history.

The fourth bone maintains the observation field isolated from each other.

The fifth bone connects White Ink and the Archives Executor.

The sixth bone management ownership.

The seventh bone leads to the depths of the main directory, its function unknown.

"I'll take the fourth bone."

Su Cha was the first to speak.

He was skilled at guiding, but he did not claim that he could definitely break through the barriers.

"Their only responsibility is to bring those who have agreed to see each other to a location where they can see each other."

Bai Ling looked at Fifth Bone.

"I'm going to cut off the white ink supply."

"You don't recognize that evil Buddha."

Nine Ashes reminded him.

"So this isn't fighting for Him."

Bai Ling remained calm.

"I don't like corpses being ground into ink."

Black ash flames flickered in Jiu Jin's palm.

"I will go with you."

"What about Gui Jin?"

"She guarded the ninth nail."

Before the next bell tolled, Gui Jin would not leave his post because of Jiu Jin's words.

Zhou Kai chose the sixth bone.

"Ownership, that thing, should be abolished."

"I'll go with you too."

The giant ape hoisted the iron rod onto its shoulder.

"I'll only take responsibility for the parts that I agree to touch."

"Don't hold us back."

"Don't break it yet!"

Ji Lin did not join any team.

He wants to return to the prison.

Lin Chuan asked:

"Not the spine?"

"I promised them that we would cooperate until the letter of appointment was revoked."

Ji Lin handed Su Ying over to the old man.

"Now I want to ask again, are they willing to let me go into battle in chains?"

"The rewriting won't wait for you."

That's a problem with the register.

Ji Lin turned and passed through the narrow gap.

He did not use the crisis to renew an old covenant for the entire group.

Chen Xingzhou chose the third bone.

"But in restoring history, there must have been many deaths."

"This humble monk first asked them if they wished to be restored."

"How did the deceased in the file answer?"

The woman holding the baby asked softly.

"Therefore, this humble monk may not be able to bring anything back."

She looked at the death record of the child in her arms.

In the end, they still boarded the glass boat.

"I'll go with you."

"If you see Him?"

"Do not mistake those who resemble Him for Him."

Chen Xingzhou nodded.

Lu Yu walked toward the first bone.

Three hundred and twenty-five open doors unfolded behind Him.

The outline of the forty-seventh permanently closed door was also forcibly revealed by the general index, and black light seeped from the cracks of the door, unwilling to connect with the outside world again.

For the first time, the young man's expression turned extremely cold.

"I will handle the unified entity."

Xia Xuanyuan looked at the second bone.

"The road is mine."

The broken sword on his shoulder was only half intact.

The eleventh path has not been fully rebuilt after the cleanup, and He did not inquire about the odds of victory.

The child with the mirror opened his eyes.

"I can see a future."

"don't want."

Xia Xuanyuan said.

Why?

"The files are waiting for me to choose a visible path."

Lin Chuan finally walked towards the Seventh Bone.

There are no functional descriptions there.

The clerk personally stood guard in front of the joints, while the file clerk and Mo Heng were also rushing over from afar.

Are you alone?

Ji Lin stood in the narrow crevice and asked.

"Aren't you going back to ask?"

"Just asking."

"I am alone."

Lin Chuan's dilapidated furnace frame was once again suspended behind him.

The five seals and two kinds of fire that left have not all returned to their places, and the Buddha's body is still in an unnamed state.

The countdown has reached seventy minutes.

Black and gray fire first burst out from the direction of the fifth bone.

The power of Nine Ashes was far weaker than that of the White Ink Conveyor Pipe. With each thin stream burned off, the Clear Echo surged back into her divine body. Over three hundred million pain sensations, smoothed out, were squeezed into the same ball of fire, and her face instantly transformed into millions of unfamiliar contours.

"If you can't hold on, then quit."

Bai Ling said.

"Will you answer?"

"Won't."

"Then what did you say?"

"It's a reminder that you have a way out."

Jiu Jin bit his lip.

She didn't take all the pain for herself, nor did she extinguish the fire. Each time a delivery pipe was burned, the residue inside was allowed to choose its own direction: return to Bai Mohai, stay where it was, or leave through the window that agreed to receive it.

Bai Ling specifically severed the main valve that was trying to reclassify all the remnants.

The two did not unite.

One is responsible for creating the crack, and the other is responsible for preventing the crack from being renamed.

The brightness of the fifth bone decreased for the first time.

On the sixth bone, Zhou Kai slashed at the "ownership" main ring.

The blade was jolted back, cleaving a deep gash in his chest.

"This thing recognizes its owner!"

The giant ape roared from the side.

"Of course I saw it too!"

"Then how do we smash it?"

"I'm asking you about the stick!"

The giant ape lowered its head and asked.

The zero shoulder bone has not yet been re-borrowed into the iron rod; the remaining materials of the rod come from various battles. It meticulously identifies which bone rings are currently available for use in attacking the ownership rings.

Two sections of the sacred iron did not respond.

The giant ape dismantled them, and the iron rods were a third shorter.

The remaining portion, however, did not trigger the backlash of "attacking ownership with possessions" when it fell.

The main ring was smashed and the first gap was created.

Zhou Kai stared at the short stick, then suddenly disassembled the broken knife as well.

Not all materials have their own nature.

He then left those whose affiliation could not be immediately confirmed outside the bones, according to each current exchange record.

Only a rough edge remained of the knife.

The second strike finally penetrated the gap.

"Your method works quite well."

"I'm smart enough to go too!"

"Stop blowing, smash it!"

Two figures, mutually disliking each other, simultaneously rushed into the depths of the sixth bone.

The various routes did not wait for Lin Chuan's orders.

Not every report brought good news.

The 140,000th response observation field has been shut down.

A reinforcement force from another region accidentally triggered a data cleanup trap, turning the entire army into white ink.

More than 300 other venues, after learning of the consequences, switched to the registration list and began to proactively close nearby windows.

Fang Mo did not delete these bad messages.

Tonight is not a guaranteed victory in the final assault.

But the countless cages have finally freed him from having to wait alone for the pen to fall.

Yet, no sign of retreat could be seen on His face.

"Countdown to re-editing: eighty quarters."

Lin Chuan stepped onto the seventh bone.

That's enough.

On this day, the filing cabinet was still free from darkness.

More than seven million windows that lit up on their own were like night fires simultaneously ignited in a desolate universe.

There is no master order.

There is no single flag.

In different worlds, before different cages, each raised their first usable weapon.

Inside the first bone of the master index, forty-seven doors that should have been permanently closed are being forcibly pushed open by a giant archival hand.