I am doing evil in the collapsed world

Yuno's words left Xia silent. Xia thought Yuno would say that Shenzhou boys were gentle or kind, but she didn't expect it was because they had the same skin color.

Is Yuno a racist? Xia doesn't know.

"How can we date if our skin tones are different, don't you think? And even our lifestyles are different, so even if we get together, it's not going to end well. I'm a pragmatist."

Yuno extended her hand to Xia, "Don't you want to stand up? I think your good friend Su should be back with the soda. If they wait at the door of the intensive care unit for too long, they will tease you when you come back."

Xia: "It seems like you treat me differently than you treat Su and the others."

Yuno: "Do you like reading novels?"

Xia stood up and went back to the ward with Yuno, "I liked it very much before."

Yuno: "Me too. I used to be a homebody, but I stopped later. I read a book."

Xia: “Oh.”

Yuno: "You wrote that book."

Xia: ".......I've forgotten the content of the book I wrote."

Yuno: "When you are young, you should enjoy your youth, not waste your time reading novels. The closing remarks of your last book told readers that you were going to school and enjoying your youth. I opened your box..."

9 Is this what my mind was full of at the age of seventeen?

Xia raised his eyebrows. It was a bit embarrassing to be called out by someone for writing words when he was seventeen and in his middle school years. But Yuno opened my box?

"I found out your name, identity, and family background. In short, I knew you were transferring to Qianyu College, so I stopped staying at home."

Yuno yawned. "I was thinking of trying to make some friends at school and leave a good impression on you, but, ah, I didn't expect that enjoying your youth meant changing schools and continuing to read novels."

Yuno was a little embarrassed. "I can't help it. My personality for the new semester has already been established and there's no way to change it. I just have to go with the flow."

Xia: "Thank you."

Yuno: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for letting me know that there were still female classmates who cared about me when I was young."

Yuno: "I should be thanking you. Although we didn't keep in touch until later, you did change me. You made me, a former otaku, have many friends and my life became much more interesting. Although I'm afraid of losing you, I think this is also a kind of growth."

Yuno: "Actually, I didn't expect you to come see me today."

Xia: "So, it's not like you didn't remember my name just now."

Yuno stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly, "I was surprised why you appeared here, but Su-san seems to have misunderstood."

Su actually introduced Xia to Yuno again. In fact, Yuno knew Xia much better than Su did, after all, Yuno opened Xia's box.

Yuno: "In short, there are still many unsolved mysteries in this world, and many people have been changed by you. At least you changed me."

Xia didn't understand what Yuno meant. It felt like Yuno was trying to summarize some profound truth.

Yuno: "The road of life is still long, don't let the territory fall, so I hope you don't give up on yourself."

Xia: "I don't mean to give up on myself."

When did I ever say that I wanted to give up on myself and give up on life?

Xia was puzzled, but his expression was calm and he spoke in a steady tone.

Yuno: "I once thought about ending it all, but your eyes can't deceive me."

After the death of his parents, he changed so much that his eyes became deep, as if he no longer cared about anything in this world. Yuno knew very well what this meant.

Xia suddenly realized, "So you think I want to die?"

Yuno: "Isn't it true that you don't actually want to come to the hospital, nor do you want to know about Honkai Disease, right? I can see that Su said he accompanied you here, but in fact you don't want to know about it, but you still came. You just want to give them peace of mind, right?"

summer:"......."

I really don't want to understand the Honkai disease, and I don't want them to accompany me. I came to the hospital to set up a formation, a formation to collect souls.

It's like I'm going to commit suicide so I'm trying to reassure my friends in advance.

Yuno: "Don't you want to know the truth about your parents' death? Sudden death from an acute attack of Honkai disease is medically impossible, but it has occurred widely around the world. There must be something behind it. The Fire Moth and the authorities know it, but we don't."

Xia: "I'll find out."

Xia said in a deep voice that he would verify this.

Yuno: "Then let's go back."

Yuno left, and Xia frowned behind Yuno, not caring about anything. Isn't that normal?

Give up yourself? How is that possible? As a demon cultivator, even a mild one, one can only give up the lives of others. If one gives up his own life, then what kind of demon cultivator is that? In the words of the master, "It would be great to be the Leshan Giant Buddha. You make the Leshan Giant Buddha stand up, and you sit down, and the Buddha's light will shine brightly."

Back in the inpatient department, Su threw a bottle of soda over. Although Xia was in a daze, he still caught it steadily with one hand.

Kevin: "Xia, you're so strong. You can even catch this."

Xia opened the soda and took a sip. It tasted sweet and felt like gas bursting in his mouth. Technology and hard work were really good.

Su: "Then Yuno-chan, we'll leave first. See you at school tomorrow."

Xia nodded to Yuno and followed Su and the others.

I once thought about ending it all. Yuno's words reminded Xia of a song that his master had hummed.

I once thought about ending it all because of the black-tailed gulls crying at the dock.

As the waves rise and fall, they disappear, pecking at the past and flying away.

It’s a very nice song, but the master’s humming of it was very unpleasant. Later, the master taught it to the eldest sister because the master felt that the eldest sister’s singing was the same as the original singer. The master clearly said that he created the song.

In addition to this song, there are many other songs. Senior Sister often sings them to Xia. After listening to them so many times, he can sing most of them.

Those songs didn't seem to have the right modern vibe, so Xia Zai was thinking about writing them down to make some money.

To make magic tools, pure gold, meteorite and many other modern materials all cost money. More than 10 million JPY is enough for Xia to live a normal life, but for cultivation, even if most of the cultivation materials are on the human body, it is not enough.

After parting with Kevin and Su, Xia walked back home alone. Although taking a taxi would be faster, Xia wanted to see the city.

There is a little more chaotic energy in the air today than yesterday. Ordinary people may not be able to feel it, but as a cultivator, Xia easily noticed it.

Xia didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. It couldn't be that the spiritual energy was really going to revive.

Xia returned home.

The chaotic energy in the air of the collapsed patient area in the critically ill inpatient department is richer, at least 15% higher than outside.

If you want to practice cultivation, that place should be considered a half-treasure land.

After cleaning the house, Xia Cai took out his cell phone and sat on the sofa. He recalled what he looked like twenty years ago and opened the photo album on his cell phone.

Xia Ben thought he could find some photos of his parents or some records of his wonderful life, but all he saw were beautiful girls wearing scantily clad clothes.

Well, there are also beautiful girls without clothes.

Xia deleted the pictures in that album and opened another one. He believed that this album should be different from the previous one. It was indeed different. This album was full of beautiful anime girls.

Xia deleted several photo albums in a row, from real beautiful girls to Furui beast-eared girls, but in the end he still couldn't find the photos that recorded his beautiful life.

There aren't even any pictures of my parents.

Looking at the empty photo album, Xia was a little dazed.

"When I was seventeen, was this all I could think of? I remember being a pretty nice person back then."

Apart from beautiful pictures, there are games and novels. I don’t have any communication groups or friends to chat with regularly. Apart from going to school, I seem to be out of touch with society.

Xia finally understood what Yuno meant. Xia thought about it and thought that if he had a classmate like this and became indifferent to the past after his parents died, Xia would also think that he would give up on himself and commit suicide.

10 A monk who has gone astray? What is going on in this world?

Fortunately, there are my parents' wedding photos and various photos taken when they took Xia on trips in my parents' room at home.

When Xia was a child, he didn’t understand why he had to travel, walk from the ordinary city where he lived to the ordinary city where others lived, and then take some photos.

However, after going to the Demonic Realm, whenever Xia thought of his parents, he couldn't find even a photo of them. Then he understood why.

The photos seemed like time had stopped. Xia touched the photos of his parents and himself collected by his parents. He hadn't seen them for twenty years, and he felt complicated when he saw the photos again.

After putting the photo of his parents back on the computer desk, Xia returned to his room and tidied it up. He had already reached the limit of his physical body through cultivation, and further cultivation would be a waste of time. Xia didn't want to stay in the room and be a stay-at-home like before.

Although more than 10 million JPY may not be a lot for rich people, for ordinary people, more than 10 million JPY is enough to spend casually at his age, as long as he does not buy too expensive things.

Xia went out. Whether it was for cultivation or forging magical instruments, there would never be enough money. Why not live a carefree life now since the time for magical instruments has not come yet?

Xia went out.

After wandering around the community for a while, he found that he was not very familiar with the community. Maybe when he transferred to Qianyu College, he stayed at home except for going to school, and never thought about wandering around the community.

Xia walked out of the community and strolled in Changkong City, the most prosperous coastal metropolis in the far east.

Crowds of people hurried past. Although it was Sunday, the number of adults holding briefcases remained the same. In the coffee shop sat some uncles in their thirties pretending to go to work, and in the milk tea shop sat some students who were out hanging out with friends because it was Sunday.

Xia suddenly wanted to try what milk tea tasted like, so he bought a cup. It tasted terrible. There were too many toppings, and he couldn't get much juice even with a straw. In the end, he opened the box and ate it all.

Big cities are always the same. After walking around the city center for a while, Xia recalled the time before he traveled through the Demon Realm.

Before he knew it, it was already evening, and Xia had unknowingly walked to the urban village area of the city.

Every big city is more or less inseparable from such places. Some cities call them urban villages, and some cities call them slums.

In fact, it was not that Xia walked here unknowingly, but he felt that the urban village seemed to have unexpectedly abundant "spiritual energy", as if it had a spirit gathering array, and the energy was richer than that outside.

Xia felt that there must be some powerful cultivators here, so he wanted to come and take a look. If he was the kind with a gentle personality, he would come and visit him. If he was the kind with a difficult personality, he would pretend not to see him. After his body was tempered, he would come and absorb some "spiritual energy" occasionally.

I believe that powerful cultivators would not care about the lack of this little bit of "spiritual energy".

Xia walked into the alley, following the spiritual energy flowing in the air, and gradually approached a small diffusion point in this huge spiritual energy group.

Xia felt that he should be a Qi-cultivating cultivator, an ordinary disciple who had not yet reached the first level.

Although Xia has not yet reached the first level, he feels that it is still easy for him to deal with a few small Qi training period people, so he is not too nervous.

After walking through the alleys and turning three or five times, Xia no longer knew where he was. The gap between two dilapidated houses was about one meter wide and six meters long, and it was a dead end.

Xia felt that he might have been hooked and he was the fish, but his spreading spiritual sense told him that there was only one cultivator around.

Xia walked out of the corner and stood directly at the entrance of the one-meter-wide alley to block the monks inside.

"May I ask... eh??? What the hell are you?"

Monk? No, not a monk.

But if he is not a monk, what the hell is this spreading "spiritual energy"?

A woman in her thirties, wearing a middle school uniform and heavy makeup, stood in the alley like a zombie, tilting her head and slowly turning it around.

With her dirty white stockings and traces of rain on her body, it seemed as if she had been in this alley for a long time.

The chin on his face had fallen off, but there was no blood. Instead, a light purple transparent liquid was flowing and dripping onto the ground.

It seemed as if there was a small stream on the ground, slowly flowing into the sewer.

The assassin turned around slowly, and after seeing Xia, his expression suddenly became ferocious, and he rushed towards him like a wild beast with his fangs and claws bared.

The spreading "spiritual energy" represents the third level of Qi training.

Everything told Xia that this was a cultivator who had not yet officially entered the stage of becoming a master, but she seemed to have difficulty even communicating with him and rushed towards him like a wild beast.

Xia couldn't see anything clearly in her eyes.

"A monk who has gone astray?"

Unable to communicate, his consciousness is occupied by evil thoughts, and he only knows how to kill. Is this a monk who has gone astray?

Xia picked up a brick from the ground, weighed it, and smashed it over. The brick shattered into powder and slowly fell in the air like mist.

The assassin's body was turned 180 degrees and his head hit the ground heavily.

For ordinary cultivators at the third level of Qi training, this kind of attack would make them lie down and wail, unable to move.

But for this assassin, it seemed to have no effect at all, and he crawled towards Xia like a vicious dog.

Xia frowned slightly, raised his foot, and dropped it heavily.

The dead soldier's chaotic breathing stopped, and his chinless head was crushed on the ground.

Xia smelled a pungent smell and silently took two steps back. His shoes were not dirty. There was no brain matter or blood in the dead man's head, only a light purple liquid.

With the death of the assassins, spiritual energy seemed to be released. The "spiritual energy" twice as high as that outside filled the alley. After ten seconds, the "spiritual energy" dissipated.