Ninety Thousand Miles Across the Weird World

Chapter 292 I Wanted to Dress in White to Help the People

But think about it carefully, human beings have homes, why can't ghosts also have homes?

Nanhai City might really be Yan Luo's home.

"All living beings are ignorant, living ignorantly, living on a cliff without knowing it. Li Jun, you are a practitioner, can't you not see it? The crack connects the other world and brings spiritual recovery. In fact, it also represents danger. "

"Your human scientists have put forward several hypotheses, one of which is that there is some kind of civilization behind the crack."

Yan Luo paused and continued.

"This deity can tell you now that there is indeed a civilization, a powerful civilization where demons and ghosts are respected. In our world, aura has recovered on a large scale, but in just a few years, so many ghosts have been born. Another world is soaked in aura. For tens of thousands of years, how many inconceivably tyrannical existences should there be?"

"The rift has not been fully opened yet, and the ghosts that can get in are all low-level existences."

"If the rift is fully opened and the two worlds collide, what will happen?"

The aura that Yan Luo spoke of is what ordinary people call vitality.

After Yan Luo finished speaking, Li Jun fell silent.

In a sense, Yan Luo was right.

In history, whenever two civilizations meet for the first time, it is always life and death.

There is no trace of warmth.

Take the American continent as an example. The Indians have lived in this land for thousands of years, but when Western civilization stepped in, they carried out crazy massacres, and the Indians were almost extinct.

"Li Jun, I think he is right. Zhou Kaiming's team has already reached this conclusion."

Long Xiaozhan's will began to disintegrate.

Li Jun smiled. Under Yan Luo's endless coercion, he smiled calmly, giving everyone an illusion that even if the sky collapsed and the earth fell, the river turned upside down, this gentleman would not change his expression.

He is still so young!
Why can you have this temperament?
Li Jun suddenly asked: "You know, how to write the characters?"

Yama:"……"

Everyone: "..."

"Humans are the spirits of all things. Humans' spiritual and intelligent body, which coincides with the Dao, is the most suitable race in the world for cultivation. You Yan Luo also admits this, right?"

Yan Luo nodded, although he was very reluctant to admit it, but Li Jun was right. According to ancient records, most ghosts practiced for thousands of years, but only for the sake of a human form. Only by transforming into a human form can they continue to climb the peak of cultivation.

Regardless of the many ghosts in Nanhai City, all these ghosts in the hall are well-dressed and human-like, but none of them can really take shape, all relying on illusions.

Even he, Yan Luo, possessed the entity only because of chance and coincidence.

Li Jun continued.

"We humans are the most suitable race in the world to cultivate. In the past thousands of years, it was only because of the lack of aura that the human nature was weakened. Now that the aura has recovered, I, Li Jun, believe that you ghosts will never be able to catch up with our human cultivation speed."

"So what if we are tens of thousands of years behind?"

"We are human beings, we will never give in, even if we kill, we have to fight a bloody way. Our generation can't kill, and there will be the next generation, and the next generation, life after life, the fire will never go out."

Li Jun spoke calmly and looked resolute. He threw the pistol directly, picked up the fruit knife in front of him, and pointed it at Yan Luo.

"Fight!"

A simple word of war expresses endless killing intent

At this moment, everyone was stunned. The person standing in front of them was obviously just an ordinary young man. Why did he have such a strong killing intent?

Even Long Xiaozhan was convinced, at least he didn't dare to throw away his pistol and only used a fruit knife to fight.

At least, when he was fighting demons, he would be afraid, afraid, and timid. Although he had some abilities, he grew up in a peaceful age, and he was still afraid of fighting in his bones.

Long Xiaozhan felt bitter in his heart. He hoped that Li Jun would defeat Yan Luo, but also feared that Li Jun would defeat Yan Luo. Jealousy and anticipation existed at the same time.

Yan Luo was taken aback, it was the first time he met someone like Li Jun, and fear arose in his heart.

Suddenly, Yan Luo gritted his teeth on the vulnerable half of his face, Gao Cheng instantly took control of his body, opened his arms, and threw his body towards Li Jun. Li Jun's fruit knife directly pierced his heart, spattering blood.

Li Jun was shocked and said, "Gao Cheng, what are you doing?"

Gao Cheng spat out blood, he dipped his hands in the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sniffed it.

He laughed and said, "My blood is hot, I am indeed still alive."

Li Jundao: "You are a living person."

Gao Cheng clutched his chest, blood oozed out, and he smiled miserably.

"Thank you Li Jun."

Things were developing so fast that the onlookers only realized it, and it was a bit inconceivable.

Is the battle over before it even started?

"Li Jun, I really want to tell you my story, but unfortunately, it's too late. This time, I'm really about to die. In my life, I wanted to be a good person, but in the end, my hands were covered in blood. It's ironic."

Li Jun's hand holding the fruit knife remained motionless, and comforted him: "Don't say that, you can't help yourself."

"Hey~"

Gao Cheng sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

"I have been in the ups and downs of the world for half my life. I would like to wear white clothes to help the common people, but blood stained my hands and fell into the way of magic. Good luck tricks people. I can't help myself and make mistakes."

"This sin, I will pay it back in the next life!"

After Gao Cheng died, the endless coercion in the hall disappeared.

Li Jun stood silently, no one in the hall dared to speak, even those ghosts did not dare to get up, they still knelt down, joking, this is the existence that can kill Yan Luo!
The remnants of Gaocheng flowed in the air.

……

This is a small mountain village, poor and backward.

A teenager was wearing cloth clothes and trousers, patched and walking barefoot.

"Gaocheng, go quickly, your mother is dying, and she held on to her breath just to wait for you to go back."

Beside him was a middle-aged man in the same shabby clothes, urging him hurriedly.

Gao Cheng nodded in panic.

Soon, the two came to a dilapidated thatched hut, surrounded by many people, when they saw Gao Cheng came back, they looked at him in unison, shaking their heads and discussing: ""Hey, Cheng Wazi has come back. "

"The life of a city child is miserable. She married an educated youth in the city. The husband and wife lived a miserable life. It was hard for them to divide the fields into households. The more food they produced, the more they grew. Looking forward to their days, there is hope."

"Her man went back to the city in a fuss, and abandoned Chengwazi's mother and son, saying that he and Chengwazi's mother were not in free love, so there was no affection."

Another old farmer shook his head: "I don't understand, they are not feudal arranged marriages, and no one is forcing the marriage according to his head, so why can't they have feelings?"

"Chengwazi's father has returned to the city, and her mother is farming and managing the house by herself. She is sick from overwork, and she can't afford it once she gets sick. It looks like she's dying."

"Women are weak, and a family really cannot live without a man. We persuaded her to remarry, but she refused desperately. Now she is so sick, pitiful and hateful."

"Shh, the city boy is here."

(End of this chapter)