Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 212: Power of God
'Have you heard that Mr. Wick ruled the entire New York underworld with just a pencil and a glass of wine!'

'That's right, my brother was there and saw Mr. Wick make a big boss disappear with a pencil!'

"Oh! Did you see Mr. Wick? What kind of man is he? Is he handsome? Does he have a beard?"

'It's not a question of whether Mr. Wick is handsome or not, he is very special. My brother said that Mr. Wick is not as majestic as those bosses we have seen. He is like our brother! '

'Your brother is talking nonsense! I used to hang out with the Irish in Brooklyn, and I saw what Mr. Wick looked like! He had long hair and stubble, and looked more like an uncle!'

"You don't allow Mr. Wick to shave? You've seen Mr. Wick so early? Then tell me, what exactly does Mr. Wick do? It seems that he is everywhere. Those bosses always run into Mr. Wick in places they never expected."

'How do I know what Mr. Wick can do, but I know that those guys are saying that Mr. Wick is not a human, but a night demon. He comes and goes without a trace. Every time Mr. Wick appears, he brings endless fear and killing. He can make you confess all the things you have done in your heart! '

'With just a pencil and a gun, he could wipe out a gang that committed murder, arson and looting in one night!'

'He is everywhere, staring at the lawless criminals in the darkness. He is the night, the lightning! His pencil is as sharp as the night! He can turn the fear of the good people into his own anger and power! He can stare at the demons living in the darkness of people's hearts, so that they will never see the light of day again! '

'He is as eternal as darkness. Once targeted by Mr. Wick, he will be engulfed in darkness, despair, flames and death! This is why Mr. Wick can rule the entire underground world. You all have to be careful!'

On the streets of New York, in the underworld ruled by the Continental Hotel, the image of John Wick began to become a god through rumors.

But the only thing that remains unchanged among these rumors is pencils and darkness.

Wang Yi's mind was connected to the god in the scroll, and through this god he listened to many versions of John Wick. Sweat dripped down his forehead and a polite yet awkward smile appeared on his face.

His mind returned to his original body, and he looked at the god with an undefined face in the scroll, whose features were gradually carved out.

Sometimes he is John Wick, a man with deep hatred and a vengeance who wants to save my life; sometimes he is John Constantine, the detective walking in darkness; sometimes he is Neo, the only savior.

Three faces, all are Him, and all are not Him.

In this version of rumors that unified the entire New York underworld, the base expanded again, and the endless flow of faith from all living beings completely liberated the deity in the scroll.

Looking at the god in front of me who walked out of the scroll, he was of the same height and build as me. Except for his face, everything else seemed to be carved from the same mold.

As the cradle of His birth, the painting scroll also entered His body, becoming the vehicle that keeps the god John Wick walking in the world.

Wang Yi and John Wick, the god born from himself, came face to face and looked at each other.

And at this moment, two perspectives appeared in Wang Yi's eyes. One was his first-person perspective of looking at the god John Wick, and the other was the perspective of the god John Wick looking at himself, the creator.

Wang Yi had the same feeling: it was me, but also not me.

When Wang raised his hand, He raised his hand too. When Wang spoke, He spoke too. When Wang spoke Chinese, He spoke Chinese too. When Wang spoke English, He spoke English too.

It is like a puppet, but not a puppet. It has a certain self-awareness and knows who it is. Its responsibility as a god is to protect the peace within the area where the Continental Hotel is located, including the employees of the Continental Hotel.

To put it simply, he is a patron saint whose scope is limited to the expansion range of the Continental Hotel. Any factors that are unfavorable to the Continental Hotel are within his attack range.

"Interesting, really interesting. As a newly born god, you seem to have learned a lot without a teacher. You also know how to ensure that your incense continues to burn. So the deification of Jiang Taigong in the Shang and Zhou dynasties was not groundless. He must have been a master of the art of performing gods. He created golden bodies for those aliens who died in the war between Shang and Zhou, and let the people kneel down to worship them. He tried to use the Qi of the people's faith to make his old friends reappear in the world in another form?
Hiss, why does this method sound so familiar? It is similar to the one used by Senior Imhotep. It seems that the method of performing arts as gods is not just a simple method, but also an alternative way to the heavens. So my guess is correct. The open battlefield of this war of resistance is one aspect, and the battlefield of the aliens is also quite brutal, otherwise a bunch of sects would not have been beaten to the point of being extinct or even wiped out. This cannot be summarized by saying that supernatural powers cannot defeat destiny.

As expected, ascending to immortality is a great way to heaven, but in addition to this great way to heaven, there are other ways to immortality, but the price to pay is very high, and it is not certain to succeed. In the future war of resistance, there will definitely be a bunch of immortals emerging, and the degree of cruelty should be no less than the ancient war between the two sects of Chan and Jie, which was set against the background of the war between Shang and Zhou. "

With the help of this new god, standing at the downstream of history and looking back, Wang Yi vaguely deduced the reasons for the decline of many schools in the Chinese alien circle during the Anti-Japanese War.

And it's not just the Chinese alien circle, it's estimated that the alien circles all over the world have suffered a considerable blow. After all, the war between Shang and Zhou was, after all, just a fight on the territory of the Central Plains.

But World War II covered almost the entire world, and everyone was involved. It was just that the East Asian region was the place where the fighting was really fierce, with blood feuds and a fight to the death.

On the other hand, the Chinese supernatural circle was destroyed. Think about the Tianshi Mansion, which has been passed down for nearly two thousand years. In the end, the generation of contemporary Tianshi Zhang Jingqing was almost extinct, leaving only one Tianshi to support the facade. In the end, Zhang Zhiwei's group was tossed around, and in the modern chapter, only two Zhangs and one Tian Jinzhong were left. None of the remaining fellow disciples were seen. If one of them was alive, Tian Jinzhong, who had his hands and feet cut off and his meridians destroyed, would not have died. Or he would not have asked for death so much.

He was too depressed, keeping a secret for seventy years, because his master ordered him to die but he couldn't. As the Heavenly Master, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't be with Tian Jinzhong all the time.

It is no wonder that the uprising of thirty-six thieves in 44 AD led to the Jiashen Disaster.

After all, the roots would have been cut off then. Now, there are eight sects with no threshold and amazing skills that can instantly make the sect stand at the top. Who can resist being tempted?

Once the topic was opened, no one could stop.

Wang Yi, who had deduced part of the truth, looked at the god in front of him with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

The god in front of him is really worthy of his exploration. This is a god standing in front of him, allowing him to get whatever he wants.

This is not the old god that those strange people at home who adore and perform gods stole the faith and performed gods, but a new god that was born with himself as the source.

Although their functions are generally similar, with the main function being to protect the home, "He" is an extension of himself and can be an autonomous deity who can say, "When Wang Yi is not here, I am Wang Yi."

His connection with this deity is a bit like the life talisman handed to him by Huode Zong or Master Jin Guang, which is connected to his life. The god John Wick is his life talisman.

It allows him to enter this body from thousands or even tens of thousands of miles away and do things through Him. Even if he does not actively control it, as a god born out of the respect and fear of the John Wick created by many employees of the Continental Hotel, he has to guard this three-acre land of the Continental Hotel.

And this guy's birth was too smooth.

Not to mention the recent ones, let’s just talk about the deification of Jiang Taigong after the war between Shang and Zhou. Whether it is speculation or fact, it is undeniable that many gods appeared after that, such as Erlang Shen, the Monkey King, Nezha, Guandijun, and the God of Wealth and War Zhao Gongming.

No matter how small the number of people was at that time, it was still more than the people in his own mainland hotel now, and there were enough incense to share. However, after tinkering with it for so long, until Lao Jiang died, none of his old friends came out to chat with him.

There is no reason that you should be able to have hands, feet, and a face, and sing, dance, and rap in just two months. That's impossible.

"Come, let me see whether you are growing healthily or not."

Wang Yi looked at the god John Wick in front of him with a confused look and smiled maliciously.

This smile even made the newborn god John Wick feel uncomfortable. He didn't know what his creator was doing. Then Wang Yi let go of his mind completely, and entered the body of the god John Wick in the way of Yin Spirit leaving the body.

With Wang Yi's entry, the confused eyes of the god John Wick began to focus, and then he turned his head to look at his body.

"Well, I'm a little bit uncomfortable with my new body, but it's not bad."

Wang Yiru commented on the body of John Wick, the god. When he took over, he naturally took the dominant position as the creator. John Wick, who had a certain degree of autonomy, could only release all authority to Wang Yi and allow him to explore his abilities after his birth.

"First try one of the abilities that the Qi of your many beliefs has, the ability to be everywhere."

As he spoke, Wang Yi used this ability naturally as if he was breathing. This was an ability bestowed upon these gods through the Qi of faith of all living beings passed down through word of mouth.

For example, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven Sun Wukong, as a deity, can use the true Qi to differentiate into clones under the method of performing the gods of the Changyou Opera. Although it is impossible to pull out a hair and blow out ten thousand monkeys as described in the storybook, three or five can still be done, which depends purely on the practitioner's own cultivation.

The first ability of this new god John Wick is that he is everywhere in many distorted versions.

It can be seen that when Wang Yi used the power granted by the Qi of faith of all living beings, John Wick's body directly disintegrated into a ball of white Qi.

Wrapped in the painting scroll that served as a support, it floated to the dressing mirror and stopped.

Wang Yi looked at himself in the mirror. His real body was sitting cross-legged beside him, while he had turned into a ball of white qi. The scroll wrapped around him was very conspicuous.

"It's not everywhere, isn't it quite conspicuous? You have to make sure that people can't see it. And this painting, what? You carry your home on your back when you go out, you hermit crab!"

As Wang Yi complained, the white qi that was originally visible to the naked eye began to fade slowly, until it turned into a wisp of light smoke that could not be detected without careful observation.

The scroll wrapped in it also flew to the head of the bed and hung it up.

But this scene also made Wang Yi more certain that there was something wrong with the birth of this god John Wick. Which god would learn to hide his shortcomings without any guidance as soon as he was born?

But he was not in a hurry, he could slowly discover the secret of this god.

The smoke gathered and reassembled into the appearance of John Wick in front of the dressing mirror. He leaned in front of the mirror and looked at himself again.

"Well, the body is light and the breath is clear, the posture of an immortal. However, if the so-called immortal is just a ball of conscious qi, then it is worse than a mortal. There is no fun at all. You need to breathe. Who walks without panting?"

Wang Yi complained, and as he complained, a little mist appeared on the mirror, which was caused by his breathing.

"You also need a pulse and a heartbeat. Even if it's only once a minute, that's fine."

I could hear the sound of my heartbeat coming from my chest, it was real.

"What's that face of yours? A dead person's face is green. You're not dead. No matter how white your face is, it can't be this white. It should have some color. Ah, yes, that's it..."

Under the guidance of Wang Yi's words, the god John Wick also became John Wick.

Standing in front of the mirror, he raised his hand and cut his left wrist. A trace of pink blood oozed out, but it quickly flowed back and the wound disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the pink blood evolved from Qi, although Wang Yi was not very satisfied, he knew that it had to be like this. After all, it was essentially a mass of Qi mixed with the faith of all living beings, a mass of Qi that was dominated by himself and had consciousness, not a real person.

Under his adjustment, it could bleed, breathe, have a pulse and heartbeat, and was infinitely close to a human being, which was already an act against heaven.

After all, before this, Wang Yi had never seen any extraordinary person who could control the gods like this, but it was hard to say. Just because he hadn't seen it at home didn't mean it didn't happen overseas, so he reserved his opinion for now.

"In this way, even if someone sees the difference in the blood, I have a reason to explain that it is caused by different abilities. After all, this kind of thing is nothing new among the Inhumans. But then again, you really are responsive to every request. You adjust it the way I say. Come on, I have plenty of time to play with you today."

The various expressions of the god in response to his words made Wang Yi even more curious. He was not afraid that this guy would turn against him, but the reaction of hitting the whip and pushing the mill made Wang Yi want to understand the past and present life of this god even more.

With a thought, John Wick turned into a wisp of smoke again and flew out of the window.

A wisp of smoke flew high into the sky without anyone noticing and merged with the blue sky. You are in me and I am in you.

As a controller, the feeling that the god's body brings to him at this moment is the most intuitive.

In an alternative way, he broke free from the constraints of gravity and flew and floated freely in the air.

You know, even if his original body used the Golden Escape Flowing Light, he wouldn't be able to float as freely as he does now. His true energy is limited, so he needs to land to rest and regulate his breathing.

But at this moment, in the vision of the divine body that he controlled, Wang Yi saw a completely different scene.

He could see the faith of all living beings, mixed with respect and awe for John Wick, constantly flowing towards his body of god.

The content of a single strand is so small that it can be ignored, but with the ever-expanding base of mainland hotels, it accumulates into a large amount and is enriching his body of god bit by bit.

And with such a huge base behind him, if Wang Yi only uses the body of a god to fight, it can be said that his true energy is endless.

But once it leaves New York, the strength of this divine body will decline sharply, and it will have to rely on itself, the creator, for support.

"Oh, it's a bit like a shaman who can't get past Shanhaiguan. But it's okay this way. If your strength is too different from my original self, people won't respect you as the number one person in the United States even if you are pushed out."

"But is this the world you see? There are only dead things and the flow of qi."

Wang Yi was talking to himself, because at this moment in his eyes, he still had two perspectives. One was his perspective as an ordinary person who was a Yin God possessing the body of a god, and what he saw was the colorful world.

As a god, He cannot see the colorful world, only tall buildings and lines of white Qi representing the flow of life, as well as the flow of Qi of heaven and earth surrounding the entire world.

It was difficult for Wang Yi to describe the bizarre world he saw through the vision of the gods. This was his first time experiencing this.

Suddenly, Wang thought of Dante, not the Dante who opened the Devil May Cry Agency on the streets of New York, had an Oedipus complex, and fought a love-hate relationship with his brother with a big sword.

It was Dante, the medieval Italian poet who pioneered the Renaissance.

The most famous representative work among them is "The Divine Comedy", which depicts the scene of hell.

Wang Yi didn't know why he suddenly thought of this guy, but looking at the world he saw through the body of the god at this moment, Wang Yi felt that the scene of hell described by Mr. Dante in "The Divine Comedy" was not groundless.

In the ignorant, feudal and dark Middle Ages in Europe, perhaps this old man Dante was an extraordinary person who practiced divine magic, and in some way, he became the master of gods like himself and saw these bizarre phenomena.

After all, the ultimate goal of an actor's performance as a god is to completely turn himself into the god he is playing! Yet he is able to maintain his self-awareness, that is, the state where I am me and the god is me.

Unfortunately, few people can reach this step. Most of them will lose themselves in the last few steps, and either lose all their cultivation and become a useless person, or become a lunatic.

"What a magnificent and wonderful world this is! No wonder so many people in ancient times yearned to ascend to heaven. If you can see such a real world before you die, it would be worth it even if you die. But for me... um?"

Wang Yi made this self-evaluation, but he hadn't finished speaking. Perhaps because of the stimulation and influence of this world, the past and present lives of this new god that was born from himself also emerged as fragments of pictures.

This sudden change also made Wang Yi unable to maintain control of the god's body, so he had to quickly control the god's body back to his residence.

After sending the body of the god back to the scroll to rest, the Yin spirit also returned to the flesh, and what returned with the Yin spirit were the memories of the god's past and present lives.

Wang Yi woke up from his closed eyes with a look of shock on his face, because in his mind, a passage kept echoing.

"I am the second son of the Supreme God, the King of Heaven and the Great Dao! Following the order of the Supreme God, I have come down to earth to slay the demons and save the righteous, to take charge and save people!"

(End of this chapter)