The aura of a priest is infinite

Chapter 269

Shen Mo put [Hammer of Exploration] and [Smart Hands and Empty Gloves] into personal storage for the time being, for future use from time to time.Then, under Nan Nan's resentful eyes, he went straight to the computer, sat on the gaming chair with ease, displayed his mimicry ability, and projected his consciousness into the server under the blessing of weapons.

It was still a grotesque sci-fi scene, with colorful streamers wrapped in silence, and soon came to the world of infinite aura belonging to him and Linger.

Mo Mo saw Ling'er floating in mid-air at a glance. She was still urging her own ghost energy to refine the chaotic space around her. Immediately, he activated the power of the sky-reaching demon world, holding hands with Linger, shoulder to shoulder, refining the chaos here.

The happy time always passes quickly, and so does the refining time.There was nothing to say all night, and when Shen Mo opened his eyes again, it was already five o'clock in the morning of the next day.

He woke up Ling'er next to him, said goodbye, and prepared to take his consciousness back into his body, but just as his consciousness was flying back and forth with the flow of light, an abnormal fluctuation of data flow caught his attention.

It was a stream of data that flashed past him. Different from other serious streams of data, it looked extraordinarily unserious, especially the faint ghostly aura, which made Shen Mo feel abnormal.

Shen Mo stopped, hesitated for a while, and immediately turned around, looking for the unscrupulous data flow to follow.

After a while, the silent consciousness came to a server port, and its IP address should be a home version user.

Mo Mo was a little surprised, but still hid his breath, followed the other party's data line, and climbed into the camera of the other party's computer.

hum!The current was flowing, and the stationary camera flickered with a faint red light, and the dark and deep lens changed its focal length, capturing everything in this room.

hiss!Silence couldn't help but take a breath, because under his spiritual perception, he actually saw seven or eight ghosts standing densely in a bedroom with a size of twenty square meters. They were young girls, old people, or Whether they are adults, or old aunts, they are of different ages, the only common feature is that they are all in a daze at the moment, as if they are bound here by something.

Shen Mo was more and more surprised in his heart, and counted carefully, there were a total of eight lonely ghosts. Looking at their death appearances, they definitely did not die together hand in hand, and their death appearances were different.

So here comes the problem!Who is using the Internet to collect lonely souls and wild ghosts?What is his purpose? !

With doubts in his heart, Shen Mo took a closer look and saw that familiar ghost aura gradually emerged. He was in his early twenties, and there was nothing unusual about him, but the ghost aura on his body was pure and powerful. Not weaker than Ling'er at all, even with a past.

I saw him wandering among the eight lonely ghosts, and stopped beside them for a long time, as if listening to something.

Mo Mo frowned slightly, with a trace of consciousness, immersed in the earphone and microphone connected to the computer mainframe, trying to listen to the nonsense between them.

The current flowed, and soon, Silence heard the nonsense between them.

【Chapter 268 Let him be his skin】

【Chapter 389 My fate is up to me】

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Each ghost is telling a chapter or two of novels to ghosts. There are science fiction themes, fairy tale themes, fantasy themes, and of course supernatural themes.

Shen Mo listened carefully, and the questions in his heart were instantly answered. These people are all writers of novels.

This ghost is actually forcing these lonely ghosts to write novels? !
No, Shen Mo shook his head, that's not the case, but these ghosts were all writers of novels before they were alive, and after they died, they were all caught by this ghost into this small dark room, forcing them to continue writing.

Silence even had some doubts, whether the death of these authors was related to this ghost, whether it killed these authors, then captured the author's soul, and locked it here to continue updating the works.

hiss!Shen Mo felt a chill down his spine, and he shuddered, because the truth was so terrifying, and he was so terrified.

Think about it from another angle, if Shen Mo is the author, the fan who reads his book may not be a human, but a ghost. If you are slower, you will be killed and thrown into a small dark room The insane ghost who keeps writing.

Shen Mo is very fortunate that when he wrote novels in his previous life, there were no ghosts in that world.He let out a long sigh, feeling sorry for these colleagues who died.

Hey, it’s embarrassing, it’s locked in a small black room, and I have to continue to code even if I’m a ghost.Therefore, you should keep a low profile when writing, treat your fans with enthusiasm, and be gentle with the bosses who are chasing updates, because you don’t know how awesome your fans are. He may crawl over the network cable, and then Lock you in a small black room and write until your soul is gone and it is difficult to enter reincarnation.

Feelings are emotions, Shen Mo's next step is to rescue these old colleagues who were locked in the small dark room, and help their souls find a good place to go.

With a thought in silence, he restrained his consciousness, gathered together, and then prepared to crawl out from the 24-inch computer screen, that's right, to crawl out from the computer screen.

At this moment, Shen Mo finally understands Samoyed's feeling when climbing the TV screen, because no matter it is a TV or a computer, only the screen can be used as a medium to escape from the soul. If you want to climb, you can only climb the screen. It is very unrealistic to climb the host.

hum!The lightning flashed, and countless snowflakes flickered on the pitch-black screen, which immediately attracted the attention of the ghost, so Silence called it.

Um?The ghost's eyes showed doubts, his bloodshot eyes stared at his computer screen in surprise, then, Mo Mo struggled out of it solemnly, and landed on the floor of the ghost's house.

lazy!As soon as the silence fell to the ground, he immediately yelled, "Monster, you can catch him before you hang up!"

These words are naturally very secondary, but for a ghost who likes to read novels, this sentence is very in line with his worldview of values ​​and ghost spirit.

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and then his death was revealed, his pale face was bloodless, and his bloodshot eyes were about to come out. Unlike Linger's exquisiteness, the ghost's death was really scary.

But this does not affect Shen Mo's subduing it. Mo Mo raised one hand, and the holy light of weapon blessing emerged, illuminating the entire small black room, not only dispelling the darkness, but also bringing endless light.

Zizi!Although the ghost's strength is strong and its hostility is heavy, it is naturally vulnerable to the weapon blessing, a skill that is extremely lethal against ghosts, and it is only defeated by the holy light. To the corner, and trembling in the meantime.

"Why? Why do you have to fight me? These authors deserve it. They always dig holes and don't fill them in. They call in sick leave when they are urged to update. Whenever they have something to say, they say they are looking for inspiration. They call in sick leave every now and then. Some male authors even ask me. Maternity leave... Is it tolerable or unbearable, I pulled their souls here, locked them in a small dark room, and forced them to work hard to write, am I wrong? Is it wrong?"

Shen Mo muttered in a low voice, "Whether you're wrong or not has nothing to do with me, that's something Lord Yan should consider, and my responsibility is to send you to see his old man."

Snapped!The holy light fell and landed on the ghost's body, instantly melting its ghost body, leaving only a trace of true soul to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Hey, the pain of chasing more, silence is also understandable, but if you think about it carefully, writing a book, why not suffer.

After getting rid of the ghosts, Mo Mo set his sights on the eight authors in the small black room. He originally planned to super-purify them, but just as he was about to do it, a task reminder sounded in his mind.

[Detected 8/8 soul fragments, whether to collect them. 】

[After the collection is complete, you will complete the sub-professional transfer task, please consider carefully. 】

Shen Mo fell into deep thought, should he accept it? !Everyone is an old colleague at any rate, it is not acceptable to accept it, and it is not acceptable not to accept it!
Hey, uncomfortable!

(End of this chapter)