Confession: I am a fat otaku. Why am I crying when a monster comes?

After the toilet ghost was thrown into the third floor and confirmed that there was no danger, all the ghost pets and the armless golden body were sent to the third floor. Painted Skin played the role of a housekeeper and directed the ghosts to start exploring. "Wow, Master, it's so big~" "So big..." The space on the third floor is more than a hundred times larger than the second floor. I'm afraid no one would have thought that this is actually one of the floors of a tower. It's just that this place is too desolate. Gray sky, gray earth, hills in the distance, but they are also bald hills, without a single hair...

After a while, the voice of the Painted Skin trembled, saying: "Master... Master, you... come and have a look."

Chen Qing entered the third floor and came to the side of the Painted Skin.

He saw a shocking scene.

A ten-meter-tall mummy sat cross-legged.

Four chains thicker than a person, one end of which was pierced through the man's scapula and the other end was buried in the ground.

The mummy may have sat here in this posture for thousands of years, but there is still a terrifying aura on it that makes people palpitate.

"Master, this... this is a magical power." The Painted Skin trembled.

"This corpse must have reached the level of 'no form' when he was alive."

Hearing this, Chen Qing closed his eyes.

The next moment, his brows frowned. He had just seen the mummy at a glance, but he had no impression of it at all.

It seemed that this mummy had never existed.

When he opened his eyes again, the mummy was still sitting quietly.

But once he closed his eyes, he could not remember even a single detail about it.

He just vaguely remembered that there was such a mummy.

"Let's go."

Chen Qing suppressed his curiosity.

He remembered the words of Painted Skin, "It is extremely dangerous to explore the darkness too much."

Demon Suppression Tower...

Whose hand is this?

The "demon" suppressed may not only be Zhong Kui.

Why did Zhong Kui go crazy?

Every time a mystery is solved, more mysteries follow.

"Practice, let F4 explore."

Painted Skin took the order and sent out the crazy ghost, toilet ghost, gas ghost, and gambling ghost.

The blood moon is approaching, and time is precious.

There is a ten-fold difference in the flow rate of time here, so it is natural to practice here.

Let's build the spirit pool first.

Chen Qing followed the instructions of the technique and began to build the first spirit vein.

It's very difficult...

Walking the meridians is to open up the blocked acupoints.

And now, I have to create many acupoints by myself.

No wonder the minimum requirement is the Spiritual Realm.

After the Spiritual Realm, the spiritual consciousness is dozens of times stronger, and the control of the soul power is dozens of times stronger.

If I use the control ability of the Soul Movement Realm to build the Spirit Pool, I am afraid that one acupoint will be stuck for a year.

There are countless meridians in the human body, but most of them are so small that they are almost invisible.

And Chen Qing's task is to widen these meridians that are so small that they are almost invisible, and build "acupoints" on them.

At this moment, I first condensed the soul power, and dozens of spirals twisted together, and began to impact a meridian as thin as a hair in my mind.

It was too narrow for the first time.

I passed by the door countless times, and I had no place to use my strength.

Helplessly, I first condensed the soul power to the thinness of a hair, and slowly expanded forward.

For the whole morning, I only moved forward one centimeter.

In the afternoon, I moved forward another centimeter.

One inch is required for one acupuncture point.

In ancient times, one inch was about 2.77 centimeters.

At the 12th hour, Chen Qing began to artificially create the first acupuncture point.

At the 17th hour, the first acupuncture point was completed.

What surprised Chen Qing the most was that because the tiny meridians were constantly passing through soul power, the diameter actually changed from one hair to two hairs.

This saved him from having to expand it again.

After resting for an hour, he continued to expand forward.

With a flash of inspiration, he separated a soul power and expanded from the other side at the same time.

It was just... difficult.

With his current soul power, it was enough to divide it into ten strands, but it was too difficult to control.

It was equivalent to holding a strand of hair in each hand and threading a hair-sized ring one meter away...

I thought dividing it into two strands would be twice as effective with half the effort,

but after 10 hours, the two sides added up to less than half of the previous one.

Chen Qing raised Chen Man at the age of 13, and he had the most resilient temperament.

Force yourself to focus on both ends, it's better to be slow, but not wrong.

Time passed day by day, and on the fourth day, the speed of both ends was already comparable to that of only controlling one side before.

At this time, Chen Qing's speed was truly twice as fast as before.

And Chen Qing actually split into two more

!

Four strands of soul power as thick as a hair, four strands moving forward at the same time!

The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day...

Until the twelfth day, the speed of the four strands of soul power reached the normal level.

It is equivalent to expanding the acupuncture points at four times the speed!

At this time, Chen Qing walked through the acupuncture points all over his body, just like walking on a 24-lane highway, the soul power hit wherever it was pointed.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and separated four strands of soul power again!

Eight strands!

This time, even with Chen Qing's temperament, he felt extremely strenuous.

Taking care of this end, the other end either stopped or slowly went astray on the way forward.

He had to retreat and adjust again.

In a blink of an eye, twenty days.

Chen Qing was infinitely tired and came to the real world once.

Just a moment later, Monkey came out of the toilet and said in surprise: "Wow, where have you been these two days? The phone is still turned off!"

"What's wrong?"

Chen Qing was stunned.

"The captain wants to see you."

"Oh..."

Chen Qing nodded and came to the captain's office.

Han Yuan looked at him venomously and shook his head, saying, "Don't practice too hard, or you will go crazy."

"I want to see you for two reasons. One is that Chen Man has already provided all the resources for bone tempering and practice, all of which are top-notch, so you can rest assured."

"The second thing... I want you to be the defense officer of the Jiangpan community."

Chen Qing frowned.

Han Yuan's face was serious:

"Chen Qing, there is an expert in my human race who calculated the blood moon... uh, it can be seen as a ghost tribe enhancer. I'm afraid that when the blood moon comes, the number and strength of the ghost tribe will be several times stronger."

How many times?

You are still too optimistic.

He shook his head in his heart. Just based on this estimate, Chen Qing would not take over the defense officer.

It's very simple. Whether it is limited by objective conditions or too optimistic, the defense force will be deployed at "several times the usual".

And the blood moon... at least "hundred times" of it must be arranged.

However, humans absolutely cannot produce this level of power.

This is a dead end.

Chen Qing deduced that he could only give up most people, but who would be willing to be the one to be abandoned?

What's more, no matter who Chen Qing saved, he would not save the group of ruthless people in the Jiangpan community.

This time he really wanted to see how they could live in the blood moon without his desperate protection.

So, Chen Qing just smiled: "Captain, my ability is limited, I can't do anything about this..."

"With great ability comes great responsibility! Chen Qing, this is the mission of our Ghost Control Army!"

Han Yuan is a pure person.

To the organization, this man can be open-hearted and confess everything.

But Chen Qing asked himself if he could do it.

The body of that pure Chen Qing is probably already stinking!

In this life, it is the greatest kindness for me not to take the initiative to kill people.

The two parted unhappily.

This captain who had always been amiable was really angry.

In his opinion, Chen Qing was too selfish.

Chen Qing had his own reasons, but he couldn't say them.

He returned to the dormitory and sat there blankly for a while.

When demons and monsters were rampant, heroes and angels also came.

In the endless ghost howls, the ugliness and glory of human nature were infinitely magnified.

There is a saying: No winter will not pass, and no spring will not come.

But that winter without spring, all human nature was ground into slag.

"In my last life, I was a hero. But it was only in my last life."

Chen Qing's eyes were calm,

Suddenly, the Demon Suppression Tower on his chest emitted a strong suction.

The second meeting of the Twelve Earthly Branches Summit...

began.