If I can’t invite God, I have no choice but to become a god myself.

Everything has spirit.

The all things mentioned here are not limited to those created by heaven and earth.

Since the age of divinity.

How many things can become gods? Whether it is a flower, a dog, a painting, or even a piece of cosmetics kept at home, or a tape recorder, a television, or a car, there are precedents for them to become gods!

Tables, chairs and benches can all become gods!

There are several types of gods. Those who are good at speaking can develop wisdom, while those who are speechless can become divine weapons.

Chen Shu's diary.

It is an artifact.

The specific manifestation is: no matter how much I write, I can't finish it.

If that's all, it can only be regarded as a stepless weapon. Although it is not common, it is not very common.

In the age of divinity, there are too many artifacts like this on the Internet, and their actual value is lower than the collection value, such as [Endless pen to write] [Endless Coke to drink] [Lighter that never goes out] [Smoking for a lifetime] 】【Rolling pin that can be thickened】Wait...

The collection prices also range from around one million.

Of course, if you are willing to wait for hundreds of years, there may be a slight chance that you can wait until the artifact upgrades itself.

At most, it can only be called an "endless notebook". In terms of actual value, I am afraid it is not as good as a mobile phone. After all, mobile phones have slightly larger memory now. If you just write, you may not be able to finish writing in a lifetime.

As for the Chen family's "soul-soaking book", it can be used by parents to calm their souls, and even became famous for a period of time. Naturally, it is not that simple.

My parents passed away suddenly, and I am not very clear about many things. Most of them are still being explored.

It's just that this soul-killing book also has an "early warning" function, which means that when an evil spirit appears nearby, a line of words will appear to give an early warning.

Not to mention anything else, just with this function, the Book of Souls can be regarded as a "white-level artifact".

It's hard to say the value. Chen Shu will never sell it.

It’s like [knock on the door in the middle of the night, don’t open it].

The meaning is also very simple.

That is to say, in the middle of the night, something will knock on the door, so just don't open it.

The southern suburbs are sparsely populated, and this early warning technique has only been encountered five times so far, and has been avoided every time.

Not long after he avoided it, officials would report similar "strange encounters".

The magic of the Soul Resurrection Book has been confirmed time and time again.

The Chen family has a motto: "Curiosity killed the cat."

Just tonight.

Chen Shu decided to make a decision that went against his ancestors.

…

"Dong dong dong..."

"Dong dong dong..."

"Dong dong dong..."

There is another building hundreds of meters away from Chen Shu's building.

In front of 101.

The man was knocking on the door from door to door. In the dark night, it was difficult to see his face clearly. Only when the moonlight shone on his face, his pale face became more and more gloomy and malicious.

The knock on the door sounded far away in the quiet night, but no one answered the door for a while.

The man turned around and knocked on the door of 102 again.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Dong dong dong..."

After a long while, still no one answered the door.

The man's eyes were calm, and he turned around and walked upstairs.

Come to door 201.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door.

There was a noise inside the house.

The man's hand on the door suddenly paused, and he leaned his ear against the door, as if he heard the noise, and couldn't help but reveal an excited smile on his face.

In places that cannot be seen in the middle of the night, there seems to be a black mist that gradually fills and covers it, and finally seems to cover the entire night.

He held out his hand.

He knocked on the door again and called softly: "Is there anyone there?"

The voice was hoarse, like the sound of iron objects clashing.

No one answered.

"Excuse me, is there anyone inside?"

The sound is still ringing.

But still no one answered.

But there were bursts of "chacha-cha" sounds in the house, like the sound of iron objects being rubbed together.

"Excuse me, is there anyone inside?"

"Chachacha..."

"Excuse me, is there anyone inside?"

"Chachacha..."

The voice also became sharper.

"Is there anyone?! Is there anyone!? Is there anyone?!"

This was followed by a knocking on the door, which became louder and louder, like a giant hammer banging wildly on the door.

"Squeak..."

But as he exerted more force, the door suddenly bounced off the wall and opened a gap.

The man lowered his head.

Only then did he realize that the door lock was bent as if it had been hit by a giant hammer, as if it had been violently destroyed from the outside.

No, rather than saying it was opened by a giant hammer, it was more like it was twisted with great force.

The man couldn't care about this for a while.

A smile appeared on his face and he made a crazy voice: "I'm coming in..."

The door was completely opened.

But in the scattered hall, a young man was sitting there, holding a long and thick butcher knife in his hand, sharpening it slowly and slowly. There was a clicking sound, and the moonlight was cunning, and the blade of the knife reflected the light.

Seeing him come in, the young man raised his head, his left eye flashed with a light as deep as the sea, and he grinned.

"coming?"

The man's smile faltered.

Under the glance of these eyes, he felt as if he was completely seen from the inside out, as if he was completely transparent.

"…Wandering God?"

Not waiting for him to speak.

Boom boom!

The floor under Chen Shu's feet suddenly exploded!

The figure appeared in front of the man in an instant like a ghost. The next moment, the blood energy on the butcher's knife exploded and turned into a sharp light, tearing through the sound barrier and making a screaming sound.

Uh-huh!

His body was torn in half in an instant!

"ah!!!"

However, there was no blood gushing out. Instead, bursts of black mist erupted, followed by a shrill scream.

Among the screams, there seemed to be the sound of crying, the sudden crying of children, and the screaming of women. These sounds were all connected together, as if to infinitely amplify the fear in people's hearts!

Those who are timid may be dragged into the abyss by fear just by listening to these sounds!

"snort!"

Chen Shu's blood surged, and his eyes showed endless courage. He snorted coldly, and the continuous crying sound in his mind suddenly stopped like a duck being pinched by its neck.

Chen Shu's hand didn't stop, and the butcher's knife slashed out with the force of the big knife, like a strong wind and rain, almost forming an afterimage densely covering the space, and a strong wind blew up between the slashes!

Crazy slashing on the body of the evil spirit.

There was no sight of blood flying, just layers of black mist bursting out and flying.

The cry became weaker and weaker, and finally became silent.

Completely disappeared into the air.

"So weak?"

Chen Shu muttered twice.

It is an evil spirit that has only recently taken shape, so its strength will naturally not be much stronger.

At this moment, a thin white mist appeared out of thin air, groped its way into Chen Shu's body, and then disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

Chen Shu has not yet recovered from this change.

"suck…"

At the same time, the Soul Resurrection Book that fell on the ground emitted some faint light, and something invisible to the naked eye in the space was slowly absorbed on a blank page.

The handwriting jumped up one by one, and finally slowly condensed into two lines:

【fear】

[Level: extremely low]

Chen Shu: "..."

"new function?"