I just want to be a quiet man

Chapter 2: Winning?

"Ding dong! The intelligent cultivation system will serve you wholeheartedly! One-click trusteeship, smart upgrade! Now start trusteeship training, intimate reminder: During the training period, the host will lose control of the body, please don't panic..."

The moment the system prompt sounded, Pei Ling immediately lost control of his body, and he woke up instantly, he was Pei Ling!

Where is Wei Duanju?

At the same time, he felt that his fate immediately stopped losing, and a burning warmth, like the scorching sun in the sky, filled his whole body in an instant. With the flow of this warmth, the fate that was lost just now was instantly regained. Replenish, become solid and firm.

Pei Ling immediately understood that it was because he drank too much soul wine just now, and his body hadn't had time to digest it yet. As soon as the system took control of his body, it immediately began to refine the excess soul wine to make up for the fate he lacked just now...

"Ding dong! It is detected that the host's fate is missing, and it needs to be replenished immediately..."

"Ding dong! The host's fate has been replenished, and the system continues to practice..."

"Ding dong! Detecting and cultivating [The Curse of Ten Thousand Souls] requires extreme hatred, extreme hatred, and extreme incantations..."

"Ding dong! The detection of extreme hatred, extreme hatred, and extreme curse..."

"Ding dong! The system will give you extreme hatred, extreme hatred, and extreme curses for free..."

Accompanied by a series of system prompts, under the control of the system, countless small runes rose from Pei Ling's eyes, [Magic Ability of Nightmare]!

huh... huh... huh...

The incomparably intense hatred turned into a black-gray mist like a substance, like a long river rewinding, pouring towards Pei Ling without end.

For a moment, he seemed to be a dark pillar of smoke, standing tall.

At this time, the figure exactly like Pei Ling's deity was still standing straight, looking at Pei Ling expressionlessly, and said again in a cold and grand voice: "Who are you?"

This time, the coldness, obscurity, loneliness, and despair in this voice became more dignified. There seemed to be a seductive and coercive force in the voice, ordering the person being questioned to answer immediately without delay.

However, the system remained unmoved and continued to absorb the hatred in this space.

Pei Ling felt that the mana in his body was circulating rapidly in a mysterious way, and he kept pinching his hands, playing complicated and treacherous formulas one after another.

Seeing that Pei Ling was unmoved, the figure who was exactly like Pei Ling asked again, "Who are you?"

This time, the voice was even louder, colder, and full of pressure. It seemed that there was a huge mountain pressing down on Pei Ling's head invisibly.

In the darkness all around, it seemed that countless eyes full of malice, torture, questioning, and orders opened in an instant, looking at Pei Ling with cold scrutiny.

At this time, Pei Ling finally opened his mouth, but instead of answering the other party, he read a silent text.

Obviously no sound came out, but the next moment, a cold and vicious curse suddenly descended!

That figure, who was exactly like Pei Ling, was about to continue speaking, but suddenly his whole body rotted rapidly. In the wound, blood mixed with pus flowed, and faces full of resentment grew out quickly.

"Hee hee hee... hee hee... hee hee hee..."

Sharp and piercing laughter followed one after another, and as the faces grew longer and more numerous, the laughter became louder and wilder. The figure in the black robe with the knife on it quickly changed beyond recognition, and Pei Ling could not be seen at all. , are densely packed with human faces and pus and blood flowing, it is disgusting to look at.

"Ding dong! This practice has been completed, thanks to the host for using the intelligent cultivation system, one-click trusteeship, soaring without worry! I look forward to sharing your practice evaluation, please give a five-star praise if you are satisfied..."

The system prompt sounded, and Pei Ling regained control of his body. Without the slightest hesitation, a streak of bloody saber energy instantly slashed towards the opponent.

The saber energy was like a blood-colored tide. It was only a line at the beginning, and when it roared, it quickly expanded like a field ridge, a wall, and a mountain wave... Roaring and criss-crossing, with the momentum of thunder, it slashed towards the figure that looked like a melting candle.

The already inhuman figure still stood upright, its face completely covered by the [Ten Thousand Souls Curse], without any means of defense.

brush! ! !

The blood was like electricity, passing through the figure's body in an instant.

The faces above the figures flew out one by one, like a swarm of bats being frightened into flight amidst screaming laughter.

The rotten smell dissipated in an instant, and the blood, pus, and flesh exploded like ignited fireworks.

In the red, white and white mist, human faces seemed to be endless, screaming and flying out in all directions.

As the face flew away, with this figure as the center, the entire space was like a shattered mirror, cracked and shattered a little bit, and finally with a "click", the pieces fell, revealing the boundless darkness.

The darkness surged like a tide, engulfing Pei Ling in an instant.

Just like the previous illusions, he felt as if he had fallen into a dark, cold deep water with a snap of his fingers.

This water area is gloomy and gloomy. Below the water surface, a famous monk has his eyes closed, his brows and eyelashes frosted, his blue face looks like a sculpture, his skirt and robes are quietly floating with the current, and the aura of the magic weapon flying sword is still quietly Flickering with dots of splendor.

Serenity, silence, coldness, treachery...

Countless black threads diffused out from the eyeballs in the deepest part of the water, connecting them like snakes to all of these Hedaos who were famous and brilliant in the outside world.

The eyeball-like seed, the dim light slowly swallows, the suppressed vitality, patiently dormant in the dark shell, seems to be waiting for something.

Pei Ling still maintains Wei Duanju's appearance, and there is also a light and elegant black silk thread on the top of his head, which is connected to [Seed of Creation].

At this time, he suddenly saw that the seeds below moved slowly, as if their eyes were turning, and the deep pupils looked towards him impressively.

[Seed of Creation]'s vision is cold, oppressive, thick, and weird... It seems to come from the breath of ancient times, and there is a cold and mysterious treachery.

The moment the two sides looked at each other, Pei Ling immediately felt that the black line connecting the top of his head with the [Seed of Creation] was instantly disconnected.

The next moment, the many monks who were suspended under the water disappeared out of thin air one by one.

The black line connecting them with the [Seed of Good Fortune] also faded away, and then [Seed of Good Fortune] also disappeared, leaving the bottom of the water empty.

Pei Ling raised his eyes and saw that there was nothing in the dark and cold water except for the current.

All the previous things are like hallucinations.

He frowned, but he didn't have time to think about it. The scene in front of him changed, and he returned to the lobby of the station again!

Chapter 2: Dreams.

Pei Ling found that sitting on the seat he had just entered the inn, he had already returned to his original appearance.

There were Su Xirou, Meng Hongxuan and Huan Yunzhen sitting beside the table in front of them.

The darkness eroded from outside the door, quickly engulfing the figures in the seat.

Peeping, coveting, malicious, greedy... eyes, hidden in the darkness, were fixed on Pei Ling.

"Tread, step, step..."

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and the black-robed man quickly walked out of the counter with a rough pottery bowl and brought it to their table.

"Bah."

Four bowls of soul wine were placed on the table.

A hoarse voice, as if it hadn't been spoken for a long time, said: "The law of this place... knock on the door... hear the sound... don't... live for half a month..."

The man in black was clearly standing by the table, but his voice seemed to come from an extremely distant place, intermittent and indistinct, making it difficult to distinguish.

This is... the first illusion?

With a flash of thought in his mind, Pei Ling quickly came to his senses, and immediately stretched out his hand to touch his back, and his palm immediately touched a piece of the sword hilt that was as warm as jade.

Starting from the hilt of the sword, the texture on it is uneven, and carefully identified, it is the outline of some mountain peaks in the Han'an Sword Sect.

Pei Ling suddenly felt certain that Wei Duanju's natal flying sword was still there, and the real Wei Duanju had already been completely replaced by him, so that it vanished into thin air and ceased to exist!

Five hallucinations, solved a Hedao...

However, now that his identity is exposed, he can no longer use Wei Duanju's identity.

Of course, Pei Ling now knows the general rules of this inn, and using a similar method, it is not difficult to solve the second Hedao and the third Hedao...!

Even, if the illusion continues to reincarnate like this, he will be able to solve all the monks of the nine major sects here!

The only thing that made him feel very wrong was that other self!

Although he had already killed himself in the illusion just now, he always felt that there was an indescribable weirdness about this matter...

Thinking about this quickly, Pei Ling picked up the wine bowl, and the unique fragrance of soul wine permeated his lungs. Without hesitation, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, without any hesitation, Pei Ling cast [Five Ghosts from Heaven] and fled towards the back of the lobby.

In the darkness, a cold but very familiar voice sounded: "Be sure!"

Pei Ling seemed to have foreseen it in advance, and cast [Curse of Eternal Regret] and [End of Ending Dao] at the same time, and the aura around him suddenly surged like a mountain torrent!

There was almost no pause in its speed, and it broke free from the shackles of the voice in a blink of an eye, and rushed out of the lobby!

In an instant, he had already entered a dark, dead corridor.

There are many doors and windows on both sides of the promenade, and most of the rooms have the lingering atmosphere of monks.

After Pei Ling appeared here, he walked to the door of one of the rooms without delay. Like the other rooms, this room was silent, as if no one lived in it, but inside it exuded the unique aura of Tianshengjiao.

After he stood still at the door, he immediately activated the [Eclipse Secret Record], turning into the appearance of the natural nun who attacked him before, and then two portals rose above his head.

One is treacherous and majestic, and the other is gorgeous and magnificent.

The only thing in common is that they all exude the aura of great terror and catastrophe.

Pei Ling immediately raised her hand and knocked on the door, and before the voice inside could refuse, she quickly replied on behalf of the other party: "Please come in!"

The surrounding scenery was strange for a while, and he had already entered the house!

But in the empty room, there was only one bed, with the curtains hanging low, and the nun from Tiansheng was lying flat on the quilt, her black hair was like a cloud, winding all over the pillow, her eyes were closed tightly, and her voice was sweet. Zhong said with a slight indifference: "No see!"

It's a pity... the time is too short, methods like [Maha Se Yan Scroll] are too late to be used right now...

While his thoughts were spinning, Pei Ling immediately played out complicated and mysterious formulas one after another, and his whole body gradually filled with substantial darkness.

This darkness is completely different from the darkness in the lobby. It looks more viscous and thicker, and as it spreads, there are gradually whispers like countless people shouting in unison, covering the mind...

This is the 【Dream of the Underworld】!

Unlike the operation of the previous system, he can't perfectly control the power of the law now, and he can't directly use the law to solve a co-ordinator like the system.

Therefore, he needs to use this fairy art!

The darkness surged, engulfing the entire room in an instant.

in a dream.

The dark and dead corridor is full of dust, old and confused, without any vitality.

A natural godmother with a charming figure and gorgeous clothes stood quietly on the corridor with her eyes closed.

She has a beautiful appearance, and her skin is more radiant than snow. A red forehead ring encloses like a waterfall of blue silk, and water-red gemstones are embedded in the center of her eyebrows.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out from behind and patted the nun on the shoulder.

The female cultivator frowned, but she neither opened her eyes nor turned her head. She still maintained a standing posture, motionless.

But the next moment, she felt that her fate suddenly began to drain rapidly!

Realizing that the situation was wrong, the nun who was born to teach suddenly opened her eyes, only to see darkness in her eyes, a long corridor, doors and windows on both sides were closed, and she was as silent as death.

This is not her room!

She turned her head suddenly, and saw a figure who looked exactly like her and was standing not far behind her, with the corner of her mouth slightly curled up, showing a strange smile to him.

Without any hesitation, the female cultivator immediately turned her five fingers into blood-colored sharp claws, and grabbed the opponent suddenly.

brush……

The figure did not defend or dodge, and was torn apart by the blood claws in an instant, and then disappeared into nothingness.

But the next moment, the nun who was born to teach felt another palm patted on her shoulder from behind, and before she could make a move, the second, third, fourth... more and more palms , holding her shoulders with a chill.

The body of the nun who was born to teach suddenly became extremely heavy, and her fate began to drain at an even faster rate.

Something is wrong!

The female cultivator's heart sank, and she immediately fled to her room.

With a flash of his figure, he shot towards a room diagonally opposite.

In a blink of an eye, the light disappeared, and a female cultivator appeared, pushing the door open and entering.

The moment she crossed the threshold, all the palms on her shoulders disappeared instantly, and the loss of fate also stopped abruptly!

The natural godmother secretly let out a sigh of relief, but soon, she frowned again.

The room in front of me is not the simple and spacious house with four walls in the post station at all, but a poor but well-equipped farmhouse main hall.

Facing an earthen wall, there is an old nave hanging on it. Below it is a long table, where melons and fruits are offered, and a pair of candles are lit. Below it is a square table for eating. In addition, there are baskets, bamboo hats, coir raincoats, and hemp ropes... The whole house is not too big, but there are many things that ordinary people need in daily life. It can be said that it is complete and well organized.

This...isn't a station?