The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

But fortunately, the more times you are disappointed, the more you get used to it.

"██——!"

The resentful spirit's gaze reveals deep hatred, it repeats the same roar, repeats the same movement, the target has not changed, it is Wu Ye in front of him.

Once again meeting Wraith's big blood-red eyes, Wu Ye's frown has not let go since just now.

Maybe it's because you came and I fought for a long time without any progress. Under the anxiety and boredom in his heart, Wu Ye actually began to have a new feeling for the meaningless roar of the Wraith Spirit.

There is a trace of resentment, a trace of grief and anger, and there seems to be a trace of unwillingness and curse. It is hard to imagine that the "empty shell" of the soul, which is not much stronger than a ghost, can reveal such rich emotions.

Of course, these are Wu Ye's guesses, after all, whether the Wraith Spirit has "emotions" is still open to question.

As for hatred, hatred is a ray of belief left by the resentful spirit. It is no longer considered a kind of "feeling", but has become a necessity for the existence of the resentful spirit, which is equivalent to human flesh and blood.

No, it seems to be thinking too much... The main task now should be to find a way to eliminate it.

Putting aside all the extra thoughts for the time being, Wu Ye didn't have the extra time to think about other things due to the physical and mental strain.

"I have to think of a way soon..."

That is to say, but in a hurry, what else can Wu Ye do, the resentful spirit behind him is about to catch up with him, and since just now, its power seems to be getting stronger and stronger, no...

It's not that it has become stronger, but that I have become weaker!

The mental oppression and the ever-increasing physical burden of the long battle without success have almost squeezed Wu Ye to the limit. If he can't think of a way, I'm afraid he will be exhausted to death!

"Tsk...don't care!"

Wu Ye is not an experienced man who has fought a hundred battles, and his youthful vigor is the embodiment of his character.

Stopping to run away, Wu Ye turned around and rushed towards the Wraith, waving Gungnir, whether he was useful or not, let's fight first!

"Ugh……"

I don't know if it was Wu Ye's illusion, but when he turned around, there seemed to be a sigh coming from somewhere.

But soon he realized that it was not an illusion, because——

"What the hell?!"

Under Wu Ye's eyesight, which was strengthened countless times, two streamers of silver came flying from under the distant night, one of which directly smashed the wraith that he had been helpless for a long time into debris in the wind, while the other It fell on his head impartially.

Duang ~

The silver stream of light hit his head straight, and Wu Ye's consciousness faded away like a tide. Before his eyes were completely plunged into the darkness of the deep sea, he saw the true face of the stream of light:

"Beer, can...?"

Wu also slowly closed his eyes amidst unbelievable astonishment and thousands of doubts...

Chapter 32 Like a dream but not a dream

How long ago was that? Wu also can't remember clearly.

The feeling of light dreaming.

When people gain something, they will inevitably lose something.

Ever since Wu Ye was able to enter Gensokyo through a dream, he could no longer easily feel the beauty of dreaming like ordinary people.

Although occasionally he would immerse himself in ordinary dreams at night, but the fatigue of the next day made him hate such dreams.

Wu also has no way to calculate how long he has been dreaming such a relaxed and stress-free dream like an ordinary person.

The spirit under high pressure was completely crushed by the sudden blow, and Wu Ye's head entered an empty state, exactly the same as his empty dream at this moment.

The white world is like a grassland covered by heavy snow, and there is no other color to be seen. There is something like water vapor in the air, which is wet, but it is unexpectedly not offensive.

Obviously, the place where Wu Ye was standing before he fell was gravel and uneven, but now he felt that he was floating on a soft cloud, and his whole body was full of softness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

I can't keep my eyes open.

As if deprived of the meaning of hard work, Wu also wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them, and at the same time felt that it didn't matter if he couldn't open them.

There seems to be the sound of bells in my ears, jingle jingle, jingle jingle, far away, softly, like a call thousands of miles away, and like a whisper close to my ears.

Who is it?

It was as if someone was calling his name.

she?he?Or is it them or them?

Not sure.

The light at the end of the sky is reflected on the gem in the deepest part of the sea. Who is the swaying shadow, who is the person sleeping there, and who is you who calls my name over and over again?

"How long are you going to sleep?"

"She" said so.

A familiar voice, a gentle voice, a sad voice, the beautiful "her", and the cruel me.

Shake, shake, shake, "she" is swaying illusoryly, smiling, appearance, hair, and her breath, shaking, shaking, gradually dyed a strange color.

"How long are you going to sleep?"

"She" said so.