Chapter 85 All Means, What Is Your Soul? (5k)

Wen Yan rubbed his head, feeling a little headache. He really couldn't figure out what the fake Mo Zhicheng was now.

After this guy changed his job to become a real architect, his ability was too outrageous. The dead person, whose body had been cremated and whose soul had turned into a ghost, had completely dissipated, could still be resurrected by force.

Even if it was only a few seconds, time was not the point at all. The point was whether it could be done or not. There was a world of difference between them, the difference between life and death, which was the biggest and most difficult gap in the world.

As long as it could be crossed, and then think about the following things, such as how to extend time, it would be n orders of magnitude less difficult than crossing the gap.

Seeing that the fake Mo Zhicheng was obviously at least 20 years older, Wen Yan also understood that even if it was the fake Mo Zhicheng, it would be too reluctant to do this at this moment.

He aged a few years in one second, and decades of life were burned, and he could only listen to the chorus once.

Some people think it's worth it, and some people think it's not worth it.

Wen Yan looked at the fake Mo Zhicheng's expression and eyes, and guessed that Brother Ming was offline.

He just watched, watching the fake Mo Zhicheng constantly changing his identity, and then he was like crazy, struggling constantly, and rushed to the location of the big hole.

And from just now, the old man had not moved, and even when he was stabbed by the fake Mo Zhicheng and pierced his chest directly, he did not fight back.

Wen Yan looked at the back of the fake Mo Zhicheng, and his thoughts turned rapidly.

Qin Kun had been in a state of confusion since just now, and he could not keep up with the speed of this change.

"This... What happened? Why did he go crazy?"

"He is not crazy, he just ate the boomerang he threw out, which is equivalent to personality disorder."

Wen Yan roughly said it, and the more Qin Kun listened, the more confused his eyes became, and the more headache he had. He tried to distinguish the messy situation at the moment, but he couldn't tell it clearly.

Wen Yan saw that the fake Mo Zhicheng was still going crazy, with blood all over his mouth, which kept flowing down, making his chest stained with blood.

He stared at it for two minutes, watching the fake Mo Zhicheng's incoherent nonsense, constantly changing his identity, and even one of his identities picked up the half tongue that was thrown on the ground and covered with dust.

"Reinstall it. With your ability, it's not difficult to make this half tongue grow back."

Wen Yan sighed and shouted casually.

Sure enough, after hearing Wen Yan's words, one of the identities with a ferocious face and fierce eyes stuffed the half tongue back into his mouth. He didn't know what he was saying, and the half tongue actually grew back.

Wen Yan's eyes condensed.

"Sure enough, each of your identities is already very perfect. After being backlashed, each identity will be very separated. The degree of separation is far beyond my imagination, like a completely separate individual."

The fake Mo Zhicheng ignored him and continued to change his identity and go crazy.

The more Qin Kun listened, the more confused he became. He hesitated.

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him?"

"Brother Qin, do you know what will make the chief officer stop seeking revenge? What will make the chief officer not fight back?"

"Just tell me..."

"He will stop when the person on the other side is not his target of revenge, and he will not fight back when the person on the other side is his son."

Wen Yan became calmer and recalled every detail just now.

He basically confirmed his judgment. No matter how fancy things are, Uncle is the one who will never be confused by external appearances. He is the most sober person.

Through Uncle's performance, through the performance of the fake Mo Zhicheng himself, and his careful observation, since Liu Yuxin was resurrected a few seconds ago, the expression of Brother Ming, who was completely different from other identities, has never appeared again.

Wen Yan really can't tell the other identities.

Only Brother Ming is an ordinary person at the bottom who has no ability and works hard far away from home.

Alert, kind, a little timid, hesitant, but when he is really ruthless, he is also the most resolute and painful one. His pain makes his eyes become extremely complicated.

Only this Brother Ming does not have the indifference and cruelty after killing someone.

And this Brother Ming has not appeared since just now, he has disappeared.

The last whisper did not break the defense of the fake Mo Zhicheng, but the defense of Brother Ming.

However, each identity is objectively a person. If the defense of one identity is broken, it will cause the whole to collapse, and the backlash will also be all identities.

The identity of Mo Zhicheng is still appearing.

This is the shield, the shield that blocks the old man.

And the person that the old man wants to kill has been hiding in the innermost and has never appeared.

As long as he appears, the old man will take action immediately.

The hatred locking method of the big executive will never go wrong.

Moreover, the most important point is that Wen Yan feels that the hints given by the natural enemy profession cannot be nonsense.

At that time, when she first met the water ghost, the prompts had already said that she had taken a new path in this ancient profession.

At that time, Wen Yan didn't understand, but later she was sure that it was a completely different career path.

After meeting the fake Mo Zhicheng, the prompts given by the natural enemy profession had special suggestions.

“Use every process you can think of in a relatively self-contained area and go through them all.”

This suggestion is still hanging in the reminder and has never changed.

Wen Yan felt that it was best to listen to others' advice and have a full meal, and think about all the processes that can be imagined.

After thinking for a while, he spoke as if talking to himself.

“When I was a teenager, I had to go to school, and I had to earn tuition and living expenses for myself.

At that time, the tuition and fees were not much, but I wanted to go to the best local school at that time, so I had to pay a tuition fee.

If I can get to the top of the next grade, the tuition fee will naturally be waived.

Unfortunately, I have to make my own money to support myself.

At that time, I could find someone who would not miss my classes during the day, who would make money quickly, and who would be willing to do the work of a teenage boy.

All I can find is making money from dead people.

Once, while helping someone to bury someone in the middle of the night, I met local villagers on the way trying to catch a tomb robber.

There were three tomb robbers, and they were armed. Two of them were blocked in the robber hole and killed on the spot.

The last one, in fact, was not discovered originally. He is a villager from the next village. He seems to be very honest on weekdays.

When the tomb robbers were caught, he was the one who took the lead and led his men to block the other two accomplices in the robber's cave.

Later, people in the bureau traced some clues and found him. He was the mastermind. "

"What do you want to say?" Qin Kun asked from the side.

"I told him that there are some things that must be clarified to be useful.

I mean, I found him to be very complete in every identity, complete enough to make Abel stop.

Then I figured it out all at once.

He is selfish and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. He is a complete bad guy.

They all know how to hide their true selves.

People like him will never change, and I have actually seen such people.

In order to protect himself, he can use any means without any pressure.

And when used, it will be very smooth and looks flawless.

For example, I discovered that I was implicated by Brother Ming, my inner wall was broken, and I discovered that the perfect identity I once used has not disappeared.

I discovered that Abo was actually the great master created by him.

And Aunt Gan was also holding me back from afar.

He decisively began to look for a way out.

It's a pity that he probably didn't expect that among all the identities, he was the only ordinary person, the most cowardly Brother Ming.

After being breached, he was the most extreme one.

Brother Ming would rather disappear forever to fulfill Liu Yuxin's last wish.

He died just so that Liu Yuxin could hear it with her own ears and confirm it for herself.

How could that cold-blooded guy with no bottom line in his methods understand this kind of thing?

Even if they share the same body, he may not be able to empathize or understand them at all.

Is this something beyond his expectation? "

Qin Kun stopped talking. He probably figured out that Mo Zhicheng was pretending to be himself and cut his life into many parts. Because his ability was too strong, each life became an independent one. Individuals, completely different people.

These people are now all stuffed into one person's body.

The lunatic they wanted to kill has never appeared again.

Then this must have been done on purpose.

"He wants to escape?"

"He didn't want to escape, so why did he keep approaching the big hole?"

"Aren't you going to stop it?"

"He was just waiting for me to stop him. He almost hates me and wants to eat me alive."

As Wen Yan's words exposed the hidden things, fake Mo Zhicheng suddenly stopped going crazy.

He stood on the edge of the big hole and looked back at Wen Yan with cold eyes.

“You are quite capable, you can even control the big boss.

In order to retain Da Zhi, he also took great pains.

It's a pity that it's useless. With your current methods, you can't kill me.

We have a long time to come, so we can take our time in the future. "

As the crazy fake Mo Zhicheng stopped going crazy and stopped changing his identity, Abo, who had been standing still, instantly turned into an afterimage and walked straight towards him.

When Abo got closer, fake Mo Zhicheng sneered and continued to hide behind the pile of identities, letting those identities continue to snatch the body.

Abo rushed to the fake Mo Zhicheng and suddenly stopped.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and waved at the thick tentacles waving in mid-air.

Qin Kun's eyelids twitched, he jumped back twice in a row and retreated ten meters away.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and touched the tentacles of the soul-eating beast.

"It's been so long and I haven't really eaten anything good. Do you want to try something you've never tried before? To replenish your health?"

"I've been thinking about one thing, what if you stopped eating people's souls.

So, to you, what is a person’s soul?

What is the soul of this guy?

I thought about it for a long time, but I actually didn't understand it.

Only now do I understand.

For you, by your definition of soul.

It must be indispensable, the finishing touch.

If you lose your soul, you will instantly change from a delicacy that can be passed down for thousands of years to the most common rough rations.

Maybe it's not even food to keep you hungry, just poison that should be thrown away. "

As Wen Yan touched the tentacles of the soul-eating beast, he murmured to himself.

Instantly, the tentacles dancing in the air instantly wrapped up the fake Mo Zhicheng.

The yang energy in the fake Mo Zhicheng suddenly burst out, and he propped up his arms and forcibly supported the tentacles of the Soul Devouring Beast.

But the tentacles spun rapidly, wrapping him into a ball.

Those tentacles gradually turned from real to virtual, slowly penetrating into his body, and he shouted.

"My soul will not be taken away."

The tentacles gradually shrank, completely turning from real to virtual, and passed through his body.

He fell to the ground and felt that his consciousness was still there, and his soul was still there.

Before he could be ecstatic, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He looked up and saw that the tentacles of the Soul Devouring Beast were wrapped with human-shaped phantoms.

Those phantoms were the Mo Zhicheng he had transformed into, and the identities he had transformed into.

Those tentacles kept sweeping through his body, and every time they swept, they would bring out a phantom.

He began to feel that something was wrong.

Until another thick tentacle swept through, rolled through his body, and pulled something out bit by bit, he finally panicked.

Wen Yan stood far away and smiled.

"One more question, what do you think your soul is?

Is it a soul that may turn into a ghost after death?

Or is it the most indispensable thing to build you now?

What is it?

Is it your cold-bloodedness, unscrupulousness, being a pure bad guy who only does it for yourself?

Or do you think it is your wisdom?

Or your professional ability?"

As Wen Yan spoke, a golden light shone in the fake Mo Zhicheng's body, and the golden light was pulled out bit by bit by the tentacles of the soul-devouring beast.

Wen Yan paused for a moment and said in a deep voice.

"It's meaningless for me to define it.

But everything you do and all your performances are telling us one thing.

Your wisdom is not good, and your cruelty is not the key.

The only soul that has built you up to where you are now is your ability.

It doesn't matter whether you answer or not.

Because if you don't feel the same way, it won't have any effect.

Look, this is also the most real."

The fake Mo Zhicheng stood there, wailing in pain. This time, he really felt desperate.

He felt that his ability was leaving him.

He thought it shouldn't be like this, but as Wen Yan said, he knew it in his heart.

If you give his 'soul' a definition.

Then his ability is something more important than the soul in the literal sense.

This is the only core that has built him up to where he is now.

Unfortunately, the Soul Devourer's taste has also changed, and it no longer likes the soul in the literal sense.

Accompanied by the fake Mo Zhicheng's painful wailing, he wanted to grab something with despair on his face, but he couldn't grab anything.

He could only watch as a ball of golden light in his body was slowly pulled out of his body bit by bit.

He also felt that his ability was gradually weakening, and there was a tendency to get further and further away from him.

He tried to exert any influence on himself, but it was useless.

The more this happened, the more determined he was to think that his ability was his only soul.

The truth he believed in his heart was something he could not change.

He made all kinds of crazy attempts, trying to brainwash others and let others help him.

But there was only Wen Yan and Qin Kun here. He tried to brainwash Qin Kun, but Qin Kun just turned his head and looked at Wen Yan, and immediately began to bend over and vomit.

Within a few hundred meters, no help could be found.

He roared with a ferocious face, and made the last attempt, but it was useless.

Wen Yan stood far away, and didn't get close anyway, just watching quietly.

He now completely believed the advice given in the prompt and used all the means he could think of.

All he could think of, he had to try.

He was really a little scared. The fake Mo Zhicheng's ability was too outrageous. He could even revive people.

Then, who knows if he had made any backup plans in advance?

If he hadn't experienced the last whisper, if he hadn't experienced the fake Mo Zhicheng's plan, pushed him to the limit, and let him think that his ability was his only "soul".

Wen Yan really felt that even if he saw the fake Mo Zhicheng die on the spot today, watching him turn into ashes.

Maybe, he might not be completely dead.

The only way to be sure is to solve his ability first, and then go through other processes.

"Wen Yan!" The fake Mo Zhicheng had a hideous face and roared furiously, wanting to rush up and die with Wen Yan.

But the tentacles of the soul-devouring beast tore the golden light in his body, and pulled his body, so that he couldn't rush over at all.

He now understood why Wen Yan had been nagging him for a long time.

But it was too late.

The moment he and everyone, including Wen Yan, thought so, it was over.

He, who had been brainwashing others, was "brainwashed" by Wen Yan at the last moment.

Wen Yan remained silent and continued to retreat a distance, keeping a far enough distance to ensure that no accidents would happen.

He looked at Qin Kun who was standing not far away.

"Brother Qin, what do you think happened to my face?"

Qin Kun looked up, glanced at Wen Yan, and immediately continued to vomit, his face was a little pale.

Wen Yan nodded, okay, there shouldn't be any accidents now.

He waited quietly for a few minutes, and it still felt a bit reluctant, but the Soul Devourer had completely dragged the golden light out of the fake Mo Zhicheng's body.

The tentacles, with golden light, fell into the big hole and into the soul devourer.

When Wen Yan looked at the fake Mo Zhicheng, the reminder that had been hanging in his mind also gradually dissipated at this moment.

At the moment when the fake Mo Zhicheng completely lost his ability, the old man who had been standing still turned into a residual image, and one hand went straight through the chest of the fake Mo Zhicheng.

The fake Mo Zhicheng wanted to take a last look at Wen Yan, but Wen Yan hid right behind the old man, and didn't let him take a last look.