Overgod Ascension

“A grieving spirit, indeed! ”

Wu Ming sighed and suddenly slammed forward and punched!

Boom!

A wooden frame collapsed, the porcelain vase on it smashed the floor and the girl's figure disappeared.

“In the dream, even Steven's physical qualities have been restored. The reality is quite high...”

He laughed: "It's been a long time since I've done all I can! ”

“Do you want to hide? ”

The girl's voice came and her two little hands had grabbed Wu Ming's ankle.

“Shock!”

Wu Ming's feet twisted like a plow of iron on the plow floor, and the hard wooden slabs broke apart, but the little girl's hands were vain and instantly disappeared.

“Hee-hee! ”

The girl's laughter kept coming, the face with tears of blood appeared in the mirror, on the wall, in the ceiling lamp...

Boom!

Wu Ming's face remained unchanged, his fists and feet were as windy as the wind, and instantly dismantled the surrounding area.

“Hee-hee! ”

The surrounding ringtone continued, and the little girl's phantom appeared again, undamaged.

“Hoo-hoo...”

Wu Ming exhaled: “After the warm-up exercise, it's time to move real...”

His eyes were slightly squinted. In the knowledge of the sea, his mental power was magnified, and in a moment, he became an invisible barrier, shocked out.

Boom!

As if a typhoon had crossed, a tornado had ravaged, the invisible and astonishing forces had swept away instantly, and everything in front of Wu Ming was constantly shattering under the agitation of spiritual forces, breaking down and turning into dust, revealing a void.

The little girl screamed and the moment disappeared.

“To deal with evil spirits, it is still necessary to use spiritual strength...”

“However... the boxing ability in dreams is still in line with the rules of reality, but the role of mental strength is amplified...”

Wu Ming's face showed a hint of regret, apparently regretting the lack of real combat data.

He turned this ghost dream into a free testing ground.

This time it was obvious that the real harm had been done to the little girl, and the whole dream was hazy and it was not long before the villa reappeared.

Everything inside was restored and the bells of delight rang again.

“You should know that this is not going to work for me...”

Wu Ming sighed and also understood the limits of this ghost: “I can totally beat this place again and compete with your mental strength, but I am already lazy to play with you...”

The expression on his face was dramatic, and the smile in the corner of his mouth widened: “Who is it? How dare you invade my sea of knowledge with such great courage? ”

Even after a rebirth, his true spirit is also branded with a little Golden Immortal!

There is no way to intrude into his sea of perception and heart, let alone spiritual control and allure.

Pfft!

He gently punched a thumb.

Knock, knock!

Numerous cracks suddenly appeared in the void, and the spinning, massive breaking noise sounded, and the space actually broke apart like a mirror.

“Baby, let me see you! ”

Wu Ming went forward and picked up an octave box in the shattered void.

It's exactly the same shape as the real one, just a little bit of blood on it.

“I'm coming! ”

His eyes peeled and the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

A scene memory is drawn out, forming a picture as if it were a projection.

Or just now, in the villa, a couple of middle-aged couples were concentrating, drawing a six-mounted array of stars on the ground with blood and bone powder, mumbling about what they were praying about.

After years of rituals, the personalities of the two become more and more strange, and eventually some neurotic tendencies emerge.

Neighbors are getting more alienated from them, but they can't stop them from still doing what they do.

At the end of the day, there was a bloody picture.

“Impossible… why is there no demon god, even a grieving spirit who answers our call…”

The couple screamed in despair, appearing more and more frightened, and finally looked at the little girl.

“Our plan is gonna work, baby, you gotta help us! ”

“Don't, don't...”

The little girl was forced into the corner with a dead octave in her hand.

“Ilotti, you have a noble lineage, you will awaken, if we do not get the help of the Grieving Spirit, why not just make one? ”

The crazier their voices get.

At the end of the day, it was a yellow newspaper with a big case in it - 'Three people in the family died! Suspected of being a tragedy caused by an overdose of hallucinogenic drugs, the Police Department will continue to intensify its efforts to combat the trade in illegal and dangerous drugs...’

……

“Alas...”

The morning sun fell through the window, and Wu Ming looked at the octave in front of him.

His hands caressed gently, wondering if it was a delusion, the slightly dark breath immediately swept away: “Rest in peace...”

This grievance spirit was purified, but the resulting problem plunged Wu Ming into a deep thought: “Has the inheritance been broken? A family of witches can't even solve the most basic summoning ceremony...”

He couldn't help but think of history.

The original kingdom of Golden Oak, which had undergone many coups and disturbances, even once had a dark period of fifty years. The war, combined with the prevalence of black death diseases, had made barbarism and ignorance mainstream, and the entire kingdom had almost returned to its primitive society.

It is in this environment that the heritage of civilization is cut off, albeit with extraordinary power.

Until the advent of the new technological revolution, which saved the entire kingdom and the world, some things had disappeared completely into history.

“This thing… maybe a good bait too? ”

Wu Ming punched the eight-pound box in his hand.

Even though the extraordinary power of the world seems to be a bit of a parade, and even less resistant to national machines, there is still a little residue.

The resentment and spiritual power that remains on this eight-point box is as obvious to them as a torch in the night.

If it's well arranged, maybe you can catch something.

“I don't know if the kingdom of Kim Oak is prepared for this...”

Such an extraordinary existence, which the State must have a record of, would a specialized counterpart be established? This is also an issue that Wu Ming had to consider.

Otherwise, instead of attracting the attention of the kingdom, Wu Ming did not want to live under surveillance or simply be caught as a white mouse.

……

“Hey, Neville, how's your sister? ”

A few days later, Wu Ming found Neville.

“Very good!”

Neville had a happy smile on his face: "Since you took that damn box, my sister has finally slept well and is recovering...”

“Very good!”

Wu Ming shook his hand and threw something into Neville's hand.

“Is this… ah? ”

Neville grabbed it with his hands and feet, but when he found out that it was the mysterious octave, he almost threw it out with a shake.

“Don't worry, I checked it, it's just a very ordinary music box...”

Wu Ming shrugged her shoulders: “About your sister, I think she's just too nervous. The child has nightmares...”

“But…”

Neville obviously wanted to say something more, and suddenly he saw Wu Ming's eyes.

The blue pupil, like the ocean, was deep and unpredictable, with darkness at the bottom.

The expression on his face suddenly changed, his eyes were a little confused, his mouth whispered unconsciously: “It's just a child having a nightmare...”

With Wu Ming's current mental strength, it's enough to be any hypnotist, but now it's just a simple spiritual implication.

After all, it's not good for Neville or him.

“Well, sell it! ”

Wu Ming pointed to the octave box on Neville's hand, with a strange smile on his face.

On top of the box, he also made a little bit of little hands and feet.

I'm sure some real ‘collectors’ would be interested in this auroral box.

“I don't know how many hooks? ”

Wu Ming had some expectations and quickly sent off to St. George's Secondary School, still in trance.

The curriculum of the secondary school department is quite relaxed, almost like that of previous universities, all instructor-designated classroom lectures, students bring their own textbooks to listen to in the past, even with few names.

Moreover, there are only half a day of courses, and half a day is free time.

Successful graduation from secondary school is possible only if sufficient credits are met and then the university examinations are passed, and, of course, it is only after obtaining this diploma that students have the right to rush to universities to continue their studies.

With the courses scheduled at this time, credits for the first school year are still a little less than half short, and these are required to participate in community activities to earn them.

“These associations are also semi-communal in nature, no wonder the presidents are the focus of the checklist…”

Wu Ming had a blank piece of paper in front of him and wrote a painting on it at will.

Listening to classes, writing all the time, like a good student who listens carefully and takes notes.

But as soon as Vidie came and looked at it, she was dazzled by the symbols like ghost drawings on it.

“Steven, what are you doing? ”

After a lesson, when the teacher left, he couldn't wait to ask.

“Nothing, just graffiti...”

Wu Ming rubbed what he wrote into a bunch and threw it in the garbage basket.

These are his difficult deductions about the Big Luo scripture. Anyway, the true text of the Taoist symbol is harder to understand than any ancient text in these different worlds. Not to mention it's still broken. It doesn't really inspire energy and power.

‘But if there really is a genius, maybe I can still see something in my draft... am I out of mystery...'

Wu Mingkou smiled with a little mystery: ‘I don't know if there will ever be such luck or bad luck...'