Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Yuan Ling's mouth made a sound that could not be described in words that Wu Ye knew at all. He could barely recognize that it was a feeling similar to roaring with his own hearing.

Although the resentful spirit was born to be a creature that only relied on resentment as a means of action and food for survival, but why, Wu Ye found in amazement that the resentful spirit seemed to be specifically targeting him.

Because he had never seen other resentful spirits, he was not sure whether every resentful spirit would stare so wide, or whether every resentful spirit would show such deep hatred.

"██——!"

There was no mouth-like organ on the Wraith Spirit's body. Although it was a little unlikely, this strange roar seemed to come from the blood-red eyes.

"██——!"

The resentful spirit repeats a single syllable, has no fixed shape and crazily twists, and makes all kinds of unthinkable movements, making the pair of blood pupils that are already infiltrating even more terrifying.

Like a mad hunting dog, the spirit of the resentful spirit seemed to become increasingly uncontrollable. While chasing Wuya, it kept destroying everything it saw along the way.

Grass, street lights, benches, it seems to destroy everything that can be seen in the field of vision.

The movement behind Wu Ye frowned, but he didn't slow down at all. He wanted to stop the mad dog-like monster immediately, but unfortunately he couldn't.

The only thing he can do is to minimize the scope of dealing with the opponent under controllable circumstances to avoid more bad situations.

Although it's already night, there are still many pedestrians on the road. Although he has led the grieving spirit away from the crowd, it is impossible to guarantee that there will be no accidents.

If you suddenly run out of the individual at this time, then there is really no fun.

"Tsk...!"

While Gangnier in his hand was doing all kinds of useless common sense, Wu also fell into irritability.

Although he summoned Gangnir in the previous few battles and did not turn the tide of the battle, it also played a role. Why didn't this time?

Wu also really couldn't figure out why the once invincible sharp spear, even the gods could stab a cool Gunganer, would be defeated by a mere resentful spirit.

Is it because I didn't charge up?Okay, thinking farther...

Wu Ye swept his spear and split the Wraith's body into two from the middle, but soon the Wraith's body merged together unscathed like sand.

I don't know the first few attempts, but he failed again.

But fortunately, I get used to it when I get more disappointed.

"██——!"

There was a deep hatred in the eyes of the resentful spirit. It repeated the same roar and repeated the same actions. The goal had not changed, but Wu Ye in front of him.

Once again, he met with the big blood-red eyes of Yu Ling, Wu Ye's frowning brow has not been let go since just now.

Perhaps it was because you came and I fought for a long time and there was no progress. Under the anxiety and boredom in his heart, Wu Ye actually began to have a new feeling for the meaningless roar of the resentful spirit.

There was a trace of resentment, a trace of grief and anger, and there seemed to be a trace of unwillingness and cursing. It is hard to imagine that the "empty shell" of the soul, which is not much stronger than the ghost, would actually reveal such rich feelings.

Of course, these are Wu Ye's guesses. After all, whether Yu Ling has "feelings" is still open to question.

As for hatred, hatred is a piece of belief left behind by the resentful spirit. It is no longer a kind of "emotion", but turned into a necessity for the resentful spirit's existence, equivalent to human flesh and blood.

No, it seems to be thinking more... now the main task should be to find a way to eliminate it.

Putting all the extra thoughts behind for the time being, the dual physical and mental strenuousness has made Wu have less luxury time to consider other things.

"You have to think of a way faster..."

That's how it is said, but in a hurry, Wu Ye can do anything else, the resentful spirit behind him is already about to catch up with him. From just now, its power seems to be getting stronger, no...

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

The unsuccessful mental pressure and the ever-increasing physical burden have already squeezed Wu Ye to the limit. If he can't figure out a way, I am afraid he will be consumed to death!

"Tsk... don't care!"

Wu is not an experienced man of all kinds of battles, young and vigorous is the embodiment of his character.

Stopping his escape, Wu Ye turned around and rushed towards the Wraith Spirit with Gangneil. No matter if he was useful, he would fight first!

"Ugh……"

I don't know if it was Wu Ye's illusion, I always felt that when he turned around, he seemed to sigh from somewhere.

But soon he understood that it was not an illusion, because--

"What the hell?!"

With Wu Ye's eyesight strengthened countless times, two silver streamers flew from under the distant night, one of which directly smashed the resentful spirit he had been unable to do for a long time into debris in the wind, and the other It fell on his head impartially.

Duang~

The silver streamer hit his head straight, Wu Ye's consciousness quickly faded like a tide, and before his sight was completely plunged into the darkness of the deep sea, he saw the true face of the streamer:

"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 it happened, Wu also couldn't remember.

Feeling relaxed dreaming.

When people get something, they will inevitably lose something.

Ever since Wu 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 be immersed in ordinary dreams at night, but the exhaustion the next day made him hate such dreams.

Wu couldn't calculate how long he had been dreaming of such a relaxed and stress-free dream like an ordinary person.

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

The white world is like a grassland covered by heavy snow. No other colors can be seen. The air is filled with water vapor, wet, but unexpectedly not disgusting.

Obviously, the place where Wu Ye stood before falling down was uneven with gravel, but now he felt that he was floating on a soft cloud, and his whole body was filled with a soft feeling deep into his bones.

I can't open my eyes.

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

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

Who is it?