"If other ghosts want to survive, they must kill people. Only by killing people can they support them to survive." Wang Yuan thought: "Every time they kill people, they will absorb the resentment from the dead. If this continues, ghosts will only become more and more fierce."

"Of course it's more likely that even a ghost can't kill a single person." Wang Yuan gently swept around the corpse and absorbed the white air. Even if Wang Yuan now wants to kill someone, it will be very difficult without the help of the crow.

He must be extremely close to that person, and then use his white energy to offset the other party's white energy with his own will, and finally use the weak interference force to interfere with the weak internal organs in the other party's body. If the other party is strong, it may not be able to kill it.

"So it's really difficult to develop ghosts." Wang Yuan thought about how to deal with the remaining seven people. It was a waste to kill them all. In order not to be infected by the negative emotions of the deceased, he could not absorb the white air.

"The reason why I am polluted is that when I absorb the other person, the other person's final emotions are all about pain, resentment and resentment." Wang Yuan thought of a kind of person: "What if they die with a calm or even joyful mood?"

"This is operational." Wang Yuan remembered some information from the person he absorbed: "Negri, is the god of disease and ominousness?"

"According to this person's memory, the system did not lie at the beginning. This world is really just a low-demon world." Wang Yuan believed that there were gods in this world. After all, such things happened in time travel, and it is not an exaggeration to have gods, but he did not believe that there were gods in this world.

"After all, it is impossible to have eight million gods in one area like Sakura Country."

In this person's memory, the world divided many races according to the region, for example, they were Cauchy people, and the Cauchy people claimed all things with divine names, such as Negri, who symbolized disease and ominousness, the Goddess of Menas, the Goddess of Doom, and the Goddess of New Breeds. In addition, there are many gods, symbolizing all kinds of things they can contact.

According to the degree of faith, most of these people are in a state of superficial faith. For example, the deer is the messenger of the goddess of luck Ryers. According to legend, anyone who kills the deer will be abandoned by Ryers and pointed it out to her sister Menas, but you see, now put a deer in front of the hunting team, will they kill it or not.

When it does not affect themselves, they will pay attention to some taboos of "gods", but once it involves themselves, they will not care so much.

"So those older and experienced people in the team must die." Wang Yuan thought.

Some people's belief changes are called periodic. When they are young, they may still retain some awe of these, but after experiencing them a lot, they will understand that these are all false. Interestingly, once people reach old age, they will pay attention to these things again.

"I need to do one thing, defeat them and then dominate them." Wang Yuan is a good learner. This was how the system treated him at the beginning. The system defeated him, dominated his life and death, and dominated the protagonist halo on him. Now he wants to survive and live better, he also needs to do so.

Hearing the noise gradually rising over there, Wang Yuan ordered the crows who were still pecking at the corpse to fly away and wait quietly among the corpse.

With Wang Yuan's current soul integrity, his perception of the bacteria in the crow's body became clearer. He could feel that the bacteria were still changing constantly, which consumed a lot of energy from the crow, causing the crow to always eat.

"As a matter of this, the crow won't live long." Wang Yuan waited quietly: "Be stronger, I need to be stronger!!"

After a while, the hunting team came here with weapons and found an unrecognizable corpse. The bearded Dax's face looked gloomy under the throbbing flames of the torch.

In previous years, the team went out to hunt, but there was something that had happened to the death of members, but this time it was different. I was unclear, and a person died like this, and he didn't even scream much. An ominous feeling arose in his heart.

However, as the team leader, Dax did not show any uneasy performances, otherwise the team would be difficult to lead.

"Buried Nak's body on the spot..." Dax said, suddenly narrowing his eyes, picking up a black feather from the ground, looking at the wound on the body, he said seriously: "Don't leave the weapon, be careful of the attack from heaven."

"Did Nageri's believers be targeting us?" Comoros said with fear at the black feather.

"What are you saying!" Dax said with a deep face, "How could Negri be eyeing us? It's just an accident. If you have nothing to do, go to bed. Just be careful if you keep an eye on the night."

Although the others looked bad, they did not deny Dax's words. The two people who were good with Naike on weekdays took action together, lifted his unrecognizable body aside, began to dig the soil pit, and prepared to bury the body.

Although the two burying the corpse were sad, they didn't care too much about it. This is how they live in this world, dying from hunger, conflicts with the Kents, disease, and attacks by wild animals. They have seen too many such life and death.

Throwing the body into the pit, breathing the fragrance of the soil and the fishy smell of blood, the two of them covered the soil bit by bit.

The earth pit is not big. Perhaps in a short while, wild beasts will find the smell of blood, dig the earth pit open, and then have a good meal. However, the two of them don’t care. Now they just need to bury it and make themselves feel at ease.

The two of them looked at the filled soil pit and kept gasping, feeling unprecedented fatigue, which made the two of them a little confused. As a hunting team, if they are not in good health, they are just kidding their lives. They are just digging a soil pit and burying a corpse. How could they be so tired?

"Ahem, something is wrong." A man said with a cough: "It's not too cold tonight, why do I feel a little dizzy."

"I'm a little too, hurry up and go to bed by the fire." Another person's face was not very good-looking. He was so unlucky this time. He didn't have enough prey and even died. Now he has signs of getting sick.

The two of them ran back to the fire, and the guards asked why they had been so long. They just responded to it casually, drank a little hot water, and then fell asleep beside the fire. They kept praying to the strong god Helro in their hearts, hoping that they would heal the pain when they woke up early tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!