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Chapter 584 God of Plague
Let’s not talk about how the meeting of the leaders of the giant companies went. When Song Ji woke up from the game, he suddenly found that the world had changed. Red-marked posts on the Internet kept flashing one after another.

He selected the few free posts from a large number of them, browsed through them one by one, and was stunned and confused.

"Ghost? Is the Cyberworld haunted? Knocking ghosts, isn't this the Slit-mouthed Woman? What's going on in this world? Why are there such ghosts, and they're lurking on the Internet, Internet ghosts? Will there be a war between pigeons and pandas next?"

Song Ji couldn't help but feel a headache. Not only did the world give him a big trouble again, with a bunch of weird things popping up, but also because of this unexpected situation, the accuracy of his memory of his past life was once again crushed to the ground.

"My memories from my previous life are no longer useful as a reference. Even the current information cannot be used. Since it is half true and half false, I will treat it as false."

He quickly made up his mind, stood up and rummaged in the corner, found a thick notebook, opened the black cover, and saw densely packed small characters. This was the information he had compiled based on his memories of his previous life when he came to this world.

Song Ji even planned several routes to obtain certain important items or treasures based on the time nodes in his memory, but plans could not keep up with changes. This weird cyber world had a new trick every day, and his newly-made strategy was scrapped before it could be implemented.

If you don't make a decision when you should, you will suffer the consequences. Since it cannot be used as a reference, destroy it all. This will prevent you from subconsciously using your past life memories as a reference when dealing with emergencies in the future, which will lead to unforeseeable mistakes.

He tore off pieces of paper one by one, and then used his spiritual power to gather fire and ignite them. Song Ji watched the white papers covered with words turn into ashes, and his heart became more and more confused.

Only after he crushed the ashes bit by bit and threw them out of the window, looking at the dust in the wind, did he calm down again.

"First collect intelligence, then see how the parties react. Now saving your life is the most important thing."

Song Ji read the posts and comments again and again. What was laughable was that the people in the cyber world all had big hearts. The various chaos he imagined did not happen. Perhaps it was because the cyber world was too chaotic to begin with, and fighting poison with poison made it calmer?

People treated this incident of evil spirits coming out of their cages as a new form of entertainment. Not only were they not afraid, some even went out of their way to look for these weird ghost things.

Song Ji even saw someone wandering around the Internet, trying to find the slit-mouthed woman hiding in the virtual network. Someone even cut a big hole in his mouth in advance to see how the slit-mouthed woman would deal with it. What's even better is that he also started a live broadcast, but it charges a fee, and money is charged by the minute.

After watching for a few dozen minutes, Song Ji gained a lot, not much, but not little either. He understood the overall situation quite a bit. As for those cyber warriors who were hunting ghosts, he guessed that their ending would not be too good. He had already found that the accounts of several posts were logged out, but this did not stop the Cybermen's enthusiasm for hunting ghosts.

After writing down the useful information, Song Ji stood up and walked out. His small arms and legs, even if they had a little bit of cultivation, were still tender shoots, and would be uprooted by the wind. Since he wanted to save his life, of course he had to hold on to the golden thigh. Coincidentally, Song Ji knew where the golden thigh was. The golden thigh was so thick that it was not only 100% real gold, but even the hair on the leg was gold.

As Song Ji walked, he thought that no matter what Maitreya asked for or how he was driven away, he would definitely not leave, because everything that happened here greatly increased his sense of crisis. With his size, he could still fight for a few rounds with the cyber people with sufficient firepower, but if he had to compete with those gods and ghosts, he might as well find a good tomb in advance and see if he could resurrect as a ghost after his death. In this way, he would also have changed camps and become a colleague of the ghosts. At least colleagues should be gentle, right?
Song Ji didn't notice that after he left, bits of dust gathered from all directions, swirling together, as if they were being controlled by an invisible hand and continued to accumulate.

The paper scraps and dust continued to aggregate and stick together, gradually returning to their original shape. The broken pieces of material were connected, the wrinkles were smoothed out, and finally a notebook with only a few pages was formed.

A few blood-red letters gradually appeared on the black cover of the notebook: DEATH NOTE. The series of handwriting flashed an ominous black light, and drops of blood almost dripped between the lines.

A vague and continuous aura of death began to spread. If no one stopped it, the notebook would curse all living beings nearby, randomly determining the time and manner of death for each person. This curse would be updated and overturned from time to time. As long as there were still people alive, one day they would not be able to escape the rounds of death judgments, and eventually a death realm would be formed with no living beings, only endless silence.

As the number of people who die in the notebook gradually increases, this death zone will continue to expand, and the increase in range will make the notebook's power and lethality increase exponentially.

The complete form of the notebook at that time will have the ability to curse electronic ghosts and evil spirits, and the function of causing all things to perish. It will grow into the embodiment of the concept of death and erase other concepts at the same time, allowing concepts to enter the eternal silence of death.

At this moment, the aura emitted by the notebook was suddenly shattered by a flash of knife light. A figure wearing all black and holding a knife appeared above the notebook. After slashing with the knife, he gradually fell silent.

The notebook seemed to have suffered a severe blow, and seemed to be furious. It flipped the pages noisily. After a period of helpless rage, the notebook sank and merged with the blank notebook that Song Ji had placed aside. They fit together perfectly, a match made in heaven.

It was said to be fusion, but in fact it was swallowing. Fortunately, Song Ji did not have the habit of writing his name in the notebook, otherwise, at the moment the swallowing was completed, the breath of death would entangle him, making him embody the coincidental murderous intent of Death is coming.

He also would not know that as the most special player in "Gate of Eternal Life" and the protagonist chosen by Maitreya, Song Ji's body is more compatible with the devil, and the abnormal objects or strange souls that pass through his hands are more likely to be stimulated to have more powerful abilities and become BUG-level abnormal existences.

If other people are cracks on a jar, with the demonic energy flowing through them being tiny and only able to spawn nameless monsters, then Song Ji is a water pipe, continuously spawning big monsters with elite templates and even BOSS templates. He is a walking disaster and a hotbed of evil spirits. Wherever he goes, evil spirits come from him, and wherever he passes, ghosts swarm. He is truly a plague god sent from heaven.

(End of this chapter)