I really don't want to be a master

Chapter 257 Black Hand
Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi looked at each other, and they couldn't believe their own judgment.Does a mere junior psychic have such a big influence?Could it be that the psychic hiding in the fence is deliberately showing weakness?

Just when the two brothers were puzzled, a group of people came out from the largest house.

This group of people are all young, there are men and women, the men are unusually handsome, and the women are enchanting and charming.They all wore very little clothes, just like those in the pharaoh's harem in ancient Egypt. Only a few pieces of poor cloth were wrapped around the important parts, and the rest of the body was completely exposed.

Among the crowd, there was a very eye-catching person. He was wearing a bright red robe and wrapped his body tightly.

As soon as this group of people appeared, it immediately caused a commotion on a large scale. Everyone within the range of the fence knelt down and bowed down, shouting in unison: "See the psychic Supreme Master!"

Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi couldn't believe their eyes. Is this a TV show?The person in the bright red robe exuded faint fluctuations in spiritual power. He was just a junior psychic, but he was treated like an emperor.

Everyone was saluting him, and the eyes they looked at him were full of fear, expectation, fanaticism and admiration.

The man in the bright red robe ignored the crowd kneeling on the ground, and led the handsome men and women behind him to the gate of the fence.Cheng Bugui and Qu Zhongzhi didn't know what kind of medicine these people were selling in their gourds, so they simply stood there and watched the changes.

"It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar!" The man in the bright red robe greeted Qu Zhongzhi with a big smile, "I, Adolf, a psychic disciple of the Holy Spirit Sect, don't you know your name?"

I have never heard of the Holy Spirit sect, but Qu Zhongzhi remained calm on the surface, and said indifferently: "Fellow Daoist, my surname is Qu, and my name is Zhongzhi. I am the No. 14 disciple of Yashan Liu."

"Long-awaited! Long-awaited!" Adolf cupped his hands and said, "Friend Daoist has great powers, and the fluctuation of spiritual power is far superior to mine! Admire, admire. I don't know where you come from? Where are you going?"

Qu Zhong looked straight at the large black crowd kneeling in the fence, frowned slightly and said, "This doesn't seem like a place to talk..."

Qu Zhongzhi pretended to be hesitant when he spoke, but Adolf slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "Look at me, I'm a fool, since I'm a fellow, how can I not treat me when I pass by? Fellow Daoist, please come in quickly, let's go in Talk about it."

He turned to a petite woman next to him and said, "Tell them to disperse, order them down, and prepare a banquet. I want to entertain this psychic master!"

The petite woman agreed, bowed her head and took a few steps back before turning around to disperse the crowd.Her appearance was almost three points more respectful than the court ladies treated the emperor back then.

Success or not and Qu Zhongzhi didn't know why, but Adolf took it for granted.He took a look at Cheng Bugui, and didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations from Cheng Bugui, so he didn't pay much attention to it.He probably thought that Cheng Bugui was a servant of Qu Zhongzhi, so he only greeted Qu Zhongzhi and ignored Cheng Bugui.

Whether it is successful or not, he was happy to be quiet, not only did not point out, but even pretended to be a servant.Qu Zhongzhi had a keen mind, so naturally he wouldn't be confused, so he simply followed Adolf into the fence, assuming a lordly attitude.

When passing the fence, Cheng Bugui took a closer look and found that most of the wood that made up the fence was peach wood that was more than ten years old.Peach wood wards off evil spirits, and this fence alone can prevent many low-level evil spirits.I just don't know where Adolf got so many old mahogany trees?

Not only the fence is made of peach wood, all the building materials in this village are very strange.The floor is paved with graphite, glutinous rice and peach pits are strewn all over the roadside, roosters and black dogs are raised in every household, wind chimes are hung everywhere, and copper coins are hung at the door.

In addition to these, there are all kinds of other strange things.This kind of formation used to be only displayed when the haunted house was haunted.But thinking about the zombies and evil spirits all over the fence, it is not difficult to understand the good intentions of doing so.

Adolf lived in the largest room of all the houses, and the room he was in didn't have any objects to ward off evil spirits, it was just an ordinary brick house.But the inside of the house is very gorgeous, the floor is paved with gold bricks one by one, and the walls are covered with emeralds, agates, gemstones and pearls. In the past, even a billionaire could not buy a tenth of the things in this house.

Adolf didn't care about these gold and silver treasures, and his many followers seemed to be familiar with each other, but Qu Zhongzhi and Cheng Bugui were slightly shocked.

Everyone sat down as guests and hosts, Adolf took the main seat, Qu Zhongzhi sat at the head, and the winner stood silently behind him.Adolf clapped his hands, and wine and various dishes were served.

Cheng Bugui watched with cold eyes, and found that those attendants who turned a blind eye to the treasures in the room looked at the food on the table but their eyes were shining, and they needed to exercise restraint to prevent their saliva from flowing out.He frowned, feeling even more puzzled in his heart.

Adolf assumed the posture of a hospitable host, toasted Qu Zhongzhi continuously, and waved some people to dance for fun.Those who were chosen were elated, and the others were all envious.

Ten people were selected, five men and five women.They were in pairs, swinging their limbs to their heart's content, dancing very wildly and sexy.

During the dinner, Qu Zhong couldn't stop beating Adolf, and finally figured out the doubts that had been hanging in the hearts of the two brothers for many days.

It turned out that ten years had passed since they entered the Blood Fiend Hell, and on the day they entered Hell, a doomsday undead frenzy broke out!

The population has dropped sharply to less than one percent of its original size, and it is scattered all over the world.The living conditions of human beings have almost returned to the primitive society, and there is no power supply anymore, and there is no productivity brought by any technological means.

Human civilization has been completely destroyed, and the prosperous age of psychics has come again!
A psychic is a god in the minds of ordinary people, an omnipotent holy master, and a savior who protects people from being corrupted by evil spirits.The surviving people sought the blessing of the psychic one after another, and gradually formed new cities one after another around the psychic.The psychic is the master of these new cities, mastering everything in the city.

Of course, not all psychics are qualified to guard a city. A psychic like Adolf, who is only an entry-level psychic, has shallow spiritual power, so he can only build a small village in the wilderness for fun.The village he blessed was named Taomu Village, and it took in hundreds of people.

Qu Zhongzhi didn't care about how Adolf became a qualified village owner. He and Cheng Bugui exchanged glances quietly, and they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

Although all kinds of mysteries after returning from hell were solved, more questions surfaced afterward.

What happened to the frenzy of evil spirits?As soon as they entered hell, the evil doomsday erupted. Is it a coincidence or man-made?The frenzy of evil spirits came too suddenly, and subsided even more suddenly, as if there was an invisible big hand manipulating everything, with the purpose of restoring the prosperity of the psychic.Do these invisible hands of darkness really exist?After the end of the evil spirits, the order was rebuilt too quickly. In just ten years, a new class ruled by psychics was formed. If all this was not premeditated, who would believe it?
Who is so insane, triggering the doomsday of evil spirits, and even destroying the entire human race to restore the past scenery of the psychic world?

No matter who it is, his goal has been achieved.

According to Adolf, today's psychic world is full of talented people, and geniuses emerge in large numbers in troubled times.Psychic masters have grown up one after another, and many people are already attacking the great psychic masters, but I haven't heard of anyone succeeding yet.

Compared to the previous Dharma-ending era, where divine channels were not visible to the world, and ordinary people had never even heard of the name of a psychic, the psychic world today is more than just a word of beauty?Who has witnessed the end of the evil spirits, and who survived the human race without awe of the psychic?Who doesn't want to learn the magic way to become a psychic?
If all of this is man-made, the cruelty and terror of the black hand behind the scenes will make almost everyone in the world tremble.But does the rise of psychics really mean the glory of the psychic world?
The psychic who appeared after the end of evil spirits did not know the mission of the psychic at all, let alone have any principles.Just like Adolf, he started to do his best when he had supernatural powers. How could he show any signs of subjugating demons and maintaining the stability of the human world?

Why did the ancient psychic world decline?Isn't it because the psychics Weifu used the fire that they didn't know how to protect human beings, so they were punished by God?
　Wow! ! !The old man is full of inspiration, and the follow-up plot is treacherous and cunning. Even I can't help but be a reader and read the outline several times!
　　But the more I write, the less supernatural it seems. Alas, I am vacillating between finishing a new book and continuing to create. I hope that all book friends will actively express their opinions, so that I can make a decision.

　　The current situation is that it is okay to finish the book, and the plot still has a twist, but it is estimated that many people have guessed a lot based on the previous style...

　　It's okay to not finish the book, but the supernatural style will never come back...

　　If you write it again, it will become fantasy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)