Zongman: Please stop destroying the worldview!

Observing the evil spirit's reaction, Jianzi suddenly felt a surge of sympathy in her heart, and she understood the evil spirit's situation with a very disgusting feeling: it was afraid.

To be more precise, it, like him, was trying to suppress its fear, pretending not to notice the approach of the terrifying object. Jianzi was so familiar with this situation, so familiar with it that even if the other party was an evil spirit, he would be able to see the truth at a glance.

The evil spirit was just like her, having to endure the fear of being discovered! Jianzi felt a great sense of humor—her willpower was about to change from stopping herself from crying to stopping herself from laughing.

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pat, pat, pat.

The young man who caught up with the car was getting closer and closer. He didn't bring an umbrella with him, and his clothes were completely soaked by the rain. Water droplets fell from the corners of his clothes. The sound of water splashing in the car and the sound of his footsteps echoed together, making the whole car seem like his hunting ground.

He finally stopped and stood behind Jianzi's seat. He leaned over and whispered, "Hey, can you come and talk, Mr. Evil Spirit? You don't have to bother with this girl. I can see you."

This guy was actively talking to the evil spirit! In the past, the evil spirit would excitedly attack when it knew it could be seen, but now it just remained motionless, refusing to respond despite the young man's polite persuasion. Finally, he lost his patience and reached out to press the evil spirit:

"do not want!"

The evil spirit finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared, turning to flee. However, the demon, invisible to ordinary people and unstoppable by ordinary objects, was like a piece of rag after being grasped by the young man. It was torn into pieces by the invisible vortex and then swallowed up completely.

This evil spirit is not as good as me. At least I can maintain the pretense of not seeing anything until I die. Jianzi felt a strange sense of superiority in his heart.

I'm so lucky, so lucky. It seems I've met a real master who can really exorcise ghosts. Maybe I can be saved.

The evil spirit had disappeared. Jianzi raised her head, wanting to see who the young man was who could not resist the evil spirit. Then she regretted it.

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This is terrible, this is terrible, this is terrible. Even in front of the evil spirit, I can only give in and make peace. How can I rashly communicate with this existence that makes the evil spirit so terrified!?

Jianzi saw that the young man was definitely not human. Within that human appearance was a dazzling, eternally shining spark. What frightened her even more than this spark was the resentment that clung to him... Was it resentment?

Jianzi had seen many unfortunate souls haunted by the dead they'd touched, and she'd known murderers clinging to the souls of their victims, but she'd never seen such a tangle of resentment and karma. The resentment within the young man was no longer merely entwined or attached; it was a magnificent fusion, superimposed with an immense density. The wails of millions of lives, the causal connection of hundreds of millions of souls' deaths, unfolded before the young woman, a vision of despair and destruction.

Jianzi could no longer control her eyes. Her vision left the rain-soaked carriage and arrived at a place far away beyond her imagination.

Death, destruction, despair, doomsday—no words could describe the scene before me. Hundreds of billions of corpses crumbled to dust. Some were human, some as small as a human, some as large as a house, and some were unrecognizable. Mixed with the bricks, stones, and metals that had also been forcibly burned to ash, a thousand-foot-thick gray dust obscured the entire earth. In this dead, desolate sky, the sun was losing its stable shape, emitting a dazzling giant jet—

The scene switched rapidly, the perspective was swung to the point of vomiting, and Jianzi could not help but see more doomsday:

Man-eating demons have taken over human civilization. Once civilized cities have become dens for cannibals, and young children are being raised as food for the demons.

The immortal beasts are devouring everything, and civilization is lingering on on the floating islands. The fall of each floating island is the demise of a civilization.

A thousand-meter-high doom descended upon the lunar orbit, and day and night suddenly cycled a billion times. The entire human world instantly turned to dust, the continental shelves were torn out of the earth, the oceans were boiled, and the bustling metropolises were compressed by gravity into cubes of one meter square.

A grotesque and gigantic inverted witch was floating above the city, dragging the entire earth into that kaleidoscopic, abstract, and bizarre barrier. . . .

"Ding Dong"

The bus was about to arrive at the station, and the crisp reminder sound finally broke Jianzi out of the hallucination. She immediately closed her eyes - never want to look again!

She would rather fight ten thousand evil spirits face to face than experience these desperate doomsdays again!

But the terrifying young man did not let her go. He asked in that gentle voice, "Student, you can see it, right?"

Can't answer, can't answer.

Jianzi bit her lip, a trickle of blood oozing out. She knew she had encountered a terrifying being with whom she absolutely could not communicate. Compared to it, the evil spirit that had attacked her was a minor inconvenience. Facing such a being, the only resistance she could offer was to pretend she couldn't see or hear, to wrap herself in a veil of ignorance, and to tremble in an inescapable fear.

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Seeing that Jianzi didn't answer, Chen Mo asked again with concern:

"Uh, classmate, you look very unhappy. Are you okay?"

Can this girl actually see evil spirits? I feel like she must have been frightened by the evil spirit, but she acted as if she didn't see it at all... Could it be that I misunderstood again and she's just feeling unwell?

Chen Mo wanted to pat her shoulder, but was stopped by another hand: it was Chuan who was sitting next to Jianzi. She glared at him and said loudly:

"Hey, can't you see that Jianzi-chan is in trouble right now? Stop trying to chat me up with such nonsense!"

Chen Mo withdrew his hand helplessly. Hua acted like a hero protecting Jianzi, and even the passengers in the car cast condemning glances at him.

Yes, ordinary people cannot see evil spirits. From their perspective, he just kept muttering about the girl's position after getting in the car, and he kept pestering her even though she didn't respond. He was just a frivolous pick-up artist.

Chen Mo handed over a business card. "You misunderstood. I'm just promoting my firm—Chen Mo Magic Firm. We can handle all kinds of difficult matters! Whether it's hauntings, lost objects, curses, or spiritualism, you can consult me. The fee is only 15,000 yen per session. If I can't do the job, I won't charge!"

Hua took the business card and saw that it did have various contact information. His expression eased a little, but he still said to Chen Mo with caution: "

You'd better not use sweet words to deceive me! I won't believe such deceptive supernatural tricks! Jianzi-chan, let's go! "

Jianzi: "Uh... uh, um."

The bus had stopped at this time. Chuan pulled hard and pulled up Jianzi, whose legs were already moving non-stop, and hurriedly got off the bus.

Chen Mo sighed and sat in the empty seat. Since he was already on the bus, he decided to ride a few more stops to the area near his rental house before getting off.

The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops falling from the sky were stretched into long and narrow rain threads, weaving into a curtain stretching between the sky and the earth.

Today was another fruitless day. I caught a dozen evil spirits but didn't get any results. I discovered a girl who seemed to have psychic visions and kept ignoring me, almost becoming a suspected pervert. The only reward was getting drenched by the increasingly heavy rain. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I'll get drenched again on the way home after I get off the bus... This world really is against me!

Forget it, let's get some peace of mind and check my phone for any messages. First, I'll check on everyone who's finished the band. After the last meeting, all the band members exchanged contact information with me, making communication much easier. Oh, Hongxia just sent me a message saying she wanted to invite me to design a poster together today, but it was canceled due to the heavy rain...

Well, when the rain stops tomorrow, I’ll go find this gentle child.

Look at the message of the magic mutual aid group again, wow, this is,

Miss oblivionis was cursing in the group.

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[oblivionis]: I can't stand it anymore! How can there be such an unreasonable customer?! I told him that the delivery was delayed due to heavy rain! How can a courier in Japan deliver normally in this weather?!

I told him I'd give him free shipping once the product arrives, but he's still making a fuss! He insists on a refund, not a return! He's even threatening to complain about my poor attitude! How can someone this unreasonable be treated well? If customer service wasn't a job where they don't investigate minors and the pay wasn't high, I'd have quit long ago!

[Black Wings]: That's outrageous! How could they embarrass the staff like this?! I'm going to go get her!

[Evil King's True Eye]: Control your emotions, Ms. Oblivionis! Don't worry, I have 'Chaos Noise Cancelling Headphones' right here!

(Send a picture of headphones covered with rune stickers)

After wearing it, the customer's voice will become the 'whisper of the ancient gods', which is completely inaudible, so naturally you won't be angry!

[oblivionis]: No, I appreciate your kindness, I can handle this myself. I'm just complaining to you guys, but you'll understand once you start working here. It's inevitable to encounter some difficult and unusual customers!

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The chats among the group members are becoming more and more lively. Chen Mo thought with relief

Especially Miss Oblivionis, who was very reserved at the beginning, but now, apart from continuing to use gorgeous and exquisite words when introducing the world view, she has started to complain directly about her daily working life, and when talking about her hobbies, she even mercilessly criticized the other three people's musical tastes.

[Chen Mo]: That's right. Today, I helped people on the bus for free, except for returning the spirit, but they ignored me and treated me like a pervert! Who can I complain to?

Oblivionis and Chen Mo started complaining, and then Evil King True Eye and Black Wing also started complaining about the things that were not going well in their lives, from school to classmates to the rainy weather. People always have unlimited communication ability when complaining and gossiping. Chen Mo was watching the group members gossiping about the strange things they encountered in their lives with relish, when Bruce suddenly sent a quick message:

"Man! It's bad! The water pipe in the house next door broke, there's water all over the floor, and now it's flowing over here!"

Chen Mo: "...Is this what it means to have a leaky roof when it rains continuously?! It's so annoying!"

Chapter 17 The heavy rain is still falling

According to the news sent back by Bruce, the neighbor's water pipe broke, and the water in the house was overflowing, spreading to the corridor and pouring into the house where Uncle Chen lived.

Chen Mo quickly instructed Bruce to knock on the neighbor's door. The dog banged on the door with its paws for at least five minutes before someone finally came to open it.

The uncle, who was always drunk or on his way to get drunk, opened the door to Bruce, looking drowsy. Bruce saw that the uncle's home was in a state of ruin: a pipe in the kitchen had burst, sending a small fountain gushing out. The entire room was half a centimeter deep in water, and garbage, dust, and rust were scattered in the water, forming an untraceable swamp. It seemed that not only was the pipe burst, but the sewer was also blocked!

The tatami mats were already swollen with water, and the dirty clothes that had just been taken off, along with the empty beer cans, were floating on the water in a magical way. If nothing was done, these beer cans would soon visit Chen Mo's Mage Tower.

To make matters worse, the neighbor's windows were not closed yet, and the heavy rain outside poured into the house. The earthy smell stirred up by the rain hitting the windowsill and curtains mixed with the odor of the stagnant water on the ground, forming a hellish picture of an urban rainstorm.

Listening to the news sent back by Bruce, Chen Mo's mouth twitched. He knew that this neighbor was decadent, but he didn't expect him to be so decadent!

This uncle started drinking in the morning. When he was drunk, he leaned against the wall and was half asleep. When it started to rain, he didn't close the window and didn't care when the water pipe burst. It's not surprising that he drowned in his own home if he continues like this!

"Hmm, Xiangzi, are you back? Why is there a dog? What a big dog, hehe... I must not have woken up yet..."

The neighbor was clearly still half asleep. After opening the door and seeing the big Bruce, he reached out to touch the dog's head. After stroking it twice and feeling Bruce's wonderful touch, the neighbor smiled with relief, slowly sat down against the doorframe, and began snoring again.

Bruce went forward and nudged him with his nose and licked him with his tongue, but the neighbor could not wake up no matter what. Even if he opened his eyes temporarily, he could only grin foolishly and mumble some incomprehensible words.

"Man, what should I do? This neighbor won't wake up."

"What else can we do? Go fix his water pipes right now! Otherwise, our Mage Tower will be flooded too!"

The building Chen Mo rented was quite old. Not only were the plumbing and electrical systems generally in disrepair, but the waterproofing and soundproofing were also quite poor. If water continued to accumulate in the neighbor's house, the entire corridor would soon be affected, including his own mage tower. The walls and floors might even become moldy after the flooding.

"I don't know how to fix it."

"Then let me do it!"

Besides the usual communication commands, a planeswalker's summons can also be directly controlled by the planeswalker—in fact, the latter is the mainstream method of control, after all, intelligent and communicative creatures only account for a small fraction of summons. Chen Mo began to remotely control Bruce's movements, while also observing the surrounding environment through Bruce's senses:

Oh, Bruce's description was understated. The family's belongings, those in lower areas soaked by the accumulated water, and those in higher areas were drenched by the heavy rain. Nothing was spared, a heavy blow to this modest family. The dirty water evenly spread the filth on the floor across the furniture. Chen Mo suspected that if he waited another night, this place would be able to produce black mana!

The dying uncle next door is okay, as long as he has alcohol to drink, it doesn't matter if he rots here, but it seems that there is a girl living in this house. The neatly placed items of the girl can be seen getting wet by the rain. The only thing that survived is a doll hidden in the corner.

Never mind, let's not think too much about it. We need to get down to business first. Chen Mo controlled Bruce's body and waded through the water. First, he closed the window that let in the rain, then tightened the sluice gate, opened the clogged sewer, and then found a way to repair the water pipe.

A dog's paws aren't as handy as a human hand, but Bruce was big and strong, so he could still use them. First, he leaped onto the windowsill and slammed the window shut. Then, he crawled under the kitchen stove, found the sluice gate, bit it with his teeth, and turned it hard—oh, it seemed he'd used too much force, and it actually closed the gate. But with a loud bang from Capone, the sluice gate, along with half of the pipe, twisted. It was probably unusable, and water began to pour out from another damaged area.

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The rain poured down in torrents, forming small rivers on the road. On the road where the sky and the earth merged into one, Toyokawa Shoko ran anxiously, holding an umbrella, her shoes and socks splashed with mud.

Today, while working in customer service, she encountered several difficult customers who took advantage of the heavy rain to make trouble. After struggling to settle them, she cursed them in the middle school chat group: They are all a bunch of middle school weirdos, no one really cares what they say, and it is the oblivionis who are talking nonsense, what does it have to do with me, Toyokawa Shoko?

After venting his emotions, Xiangzi felt much better. Joining this group chat was the right decision. After listening to his complaints, no one pretended to sympathize with him. Instead, they all started cursing the bad luck they had encountered in life.

Seeing my group friends also suffer such bad luck, I feel much better! It’s time to get off work, and I feel refreshed after work. After getting my salary, I can temporarily forgive the world for an hour————

Not realizing that she was gradually becoming the stupid group member that Chen Mo had in mind, Xiangzi looked at the heavy rain outside the house and was glad that she had brought an umbrella. Sure enough, there are good things in life - until she received that call.

It was the neighbor downstairs, the equally destitute woman, who was shouting that Xiangzi's house was leaking and that water was already dripping through the ceiling into their home!

Xiangzi apologized hastily and told her that his father was home and asked him to fix the water pipes. But more than ten minutes later, the neighbor downstairs called again: Xiangzi's door was locked and no one answered after knocking for a long time.

"It's raining heavily now, and the walls of my house are already wet! Are you deliberately doing this to get me wet? I'm going to complain to the landlord!"

Father... Father must have been drunk again.

Xiangzi clenched the phone tightly. Rather than anger, he felt more sadness and grievance. He could not even hear the threats and curses coming from his neighbor on the phone.

I moved out of Fengchuan's house and lived with my father, hoping that he would cheer up again. But no matter how many times my father vowed to work hard, how many times he apologized to me, and how many times he tried to find a job, in the end he was addicted to the anesthesia of saving his life and collapsed in the low-rent housing, rotting away.