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Thirty minutes later, Yang Sheng led them all the way back, re-entered the underground "demon world" ecosystem, and found the shelter used by the prophet before.

Yang Sheng waved his hand casually and cast a few [Cleaning Spells], which flew across the cave wall like a circle of light, clearing away all the dust in the cave.

The white-haired young man and the evil ghost man were like two logs, leaning against the wall of the cave, one on the left and one on the right.

Both of them were cast into a set of control and confinement spells, and there were magic cones in their bodies that restricted their vitality. The white-haired young man was fine, except for being weak and unable to move, he was not feeling any discomfort. If the evil ghost man had not been fed a few drops of [recovery potion] on the way, the ruptured wounds on his body would have closed again, and he would have died by now.

Yang Sheng subconsciously took off his iron armor, but there was no anti-interference barrier here. The diameter of the armor without being folded was much larger than a basketball, so it was "stuck" again. Fortunately, it was just a slight swelling on his forehead, but the strange feeling was not very strong.

"Tsk..."

The reason why "God's Iron Armor" is in double quotes instead of [God's Iron Armor] is that, in addition to the lack of the equipment's [Attribute Panel], it also does not have the built-in artificial intelligence system in the comics or movies. Unless that thing increases the investment of magical resources to "think about it", it will at least take a way to cram a classroom-sized supercomputer into it to have a chance of achieving 1/3 or 1/4 of Jarvis and Friday.

When the one-touch changing function didn't work, Yang Sheng had to take off his clothes manually.

With a series of mechanical clicks, he opened the front armor of his suit and walked out.

The battle suit was not put away, but kept with the front open in the corner of the cave.

Although the white-haired young man and the evil ghost man saw the design of the iron armor for the first time, they were mentally prepared and knew that there should be a person inside. However, they were still a little surprised to see Yang Sheng walking out from inside.

As a human being, he had no unusual features. Apart from being handsome, his clothing and appearance were no different from those of other people. Even the white-haired young man's clothes were more stylish than his.

Yang Sheng first came to the white-haired young man, but did not remove the spell on him. Instead, he took out an iron ingot from his "mobile phone", touched the wall of the cave with one hand and began to practice [Alchemy], first turning the stone into mud and then the mud into stone. He extended a piece of the cave wall under the young man's buttocks to make it into the shape of a chair, and then turned the iron ingot into a steel bar as thick as a thumb, imprisoning him on it.

This person looks like a human, but Yang Sheng is not sure if he is really a human.

Although he was not so polite to the evil ghost man, Yang Sheng was not the kind of pervert who liked to imprison and torture. He took out a few iron ingots again, turned them into the shape of a U-shaped lock, and inserted it into the wall to directly imprison it on the rock wall.

To see the big picture from the small, even though the fight between the white-haired young man and the evil ghost man seemed like the end of the world, both of them knew that they did not have such strong control and strength to press things into the rock wall as easily as Yang Sheng.

On the way, the two of them have initially realized that this is a person who is stronger than they imagined, but this understanding may need to be deepened.

After doing all this, Yang Sheng turned around and took out a set of tea sets, lit the alcohol stove on the stone table, added water to the glass beaker and boiled it, and then returned to the evil ghost man.

It looked like a boss talking to his subordinates in a company, saying:

"I don't have a hobby of torturing people, so I ask you to answer. If it satisfies me, I can guarantee that you won't feel any pain when you die."

The evil ghost man heard this and said softly

Nodding, his limbs and torso were fixed to the rock wall with U-shaped locks, as well as on his neck, but he was still able to nod, and he was enjoying a set of multiple spells of weakness + curse + silence, but there was no restriction on movement.

"very good"

Yang Sheng raised his hand and emitted a faint light, which lifted the effect of [Silence].

After realizing that he could speak, the evil ghost man cleared his throat, looked at Yang Sheng and said:

"You are also from Mother Earth... cough cough cough... that's not right..."

He looked past Yang Sheng and at the white-haired young man opposite.

"This damn zombie is already a rare master in the Earth Mother. You are not from the Earth Mother. Who are you...ahhh..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed in pain. The electric snakes all over his body and the crackling sounds in the air disappeared in an instant. Yang Sheng, with his hands folded across his chest, retracted the index finger that had just released the strong current and said:

"I am the one asking the question. Please be aware of your identity, sir. However, I can answer this question for free. I am just a practitioner passing by."

『From other worlds...』 he added in his mind.

Yang Sheng wanted to say something, but he found that the burly man opposite him, who was a head taller than him, had his eyes rolled back and drooled uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

He was forced into a state of low health due to the debuffs, and his life force was blocked by nine magic cones. He was unexpectedly killed by Yang Sheng's fingertip lightning spell...

"Tsk..."

In the face of modern first aid techniques, it is not that easy to die. What's more, in addition to common sense of modern first aid, Yang Sheng also masters extraordinary recovery methods.

He calmly took out the remaining [Recovery Potion], turned the evil ghost man's head upwards, opened his mouth, and poured the potion into the body.

Then a strong electric light gathered in the palm of his hand and quickly touched the position of his heart in his chest.

With a "bang", the evil ghost man's whole body trembled violently, and a loud swallowing sound came from his throat. Then he took a long sob and came back to this world.

Yang Sheng looked back at the white-haired young man who was sitting "obediently" on the stone chair, wondering: "Zombie? How does this guy look like a zombie?"

After taking two breaths, the evil ghost man still felt the feeling of life with lingering fear. When he looked at Yang Sheng again, his eyes were full of fear. After all, the shadow of death was not so easy to get rid of.

Yang Sheng turned to face him again, his face still showing the gentleness of a superior asking a subordinate in the workplace.

"I am a cultivator passing by, 100% pure human, you should know this..."

The evil ghost man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"So, what exactly are you? Or what species? Race?"

"..." No matter how ridiculous this question was to him, the evil ghost man did not dare to talk too much. After thinking for a while, he said the truth: "According to what you humans say, we are the ghost tribe..."

"Ghost clan? The kind of ghost clan with spiritual bodies in our folk legends? Or the kind of ghost clan with corpses that are more like monsters?" Yang Sheng asked curiously.

"..." The evil ghost man was silent for a while, probably understanding Yang Sheng's doubts, and said: "Neither. If you insist on explaining, our clan is more like aliens. Although we did not come to this planet on a spacecraft, it just happens that our appearance is similar to the evil ghosts in the folk legends of this planet."

Yang Sheng: “???”

On the surface he just had a black question mark face, but actually he was complaining madly in his heart.

"Huh? An alien that looks like a demon?"

"Fuck, the word 'spaceship' comes out of his mouth, and the style immediately becomes sci-fi. Even the filter of viewing him has changed from the perspective of gods and monsters to that of the Predator..."

Yang Sheng subconsciously turned sideways and glanced at the white-haired young man behind him. The other party was nodding at him vigorously, as if confirming what the evil ghost man said.

"Wait a minute, I have a question. Since you are not the evil ghost in the legends, why do you eat humans? And eat them raw. From a nutritional point of view, the nutritional ingredients of pork, beef and mutton are more balanced and the taste is better than human meat. There are also many cooking techniques to improve the taste."

This time it was the white-haired young man and the evil ghost man’s turn to look “???”

Why would an evil ghost eat a human? Isn't this natural and reasonable?

The white-haired young man was speechless, but the evil ghost man reacted after a while and said:

"Although we are aliens, some of our abilities are similar to those in legends. Pigs, cows and sheep are low-level creatures. In our taste, they are not as delicious as humans, and we can also gain some spirituality from them."

"Spirituality?"

"We don't know either. Maybe it's similar to the souls in your legends. We ghosts can devour human flesh and absorb part of the soul? And the more torture a person suffers before death, the more delicious it is to us, and the more spirituality we can absorb."

Having said that, the evil ghost man subconsciously licked his lips and smiled, but when he met Yang Sheng's cold gaze, he immediately reacted and quickly put on a stern face again.

Yang Sheng's face was expressionless, and he asked, "Question 2, if you ghosts don't eat humans and only eat pork, beef and mutton, can you survive normally?"

Perhaps realizing that this was a life-threatening question, the evil ghost man stared at Yang Sheng... Soon he couldn't bear it anymore and looked away, but he knew that there was no way he would be spared this time, and a feeling of anger erupted in his heart.

He grinned and raised his voice and said:

“We can even be vegetarian and it won’t affect our normal survival, but why should we eat those low-level creatures when we can eat humans!? It’s like when you humans have livestock to eat, would you deliberately eat algae or even plankton? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha… gah…”

At the end, perhaps because the [Recovery Potion] recovered his injuries and strength, he laughed wildly, but his improvisation was immediately interrupted by Yang Sheng's [Silence Spell].

"Yes, yes, I get it. So you, who believes in the law of the jungle, shouldn't complain about being killed by me, right?"

Yang Sheng seemed to wave his hand casually, but the evil ghost man's expression froze in an instant. After a moment, his head was neatly cut from the U-shaped lock on his neck, slowly tilting to expose the broken end, while black blood spurted out with a hissing sound.

This scene made the white-haired young man's anus stand up. That was an opponent who could fight him head-on without losing at all, but he was defeated by the man who called himself a "practitioner" in a way that was easier than killing a chicken...

"My name is Huoba Xinta, I'm 154 years old, and I was originally a human. 121 years ago, I obtained the treasure, the Earth Mother Ring, and joined the Earth Mother Club. However, years later, because I chose the forbidden path of promotion, vampire zombies, I was expelled from the club and was wanted..."

So when Yang Sheng turned to him and found that he could speak, the white-haired young man immediately began to introduce himself like pouring beans, fearing that if it was too late he would be electrocuted or beheaded like that evil ghost man.

Yang Sheng: “…”

"...I have been living in the dark for a hundred years, and I will accept the call of Mother Earth just like I am still in the club, to wipe out these alien evil spirits or other unfriendly monsters. Oh, yes, I can also eat normal food, but to maintain the longevity and body functions of a vampire zombie, I must regularly consume human blood. However, in modern society, there are needles and blood banks, and I have a good control over my blood-sucking desire. Even if I use the old method to suck blood directly, it will not hurt people's lives. The person whose blood I suck will only be weak for about a week due to a short period of lack of blood. I am not contagious. The kind of thing in the movie where a bite will infect and become a new vampire zombie is completely nonsense..."

As he spoke, he slowed down his speech and looked at Yang Sheng cautiously.

Yang Sheng: "..." The only thing he wanted to complain about was: "You've described it in such detail, how can I add more words..."

At this time, rescuers arrived. The glass beaker on the stone platform not far away made a whistle sound of boiling water. Yang Sheng walked over, put tea leaves in the glass beaker, and then replaced the cooking pot and instant food to prepare dinner.

After being busy for more than ten hours, he still hasn't eaten.

While preparing dinner, he took a look at the corpse of the alien ghost, waved his hand, and the U-shaped lock that fixed the corpse to the wall flew out automatically. The corpse and the black blood flew out towards the cave and were thrown far away into the demon world ecosystem outside.

The instant food is fried shrimp with corn, and the dry food is steamed buns with cream, which can be eaten after heating. They are all products of the "Rong Xinji" food factory.

After having a simple meal sitting on the stone platform, Yang Sheng also sorted out the confession of the white-haired young man Huoba Xinta... By the way, are all the names of people in this world so strange? Is his surname Huo or Huoba? Or maybe even Huoba Xin, with only the character "Ta" in his given name?

He brought back two cups of tea, beckoned his fingers, and the U-shaped locks that bound Huo Ba Xinta's arms and torso flew out by themselves, and handed him a cup of tea.

"Ah, thank you."

The other party took it with both hands and thanked him politely.

The temperature of the tea was still a little hot, but it was just right for Yang Sheng. He drank two sips of tea and asked:

"What is the Mother Earth Ring, and what kind of organization is the Mother Earth Club?"

As a vampire zombie, the white-haired young man didn't seem to be afraid of heat. Yang Sheng's tea had been stored in the misty space for a long time, and it might have been contaminated with a small amount of spiritual energy from the high magic world. The magic element was naturally in line with the concept of "vampire zombie". Huo Ba Xinta was squinting his eyes, enjoying the comfortable feeling of the tea flowing down his throat.

"Ah... good tea, good tea..."

Hearing Yang Sheng's question, he quickly answered:

"The Ring of Mother Earth is a treasure that has existed since ancient times. It comes in many forms, some are rings, some are necklaces, and some are other accessories. There are many legends about it, but they may just be legends. In my opinion, there is no threshold for outstanding talent. As long as you get the treasure of the Mother Earth series, even a fool can become wise. However, in terms of acquired growth, the upper limit of an individual is indeed limited by talent."

"You mean to say that only by obtaining the Earth Mother series of treasures can people obtain extraordinary powers?"

"Supernatural power... Hmm, it's an interesting term. Power beyond that of mortals? Ahem... Very appropriate. It is indeed so. Only with the blessing of Mother Earth can one obtain all kinds of magical powers."

There was some doubt in Hoba Xinta's eyes, but he was very careful in what he said. Yang Sheng knew that this topic might be the basic common sense in this world, or the common sense of extraordinary people like Hoba Xinta. He had revealed his true colors, but now that he was at the mercy of Hoba Xinta, there was no need to continue pretending.

"What about the Earth Mother Club?"

"Well... this story started a long time ago. Those who obtained the treasure of Mother Earth would gain supernatural powers, which often became myths and legends in the ignorant ancient times..."

“So, you

Are all the mythical characters in this world the owners of Mother Earth's treasures? "

The words "your world" made Huoba Xinta feel relieved and confused. Perhaps he couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he looked evasive and asked, "Um...Excuse me...Aren't you from the Earth Mother Planet?"

He regretted it right after he finished speaking, and quickly said, "Ah, sorry, sorry, it's you who asked the question. I shouldn't have asked this question. Let's go back to the previous topic. Most mythological characters are indeed the owners of the Earth Mother's treasures. This was the consensus reached in our organization back then... But when we were carrying out the mission of the Voice of the Earth Mother, we discovered aliens such as the ghost clan, the blood clan, and the demon clan. We also believe that many monsters in mythology are likely to be the ancestors of these alien races. As for whether they have been trying to invade our Earth Mother since the time of our ancestors, or whether they migrated from our Earth Mother to other planets, this is unknown..."

Seeing Yang Sheng nod, he continued.

"…People gather in groups, even if they have gained longevity and supernatural powers. At the same time, those blessed by Mother Earth cannot pursue worldly power too much, otherwise they will be attacked by Mother Earth and other supernatural powers will attack them. At the same time, they must follow the guidance of Mother Earth's voice to complete the task of clearing out ghosts and monsters for the benefit of the world. They also need to share what they have and cooperate with each other. Therefore, since ancient times, we supernatural powers have always had a loose alliance. Hundreds of years ago, the Far West Continent of Huilepu and Middle-earth began to merge in terms of race and culture. In modern times, the word club appeared and replaced the gang names with a strong underworld atmosphere. We supernatural powers began to organize activities in the form of clubs and call ourselves..."

Yang Sheng nodded, put down the empty teacup, and picked up the cloud-patterned samurai sword that was leaning next to Hobart's tower.

Compared with the Japanese swords in the parallel world, his cloud-patterned samurai sword is heavy and long. The raised cloud pattern on the blade itself is a means of weight counterweight and reinforcement. In order to be able to perform powerful chops without breaking, the back of the blade is as thick as three or four one-yuan coins and weighs thirty-four pounds, heavier than a heavy sword. Apart from that, the sword itself and the cloud pattern have no magical meaning.

This is a knife in the purely physical sense, with enhanced weight and structural strength.

Therefore, these people with supernatural powers mainly use physical means to exorcise demons and ghosts.

Although there are still many doubts, Yang Sheng has already roughly understood the basic worldview of this world.

0005

What is spirituality? Different worlds have different explanations. Yang Sheng himself knows more than a dozen explanations.

For example, in most ordinary worlds or the world of ordinary people, spirituality generally refers to things related to acquired talents, while in the magical world, spirituality is either a basic attribute similar to strength, agility, physique, intelligence and finesse, or an advanced high-level attribute, which can usually be actually tested by some means.

Yang Sheng crossed his arms and pondered for a while. Hoba Xinta, who was sitting in front of him, had been carefully observing his expression and behavior. When he looked up, the white-haired young man straightened his posture.

I was prepared to be questioned, but I didn't expect Yang Sheng to ask: "Are you hungry?"

"Ah? Uh... I haven't had dinner yet..."

"I remember you just said that we can eat normal food, right?"

Was this a test, a test of my ability to eat normal food, to assess the threat to normal people, and the veracity of my words?

Thinking of the alien evil spirit who died so quickly, Huoba Xinta couldn't help but overthink it. After all, he was about 140 to 150 years old, so he must have some cunning and worldly wisdom. He answered without hesitation:

"certainly"

“Is there anything you shouldn’t eat?”

This seemingly caring question deepened Huoba Xinta's suspicion: He was really testing me...

“No, I can eat anything.”