Chapter 5
"If the other ghosts and monsters want to live, they have to kill. Only by killing can they survive." Wang Yuan thought: "And every time they kill someone, they would absorb the resentment and unwillingness of the dead. If this goes on, the ghosts would only become more and more vicious"
"Of course it's more likely that the ghosts wouldn't even be able to kill a single person" Wang Yuan lightly floated around the corpse and absorbed the white mist. Even for the current Wang Yuan, it would be very difficult to kill a single person without the help of the crows.
He had to get as close as possible to that person, then use his own white mist to counteract the other party's sentient white mist, then use his weak interference force to interfere with the other party's weak internal organs. If the other party was physically strong, he might not necessarily be able to kill them.
"That's why it's very difficult for ghosts to grow and develop." Wang Yuan was thinking about how to deal with the remaining seven people. Killing them all was too much of a waste, and to avoid being infected by the negative emotions of the dead, he couldn't absorb the white mist.
"The reason I was infected was because when I absorbed them, their final emotions were pain, unwillingness, and resentment" Wang Yuan recalled a certain type of person: "But what if they died with a peaceful, or even joyful mood?"
"That can be manipulated" Wang Yuan recalled some of the information he absorbed from the person's memories: "Negri, the God of Disease and Misfortune?"
"According to this person's memories, the System wasn't lying, this world really is a low-magic world" Wang Yuan believed that there were Gods in this world. After all, transmigration had already happened, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say that there were Gods in this world, but he didn't believe that there were Gods in this world.
"After all, it can't be like Sakura Country, where there are 8 million Divinities in a single world"
In this person's memories, this world was divided into many different types of people based on geography. For example, they were the Cauchy people, and the Cauchy people named everything after God, like Negri who symbolized disease and misfortune, Maynus who symbolized misfortune, the Sprout Goddess who symbolized new life, as well as many other Gods who symbolized everything they came into contact with.
According to their level of faith, most of these people were in a state of shallow belief. For example, deer were the messengers of the Goddess of Luck, Ryles. Legend had it that anyone who killed a deer would be abandoned by Ryles and pointed out to her sister, Maynus. However, if a deer was placed in front of the hunting team, would they kill it or not?
When it didn't affect themselves, they would pay attention to the taboos of the 'gods', but once it involved themselves, they wouldn't care so much.
That's why the older and more experienced members of the team must die, Wang Yuan thought.
Some people's faith changed periodically. When they were young, they might still hold a bit of reverence towards these things, but after experiencing them for a long time, they would realize that these things were all fake. Interestingly enough, when people reached old age, they would instead pay attention to these things again.
"There is only one thing I need to do, defeat them, then dominate them" Wang Yuan was a person who was good at learning, this was how the System treated him before. The System defeated him, dominated his life and death, dominated his [Protagonist Aura], and now, if he wanted to live, and live a better life, he would need to do the same.
Hearing the commotion on the other side, Wang Yuan ordered the crows who were still pecking at the corpse to fly away and silently wait by the corpse.
With Wang Yuan's current completeness of his soul, he was able to sense the germs inside the crows' bodies more and more clearly. He could sense that the germs were still mutating, which consumed a lot of the crows' stamina, causing them to be constantly eating.
"Sure enough, at this rate, the crows won't be able to live for much longer" Wang Yuan silently waited: "Stronger, I need to become stronger!!"
A few moments later, the hunting party arrived with their weapons, only to find the corpse that had been mutilated beyond recognition. The bearded Dax's expression under the flickering light of the torch was a bit unsettled.
It wasn't that the hunting party had never had a member die when they went hunting in the past, but this time was different. Without any reason, a person died just like that without even being able to scream, an ominous feeling arose in his heart.
However, as the leader of the group, Dax didn't show any signs of unease, otherwise, it would be hard to lead the group if their morale was shaken.
"Bury Naik's body here …" Dax said, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, picked up a black feather from the ground, looked at the wound on the corpse and solemnly said: "Don't leave your weapon, be careful of attacks from the sky"
"A follower of Negri, is Negri targeting us?" Comoros looked at the black feather and spoke with a bit of fear.
"What are you talking about!?" Dax's expression darkened: "Why would Negri target us, this was only an accident. If there's nothing else, go back to sleep, those on night watch need to be careful"
Although the others didn't look too good, they didn't refute Dax's words. Two people who were usually quite close to Naik worked together, carried his mutilated corpse to one side and began to dig a hole to bury it.
The two people who buried the corpse were also sad, but they didn't mind it too much. This was how life was like in this world, dying from hunger, dying from conflict with the Kent tribe, dying from disease, dying from wild beast attacks, they had seen these kinds of deaths too many times.
After throwing the corpse into the hole, the two of them breathed in the fragrance of the soil and the stench of blood as they covered the corpse bit by bit.
The pit wasn't big. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before wild beasts found the smell of blood and dug the pit open. Then, they would have a good meal. However, the two of them didn't mind. They just wanted to bury it for now and feel at ease.
The two of them looked at the filled hole and breathed heavily, feeling more tired than ever before. This made them a bit confused. As members of a hunting party, if they weren't in good health, that would be the same as risking their lives. It was just digging a hole to bury a corpse, why was it so tiring?
"Ahem, something isn't right" one of them coughed: "It's not too cold tonight, why do I feel a bit dizzy?"
"Me too, let's go back to the campfire and sleep" The other person's expression wasn't too good, they've been too unlucky lately, not only did they not have enough prey, one of them even died, and now they're also showing signs of illness.
The two of them ran back to the campfire. The night watch also asked what took them so long, the two of them casually replied with a few words, drank a bit of warm water, then lay down by the campfire to sleep, silently praying to the God of Strength, Herlow, hoping that they would be cured by tomorrow morning.
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