Chapter 537: Everyone here will die a miserable death today.
Mo Cheng could sense that something was wrong with the world again, but he only knew that there was something wrong with the world and was not sure about the details.
The reason is simple. He is not a native of this world. This world is exclusive to him, and it will become more and more exclusive to him as the troubles he causes grow.
For example, it might be white Americans wandering into Indian lands.
Moreover, ever since his life star was shattered, it has become very difficult for Mo Cheng to communicate with the [world], an existence with a vague operating mechanism but no specific consciousness, and he is unable to even perceive it.
Both parties have blacklisted each other, so they can neither interfere with each other nor want to waste their time on meaningless communication.
Sitting on the rooftop of a building somewhere in the city, Mo Cheng looked up at the sky and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. He was thinking about how to attract more people, stronger people to cause trouble for him.
The two mecha policemen today were not considered strong. If Mo Cheng had not sensed the other party's murderous intent, he would not even bother to kill them specifically.
He could sense that the other mecha police officers lying in ambush nearby were hostile but had no intention of killing.
In other words, the guys who ambushed him included a group of yellow names and two red names.
So he left after killing two red names. Firstly, the number and strength of these mecha police were average, and secondly, there were too few red names.
Ever since he released the Great Killing Monk, which contained the memory of killing in the [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng has lowered the bottom line for killing by several levels.
Red names will be killed, yellow names...
It depends on my mood.
Mo Cheng had no idea what those two red-named people were thinking, but he thought it was probably some crappy thing like secretly accepting bribes. Now that everyone was dead, there was no point in thinking about these issues.
What he wanted more now was a taunting ability, a power that could make everyone who saw him turn into a red name and come to kill him.
Killing red names is the thing with the least psychological burden.
"Mockery, tempting others to attack me. No, that's not right. It should be tempting others to harbor ill will towards me and take action."
Mo Cheng lowered his head, thinking about how to lure them, and what to use to lure them, so that they would lose their minds, ignore everything and want to possess or even kill him?
"strength?"
Mo Cheng looked at the holy light flashing in his hand and began to wonder if it was possible to spread the holy light.
The answer obtained is feasible.
Because the source of the holy light in his hand is the skill [Baptism], the skill [Baptism] comes from [Omniknight], and the power of [Omniknight] comes from [Faith], which comes from the [Almighty God] he believes in.
But Mo Cheng remembered the hero [Omniknight]. His accessories and nameplates all hinted that [Omniknight]'s power came from himself.
The key to this power lies in [Faith].
Want to found a sect?
This question began to echo in his mind. Mo Cheng squinted his eyes, clenched his hands and opened them again, repeating this several times before putting this idea behind him.
The reason for giving up is simple. This kind of thing is too troublesome and there is no interest in wasting time to form a sect.
Then, there is only one option left.
The thing that everyone in the world will strive for, besides [power], is [life] .
The pure white light lit up again, this time it was the warm and gentle light of rebirth.
"When I can repair human damage and increase the number of cell divisions, how can those people not want to control me?"
When a person has the method to extend life, even greatly, that person will naturally become everyone's enemy.
Because everyone wants to get him, and no one wants others to get him.
"Find a terminally ill patient for treatment, and then spread the news. Well, it would be best if the treatment was done in public on TV..."
To attract people, you naturally have to make a big noise, and the bigger the better.
Displaying force might scare people, but demonstrating healing abilities would draw a lot of greedy looks.
Mo Cheng wanted to attract as many fish as possible in the shortest time.
He remembered that when he was looking for Wei Qiang's home address, he also took a look at the information of the girl who dropped out of school because she was molested by Wei Qiang.
"I remember that her family seems to be from the TV station." Mo Cheng thought for a moment, "I helped her deal with Wei Qiang, so it's not too much to ask her parents for help, right?"
Mo Cheng walked to the edge of the rooftop and was about to jump down and fly away when his cell phone started ringing.
That is the mobile phone of the body of this world. It has few contacts, and the most common calls are from various scams and banking businesses.
"Hello."
"Mo Cheng, listen carefully, I will only say this once..."
Mo Cheng hung up the phone directly. He didn't want to listen to the other party's nonsense at all, whether it was the police or anyone else.
With this tone of voice, you are not qualified to communicate with him at all.
Just before Mo Cheng was about to turn off his phone, he received a picture and a location.
A photo of a family of four who were tied up, with the male owner apparently having been severely beaten. The faces of everyone in the photo were extremely clear.
Ling Mocheng easily saw that one of them was the female classmate who was molested by Wei Qiang.
There was a line of text under the picture: "If you don't want them to get into trouble, come to this place alone."
"Hey!"
Mo Cheng suddenly laughed. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to laugh.
The corners of his mouth curved up, his upper and lower lips parted, revealing a canine smile.
He didn't know what the other party wanted to do, nor did he understand why the other party thought that he could make him surrender by arresting a classmate.
But Mo Cheng easily understood one thing: he was provoked.
Then the next things would be much easier. Mo Cheng leaped up, his back rubbing against the railing as if he was doing a high jump. He faced the sky and his back to the earth, flying towards the positioning point as if he was swimming on his back.
And the smile on his face never stopped.
Soon, Mo Cheng arrived at his destination, which was a barren mountain. However, there were dozens of people hiding in this place where there should have been no one.
Mo Cheng could also see a tank, an armed helicopter, and several combat vehicles.
The people here didn't seem to expect Mo Cheng to be able to fly, but they quickly stabilized their form, and without saying anything, they pulled out a three-edged military spear and stabbed it towards Mo Cheng.
The direction of the stab was the arm, and it seemed that there was no intention to kill Mo Cheng. At the same time, he said, "No one dares to hang up on me yet. Boy, if you still want your classmates to be alive, then stay still."
"I only want your arm as a lesson."
It was an extremely clear threat trick, but the man guessed neither the beginning nor the end correctly.
Mo Cheng grabbed the opponent's neck with his right hand, then slowly exerted force and pulled out his head along with his spine, with a large number of internal organs also pulled out from the spine.
"That's unfortunate. Everyone here today will die miserably, extremely miserably, horribly!"
"Because you dared to speak to me like that."
