Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 543 Worshipers

Dark Blue City, Square Park.

A handsome young man with a well-proportioned figure walked to a bench near the park and sat down.

He wore black-rimmed glasses, held a newspaper in both hands, and half leaned on the back of a wooden chair with a comfortable expression.

From time to time, women passing by here will subconsciously turn their eyes there, and the rate of turning heads is quite high.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a cynical smile, but he didn't take it seriously.

As for the other men passing by, out of jealousy, they didn't speak so friendly.

"Tch, why are you pretending to be cool here? What age are you in, and you are still reading retro newspapers? Isn't it just to pretend to be refined and attract girls?"

"Even if you don't even look at where this place is. This is a cemetery to worship Mr. Li and the Deep Blue heroes. If you dare to grandstand here, the Deep Blue Guards will definitely arrest him!"

"I have already complained to the Skynet Center."

"No, bro, are you serious? What's the reason for your complaint?"

“Excessive beautification of the city’s appearance!”

"???"

The conversations of passers-by on the roadside reached my ears clearly, but the man still maintained his sitting position and did not move.

Inside the cemetery.

The statue of Li Shutong stood there, surrounded by white flowers as usual.

There are many people worshiping every day.

There are local aborigines in Shenlan City, and there are also people who come from all over the world to pay homage by taking the Star Express.

In particular, with the new defeat of the participating companies, Daxia's territory has expanded a lot, the number of liberated cities has increased, and many people have returned to the embrace of Daxia.

Just then, a breeze blew by.

A very faint outline of a human figure was drawn out of thin air as if drawn with chalk.

The other worshipers around him didn't seem to see this figure at all.

Alone, holding a bouquet of white flowers, he quietly walked to the statue of Li Shutong and bowed in salute.

"Teacher, long time no see."

……

"Young man, what is your name?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Next to the fountain in the square park, Li Shutong, who was still middle-aged, seemed not to have expected that he would receive such an answer given his status.

He was stunned for a moment and looked at the young man in front of him who looked immature but had tough eyes.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face again.

"Do you know that your talent as a Spiritual Contractor is very powerful?" Li Shutong said patiently, "They don't know, but I know."

The young man's initially wary eyes relaxed a little after hearing Li Shutong's words.

"Really? You really didn't lie to me? Is my talent as a Spiritual Contractor really that powerful?!"

But soon, his eyes dimmed again, "Don't lie to me, the teacher in charge of awakening commented that it is a useless talent."

"My classmates who used to have a good relationship with me also kept their distance from me after learning about my awakened talent."

"They are afraid of my talent. They think my talent is very low-level, very despicable, and not worthy of trust."

"What about you? As an awakened spirit bonder, what is your dream?" Li Shutong asked.

A young man who has just turned eighteen is a passionate age.

He immediately raised his head and said without hesitation: "I want to become a combat spirit bonder! I want to fight for Daxia. I want to wipe out all the alien races that invaded Blue Star!"

Listening to his heroic words, Li Shutong shook his head.

Seeing Li Shutong's action, the young man who was so excited just now lowered his head in despair again.

"Sure enough, what you just said was just to tease me. You don't believe me, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his shoulders sinking slightly and being held down by a pair of broad and strong hands. The strange middle-aged man’s voice sounded in my ears again:

"Does it matter to you whether others believe it or not?"

"Your talent is destined to fail to gain the trust of others. If you give up your beliefs and pursuits because of others' distrust, is this what a combat spiritual master would do?"

Li Shutong's words stunned the young man.

"Let me ask you, if everyone spurns you, doesn't believe in you, and hates you, will you give up on your dream?"

"will not!"

"Let me ask you again, if one day in order to realize your final dream, you need to stand on the opposite side of everyone, will you hesitate?"

"will not!"

"If I die and Daxia is destroyed, your persistence will be meaningless. Will you just give up?"

"I won't!"

The young man's firm eyes and Li Shutong's gentle and encouraging eyes met in mid-air.

"Very good. I have seven students, and they are responsible for seven different war zones. Now I want to accept you as my eighth student, responsible for the eighth war zone."

"Do you want to?"

When the young man heard this, his eyes were instantly filled with excitement.

He suddenly understood the true identity of the middle-aged man in front of him, "I do!"

Li Shutong smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Can you tell me now, what is your name?"

The young man wiped away the tears shed from his eyes due to excessive excitement.

"My name is Yi Fan!" he said.

"Wrong. Your name is not Yi Fan." Li Shutong smiled and shook his head, "Your name is 'Wu'. From today on, you are the commander of the Eighth Theater Corps, 'Wu'."

Nothing means non-existence.

Just like the Eighth War Zone, which is mainly responsible for intelligence collection, does not exist in the eyes of the enemy.

"Nothing" is itself part of the lie.

On this day, the fountain in the park sprinkled raindrops all over the sky, shining with colorful brilliance under the sunlight.

On this day, the newspaper published the news that Li Shutong, the leader of Daxia, announced the creation of the Eighth War Zone and accepted his most mysterious eighth student.

……

The man put back those long-laid thoughts, put down the white flowers in his hand, walked back to the statue, and bowed deeply.

Then, he turned and walked towards the square park outside the cemetery.

At the same time, the sloppy man sitting on the bench put down the newspaper in his hand and walked towards the cemetery.

They eventually met by the fountain in the middle of the square park.

Without any unnecessary words, he kept walking at a steady pace and kept walking forward with calm eyes.

Just at the moment when the two of them passed each other,
The figure of "Wu", the commander of the Eighth Theater Corps, became dim and gradually disappeared as if it had been wiped with chalk.

The figure belonging to Yi Fan is more real at this moment.

"Nothing" is itself part of the lie.

At this moment, Yi Fan's realm has completely passed the peak of the eighth level and reached the ninth level!

Wow!
The white pigeons in the square park were suddenly disturbed, and they raised their wings and flew into the air.

Soon, the pigeons disappeared into the sky.

Also disappearing were the two people passing by the fountain.

There was only an old newspaper left on the bench in the square park, which was flipped by the wind.

Just like those past events.

(End of this chapter)