Captain 01

"Haven't you slept enough?" Fang Zhiyi looked at Little Hei curiously. Truth be told, he hadn't seen it for a while and actually missed it a bit.

Little Hei was emitting a faint glow all over, and it was unclear what was going on.

"This world... should be pretty simple..."

"?" Fang Zhiyi was a bit bewildered, watching helplessly as Little Hei disappeared. "Wait, finish your sentence! What about the plot?"

But just as Fang Zhiyi looked up, a face appeared right in front of him. It was just a face, lacking even facial features, and its hair writhed continuously like a living creature.

"What the f..." Fang Zhiyi instinctively recoiled, only to hear a panicked voice behind him: "How could this, how could this happen..."

He turned around to see a sweet-looking girl with a face full of terror. Seeing him turn, she immediately waved her hands: "No, I didn't mean to..." However, her eyes unconsciously darted toward the faceless spirit behind him, and she quietly shuffled backward.

Fang Zhiyi could clearly sense the terrifying nature of the thing in front of him. A sense of crisis spread in his heart, and without overthinking, he directly formed a hand seal.

"Nine Palaces as boundaries, Eight Trigrams as a cage, Mystic Locks bind the spirit, by the shining law!"

The last time he used this move was in who knows which world. The girl watched helplessly as Fang Zhiyi slapped the faceless spirit. Then, the scene fell into an awkward silence. The girl was stunned, and the monster was stunned too. Did this guy really just slap it in the face?

Fang Zhiyi pulled his hand back: "Ahem..."

It didn't work?

The faceless spirit's hair lunged at Fang Zhiyi like pit vipers, but he managed to dodge it relying purely on his reflexes.

It seemed to have been enraged by Fang Zhiyi's slap and now focused solely on killing him. Fang Zhiyi dodged consecutively.

"Will of Fire, heed my call..." Useless. Fang Zhiyi rolled awkwardly, barely avoiding the pursuing hair.

"Chaos Heaven-Imprisoning Art!" Still useless. He was forced into a dead end, and several strands of hair trapped him from all angles.

The girl behind him suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream, so sharp it felt like it would puncture his eardrums. Fang Zhiyi was so angry he wanted to curse. The faceless spirit in front of him was clearly targeting him; the girl was neither attacked nor threatened. She was purely screaming out of sheer terror, making it seem like she was cheering the spirit on.

"Shut up!" Fang Zhiyi turned his head and shouted angrily, veins throbbing on his forehead.

The girl was stunned by his yell, and her eyes grew even redder. She accused him with a sobbing tone: "You're yelling at me? I'm already scared to death! It's one thing if you don't protect me, but you're actually yelling at me?"

Fang Zhiyi was almost driven to laughter by this logic. What time was it, and she was still thinking about being protected? Before he could say anything else, he saw Lin Wanxing turn around, push open the door, and run away without looking back, not even offering a word of warning.

"Damn it!" Fang Zhiyi cursed. The current situation left him no time to cultivate slowly...

A strand of hair pierced straight through his shoulder, and the monster clearly grew somewhat excited.

Pain spread throughout Fang Zhiyi's body. At the same time, the hair exuded a foul aura. Suddenly, he remembered something, something from a long time ago, when he was still a demon, that old fox had written a twisted book in his spare time...

Fang Zhiyi ducked as another strand of hair viciously stabbed the spot where his head had just been, piercing straight through the wooden wall.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was the first time he had such a pathetic start. Now, he could only treat a dead horse as a living one.

"Impure spirits of heaven and earth, enter my mystic court! Blood as the guide, qi as the foundation, foul aura turn to malevolence, demonic power be born!"

Whether the incantation worked or not, Fang Zhiyi felt the surrounding air pause for a moment. Then, some foul aura crazily began to surge into his body. A massive tearing sensation hit him, even overpowering the pain of his pierced shoulder. Fang Zhiyi clenched his teeth and held on desperately.

The faceless spirit seemed startled by him and actually retreated instantly. All of its hair was retracted, floating in the air as if alive. No emotion could be seen on its featureless face.

Fine beads of blood oozed from his pores, staining his skin and quickly turning black.

Fang Zhiyi cursed the author of that book wildly in his heart. On that sunny day, Hu Lai had excitedly brought out his work for Fang Zhiyi to read. Fang Zhiyi had merely flipped through it casually. It had pretentiously detailed how humans could cultivate demonic power. Hu Lai believed that since humans were fundamentally animals, they should be able to cultivate in the same way. However, these arguments remained purely theoretical. Back then, Fang Zhiyi also thought it was complete nonsense.

But now, he had no other choice. However, that didn't stop him from cursing Hu Lai for writing this thing! The pain was so intense that any slightly normal human would either die or go mad!

Across the spacetime of several worlds, Hu Lai, wearing a suit and pretentiously signing autographs for his human fans, inexplicably sneezed. He looked up and glanced around in confusion: "Hmm? Did I catch a cold? No, I'm a demon. How could I catch a cold? Is someone thinking about me?"

During this time, the faceless spirit was clearly shocked by Fang Zhiyi's transformation. It could sense a sudden burst of an aura from the human before it that made it fearful. The aura shared its origin but was even more domineering. It instinctively retreated, withdrawing the black hair wrapped around Fang Zhiyi, letting it float in the air as if hesitating.

But after a moment, it noticed the human slumped there, covered in foul-smelling blood, as if he were already dead.

The faceless spirit observed for a moment and decided that this human was smelly and unthreatening. Instead, the fleeing Lin Wanxing seemed much more appetizing. Thus, its hair attached to the ceiling, pulling its entire face along as it prepared to leave.

But right at this moment, a hand covered in black blood suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed a lock of its black hair.

Fang Zhiyi slowly raised his head, his eyes glowing red, and a near-insane smile curled on his lips: "You think you can just run away after bullying me? Do you think I'm a pushover?"

The faceless spirit instantly became furious. Its black hair writhed wildly, trying to break free, but Fang Zhiyi's hand remained as motionless as iron pincers. It had no mouth, so it could only struggle silently. Fang Zhiyi gripped the black hair, ripping it out handful by handful. Dark green sap oozed from where the hair broke, and the spirit's face twisted continuously, clearly enduring immense pain.

Fang Zhiyi tore at it more and more fiercely. In his excitement, he even raised his hand to slap the faceless spirit again, making its entire face tremble. It wasn't until he had plucked every single strand of the spirit's black hair, turning it into a completely bald face, that he finally let go. He sat down unsteadily, panting heavily. The bald monster seemed terrified out of its wits. It squirmed and stumbled as it fled the scene.

Since he didn't receive the plot from Little Hei, he could only rely on perceiving the original host's memories right now.

A century ago, this world ushered in an era of technological explosion. However, due to human exploration, they touched upon a bizarre plane. Since then, an eerie aura breached the barrier between the two worlds and began to run rampant across the mortal realm.

Yet the emergence of these eerie anomalies is largely the bitter consequence of humanity's own making.