Chapter 394 How dare you judge people by appearance
Yan Xu originally thought that even if there were some differences between incense and faith, the difference would not be too big. But the facts told him that one is gasoline and the other is diesel, and he was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, he remembered that he still had a magic weapon in his hand, the Ghost Gate Flag. Although the ghost soldiers in it were ghosts, they still had self-awareness, which meant that they could provide faith.

I breathed a sigh of relief, finally I didn't have to believe in myself and perform the trick of stepping on the instep of my right foot with my left foot, and then stepping on the instep of my left foot with my right foot, and spiraling upwards.

The Ghost Warrior's faith is fanatical. Under the transformation of the system, it becomes a thin and tough fishing line of faith, and then falls towards the real world.

The whole process is not that simple. First of all, you have to avoid the territories of powerful gods, such as the east, and there are also kingdoms with chaos comparable to hell, such as the lighthouse. So there are actually not many places Yan Xu can choose, so he chose the place he is most familiar with.

"Haha, let's warm up Tokyo first." With an inexplicable smile, Yan Xu threw the fishing line of faith into the island country.

Because of the membrane of the world, seeing things through the fishing line of faith is like taking off glasses for a person with 800 degrees of myopia. Although it is not to the point of being unable to distinguish between humans and animals, the distinction between men and women depends mainly on clothing, which makes Yan Xu feel troubled.

Although the thread of faith provided by the Ghost Warriors is strong, there is only one of it, which means that he can only anchor one person now and then collect faith through this person.

If one chooses a suitable object, one will naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort. In a short period of time, one can even expand his faith to the point where he can stick the bubble he is in to the membrane of the world, thereby more firmly connecting with the real world without having to worry about being sucked into the void.

But if you meet someone unreliable, then that's it.

Yan Xu thought about it carefully and first blocked out middle-aged and elderly people. Their edges had long been smoothed out, and when they encountered something they couldn't understand, they either went to see a psychologist or felt that they were finally driven crazy by life. Even if they accepted it, they still had a lot of concerns and calculations in their hearts, which meant that they were not pure enough.

Being too young is not a good thing either. For example, in Japanese comics, there are often middle school students who save the world. Who knows what they will do on a whim.

The best choice is young people in their early twenties who have not yet been beaten by society, or have not completely accepted their fate. They still have drive and hope, dreams and fantasies, and are more likely to strive for an illusory goal.

In addition, it is best to choose a clergyman as a profession, such as a miko and a shrine maiden.

After all this talk, Yan Xu just wanted to find a good-looking and pretty witch, and everything else was fake.

Yan Xu's luck was pretty good. He actually found a witch wearing classic white top and red bottom costume near the faith fishing line. She was being forced by three gangsters to do something happy, bah, despicable.

Naturally, the opportunity could not be missed, so Yan Xu fixed the fishing line of faith on the other party. Just as he was about to trick the other party, he heard a secret that stunned him.

"No, I'm a man. I just dressed up as a witch to attend the comic convention. This is my wallet. Please let me go!"

After giving up the clip sound, her voice was indeed more like that of a man. However, her big watery eyes, high nose bridge, rosy lips, and pitiful expression made the three gangsters confused.

"A man... It's not impossible." The leading thug hesitated for a moment and said something that made the two younger brothers' anus tighten. However, after seeing the 'witch' who was stunned because of being too shocked, the two gradually understood and agreed with the eldest brother. With this appearance, it's not impossible.

"Huh!?" The 'witch' who was too shocked to speak retreated in panic, exposing her white armpits. To some extent, this Cosplayer was quite serious and professional, and handled the details very well. What a fart! Yan Xu regretted it so much. How could he forget where this was? He dared to judge people by appearance. Now he had to find a Nanniang as his believer.

Just thinking about this Nan Niang acting cute in front of countless otakus during the live broadcast, and promoting this god as a gift, saying that if you join the religion you will get bottled bath water, etc., he feels the urge to destroy the world.

The dim dusk, the remote box, the colorful gangsters, the fair-skinned and beautiful Nan Niang, something that could not be broadcast was about to happen, and Yan Xu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"As the chosen one, you are such a disgrace!"

Aiba Misao, who was about to mourn for Hinagiku, was suddenly stunned, because a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, so his mouth opened in surprise, which made the breathing of the three gangsters become much heavier.

After all, as a fan of the two-dimensional world, Aiba Mio immediately accepted this setting and immediately sent out a call for help, because the daisy really didn't want to bloom because of people.

"Whether you are a god or a demon, please save me. For this, I am willing to serve you!"

Yan Xu's guess was right. This person was indeed a professional. With just one sentence, she immediately integrated into the role of the witch, clasped her hands together and prayed pitifully. This made him even more angry, because this was the believer he had chosen!
"I grant you the power of a ghost, and you can solve the problem yourself." Yan Xu gritted his teeth with veins bulging on his forehead, and then he gave the other party the power of a ghost body along the thread of faith.

This can only be regarded as a simple application of the thread of faith, transferring part of one's own power to believers.

If he were an ordinary person, at most he could help strengthen the believers' strength and stamina, so that they would go from panting after running 50 meters to panting after running 100 meters. And because they shared the burden of this part of the consumption, the believers would be tired, and he would be tired too.

Fortunately, Yan Xu is no longer an ordinary person. Even if only a part of his physical strength is used, it is enough to fill up Aiba Meisheng.

Before Aiba Misao could say anything, he felt endless power pouring into him in an extremely rough manner, and his body seemed to be torn apart. In the stunned eyes of the three thugs, the delicate Nan Niang first trembled all over, as if she was frightened, and then her body began to swell.

Her fair and slender body suddenly grew large blocks of rock-hard muscles, and her height increased dramatically, turning her from an armpit-exposed witch into a perverted burly man who had been dressing like a womanizer and doing bodybuilding for twenty years.

As he clenched his fist, his muscles and bones exploded. The endless power that emerged from nowhere made Aiba Misao feel as if he used more force, his bones would be crushed.

"Maybe it's not an illusion." Aiba Misao endured the pain and carefully punched three times.

He was so cautious because he was afraid that he couldn't bear it, and secondly, he was afraid that the other party couldn't bear it, but he still underestimated his current strength.

The powerful strength and swollen muscles did not make the movements clumsy. On the contrary, Aiba Misao found that his movements and reactions were incredibly fast, just like a lightweight professional boxer's concentrated jab, as fast as lightning. The three thugs felt a pain in their chest before they could react. As the air in their lungs was squeezed out by external force, they flew out. However, judging from the sunken marks on their chests, at least three or five ribs were broken.

The last thought of the three thugs before they passed out was that they shouldn't judge people by their appearance.

(End of this chapter)