Yuelang Xingxi, since accompanying Spider-Man to Dr. Connors's place, he has no worries to bother Emire. He is happy to live a good life at home with his sister Kathlin.

Listening to the shrill screams in the alley outside the window, Emire knew that some of the sun-shade workers in Hell's kitchen were starting to feed again.

I don’t know which unlucky guy was knocked unconscious and dragged into the dark alley, looting all his money.

The workers in Hell's Kitchen will not dislike anything valuable, except cash, watches, and if necessary, they can even take away your **s as collection.

When Imil thought of this, he smiled helplessly. After the family's finances recovered, he should move out of here with Kathlin as soon as possible.

Here is a corner that has been forgotten by God, and all kinds of violent crimes are carried out every night.

He shook his head, picked up a piece of chocolate from the bedside table, slowly peeled off the skin and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweets helped him calm the resentment in his chest. After finally having time to be alone, he would start his day of practice.

Working with Spider-Man to deal with Dr. Lizard, Emire has learned a lot. One of them is that it can only be used temporarily unless it is directed at his extreme negative emotions, which will be of no help to his yin strength growth.

Secondly, it is not that the negative emotions he swallowed can be replenished immediately to become Imir's own Yin power. If you want to transform these resentments and fears into powers that you can control, Imir also needs to undergo deeper refining.

Imil couldn't find how other evil spirits refined their Yin power, but he read it for several days in the Paladin Library and finally gained something.

"I don't know if I'm considered half a magician like this?" Emier murmured, climbed onto the bed and raised his feet, sat down in a comfortable position. Then he closed his eyes and tried his best to empty his mind.

This is not the cultivation method that Emier had been legendary in his previous life, but the magician's meditation and meditation. Emier accidentally discovered that there was something in communication between supernatural beings and magic.

However, because of the different nature of power, Imil's meditation is also different from other magicians.

During the meditation process of Imil, his body seemed to be slowly sleeping and rotting, gradually losing vitality. If you look from the outside, you can find that his body is transforming into nothingness, transparency, and automatically transforming into a body of a resentful ghost.

During this period, Imil was able to cut off all the touches coming from his body, and even the resentment hidden in his heart could not affect his thinking. His body gradually died, and only his spirit was still incredibly awake.

He can dig deeper into his body's abilities and understand them, the nature of the Yin power, and become very easy to understand during the death of his body, as if it was a book spread out in front of Imir. He just needed to look at it with his eyes and follow the map, and his strength would naturally increase.

In the body of death, Emire even felt that he could approach the origin of the world and calculate the rules of this Marvel world from his own Yin power. He felt like a god, knowing everything and doing everything.

Whenever Imil fell into deep meditation, he naturally knew how to absorb these negative emotions and how to refine them into his own strength.

Yin power is his tentacles. When Emire was meditating, the Yin power slowly spreads with his body as the core.

Every time the Yin power spreads to its limit, the Yin power will undergo a sudden contraction. During this process, the negative emotions of everyone within the range wrapped by the Yin power will become the basis for Imir to become stronger.

However, this dispersion is controlled by Imir, not as it was the first time it was out of control.

The residents living in an apartment building with Emier and others were blessed. Except for being shocked by the out-of-control world on the first time, they never felt fear again in the following days.

No matter what happens outside or in the company, no matter how much you feel, you are filled with resentment, fear, disappointment or sadness, it will disappear as soon as it reaches night. These negative emotions are the "food" that Imil likes, and he can extract Yin power from these emotions to enrich himself.

Moreover, as the Yin power he could control became stronger and stronger, the scope of absorbing this negative emotion was gradually expanding. Everyone in this range was like believers of Imir, consciously or unconsciously giving his strength to him.

If there are really gods like God in this world and they use human faith to enhance their strength, then Emire feels that there is no essential difference between himself and them, and he doesn't even need to preach. Anyone who has negative emotions in his heart is equivalent to his believers and his shepherds.

Tomorrow is Sunday. Few people in Western countries work overtime on Sundays, and Columbia University will not arrange students to take tutoring on Sundays. Please, this is not the Celestial Empire, let alone students from famous Ivy League schools like this, they will voluntarily study anywhere, and there is no need for compulsory arrangements for the school.

Therefore, the time for meditation that Emier arranged for him was unprecedentedly long. He wanted to try to touch deeper power. Emier believed that it would not be interrupted. Long-term meditation would bring him unexpected gains.

The spiritual world in meditation is an empty darkness, which exists everything in this world and nothing. The rules of the world will affect this darkness, and Imil's consciousness is like a child looking up at the stars, trying to identify this knowledge.

"Swish" I don't know how long I spent in my meditation, but a white light suddenly rose in front of Imir's eyes. A clear sing came from the white light column. No need to explain, anyone could understand that this was the music of the sound of the angel!

A feeling of spring breeze penetrated into every inch of Imir's consciousness, and it was a supreme respect for the person who sang and praised in the hymn... irresistible, irresistible, just like a lost lamb standing before God...

The clear and sacred sings are singing gently, and the music sounds are gentle and gentle.

Emire raised his head, his eyes suddenly opened, and two faint green ghost fires ignited, blocking the invasion of the chants, but the vague feeling lingers in his heart.
Chapter completed!