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The small yellow paper figure lying in the wooden box gradually took on a faint shape, and its limbs and neck moved slightly, as if it could stand up at any time.

On the cold ground, Chen Zimo, who was unconscious, felt the cold, his body slowly curled up together, hugged his arms, and shook lightly twice, and then, the frequency of shivering from the cold was much faster.

Finally, he sneezed and woke up.

It was pitch black all around.

Chen Zimo was terrified, he remembered that he had suffered an unbearable natural backlash because of the excessive use of the spell, and he passed out.

Is it true that he is dead?

The world after death is a dark nothingness?

Wrong......

There seemed to be a faint light on the right side, he stared at it, then raised his hand and groped his body, rubbed his face again, clenched his fists, and touched his legs, all of them were still there, he was not dead, but his limbs were numb and cold.

The faint light was the window with the curtains closed!

Chen Zimo, who was overjoyed, turned over and stood up, and strode towards the desk - first to see if the scroll was there.

Fortunately, the scroll is there, and it constantly exudes a faint aura.

At this moment, Chen Zimo suddenly saw a shadow flickering in the corner of his eye, and he was immediately startled, suddenly turned around and looked at it, and made a gesture of loose defense, at this moment, his sight had adapted to the dark environment.

I saw a phantus more than one person high, standing in the wooden box and swaying gently, like a weeping willow branch blown by the breeze.

Spit!

Chen Zimo spat fiercely, secretly scolding himself for scaring himself.

This swaying void soul was made by him himself, but it had not yet been released by the spell, and the midnight gloom was rising, but he couldn't get rid of the original body, the little yellow paper figure, still lying in the wooden box.

"What are you doing in such a hurry to stand up?" Chen Zimo stepped forward, pinched his right hand, and pointed at the void soul fiercely.

The void soul suddenly shrank back into the little paper figure like a wisp of green smoke.

This hand is all the magic methods taught by Hu Si. At the beginning of that year, Chen Zimo had fantasized about similar scenarios countless times. Now that he has finally done it, although it is just a void soul that ordinary people can dispel with innate masculinity, he is still full of a sense of accomplishment - after all, few ordinary people encounter such a strange and terrifying void soul and dare to take the initiative to attack.

Moreover, how many people can behave so lightly and easily?

When I was a child, if it wasn't for the fear of ghosts, how could I take the initiative to find that obscene and sloppy old man with the name of a god? If you don't go to the old man, how can you rely on each other for more than five years......

And now?

Just as the old man wrote a limerick poem after drinking: "The charm and the ghost are ghosts, and they are all guilty of their own guilt; Full of anger and a clear heart, he destroyed the ghost with one finger. ”

One finger destroys the ghost?!

When I was a child, I thought it was a great achievement, a fairy-like means.

Now it's a dream come true.

Chen Zi walked to the window, opened the curtain and looked out, but saw that the night was thick, without stars and moon. He didn't bother to go to the bedroom to look at the old SH brand watch with the strap broken, sensing the aura emitted by the scroll, while smiling and raising his hand and pinching his fingers, his mind worked, sensing the subtle changes in the vitality of the five elements between heaven and earth, and calculated the approximate time:

Just after the end of the day.

That is, it was more than three o'clock in the morning.

It's the right time to walk at night......

Chen Zimo turned around and was about to take the paper man and the talisman to do that sneaky thing. But then, he thought of the moment when he passed out due to the backlash of his spell before, and he couldn't help but feel palpitations and shiver in his heart - it was just that the spell turned into a void soul, and the natural backlash almost killed him, and if he went to cast a spell to release that void soul, would he suffer a greater backlash? Can you bear it?

Casting a spell to release a void soul is more worry-free and effort-saving than making a void soul, and the backlash is naturally much lighter.

But the problem is that the void soul is made by him and released by him to the world, and the appearance of the void soul in the natural world itself will have to bear the corresponding aura suppression, and these suppressions will follow the rules of the five elements of heaven and earth aura, and indirectly regurgitate Chen Zimo's body, and once the void soul is accidentally damaged or even dissipated, then the backlash that Chen Zimo's body and mind will have to bear will be greater.

With his current physique and cultivation, can he stand it?

What can I do?

Chen Zimo paced back and forth in the study, thinking about the details that he had overlooked, and recalling all the relevant knowledge that his godfather had told him.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, and his hands trembled.

Because, at the moment before his consciousness fell into a coma, he felt that it was better to die, and it was comfortable to die.

And this kind of thought, it is certain that the demon has appeared.

With the level of cultivation that he can't talk about at the moment, excessive spell casting leads to the appearance of inner demons, and it is almost certain death.

"But Lao Tzu is not dead, and his body is still very strong, and his consciousness is clear......" Chen Zimo turned on the light, walked to the table and sat down tremblingly, picked up the bowl and drank it in one go, regardless of the fact that the water in it was already cold.

Why?

His eyes fell on the scroll rolled up on the table, Chen Zimo frowned and thought, could it be because of it?

Immediately, Chen Zimo realized that he had discovered an important problem that he had ignored before-the scroll was pasted with a "hidden spirit talisman", and he used the breathing technique to lay down the magic array, but the scroll was still constantly exuding a faint aura, moistening his body. In other words, the masking technique applied to the scroll did not work?!

And as he became more and more familiar with the aura emitted by the scroll, Chen Zimo was more certain that it was not he who sensed the aura, but that the scroll actively and spontaneously emitted the aura, and soaked it into his body and mind without waste, and then transformed it into the primordial aura, and then seeped out from his body, turned back into the scroll, and formed a subtle cycle over and over again.

With Chen Zimo's rich knowledge of theoretical techniques, as well as Hu Si's description of most of the spells and magic weapons in Qimen Jianghu in the past, this phenomenon cannot be explained, and it can be said that this should not appear at all!

The wound on the head healed very quickly, and it was the effect of the scroll aura;

In the case that there is no atavistic origin in the innate, but the ability to abnormally borrow the aura first and then cast the spell is the active effect of the scroll aura;

This time, he used the spell too much, but he didn't die, and he didn't even suffer the slightest physical and mental trauma...... And in the past few hours of passing out, with the spontaneous initiative of the scroll, it is likely that it will continue to emit spiritual energy to moisten the body, forming a strange and subtle cycle.

So, it was the scroll that saved me?!

Chen Zimo picked up the scroll and looked at the thing in a daze.

After a while, he put down the scroll, pedaled a few steps and ran to the door, opened the door, turned his head to look at the scroll, and found that as he had guessed, the aura emitted by the scroll appeared intermittently, and it was obviously weaker.

Stepping out of the door, the aura was immediately interrupted.

Chen Zimo became more and more sure that the scroll's aura was spontaneous and active, and it was the scroll that sensed his existence first before it emitted aura.

After a few more experiments back and forth, he came up with a more accurate answer - as long as the distance between him and the scroll was within four meters, and there was no wall or other fully sheltered obstacle in between, then the scroll would immediately sense his presence and begin to release a faint but continuous aura.

Sitting back at the table, Chen Zimo stared at the scroll and said, "You have spirituality? ”

Naturally there was no reply.

"You can't speak, but you understand what I'm talking about, do you?"

"What the hell are you?"

"What is your intention in releasing the aura to me, and then returning to your body in a loop?"

"You don't want to hurt me, do you?"

"Let's make it clear first, we have no grievances in the past and no enemies in the near future......"

……

Chen Zimo was purely full of doubts and unanswered, so he would talk to himself alone for a long time. It wasn't until he suddenly remembered that the light was on, so he hurriedly turned off the light, sat in the dark and thought about what to do next--casting too much magic to give birth to demons, fainting but coming back to life, and not even suffering a little injury, which made him no longer afraid to cast spells to release his soul.

However, over the years, he has learned tedious and complex theoretical knowledge of techniques, which has made him develop the habit of thinking about everything in three steps.

Cautious, or indecisive, abrasive?

It can also be said that it is a rainy day.

When the sky was faint, Chen Zimo boiled the rice porridge, and then went to the gatehouse in the front yard and found some paper bundles and burnt paper—these were all brought back from the old mansion after the death of his godfather. In the past two years, in addition to doing white things for people, watching the yin house to drive away evil diseases, they also went to the county to wholesale some kinds of burned paper, dark money and paper ties.

It doesn't make much money, but it's better than nothing.