In the end, Song Qiulan and Qin Chuyi completed the anti-phagocytosis together. The role of the writer was filled by Song Qiulan, which she insisted on, because life was no longer so important to her. Qin Chuyi was responsible for marking the monster, using the mirror technique instead of his own eyes to follow the monster to find the mysterious spellcaster.

And I became the superfluous person who took care of the children.

I have to say that Zhao Cheng, who has become a baby, looks much cuter than before, the little guy doesn't cry or make trouble, he understands very well what we have to do in front of him, his long eyelashes hang down above his big eyes, and he looks at the one in front of him quietly. But his face is very white and bloodless, and that's the difference between him and a normal child.

Next, it's time to perform the anti-phagogy.

Song Qiulan and Qin Chuyi sat opposite each other, with a soft face and a small mirror the size of a palm in front of them, and the difference between the two was about half a meter. On the ground where the soft face was placed, a circle of incantations was densely written with a brush, including the pen in Song Qiulan's hand, which was also painted with various symbols. One of these symbols is very familiar to me, that is, an eye-like pattern, Qin Chuyi once wrote a similar pattern on the rune paper, and then I can see the figure of the ghost clearly.

And Qin Chuyi, who was opposite, sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed, his hands on his chest, showing a strange posture of sealing. On his eyelids, too, there was a spell drawn on it, which I had just written for him according to his words.

Ever since he knew about the soft copy, he hadn't said a word to me again, not even making eye contact. Somehow, I felt very uneasy, not like the loss of things I usually lose, nor like the regret after failing the exam, but like the blood in my heart being emptied, but still trying to beat.

At such moments, there was no time left for me to heal the pain, so I could only grit my teeth and swallow in my stomach, trying to put aside the matter and not think about it. Despite this, when he took a brush and wrote every symbol on Qin Chuyi's white and tender skin. Looking at the eyelashes and corners of his eyes that were once extremely familiar on his face, my heart still hurt like an awl thorn, and I almost drew crooked with a shake of my hand.

The small mirror placed in front of him had the same eye symbol painted in the center. There were still spells written all around, and a yellow piece of rune paper was placed underneath. After this qiē, I finally sprinkled the incense ash around them, forming a large last circle, making a simple enchantment. I'll be on the sidelines. There is no risk.

It's not fair.

As Qin Chu's lips lightly opened, scripture-like incantations began to flow out of his mouth. This is like a signal, and Song Qiulan, who heard this signal, began to hold the pen and quickly write the characters on the soft copy.

"Whoa, whoa"

As she began to write faster, the floor that was half a meter away began to become damp and dull, like a water stain, gradually spreading from the center to the periphery.

The water-stained marks gradually darken until they form a deep ink-like black. Bubbles suddenly began to bubble up in the deep blackness. From my vantage point, it looked like a mass of boiling black water, constantly tumbling.

Then, a semicircular head poked out of the boiling black water, twisted twice, and finally appeared in front of me a head with human features on top of its head. As the head began to emerge from under the plank, the spells around it rose from the floor like some life, wrapping around the head like a chain. The eye-like symbol fell on top of the goblin's head, emitting a faint burst of blue light.

All of a sudden. The monster seemed to be unrestrained, and jumped up from the floor, and after a round of strange eyes, it flew straight out of the half-open window next to it. It was a human head. The monster with the body of a centipede, its dense feet and limbs look like human legs. Later, Qin Chuyi told me that this monster is called Ruozu. After the dead traveler exposes the corpse in the wilderness, the obsession of returning to his hometown gradually transforms into a kind of monster.

As Ruozu flew out, a strong wind generated in the room, blowing away Qin Chuyi's hair on his forehead. I hurriedly covered Zhao Cheng in my arms. He was too weak to take the slightest impact.

Qin Chuyi was unmoved, still reciting the incantation with his eyes closed. The other eye, painted on the mirror, began to glow slightly with blue light, and as the blue light gradually disappeared, the small mirror slowly showed a movie-like scene, that is, the picture seen by the eye pattern that fell on the top of the monster's head.

The principle used in speculum is simple, but it also carries a lot of risks. The caster temporarily deposits his eyes on the zài charm, and then the place where the spell passes can be seen by the caster's eyes. This makes it very convenient for the practitioner to see what he wants to see without having to take half a step.

But if the spell is destroyed a second before it is lifted, the caster will pay the price of blindness, which is very painful for a species that compares the eyes to the windows of the soul. So with Ruozu's departure, I was worried about Qin Chuyi all the time.

The speed of the foot is so fast, the view is from top to bottom, I can hardly make out where it is flying, but I can be sure that it is heading north. After about ten minutes, Ruozu suddenly slowed down and finally stopped on a tree.

The light around the tree was dim, there was no light source, only a faint moonlight. By the faint light, it was still possible to distinguish the things under the trees: almost identical marble slabs, with various black-and-white photographs pasted on them, placed together one by one, and the dry bouquets in front of the slate could be faintly seen. The rest was dead silence.

"North Building Cemetery ......," I muttered to myself, feeling that things weren't going well.

Ruozu took off again, this time, in front of a tombstone. On the tombstone, there is a photo of a middle-aged woman, with a pair of round eyes, dark skin, small and round eyes, a faint black mole on the tip of the nose, and a reluctant smile, as if when this photo was taken, she knew that it would be used on the tombstone.

At the bottom of the photo, there are only two words engraved "beloved wife", and nothing else. I don't understand, is this deceased woman a mysterious person who performs spells? I can't believe it, but I can't be sure.

"Spring Rain ......"

"What?" I heard Song Qiulan muttering in a low voice, and hurriedly looked at her.

As if she had been struck by lightning, she stared blankly at the black-and-white photo in the mirror without blinking her eyelids. (To be continued.) )