Dark Walkers, who gain mystical spirituality by communicating with those in the darkness.

While some mystical spirits are incredibly powerful, the cost of using them is rarely known.

Whenever Darkwalkers use mystical spirits, their souls are like a raging flame.

The mysterious beings in the darkness swooped down on these flames like moths.

Unlike moths, moths to fire represent death, while those terrifying beings that pounce on souls represent the death of the Darkwalker.

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With the Spring Festival approaching, a group of half-grown children are running through the muddy and filthy streets, holding disassembled firecrackers in their hands.

A few hairy children get together, one by one, and sometimes they can't help but make a prank, watch passers-by walk by, and quietly light a small whip and throw it over.

The sound of the "horn" was startling, and a few "bad boys" who were hiding on the side laughed.

The production tasks of the Ergou workshop have been completed, and Su Dingshun has sent another 5,000 pieces with him.

Gou sent four hundred silver dollars before and after making a fortune, and after deducting the workers' wages and materials, there were about one hundred silver dollars left.

The profit doesn't seem to be high, and Su Ding doesn't make a lot of money at one time, but after all, the kind of big dog of the Wei family is rare.

In these days, men who can earn ten silver dollars a month will stick out their neighbors and give them a thumbs up.

earned a hundred silver dollars in two weeks, which was enough for Su Ding and his sisters to have a good year.

The workers, who had received a large income a few years ago, were grateful to have stopped working.

Su Ding also began to learn from the old Xuantou.

According to the old man, although the dark walker is powerful, its price is too heavy, and once you step into it, you will live in shadow fear for the rest of your life.

This is also the reason why Su Ergou is reluctant to let Su Ding's sister and brother step into the extraordinary.

Su Ding was not in a hurry.

He has the space for evil thoughts to back him up, and he always has a few more advantages than the others.

Lao Xuantou, as the 'Ten Elders' and a well-known miracle doctor, came to visit in an endless stream of guests, and even many of them came from the county seat or other small towns.

Su Yiyi took Su Guangguang and Han Daniu, the two junior brothers, to be busy, while Su Ding slipped to the backyard calmly to start a day's study.

Read.

That's right, in the eyes of the old Xuantou, Su Ding is an illiterate person who can't read big words.

Su Ding was hehe at that time.

Brother Yu is also a psychology expert who went to Harbin Buddhist College in North America to study for a doctorate after graduating from 211 University.

The world uses traditional Chinese characters in ancient China, and although Su Ding can't write them, he knows every word.

At first, he was about to pretend to be a genius to scare the old man, but he realized that he was really wrong.

The words of this world are different!

The old man was sitting in the room, holding a book in one hand and drinking tea in the other.

Su Ding greeted him with a smile when he saw it: "Master is early, there are so many wronged people waiting for gifts outside, don't you always pick two fat ones to slaughter?"

The old man squinted at Su Ding, and said lightly: "Can you learn the eighteen ways to write the word 'Dao' that you taught yesterday?"

Su Ding's smile froze, and he said with a haha: "It's almost there." ”

"It's almost yet, I'll give you half an hour, and I'll assess it later." ”

After speaking, the old man stopped talking and continued to read.

Su Ding rolled his eyes, and looked at a little yellow book here to pretend to be your sister's master.

Su Ding went straight to the old Xuantou's study, and there were all kinds of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones in the study, of course, he didn't even have the qualifications to touch these things.

Su Ding's only stationery was a rotten brush that was almost bald.

The table was made of a stone platform, and it was dipped in water with a brush and then written on it, which was Su Ding's way of learning.

Back to the topic.

The writing system of this world seems to be no different from that of ancient China, but when Su Ding began to learn, he found that it was not so simple.

In this world, words are a magical thing, one of the ways to communicate with dark beings.

Under normal circumstances, the words on the various books that Su Ding saw were called 'Chinese', which were ordinary words that were common in the world and did not have any magical powers.

This kind of writing is exactly the same as the ancient Chinese script, and you don't need to learn Su Ding.

But the rest of the text is more complicated.

The primeval god system has its own script, known as 'primeval pen and ink'.

The Lord of the Old Days system is the 'Traces of the Old Days'.

In addition, there are the 'extraterritorial French' of the extraterritorial god system and the 'heavenly book' of the heavenly dao system.

These four major systems are the largest dark existence known to mankind, and the four writing systems are also based on 'Chinese with various variants and meaning changes.

What hurts Su Dingdan the most is that in addition to the changes in the general categories, there are still small-scale changes in the words of different demon masters in the major systems.

For example, the writing of the eighteen kinds of 'Dao' characters in the 'Ancient Brush and Ink' that Su Ding is learning is just the text of some demon lords related to healers in the 'Ancient Divine System'.

Think about how many kinds of demon lords there are in this world...... Su Ding felt that he might not be able to learn all these words in his life.

Fortunately, the most basic 'Chinese' Su Ding has no teacher, and there is no problem for Su Ding to read most books that do not involve mysterious spirituality.

Su Ding took out the calligraphy prepared for him by the old Xuantou and copied it stroke by stroke.

According to the old man, learning the memory of 'ancient ink' is one thing, and more importantly, it is more important to initially build a connection with the dark existence through writing.

This is a kind of mystical saying, writing is the greatest invention of mankind, and it is with words that knowledge can be passed on.

Therefore, the text can be understood as a seal of 'communication' with the demon lord, and the old man said that the most powerful healer in the world can cure diseases when he speaks.

Because he has reached the realm of being able to communicate with the demon lord by spitting fragrant mouths.

Su Ding thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't tell the old man the meaning of the fragrance of his world.

Ten times to finish.

The words are all memorized, after all, they are all derived from traditional Chinese characters, and there are still traces to follow no matter how different they are.

But the magic of the words that the old man said could only be perceived occasionally.

This kind of communication is not the same as being caught in a cult incident, it is a very ethereal feeling, like people on two different planets using 2G network video.

The picture may not appear at all, or it may be stuck there for 10,000 years and cannot be moved.

Su Dingzheng was thinking about it, and saw the old man coming over with his hands behind his back.

"How's it going?"

Su Ding was very serious when he was studying, and he said respectfully: "I have learned a total of one hundred and twenty words these days, and I remember them all." ”

The old man was dissatisfied: "It's too slow." ”

Su Ding smiled bitterly: "It's not difficult to remember, it's really hard to distinguish which demon lord they are, these words are all produced by Chinese variants, and the difference between some words is very small, and it is easy to get confused if you have more memory." ”

"That's because you haven't learned it yet, if you can communicate with the demon lord by falling the words, the words will naturally not be wrong. ”

Su Ding scratched his head: "It's true, I can occasionally feel a little bit in my heart that the text is communicating with some kind of force, and most of the time I have no clue." ”

Touching his beard, he was about to say that he thought about the old man back then, and was stunned: "What?