Bright blue points of light poured out from Ian's eyes, like air and mist, changing light and dark, slowly converging in the open space in front of him, piling up a tall young figure from the bottom up. Almost at the same time, on the left and right sides behind the boy, a shorter teenager and a petite and cute girl converged, respectively.

When their embodiment stabilized, they turned out to be automatic. The little girl laughed silently, as if she had seen something very funny, the short boy looked around and nodded gently in Ian's direction, and the tall boy in front of Ian seemed to be in high spirits, fiddling with the small hammer in his hand from time to time, tossing and turning, and could not stop for a moment.

Suddenly, the little girl fell backwards in terror and sat on the ground, and the short boy came to help her, staring at them in great fear, while the tall boy assumed a fighting stance, and at some point the small hammer in his hand turned into a short sword.

The witch saw more psychic energy in Ian's eyes, and his eyes were almost completely covered with a blue light.

He clenched his hands into fists and curled his arms slightly, his body as if under a huge burden, hunched over his knees, and gasped for air with his mouth wide open.

More psychic powers quickly converged into a monstrous beast, and the three previously embodied children began to fall apart in pain...... Spiritual points of light danced wildly in front of Ian, like a group of Hu Feng.

"Enough!" cried the witch.

But Ian didn't seem to hear at all, and the behemoth was still taking shape.

The witch grabbed the lens on the table and slammed it into Ian. With a muffled "tom", Ian fell to the ground unconscious, and the child and the beast that he had embodied immediately collapsed without a trace.

When Ian woke up again, it was already late afternoon.

"Hiss......" Ian was about to get up subconsciously, but he felt a splitting headache and couldn't help but gasp.

"I know it hurts, it's fine!" the witch sat on the side with a gloomy face.

"I just ...... What's wrong?" asked Ian, gently touching a bulging bag on his head and getting up.

"The psychic force is gone - oh, if my head hurts, I smashed it, I can't help it. Honestly, boy, you're too ...... 'vulnerable' - you can take the word fragile, right? The witch said with a look of disdain, "The use of psychic power, in the final analysis, is the control of mental power, and there are many times with the help of our emotions. It can be said that the richer the emotional investment, the greater the amount of spiritual power cast, and the more powerful the spirit you can manifest, or "high-quality", the more powerful it will be. You have a lot of psychic power, but so do the negative emotions in it. If you don't control your emotions well, you will be devoured and turned into a monster, not to mention, it will also affect the people around you. I see you, it's better not to use your spiritual power in the future, so as not to hurt others!" he said, squinting at Ian.

The old witch wanted to provoke him, and the young man was arrogant, and this trick was tried.

Ian had subjectively used psychic power for the first time, and the witch had already been impressed by what she had just done, and she really didn't want the boy to come to an end.

She didn't expect the phrase "even involvement", but it happened to hit the point where Ian was most worried and minded about staying in Qingfeng Village. After a moment of silence, Ian spoke, "Mother-in-law is right, I still don't need to be spiritually active in the future. I just don't know, is there any way I can't use it in my sleep?"

"No!" the witch was furious, this poor boy who was not a good boy had no backbone at all?

"Don't you have any backbone?" the witch was so angry that she accidentally put what was in her head out of her mouth, and simply turned her heart sideways, "Stinky boy, there are risks in doing anything, and any little achievement of a person needs to pay a price." Did your psychic power appear before that event? Isn't it? Then I'll tell you, your psychic power may have been innate, but the reason why you can use it now, I can almost conclude that it was because of that event, a large dose of demonic shockwaves that may have been amplified from the outside, activated the psychic power you have. The old witch paused, and then said in a gloomy and vicious tone: "You are willing to let it be buried in vain in the dull and boring life of your life for the next few decades, and I have nothing to do with the old woman." But your friends are all dead because of it. If their lives are the price, then do you, the spirit of you, dare not say no, don't you want it? You, a cowardly survivor, have not thought of using it to do something for your dead friends, at least find their killers?"

After saying these words, the witch finally saw a strange look in Ian's eyes, but it was also fleeting.

In the dimly lit cabin, he seemed to open his mouth slightly, but after all, he didn't say anything, and turned stiffly and walked out.

Ian felt unusually heavy under his feet, and he didn't know where to go with each step. The witch's harsh words resounded in his mind, evoking his grief and remorse as he fled. The heart that became empty after losing everything suddenly felt heavy and depressed again.

He knew that fate, this time could not be the scapegoat for it all.

The witch looked at his back and muttered to herself: Rather than lose hope with fear, despair, grief and self-blame all your life, it is better to dispel fear with hatred. Hmph, who says only good things are hope?

"But I'm really right?—if something happens in the future, don't blame me, old lady Sumu!"

The witch thought a little uneasy, and watched Ian leave the hollow.

In the glazed forest, the branches of the glazed trees secrete a crystal clear resin, which is the main material used by witches to make ice cube lenses. During this season, the glazed forest secretes a large amount of this resin, which is dense and crystalline, and hangs straight down from the branches, like a translucent drapery, hanging everywhere in the forest.

Under the sunlight, the whole forest seems to have turned into glass crystal, and the light is full of light, which is extremely beautiful.

But Ian didn't seem to be able to see the strange scenery around him, and just walked slowly towards Breeze Village. His eyes, like the light and shadow of glazed resin refracted by the sun, flickered and flickered. Sometimes it is firm and bright, full of vitality and burning desire, and sometimes it is dim, like a dead corpse without focus and life.

As Ian walked slowly out of the glazed woods, the setting sun happened to be slanting over him, pulling his shadow into the wilderness.

He stood still outside the glazed woods, looking in the direction of Light Wind Village. The setting sun fell gently on his head and body, as if his eyes gradually softened. He walked towards the village of Breeze, and his steps slowly became lighter under the impetus of the breeze. The winds of Breeze Village seemed to take away all his unhappiness, suspicion, cowardice, and confusion, but there was no joy, comfort, or pleasure on his face.

People sometimes calm down because of a decision.

"It's hard to hear, but she's right. A voice in his heart was telling himself, "You now have a place to stay, do what you have to do." ”

Before dark, Ian returned to the entrance of Light Breeze Village. Granny Sumu was waiting for him there.

Hearing Ian's footsteps, Granny Sumu asked, "Did you see the shrine maiden?"

"Well, I see. Ian stepped forward and answered.

The mother-in-law asked softly with concern, "Does she have a way to help you solve the nightmare?"

Ian thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, it's just ...... It's still up to me to work harder. ”

"It's good to have a way, it's good to have a way. Granny Su Mu looked delighted, and asked, "So-who...... How's that for the soul?"

Ian smiled, "That's not a soul, there's a way." ”

"Good, good. Granny Su Mu smiled with satisfaction, turned around and walked home, "Go, go home, it's almost dark, right?"

"Yes. Mother-in-law," Ian called out to Mother-in-law Sumu again, "I've got your medicine back." ”

"Oh, thank you. ”

That night, Ian had another dream, but it wasn't that nightmare.

He dreamed about things from his childhood.

Zach was waving a small wooden stick, shouting something, and he looked very angry. But in the dream, his ears seemed to be blindfolded, and he couldn't hear anything. He pricked up his ears, held his breath and listened carefully, and finally heard the voice in his memory clearly: "I am the messenger of justice, accept the sanction!"