Wren paid the fare and walked into the Violet House.

The Violet House occupies an extremely wide area, with hundreds of square meters in the welcoming hall alone, but the interior decoration is very simple, which is low-key and connotative.

As soon as Wren entered the door, the eyes of several waitresses at the front desk lit up, and one of them rushed up to greet him and said with a smile:

"Sir, welcome to the Violet House, what do you call it?"

She was dressed in simple and capable overalls, looking a bit like a white-collar worker in her previous life, with her hair coiled up, a good figure, and her eyes fell on Wren's face when she spoke, and her eyes were full of smiles.

One of the characteristics of Violet House is that the staff in the store are mainly women, and their looks are above the standard.

It is said that the director in charge of the shop is an elf, but he rarely appears in front of ordinary customers.

Wren had been here before, so he wasn't too surprised, and said directly: "My name is Wren, and I want to do a soul test." ”

"Yes, Mr. Wren, please come with me. ”

The waitress gracefully made a gesture of please, and then led the way.

Wren followed her down the hall into a modest room at the back. The room is divided into two parts, separated by a glass window, and you can see that in the half of the compartment is a recliner that looks like a dental bed, and next to the chair is an instrument.

The half-human-high instrument resembles a metal cabinet, with an irregular odd-shaped stone on the top, and the lower part of the stone is embedded in the metal cabinet, so that the structure inside cannot be seen.

Next to the instrument sat a middle-aged woman in a long lake-blue dress, holding the metal wire connected to the instrument in her hand, as if injecting energy.

At this moment, there is a man lying on a chair, looking like he is in his twenties, reaching out to touch the stone on the instrument, his eyes are closed, but his face is distorted and pale, and his head is covered with sweat, as if he is enduring great pain.

Outside the glass window, another waitress was watching the movements inside, timing the subject.

"How long has it been?" asked the waitress who had brought Wren in softly.

"It's already an intermediate level of pain. ”

The waitress glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said, "Mr. Wren, please wait a moment, this guest should be about to end the test." ”

"Okay. ”

Wren nodded, he hadn't done a soul test, but he knew the process.

That instrument is the soul grinding stone, there is a soul power transmission device inside, ask a transcendent person to inject soul power into the soul grinding stone on the top, and touching it with your hand will produce severe pain, simulating the soul transformation ritual.

But it wasn't from the beginning of the test that the pain reached the level of the soul transformation ritual, but with the infusion of soul power, the pain gradually increased.

The first five minutes are the primary pain, after which it rises to the intermediate level of pain, and after another five minutes it reaches the advanced pain, which is the most painful stage of the true soul transformation ritual.

As long as you persist in the high-level pain for five minutes, you are eligible to hold the soul transformation ceremony, and the success rate is close to half!

Of course, the longer you stick to it, the better, and the higher the success rate.

Just two minutes or so later, the young man in the test let out a loud cry, let go of his hand on the Soul Grinding Stone, and sat up from the recliner violently.

He looked at the wall clock, his face full of disappointment, and then regretted why he couldn't hold on.

Under the intermediate level of pain, it is not even two minutes, and if the soul transformation ritual is performed, the probability of success is close to zero.

The middle-aged woman who was in charge of activating the soul grinding stone was relieved, and a green light flew out between her fingers and did not enter his forehead, before he stood up, staggered out of the compartment, sat on the chair outside to rest, and the waiter in charge of him brought him a cup of tea to drink, and his face finally looked good.

"Mr. Wren, you can go in and test it. ”

Wren took off his coat and handed it to the waitress and walked into the cubicle.

"Please lie down and relax. The middle-aged woman said gently, her voice sounded very tactful, and she seemed to have a little vocal skills.

Wren could see it from the outside, this woman is a second-level transcendent, and her profession is "shepherd"!

Maybe her professional level is not high, but as a shepherd who can cast spells, no one dares to underestimate herder.

The core element of the herdsman is plant affinity, good at manipulating all kinds of plants, through plant casting, spell types are all-inclusive, both able to heal, but also good at destruction, summoning and controlling is also a good trick, if you also learn alchemy to refine poison, it is even more invisible.

It was a luxury to be able to invite a shepherd to give a free soul test to a guest, and the strength of the Violet House made Wren feel even more mysterious.

He lay down in his chair, took a deep breath, and put his hand on the Soul Grinding Stone.

"I'm going to start. ”

As soon as the middle-aged woman's words fell, Wren felt a sharp pain coming from his hand, reaching his brain, as if his finger had been cut off, and he almost jumped up from the chair.

He stiffened, gritted his teeth, and took a few deep breaths before he could bear it.

The pain invaded the brain wave after wave, as if a knife was cutting a finger repeatedly, and it was a very blunt saw knife, constantly pulling at his pain nerves.

", it hurts too much. ”

Wren shouted in his heart, although he could bear it for the time being, but he was not sure if he would be able to withstand the pain when it reached the intermediate level after five minutes.

"Attention must be diverted!"

He began to count the sheep silently, but not once he could count to ten was interrupted by pain.

Then I tried to memorize the text.

"Yuzhang Ancient County, Hongdu New Mansion. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. Three rivers and five lakes, control, control...... Control your size, it hurts me to death!"

"At the end of the day, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky...... No, the bright moonlight on the bed, hanging southeast branches, a red apricot out of the wall......"

Wren's mind was torn upside down, and he couldn't recite a sentence smoothly.

He was so confused that he even began to recall the teachers who had treasured his hard drive for many years: Ohashi-sensei, Takaki-sang, Hatano-sama, Matsushima-sang, Mikami-sang, Ishihara-sang, Utsunomiya-sang...... But it didn't work, the terrible pain affected all thinking, and easily cut off the wonderful performance of the teachers.

Before I knew it, I finally survived five minutes.

Then, a more intense intermediate pain came to my brain, this time like putting my hands on a fire and grilling!

"Who can withstand this!"

Wren bit his mouth so that he didn't scream, his face was bruised, and cold sweat quickly dripped down his forehead.

A thought flashed through his mind, the person in front of him actually held on for two minutes, which was too bearable.

Then I remembered a martyr hero in my previous life, what an admirable great person!

As time passed, Wren was still holding on, his right hand on the Soul Grinding Stone was almost stiff, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand were protruding, but he held on to the stone and refused to let go.

He looked at the wall clock on the wall, which swayed from side to side at regular intervals, and every second passed.

But every second was a terrible ordeal, and Wren wondered if the clock was broken, or why did the pendulum go so slowly?

Two minutes later, Wren was overjoyed that I had surpassed the man in front of me!

Then it painfully occurred that there were still three minutes left in this stage.

Then, three minutes passed.

It was the longest three minutes Wren had ever experienced in two lifetimes. Without waiting for him to rejoice in his heart, the pain suddenly rose to the advanced level, which was the most difficult late stage of the soul transformation test.

This time, it was as if someone had nailed a finger-thick steel nail from the Heavenly Spirit Cover into his brain, and then stirred it in circles.

Wren couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and his whole body began to tremble.

"If you can't hold on, just tell me. The middle-aged woman's voice sounded in her ears, and she was afraid that Ren would be too painful and his body would stiffen, and he would not even be able to let go.

"No, use ......," Wren slowly squeezed out two words from his mouth.

A minute passed, and it felt like a century in Rennes.

Then another century passed, and his consciousness was almost blurred, already on the verge of collapse.

In the third minute of advanced pain, Wren's mind was blank, he couldn't even think, and the trick of diverting attention no longer worked, relying purely on his personal will to insist.

In the last two minutes, Wren didn't know how he had survived.

When the wall clock skipped five minutes, his will almost let go in one breath, and he wanted to withdraw his hand.

"No, I can hold on and try my limits. After more than five minutes of scale, Wren seemed to have broken through a realm, and even lasted another three minutes.

Several people present watched nervously and did not dare to make a sound.

Wren closed his eyes, his attention wandered everywhere, and just when he was about to lose his grasp, he swept to the little red flower in the corner of his vision and opened the interface of his mobile phone.

At this time, he couldn't think at all, and randomly clicked in the interface.

Inadvertently, the music player was turned on.

A beautiful melody sounded in my head: the setting sun on the horizon reflected my face again, and once again reflected my restless heart, where this place was still so desolate, and the endless journey was so long......

Wren was immediately attracted by the singing and thought to himself, what kind of song is this?

Immediately, he noticed that the pain had subsided!

Wren was overjoyed, and hurriedly listened to the song attentively, silently humming the lyrics in his heart, and sure enough, the pain was alleviating little by little. Although it has not weakened to the point where it is not painful at all, it is probably reduced from advanced pain to elementary level, but this is completely within the range of what he can bear.

And, as he sang earnestly, the pain was further subsided.

After two songs, the pain has been reduced to the point where it seems to be caught in the head by a door, and even the primary pain is not comparable to the initial pain, and it is easy to persevere.

"I didn't expect that one day, I would think that it would be so cool to be caught in the head by the door......"

Wren thought with a smile.

Even after listening to a few songs, there was no point in testing it again, so he put his hand back.

The pain disappeared immediately, and Wren exhaled and came back to his senses, finding that the middle-aged woman sitting next to him was looking at him in a daze, as if he had seen a ghost.

Not only her, but the cubicle outside the glass window was already full of people, both the waitress of the Violet House and several customers in the store.

When they saw Wren withdraw, they let out an exclamation in unison, their eyes full of incredulity.