As soon as he returned to reality, Xia He heard a burst of music.

The music is mournful and solemn.

It is the "Funeral March" composed by composer Li Tongshu, and whenever it appears, it means death...... In Xia He's hometown, whenever someone dies, he will use a loudspeaker to cycle this mourning song for three days.

It's custom.

Three days means a wake, and a burial after three days.

But there was no such thing as daytime, and now there is, indicating that death was determined in the afternoon.

Look at the time, it's already past five o'clock.

Xia He opened the street door, and then hurriedly turned back into his crippled body and sat in a wheelchair to prevent Lin Tuzi or his aunt from seeing it when he came over later, and at the same time, he also took advantage of this time to ask the fool: "Can I use the template for this spiritual power that Gilgamesh has studied?" This seems to be a cultivator, so is that I able to cultivate ontology without using a template? ”

The fool immediately replied: "Sir can directly use this spiritual power template, this template is bound to the spirit and will act on all templates. ”

Bound to the spirit?

Meaning it's not limited to a single template? Good stuff!

Without hesitation, Xia He said directly: "Then bind this template." ”

"Okay, please wait."

The Fool's Ball floated in the air, constantly flashing with light.

Meanwhile.

Xia He felt that his brain began to sting, as if there were a large number of silver needles in his brain, which were constantly piercing his brain, cerebellum, and brain stem...... It was very uncomfortable, not at all as comfortable as the previous few times.

Thankfully, the sensation only lasted a minute.

A minute later.

Without being reminded by a fool, Xia He felt as if something had changed......

His thinking seems to have become very clear, obviously invisible, but he can perceive that in front of himself, his thinking seems to have changed from invisible to tangible, from disorder to order, just like the divine consciousness often mentioned in Xiuxian novels, and he can perceive the surrounding environment with his eyes closed......

Of course, this is a bit of a fantasy.

According to the fool, this is actually the automatic completion of part of the information after the thinking becomes stronger, or Xia He saw it just now, and he didn't think he remembered it, but in fact, the spiritual power has reproduced it, so as long as he thinks about it, the scenery over there will appear.

"It's a bit mysterious...... But the end of science is theology, and in a way it is true. ”

As he spoke, Xia He set his eyes on an ant under his feet.

Gilgamesh was able to control the beasts.

I guess I can do it myself.

"Once I capture this ant with my spiritual power, doesn't it mean that there is one more ant clone?"

Just do it, Xia He manipulated his spiritual power, like a very slender silk thread, spreading to the ants.

Suddenly, the ants that were foraging for food froze.

It seemed to shudder.

Then he regained his spirits, shaking his tentacles, and his head turned cautiously, as if he was looking at his body—as if he had been manipulated by Xia He.

Xia He is still Xia He.

It's just that in his mind, there seems to be an extra picture of an ant, or an ant's perspective.

In this perspective, it is a gray world composed of pieces of glass, most likely the world seen by the compound eyes of ants, very three-dimensional, but the eyesight is very poor......

The first time I made contact, Xia He felt super interesting.

Through the ant's point of view, he manipulated the ant to return along the path he had just come, occasionally touching other ants on the way, and their tentacles would touch and exchange pheromones.

Xia He ignored them and continued to crawl towards the ant's nest.

Crawl and crawl.

Seeing that it was about to arrive, it suddenly darkened in front of him, and the next moment, my aunt's voice sounded: "Xia He, did your neighbor's little girl bring you dinner?" ”

My aunt is here.

Xia He broke off his control over the ant, shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Okay, do you want to eat meat dishes? If you eat, I just bought a pot from Xiaoxiao's house, and I will give you a bowl and two steamed buns, which should be enough for dinner, right? My aunt held a rice bowl in both hands and put it directly on the table.

Meat dish is the name of a single meal, not a generic term.

Generally, it is made of various dishes + vermicelli + meat, and many of the previous big pot rice are made of this.

"Xiaoxiao's family?" Xia He thought about it and had a little impression in his heart, "Who in her family died?" ”

"Her grandfather." Aunt gave Xia He a meal in a slippery manner.

"What's going on...... I remember when I saw it last year, my body was quite strong. ”

"Then who knows, maybe it's old, this person, once he reaches age, even if his body is still quite strong, he has to leave when it's time to go, and he can't stay...... Listening to Xiaoxiao, the old man ate a bowl of rice at noon, drank half a bowl of rice soup, and then said to go for a nap, but this sleep was over......"

My aunt is also going to be thirty, and when she reaches the age of a middle-aged woman, she begins to nag.

She left a big bowl of meat and vegetables for Xia He, plus three steamed buns, for fear that Xia He would not be full, and after finishing it, she said, "Don't worry about it after you finish eating, I'll wash the dishes tomorrow", and was about to leave with the basin.

"Wait a minute, Auntie." Xia He called his aunt to stop.

"Is there anything else?"

"What's on your back? It's dark, come over here and I'll pat you on the back. In Xia He's eyes, there was a thin layer of black mist wrapped around his aunt's body, which was most likely a ghost, or a fragment of brain waves, so he patted his aunt twice on the back and grabbed this thing in his hand.

"Maybe when I kowtowed to Grandpa Xiaoxiao, I accidentally touched the spirit table and rubbed ......"

After explaining, my aunt left with a basin, locked the door for Xia He by the way, and estimated that she would turn to the neighbor's house next door and inform Lin Rabbit that she didn't need to bring dinner......

This made Xia He breathe a sigh of relief, and he was now making up lessons for Lin Rabbit more and more perfunctory.

The little sister next door has no fun in the world of creation!

The black mist was constantly swaying like seaweed in his hand, blowing at it, it would also be affected by the wind and flutter, and after observing it for a while, Xia He crushed it vigorously.

Bang!

The black fog dissipated.

The moment it dissipated, a trace of despair suddenly appeared in Xia He's heart.

The world seems so boring, or so boring, I want to kill myself, I don't want to live anymore......

Fortunately.

In just an instant, a moment later, Xia He regained his clarity, he looked at the area where the black fog dissipated with palpitations, and hurriedly opened the window to ventilate the room, and then sighed: "Does the ghost have such a great impact on people?" ”