"School is out at noon, and I'll give you a homework." Ye Kong spoke on the podium.

"There is a poem that says, 'Stop and sit in love with the maple forest evening'."

"So, may I ask what the poet is doing when he stops, the students go back and think about it, now the class is over!"

The temperature in the wasteland can reach forty degrees Celsius at noon. There was no way to go to class, so students went back to their lunch break for three hours as usual.

Ye Kong had lunch in the school, said goodbye to Ye Jia and the old principal, and prepared to go home.

The red alley is particularly lively today, and when you walk in the middle of the alley, you can hear the obscene sound from both ends.

I heard the aunts say that today the "matchmaker" came to the No. 8 market town to inspect, and the price of the A() CD in the audience was halved.

The matchmaker is the big man in the Vault, and controls all the Red Alleys in the twelve market towns.

Before Ye Kong walked out of the alley, a few aunts came over and said with a smile: "Young man, come and play, we have all types." ”

"You don't have what I want."

"How is it possible, today the matchmaker brought a large number of fresh goods, great!" The aunts threw winks at Ye Kong.

At this time, the aunt in the red pony coat came over, an acquaintance from yesterday. She whispered to the others, and the other aunts were full of surprise in their eyes after hearing this, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, young man, you really don't have the type you want." ”

"Oh, there's a contact with me."

Ye Kong smiled, yesterday he seriously told the aunt that he likes monkeys, and it is estimated that people take it seriously.

It's not particularly strange that some people in the wasteland have this kind of fetish.

The square was still noisy, and a group of people shouted to open and open, frantically squeezing inside, sweating everywhere. Some of them still have white gauze on their arms, presumably from being injured yesterday.

The weather was too hot, Ye Kong didn't have time to join in the fun, and hurried back to the house.

He still has a lot to do.

The sunflower in the yard seemed to be short of water, leaning against the wall, and the flowers were towering, looking like they were dying.

Ye Kong watered it, and when he returned to the room, he found that the lock on his sister's door had been pried by a thief, and his methods were rough and stubborn.

The lock was not picked, and the thief seemed unwilling to make a big fuss, and hurried away.

Ye Kong unconsciously touched the dagger on his waist, in fact, the ritual of the palm of his left hand made him feel more secure, and touching the knife was just a habit he had developed for many years.

Back in his room, he closed the door and pulled out a paintbrush from under the straw at the head of the bed.

The paintbrush he found when he was tidying up his room, made of plastic, is very rare. Ye Kong unscrewed it, and the paint in the ink sac was extremely scarlet, with a peculiar taste, and most of it had been used.

The original owner of the body is supposed to have used this brush to paint the ritual.

"What happens if I draw the ritual of the palm?" Ye Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, and without a teacher to guide him, he decided to make some simple attempts first.

He spread out the book "Introduction to the Occult", and in the blank space of the book's inner cover, he began to trace the strange pattern of the palm of his left hand.

As a tomb feng shui master, drawing is a basic skill, and you must first draw a basic map of the tomb before going to the tomb, so as to greatly prevent accidents.

"I feel like every stroke I make, it's as if someone has drained a trace of my soul." Ye Kong's face was very solemn.

He didn't know if this was his own psychological effect or if it was real, and he unconsciously clenched the brush in his hand.

The curves intersect with each other, and finally, the ceremonial pattern in the palm of the palm is completely painted on the book cover.

"I'm chanting the spell now, will this book be blurred?" Ye Kong was eager to try.

He took a good look at the introduction to the occult, this knowledge beyond reality, as if there was a kind of magic that attracted him.

It's like a big tomb that has never been opened, waiting for him to go and explore.

"Fight!" Ye Kong gritted his teeth secretly.

The events of last night made him haunted, in such a wasteland, without extraordinary abilities, it was a fool's dream to protect himself.

"Lingtu!"

Ye Kong whispered these two words.

The palm of his left hand suddenly heated up at this moment.

"I'll go, I'm going to be illusory, not myself!" This thought flashed through Ye Kong's mind.

At this time, the ritual in the palm of the left hand, as if it was hindered by something, suddenly stopped when Ye Kong's thoughts flashed.

"Huh?" Ye Kong was stunned.

"The spiritual path is only the password to open the ritual, and my own mind is the instruction that finally decides to start the ritual?" Feeling this change, Ye Kong's face couldn't help but be happy.

This means that he can really control the ritual in his hands. Instead of someone else casually saying the word "spiritual path", the ritual will begin, and his body will be virtualized.

"The book is not illusory, and it seems that simply drawing rituals is ineffective."

Ye Kong took a deep breath and calmly analyzed.

"It's interesting, but there's another question, if my body is really virtual, then why didn't I fall to the ground?"

"Moreover, the clothes on my body do not belong to my body, and they also follow me through the process of blurring, doesn't that mean that my ability can also blur external things?"

"Then why didn't I blur the water coming out of the faucet at that time?"

Ye Kong lowered his head, his hands unconsciously rubbed the pages of "Introduction to Occultism", and according to the current situation, he vaguely guessed a possibility.

Your own illusory abilities may be dominated by your own conscious or subconscious mind.

"If the next time, I turn on the illusory ability, I want to sink into the ground, maybe I can really sink into the ground, and then beyond the illusory time, I will be sealed in the dirt......"

"Hehe, it's so convenient to commit suicide with this ability." Ye Kong smiled self-deprecatingly.

He folded the book back and placed it on his desk, and then opened the door to his sister's room with wire.

The things after the painting were still there, and Ye Kong continued to browse through the diary that he hadn't finished reading before.

"On April 3rd, the test subject died, which shows that the ritual has great drawbacks, and I'm worried about Sora, what will happen if he holds the same ceremony!"

Well? Seeing this, Ye Kong frowned.

"On April 4th, I was observing Xiaokong through the hole in the door, and I felt that something was wrong with him recently, what should I do?"

"On the first of May, Xiaokong became more and more wrong, often talking nonsense, and one afternoon, I saw him burying something in the vegetable garden."

"On May 2nd, I told my grandfather about it, and he was silent and asked me to leave him alone."

"No, he's my only brother, and I can't watch him take risks."

"On May 5th, Sora was very abnormal, and I felt like he was a different person."

"At night, I saw the guards walking through the streets, Xiaokong has been at Boss Zhao's house, what did he do to alarm the guards?"

The diary ended here, and Ye Kong sweated profusely after reading it.

The test subject in the diary of the emotional sister is not him, but the sister knows that he is holding a mysterious ritual, and deliberately catches some test subjects to try to see if there are any side effects.

In other words, his sister has been protecting herself?

That's......

"Hey, no matter, let's ask Boss Zhao." Ye Kong thought, put things in their place, and then walked out of the courtyard.

Boss Zhao must know something in the field of occultism, and at this stage, he can't find Ron, only he can tell himself.

As soon as he came to the door, Ye Kong smelled a fragrance...... The aroma of meat, the smell of freshly grilled meat.

In a place like No. 8 market town where there is no oil and water to eat, you can eat meat, and it is estimated that there is only a sundries shop.

Ye Kong walked in, only to see Boss Zhao and the little fat man leaning on a chicken at the door of the house, about four or five catties, golden and delicate in color, dripping with oil and water, falling into the charcoal fire, making a clattering sound, which is particularly attractive.

The little fat man looked at the roast chicken, and the harazi was about to flow out of the ground.

"Boss Zhao, I'm blessed today." Ye Kong said with a smile, he felt his stomach tumbling, and he was very dissatisfied with his diet.

Pork jerky is meat, yes, but it's very dry and has a salty taste, which can't compare to fresh meat.

When Boss Zhao saw Ye Kong coming, he glanced up at him slightly, as if he had expected Ye Kong to come back, and his tone was unwavering: "Today, the hunter team hit this little sparrow, I took 2,000 yuan, try it." ”

"Sparrows?" Ye Kong's tone was slightly surprised.

"Of course it's a sparrow, the sparrow in the Black Blood Forest is so big, and the chicken is the size of rhubarb." Boss Zhao said with a smile.

Rhubarb is actually a small puppy, but it is not small, about the same as an adult pastoral dog on earth.

"It's almost cooked, I'll go find the pot." The little fat man was very greedy and ran to the house to get the pot.

"I'm going to pluck some shallots." Boss Zhao got up as he said and walked towards the yard.

The father and son have a very tacit understanding.

Ye Kong followed behind Boss Zhao and asked respectfully, "My nephew still has something I don't understand, and I want to ask Uncle Zhao to solve my doubts." ”

"I don't know." Boss Zhao shook his head and decisively refused, repulsing this question.

Ye Kong stood behind him stupidly, watching him pluck the onions, his emaciated figure, in the noon sun, the shadow turned into a bamboo pole.

At this time, Zhao Fugui's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Rhubarb! Shut up! ”

Zhao Fugui shook the pot in his hand and yelled at the rhubarb.

Ye Kong turned around and saw that the rhubarb had flowed all over the ground, and the dog's head had already come to the front of the roast chicken.

"Whatever you dare to do to that roasted sparrow, I will dare to do to you!" Zhao Fugui, who ran over in a hurry, deliberately raised the pot in his hand.

Rhubarb turned his head to look at Zhao Fugui, and then naturally stretched out his tongue and licked the sparrow's buttocks.