For Sunday, he has his own ideas. Zhou Tian is like a green fruit, but it is sour and tasteless. He is like a gardener, growing a ripe and bright red fruit.

"If that's the case, but you should understand that it's not easy to remember a mysterious person, be careful and steal chickens and rice." Lin Shiyin issued a warning.

"The ordinary spirit is declining, unable to absorb the memories of mysterious people about mysterious knowledge, and each mysterious person will impose a unique mysterious blockade on these memories, what are you going to do?"

"I know that I will not go to see him once, I have a seed falling in him, and with this fallen seed I will unconsciously absorb it in his soul and constantly strengthen the power of the fallen soul. After I have fully mastered the memory, I will absorb it all at once. Lin Chen explained to Lin Shiyin.

The premise, he said, is that everything should not be noticed before Sunday, and once it is noticed before Sunday, the success rate will be greatly reduced.

When Lin Chen strengthened the power of spiritual regeneration, he also had to pay attention to the rhythm so as not to arouse Sunday's vigilance, which was like adding a grain of sand to a person's body.

It takes a long time, not just a year or two: "I understand, when I want, go back and get it, remember one thing."

"Don't underestimate anyone." Lin Shiyin warned again.

The eyes of the bloody corpse gradually crept up bloodshots, and soon turned red, sinking into the shadows on the ground, and vanished.

Lin Chen listened to Lin Shiyin's warning, and he knew that anything was possible.

When Lin Chen calculates Sundays, there will be no accidents during this time, and sometimes, plans can't keep up with changes.

He watched silently as the shadow reacted to some kind of rule, pondering, refining his plan little by little.

Lin Chen's plan is very black-hearted, he not only asked Zhou Tian to help him solve feng shui problems and arrange feng shui battles, but also secretly calculated his feng shui achievements in Zhou Tian, he was like a black-hearted boss, constantly squeezing Zhou Tian's value.

Step by step to the basement, the basement was full of smoke and some dim, there were many candles on the ground, they gave off different smells, all kinds of smoke came out of the burning red incense.

On the chest, two dolls lay on the table, all painted with strange runes, and smoke poured into the dolls' facial features.

Around the doll stood several bone pillars, small, pale pillars with enchantments carved on them, very small and far from the oracle bone script.

There is a groove at the top of the bone column, the red line is wrapped and extends outward, the red line is connected to the bone column, forming a form, and the pale red canopy glistens on the red line, suddenly forming a drop of red, clear liquid, as if pulled down by gravity.

The liquid dripped like life on the doll, wriggling and forming a miniature form that entered the doll's body without any traces.

At intervals of about once an hour, Lin Chen took out a copper basin and placed it on the ground, and some bottles and jars were taken out of the wooden shelves and opened one by one, some of which fell into the copper basin.

Three brown scorpions, tail needles flashing blue, not bright, two drops of corpse oil with the smell of decay, one purple sunflower with dew, ten grams of refined bone meal.

There was a sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, up and down, and when Lin Chen did this, Ai Wei took a plate of half-finished negative water, walked to the basement, and came to him.

Inside, Lin Chen took out the powder and patted the drum surface with his hand, making a deep drum sound, chanting a mantra in his mouth.

The water in the copper basin was spinning, not too fast, and a cloud of ash rose nearby, mixing with the smoke from the basement. With one click, the scorpion begins to melt.

The copper basin was constantly changing, and Ai Wei was beside him, quietly picking up bottles and jars on the ground and putting them back on the wooden shelves.

Three hours later, after Lin Chen's refinement, the items in the copper basin turned into a viscous, semi-solidified liquid, emitting a fragrance that shook people's spirits, and even the smell of the original incense candles in the basement could not be concealed.

In the corner of the wall, Lin Chen picked up a large brush less than a meter high, similar to a square master, and practiced writing in the square.

Place your pen on it.

It's like a picture, a shallow one, a deep one, a footstep pattern of handwriting.

Lin Chen looked down at the quartz watch on his wrist, another busy night.

He stood up, turned his head, and looked at the wooden table on the side. That table was a confined ghost platform, and there was a similar situation nearby, which tightly locked the ghost's landing, emitting a wisp of air accompanied by mysterious fluctuations.

This breath is a bit dark, unlike other breaths, it has a vague feeling, but a cold and heavy breath.

The black yin snake coiled around the table, spitting out the snake letter, as if swallowing something, the snake's body kept wriggling, and the body was a little numb, as if it was about to molt.

Not only did the Black Snake suck the power of the Ghost, the Bloodline, but the fate of the White Snake on the side did the same.

Lin Chen calmed down and felt his fate carefully, and in an instant, an indescribable sense of pleasure surged into his heart.

It was so good, the indescribable sensation made his body feel light and exciting.

After a while, he finally got used to the feeling, and he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a cloudy breath.

"It feels so good." It's so exciting. Lin Chen said to himself.

He walked up the stairs and out of the basement to the hall, where he could feel the sunlight and warmth through the window.

Under the sunlight, Lin Chen's body would produce a tiny distorted light, which seemed to dispel the cold of the basement.

First, he washed the stains on his body, changed his clothes before going out, sat in the car, and came to Akihito Middle School.

By the time he arrived at Akihito High School, it was almost time for class.

Ignoring the hawkers' shouting, he followed the crowd into the school gate and came to the long-missed secondary classroom, where he heard the laughter and walked to the last seat and sat down.

"What have you been doing all this time? Could it be that your illness is getting worse and worse, so that you haven't come to class for so long, if it weren't for your illness, I would have envied you to death. ”

When he saw Lin Chen's arrival, his face showed a trace of concern, suspicion, and jealousy, intertwined.

"Hahaha, luckily, I didn't die." Lin Chen replied.

He didn't tell anyone about the recovery of drowsiness, which was a good excuse for absenteeism.

When Lin Chen appeared in the classroom, many students in the classroom stared at him for a while.

Soon after, a female teacher wearing a knee-length dress, thick stockings and a flat jacket, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a mole on the corner of her mouth came to the classroom from a far away office.

Look at her age, she is in her twenties, she stood on the podium, put down the book, looked around at the students below, and came to Lin Chen's position, a little surprised.

He was here, this was her first thought, when she took over as the head teacher of the second class, she received some instructions from the principal, and the student Lin Chen made a deep impression on her.

Not only because the headmaster hinted at taking more care of this student, but also because of the sleepy illness that she suffered from in her youth, an unusual illness that made it impossible for her good nature not to pay attention to him.

After class, let me get to know him again. We can't afford to delay class, she thought.

When the class began, Lin Chenqiang listened actively for a while, but he couldn't hold on for long, and his head seemed to be filled with a stone.

At the end of the day, no matter how long he has passed, he is still a dregs of learning, and the essence of his life has never been changed by external forces for decades.

Sitting next to the chubby little pier, the momentum was amazing, and I looked like a good student and listened carefully to the class.

"This is our new head teacher, Lin Chen, how is it? It's beautiful, it's much more beautiful than the previous homeroom teacher, and in my opinion, the teacher is talented and in good shape, which makes people listen to her more energetically. He looked sideways at Lin Chen and whispered.

The bell rang, "Are you okay, Lin Chen" and went to the office with the teacher. Liddy walked up to Linley and said.

Lin Chen was stunned, some of them couldn't understand the new teacher's words, after all, the school told them that all the teachers in the second class ignored his existence.

What's wrong with me?