Until then, almost all the secret techniques I could wield required the help of altars and sacrifices to get what I wanted.

But this eight-character spell only needs me to move my mouth, and a drop of my essence blood, to create such a large amount of energy out of thin air, and even give the gluttonous vitality in the form of a shape, making him a guardian beast controlled by me.

Magical, right? Even I thought it was magical, but for my grandfather, it was just a daily routine.

Under my grandfather's questioning, I could only describe what happened in the basement in detail.

"This thing can ......"

Grandpa listened to me, and the look on his face was wonderful.

He has gone through ups and downs in his life, and there will be moments that can make him feel distracted.

I nodded, "I'm not hallucinating, these things are happening." ”

Then, I told my grandfather about the first two times the black mist was released from the snuffbox, and also told him that the snuffbox was trying to erode my mind, and that I had dealt with it with a colleague from the spirit team, and I told him exactly what happened.

After listening to this, he tried to smoke me again, but in the end he gave up.

"Do you know how much trouble you've gotten into?"

He didn't kill me, in fact, his words were full of helplessness.

"I didn't want you to go down this road in my life, but you did."

He said helplessly, "Do you know what that means? It means that you have been entangled by this evil thing, and even if you throw it away, he will still find you. ”

Grandpa then said, "And you, a colleague, aren't they harming you?" What happens to this kind of thing even if it is handed over to the superiors? Now it's in your hands, and you've been with him anyway... ...... with him."

"And him what?"

"You've been entangled." Grandpa said, "Have you heard of the ghost?" ”

I nodded, shook my head again, and said puzzledly, "This thing has nothing to do with ghosts, right?" The so-called ghost is not just a kind of natural energy, it has no consciousness, and it can't even hurt people, it's just an exaggeration with some storytellers. ”

"I didn't say the contents of this snuffbox were ghosts, just an analogy." Grandpa explained: "In nature, ghosts are indeed just a pure energy body, and they can't hurt people without consciousness, but you may not realize it, what if you can collect these energy bodies? ”

I don't know why, when my grandfather said this, the first thing I thought of was that on the rooftop of Chen Qi's house that day, after all the spirit flags of the melon skin hat were blown away by the heavenly thunder, countless spirits of the dead souls soaked into my body.

Although so far, those revenant souls who have immersed in my body have not shown any repulsive reaction, but Grandpa actually said this today, which proves that this problem still exists.

He said that if he collected all these energy bodies, he was asking me what kind of effect would be achieved.

I shook my head, to be honest, I can't answer this question, if I want to say it, I can only guess.

"Nobody has ever done that, or no one has succeeded in the history of the record."

"Has anyone done that?" I quickly asked rhetorically.

Grandpa nodded, but wasn't quite sure.

"You weren't supposed to know about that, but now that you've said it, it's time for you to find out."

After that, in my confusion, my grandfather opened the box in front of him.

Filled with curiosity, I poked my head out to see what was inside.

But I don't know why, the inside of the box was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, as if it was a trick to close the box until my grandfather took out something.

He then placed the gadget in front of me and motioned for me to take a look.

It's not an unusual thing, it's just a piece of rune paper, but what I care about is what it's about.

In the next second, I recognized the content of the runes on it, which was exactly the same as the set of runes used by Tianquan, although there were only a few characters, I still recognized it.

"It's not ......"

Before I could finish speaking, Grandpa nodded.

"Yes, that's the set of runes you came to me to identify." Grandpa sighed, and then said, "Well, I couldn't tell you the truth at the time, I could only let you go to the black market, and now it's time to tell you." ”

After saying that, Grandpa seemed to be very jealous of this rune, and Noise picked up the rune and said to me, "Look. ”

After saying that, his thumb and index finger were tightly pressed You also said Feng Wenzhi, with a little force, I saw that his fingers oozed red blood, which ...... How is this done?

Before I could recover my senses, my grandfather suddenly took a piece of rune paper and pasted it on the gluttonous wood carving.

Then he threw it directly to the ground, and in the dazzling light, accompanied by a roar, the gluttonous wood carving once again turned into a chaotic form, but this time his body was much smaller, not as big as in the basement, only to my chest, but this was still a giant beast outside.

The glutton, bathed in the stars of chaos, was alive again, but before a moment, with his roar, I noticed that it was once again focused on the snuffbox on the table.

Good guy, even if this guy is unconscious, he is just given life force, and he doesn't have such a long memory, right, is this forgetting how badly he was bullied when he was in the basement?

However, the glutton's interest in the snuffbox did not fade in any way, and he even took a few steps forward, trying to open his mouth, but if the sky was bitten down, my grandfather and I would be hurt.

However, in the face of such a problem, Grandpa dealt with it much more decisively than I did.

He took out the rune paper again, and when the gluttony came over, he stood up directly and pasted it on the glutton's forehead.

Then there was a roar, all of them turned into thousands of unwillingness, chaos gave birth to it, and also devoured it, and finally it turned into a gluttonous wood carving again, and fell to the ground.

Grandpa picked it up, blew the ashes, and carefully placed it on the table.

"Now, do you see it clearly?"

After doing all this, Grandpa cast his gaze on me, who was stunned in place.

To be honest, I don't really know what it just happened is.

Mystical energy? But I have also manipulated this energy, and the problem is back to the original point, back to the problem I threw before, following the law of conservation of energy, where does this power come from?

I nodded in dismay, not knowing what to use to describe my shock.

To say that everything that happened in the basement has broken my three views, and my grandfather's actions just now completely subverted my cognition.

I even wonder what the world I live in, does it ever exist? Philosophical topics like this popped up in my mind almost instantly.

At Grandpa's words, I nodded.

"Now that you've seen it clearly, let's tell me what you think."

"I don't know what it is, mystic? I've never seen one. ”

"I am very relieved that you didn't say that it was an immortal law." Grandpa said with relief: "I have taught you so much, but in fact, I have not taught you many substantive things, but I am repeatedly explaining to you a concept, that is, there are no gods, no demons, no ghosts in this world, those strange things, and the chaos of the gods are all nonsense." ”

"Since it's all nonsense, what the hell was it just now?"

I opened my throat and asked aloud, "How is it possible that a piece of plain rune paper can turn a wooden sculpture into a living thing?" ”

Grandpa didn't answer me directly, but gently picked up the rune paper and handed it to me.

Since it had been used just now, this rune paper was a little worn out, and even the traces on it seemed to have gone through countless years of torture.

I didn't understand, so I shook my head.

"What you see, what you don't know."

Grandpa then said, "Don't you know where this energy comes from? Then I'll tell you, this energy comes from the runes on rune paper, which is the language we know. ”

I still haven't been able to understand, what's wrong with the language of grandpa's words? Does it have anything to do with language?

I'm not a fool, I know the meaning behind Grandpa's words, he wants to speak different languages, he can have different abilities, and the language logic of this set of runes that I haven't figured out yet is a set of more advanced languages.

And this set of higher languages can give us energy that we don't need to obey the law of conservation of energy.

But the question is, why? Without abiding by the law of conservation of energy, and the existence of the world itself is a false existence, it is impossible to say that a set of ordinary linguistic logic can give us great powers.

Think about it, if the set of sets that grandpa cast just now is placed on the battlefield, it will be a magic weapon that will win thousands of miles away.

Grandpa probably knew that I was thinking a lot, so he came up and patted me on the shoulder.

"Zhang Yao, I know that when you first learned this, you would be very confused."

He looked at me and didn't take his eyes off for a moment.

In the end, he said with a lot of charm: "It's the same as when I was young." ”

After saying that, he told me not to worry, and said that I should be told, and from now on, he will tell me.

"Let's start with what you have the most doubts."

Grandpa placed the rune paper on the table, but tapped his fingers on the rune on it.

I'm afraid he'll bring this table to life again, but that's not the case.

"The source of everything is this set of runes, whether it is the use of altar sacrifices, or the eight-character spell I taught you, or the actions I just did, its energy comes from this set of runes."

"And not everyone can control it, and his driver is also inherited by blood, and our old Zhang family is now left with me, you, and ......"

"And your father."