After staring at the darkness for a long time, Nobu suddenly turned and ran to the window.

As he ran towards the window, I quickly glanced out of the window, and beyond the empty lattice, I could see the pillar standing in the middle of the city.

Great view, good opportunity!

At the moment when Nobu grabbed the window edge with both hands, I quickly took out the ghost candle, drew a little yin qi from it, and injected it into Nobu's meridians.

But any living person has the instinct to tend to the yang and avoid the yin, Norbu has no cultivation, once he is invaded by the yin qi, he will feel cold and tight, and the hair on his back is upside down, plus since the opening of the fourth spiritual sense, there is a little more ghost energy in my mental power, when this breath and yin qi are mixed and act on the same person, it will give birth to an extremely primitive emotion.

This emotion is called fear.

So the moment he saw the base pillar, Norbu couldn't help but shiver, he instantly cooled from the back of his neck to the back of his heels, and fear also floated in his heart at the same time.

Of course, I knew that the fear in his heart was created by me.

But in his eyes, it was Jizhu who brought him this inexplicable fear.

People always believe more in the "truth" seen by the naked eye.

Nobu couldn't figure out at first why the pillar of the foundation had frightened him, why it had stood in the middle of the city for so long, and why it had been different today.

Holding back his fear, he stared at the pillar for a long moment of thought, then quickly turned his gaze to look deeper into the hallway again.

The moment he turned around, I pulled out the yin qi and mental power in his body.

Looking at the deep corridor, Nobu's mind calmed down.

This calm only lasted for a short time, and soon, a strong feeling of resistance rose in his heart.

I didn't hesitate, and injected yin qi and telekinesis into him again.

Sure enough, he resisted because he was determined to move his gaze out of the window again, and at this time his gaze fell on the pillar again, and that inexplicable sense of fear resurfaced in his heart.

Nobu held back his fears and stared at the pillars, as if he wanted to overcome them in this way.

Unfortunately he failed, and two minutes later he was defeated, sighed, and sat down on the ground like a deflated ball.

I withdrew the yin qi that was entrenched in him, so that he was no longer afraid.

The strange thing is that after the yin qi was removed, the fear that entrenched in his heart still did not disappear.

This fear was not shaped by me with yin qi, this fear came from his own thoughts.

I didn't make any extra moves, just stood quietly and waited.

I don't know how long it took, but Norbu suddenly said to himself: "God, what kind of momentum do you want to give me, do you want to tell me that you have become a ...... Is the last thing we want to see? ”

His words are not very easy to interpret, and if I were to interpret them, I would probably think that Nobu now thinks that the King in Yellow has become a demon, but this interpretation is highly subjective and the accuracy is questionable.

But I don't really care what he thinks now, because my goal has been achieved.

Now, I had built up in his heart that there was something very dangerous, very frightening lurking in the pillar.

By extension, what was once a holy place has now become a place to be feared.

The next thing I'm going to do is to reinforce this thought and lead Nobu to the final "answer".

I took out a cinnabar box with a relatively large capacity from my backpack, and then condensed my mental power, and used the technique of walking yin to blow this mental power to Nobu.

Walking yin was originally a technique used to connect yin and yang, and when I blew it like this, Nobu's three souls and seven spirits all trembled in an instant.

When the soul trembles slightly, it will give people goosebumps all over their bodies, but the overall feeling is not uncomfortable.

It's like sometimes you suddenly hear a song that can move you, see an article that can move you, or a picture that makes people feel extremely warm, like a light electric spark hitting your back, making you instantly get goosebumps all over your body, that is actually a manifestation of soul shock.

Soul singers are called soul singers not only because they sing with their souls, but also because their singing voices can often shake your soul.

This is the charm of art, but also the charm of the soul.

Norbu's feeling at this moment was like hearing a song that could move him very much, and in an instant, the whole person was inexplicably moved.

He leaned against the wall and slowly stood up.

I took a step forward and sprinkled small wisps of cinnabar on the ground.

When a person is moved, it is when he is most easily guided.

Seeing the cinnabar on the ground, Norbu did not hesitate at all, and immediately took a step and came over.

I also took a step, and as I walked towards the staircase, I sprinkled cinnabar on the ground, and the fine cinnabar grains slowly fell on the ground, forming a red line with my steps, and Nobu followed this line closely behind me.

I've been around the city a few times before, and although the roads in this underground city are complicated, I've had a good idea of the streets and alleys of the city thanks to the star's needle pointing out the direction.

As soon as I had left the ship's hall, I followed the untouched paths due east, and Nobu followed me, keeping his eyes on the line that stretched on the ground, sometimes red in the light of the streetlights, sometimes stained by the green of the air.

Half an hour later, I took Nobu to a square in the east of the city.

When I was walking around the city, I noticed that not only was there no one in this square, which was the size of two football fields, but there were no shops or houses around the square, only a few old-fashioned attics with sealed doors.

In the center of the square, a charred stone pillar stands.

I took Nobu to the stone pillar and put away the cinnabar box.

Seeing that the red thread on the ground was suddenly broken, Nobu looked up at the stone pillar and muttered, "God, what kind of revelation do you want to give me?" ”

I do want to give him some revelation, but I'm not God.

As Norbu was looking at the stone pillar, I came to his side and injected my mind, yin, and spirit into him again, and this time, I used the technique of conjuring spirits.

Among the ancient arts of the Human Sect, the number of soul conjugations is the most eerie, so much so that I have always had prejudices about such a technique, so I almost never use it.

The greatest use of the art of conjuring spirits is not to lure ghosts, but to project all kinds of illusions in people's hearts by manipulating the souls of living people.

The illusion brought about by speech is concrete and uncontrollable.

The illusion of the conjuring is controllable, but not concrete.