Obliterate. ”

Seeing these two words, Mo Fan's whole body was cold and sweaty, and his heart trembled.

He still didn't know what was going on, but he could feel as if something was tied to him.

It's just that he doesn't quite want to believe all this in his heart.

After all, the words on the back of the waist card are really appalling.

Necromancy, quests, unjust souls, corpse golems, soul points, soul disks, and finally obliteration, these are things that cannot be written in rumored biographies.

Now it appears on a palm-sized waist card.

Under the beast oil lamp, Mo Fan's sword-sharp eyebrows became bent for the first time.

He was wondering if the words on the back of the waist card were true or false.

If it is true, he must complete the above two tasks within ten days, otherwise the soul will be divided into zero, and he will be wiped out.

If it is false, what is the change of this waist card, and what is the explanation of what he experienced just now.

And time passed slowly in this way, the night was getting deeper and deeper, and the flickering animal oil lamp did not know when it burned out life.

The already dark night has become even more like an abyss of lovers.

I can't see it all the way, I hear it like a monster lurking in it, and I smell the smell of death in the surroundings.

In the dark, in the wing room where the needles could be heard, Mo Fan was still sitting quietly at the willow table.

It's just that at this moment, he is sweating like rain, and his clothes are as if they have just been fished out of the water, and they are all soaked.

Because just as the lights went out, there was a sudden cry in the wind that was gradually rising outside.

Whining......

Listening to the voice is a woman, crisp and clear, Fanghua should be in her early twenties.

It's just that this cry is a little strange, far and near, and it seems to be outside the door when you hear it, but when you listen carefully, it seems to be far away.

The most important thing is that this cry is very peculiar, not the kind of cry of the dead, nor the kind of sadness that has grievances in the heart.

It howls like a lone wolf looking up at the moon at midnight.

It's lonely, it's lonely, it's like a call.

The crying continued intermittently for a long time, and it was originally far and near, but when the bright moon in the sky fell a few minutes.

The crying stopped abruptly.

However, in the moonlight, through the window, Mo Fan saw a figure suddenly appear outside the wing.

Seeing this figure, sitting in front of the willow table, he didn't dare to take a breath.

The change in the waist card had made him already scared, and even more so now.

He didn't know whether the figure outside the door was a human or a rumored ghost who sucked people's yang energy and ate human flesh and blood.

If the former came to the Soul Temple late at night, there was a chance that those people would have sent him to kill him.

If it was the latter, he didn't think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

Time passed, and there was about a stick of incense, and the figure that had been standing outside the house suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Mo Fan, who was sitting at the willow table, breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could relax, a voice suddenly came from outside the Soul Temple, "Help!" ”

Hearing the cry for help, he pulled out the long knife on the table, got up and came to the door, wanting to go out to save people.

It's just that when his hand was on the latch, what Uncle Xiao said to him suddenly appeared in his mind.

"No matter what happens outside the house at night, even if someone knocks on the door, someone asks for help, or something else, don't pay attention to it, and you can't go out of your house rashly."

Thinking of Uncle Xiao's words, and thinking of the previous cry, Mo Fan was in a cold sweat and was afraid for a while, and he almost fell for it.

It's strange to say, the sound of help coming from outside the Soul Temple was silent after only one shout.

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, but there was indeed no sound.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he stepped back to the table and sat down, his mind was in chaos.

Originally, I thought that the rumored ghosts were the scary things that people imagined for themselves, but now it seems that these things may be real.

Coupled with the changes in the soul card and the words on the soul card, he had to believe that there was indeed something unknown in this world.

Otherwise, why would the inner city prohibit ordinary people from going out of the walls and climbing the walls?

He had asked his parents who had walked out of the wall and returned safely what the world was like beyond the walls.

Mother didn't reply to him, and his father, who had always been in a state of chaos when the world collapsed in front of him, said with a hint of trembling in his tone at that time.

"If there's hell in this world, it's outside the walls."

Although he still didn't understand the meaning of the sentence until now, he was sure that his parents must have seen such things as ghosts.

When I think of my parents, I don't know if they are still alive now.

It's been three years, it's been three years.

No one dares to report the hope of life, only he still has an obsession in his heart.

Random thoughts linger in my mind, in the dark, sometimes I think of the soul card, and sometimes I think of ghosts, and sometimes my eyes blink, and my parents seem to be right in front of me.

The night passed quietly, not hearing the cry or the cry for help, nor seeing the figure appear.

In front of the willow table, Mo Fan, who was holding a long knife, looked at the white belly sky outside the window, his mind was still in chaos, he had no sleep all night, but there was still no trace of sleepiness.

Ay!

In the cool morning, I sighed a breath of turbidity, and my chaotic mind cleared up a little.

Not sleepy, he set his sights on the waist card again.

The words are still those handwritings, but the mentality of looking at him again is no longer as fearful as before.

Carefully observing the words on the back of the waist card, his eyes touched the soul disk, and his aura suddenly flashed.

If the words on the waist card are true, then this soul disk can rotate, if everything is fictitious, otherwise the soul disk will not rotate.

Raising his left index finger and thumb to stroke his chin, his eyebrows frowning slightly, now he wants to verify how to activate this soul disk.

I went back and carefully studied the text on it, and found that it was necessary to consume ten soul points to activate, and it happened that the waist card said that he now had ten soul points.

I silently recited a sentence of "soul plate" in my heart, and I saw that the soul word on the front of the waist card turned blood-colored, and then the words on the back disappeared, and then a circle center turntable appeared.

The turntable is divided into three, and there are three options, which are the primary fire talisman making technique, the primary strength potion secret recipe, and the primary fist method.

Leng watched as the waist card changed again, looking at the turntable above and the three options inside.

Mo Fan smiled bitterly, it turned out that everything that happened was true.

There was no turning back, so he had to go on hard.

After reciting a sentence silently in his heart, the soul needle on the turntable suddenly spun rapidly without any warning.

Watching the spinning soul needle go through the three options at a rapid pace, his heart was unusually nervous.

He didn't know which of the three options was good or bad, and if he could choose it, he wanted to get that boxing technique.

has a skill and technique, and no matter whether he faces people, beasts or ghosts in the future, he will at least have a trace of confidence to save his life.

You must know that the moves and exercises of fists, feet, swords, and swords are all secrets in Scarlet Cloud City, except for those children of the inner city, the only way that others want to learn is to officially become a member of the Demon Hunting Army.

Otherwise, you can only create your own, but if you want to find out the exercises by yourself, it is difficult, and it is difficult to reach the sky.

Because those moves and exercises created by ordinary people are all showmanships without actual combat power.

And the real moves, one punch and one kick, one stab and one hurdle, the moves are all with killing intent, and a boulder can be broken from a distance of more than ten meters.

So of the three things in the soul plate, the one he likes the most is the boxing method.

Tightened his eyebrows, looked at the soul needle that was still spinning rapidly, and silently said in his heart, "Stop." ”

At this time, I saw that the rapid rotation of the soul needle slowly lowered its speed, and finally the tip of the needle stopped at the box of the night secret recipe of the primary strength medicine.

Ay!

Looking at the soul needle, Mo Fan couldn't help but sigh, the sky is not as he wished!

The last thing he wanted among the three options was this secret recipe for primary strength potions, because how to improve his strength, in the two years he spent in the Demon Hunting Legion Reserve Camp, in addition to endurance and speed, the rest of his time was to exercise strength.

It backfired, and even if he didn't want it, he had to accept it.

And just after the soul needle stopped, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind about the materials needed to make the power potion and how it was formed.

Seeing this situation, Mo Fan's face was confused, and he thought that the things on the soul plate appeared on the back of the waist card in writing.

Who would have thought that such a good man would be directly insinuated in his mind.

Determined, closing his eyes and feeling what was in his mind, he was taken aback.

However, just as he was delving deeper, there was a sudden commotion outside the Soul Temple, and then he heard a woman crying.

"Xiuyi, you died so miserably."