Zhang Ran looked at the ancient jade in his hand in a daze, counting the days, it was time for the little ghost he raised to break out of the shell.

These days, he has been watering with human blood every day, and he can clearly perceive that the aura inside has gradually become stronger.

From the warm and pale yellow surface of the ancient jade, it can be clearly seen that there is a white shadow inside, swimming slowly inside.

It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the yin qi is at its heaviest, and it is an auspicious time.

Zhang Ran put Gu Yu a step in front of him, sat down cross-legged, activated his true qi, and forced out a drop of blood from his fingertips and dripped it on it.

The blood gradually spread over the ancient jade, turning into a film that enveloped the jade.

The original yellow-white jade has turned into a blood-colored shape, and if you look at it directly, it will convey a sense of evil and blood.

This technique of detaining souls and cultivating ghosts is an extremely evil method, taking people's essence and blood and refining people's souls.

Seeing that the first step was completed, Zhang Ran pinched the magic trick in his hand, and with his movements, a treacherous aura rose up, filling the entire room.

Yin energy gathers, and evil spirits arise suddenly.

An invisible whirlpool appeared in mid-air, hooking all the yin qi within a radius of a kilometer, converging over.

Immediately, Zhang Ran let out a soft cry from his mouth, and the yin qi gathered in mid-air condensed into a thin needle from the center of the whirlpool, stabbing straight at Gu Yu.

Click!

With a soft sound, the ancient jade split into eight petals, and a white shadow emerged from it, floating in the air.

The white shadow was stunned at first, but then he was surprised, turned into a long tooth and claw, and pounced towards Zhang Ran.

"Look for death." A ray of cold light flashed in Zhang Ran's eyes, and his divine consciousness turned into thousands of thin needle thorns, stabbing towards the little ghost.

"Squeak, wow!"

The ghost's cry was like a fingernail scratching a blackboard, sharp and piercing, straight through the eardrum, into the auditory nerve, and it shook the roots of his ears.

"Don't make a noise!" Zhang Ran scolded in a low voice, even if the little ghost was tortured, he covered his mouth and didn't dare to make any sound.

Only then did the little imp realize that he really couldn't afford to mess with this person.

He was very familiar with Zhang Ran's divine sense, seventy-seven forty-nine days and nights, every once in a while, this person would use his divine sense to condense into a torture instrument and torture him.

The pain that penetrates deep into his soul is what he endures all the time. Just now I was just out of the cage, and I was too excited, so I pounced invisibly.

Its shallow intellect can't think, but it knows that it can't provoke the person in front of it, otherwise it will end up very tragically!

Zhang Ran did that before, and it was for this reason that the little ghost remembered himself and feared himself, so that he could manipulate it in this way.

Because, his method of raising ghosts is not quite the same as the orthodox one.

The orthodox ghost raising is watered day by day with his own heart's blood, so that after forty-nine days, the two have the same mind, and they are manipulated like an arm.

And Zhang Ran felt sorry for his own blood, just took some monster blood, pig and dog blood to raise, although the little ghost can grow, but there is no such effect.

For now, though, it's working.

Zhang Ran nodded with satisfaction, and the little ghost was floating quietly on the side at this time, not daring to breathe, and not daring to make any movements.

This little ghost is still in the first stage, with no form, no quality, just a faint white shadow.

"Attack me, show me what you're capable of." Zhang Ran lightly gave an order with his divine sense.

The little ghost still cowered, and through his divine sense, Zhang Ran noticed a little hesitation.

"It seems that the previous training was a bit too harsh for it to do anything to me."

Zhang Ran thought helplessly.

"Let me see how powerful you are." He thought for a moment and changed the way he tested, "Lift that bed!" ”

The imp flew over quickly and dragged the bed into the air, very easily.

Zhang Ran paced over and gently pressed a finger on it, exerting a little pressure.

300kg, it's easy.

500kg, nothing has changed.

1500kg, Zhang Ran suddenly exerted his strength, increased several times, and suddenly he saw the little ghost shake violently, but he still held on.

2500kg！

Boom! The little ghost was directly pressed under the bed by one of his fingers, and he couldn't break free.

"Well, the power is around 2000kg." Zhang Ran let go of his fingers and frowned, this strength was a little too low.

You must know that his current strength, if he explodes with all his strength, he can reach about 30 tons without using martial arts, which is more than ten times that of this little ghost.

That is, in terms of strength, this imp is of little use.

Zhang Ran shook his head slightly and said, "Show your illusion ability." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Ran, who was originally in the room, suddenly found that the surrounding environment had changed greatly and turned into a desert.

The sun was scorching the earth, the yellow sand under my feet was hot, I was extremely thirsty and tired, and I seemed to want to lie down and sleep just like this.

"Is it directly stimulated at the neurological level?" Zhang Ran looked at all this with interest, and this feeling was as if he was really in that environment.

"But it's still a little bit off." He sighed slightly, for from the perception of his divine sense, he could clearly perceive his surroundings without any changes.

In other words, the illusion had no effect on him at all.

In the same way, it is of little use to cultivators who have strong spiritual power, or who have the ability of divine consciousness like him.

Where does this ability of divine consciousness come from?

What exactly is the soul?

If it was before the catastrophe, Zhang Ran would definitely say with great certainty that neither of these two existed!

As a materialist and atheist, he had always scoffed at these things, but current reality told him that they undoubtedly existed.

In previous research, it was found that many abilities were due to certain changes in the body, such as his own lightning ability, and if he could find a way to strengthen these organs, he could become stronger endlessly.

There is no doubt about the existence of consciousness and soul, so what are they based on? Is it a different organ in the mind like those abilities, or is it something else?

Zhang Ran has a headache, graduated from college with a bachelor's degree, and his major is still engineering, so he doesn't have any clue about these.

"Perhaps, I really want to study biology well." Zhang Ran couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If his previous goal was only to become stronger, to protect himself, and to give himself the capital to live in this world.

Now he has initially had the ability to protect himself, and his strength is not the top among the inheritors in the entire world, but it can be regarded as a leader.

And his goal now is to see what the ultimate mystery of this world is, where do these mutations come from, and how far can humans evolve?

Can it really be like in the novel, picking the stars and taking the moon, looking at the eternity, breaking free from the cage, and swimming between heaven and earth?