What exactly is the formation of white fog?

Li Qingyuan lay on the bed and thought hard. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, he thought that those white mist were legendary ghosts, but he was taught to be a man by the grimace in the pond.

And today, He Xiaoxue had that kind of white mist from his body, which made him think.

Could it be that that white fog is the so-called anger?

Ever since he could see these supernatural things, he often had nothing to do and mixed up with all kinds of chattering forums and post bars, although he knew that there would definitely be no real masters in them, but it could be regarded as opening up countless brain holes for him.

He Xiaoxue is alive and well, and she can even run out just now, which can prove that those white mist can definitely not be souls, so it can only be understood as angry.

I just don't know if there will be any effect on normal people after being absorbed and getting angry!

However, he turned his head to look at Yang Fatman, who was shouting and yelling happily, and felt that he should be too worried.

The first white mist he absorbed was taken above Yang Fatzi's head, and after so many days, Yang Fatzi is still alive and kicking.

Besides, that little Nizi made him lose such a big person, even if there are any bad symptoms, she can only be regarded as deserved.

It is imperative to study the use of this scripture first.

Although he used the function of the white mist to get a lot of money in Wang Yuankun's place yesterday, it is not always a way to sit and eat empty, and it is impossible to go to someone else to get it without money.

Considering the risks and consequences of taking money, this kind of thing is okay occasionally, and if you do it every day, it would be too expensive for him to become a thief if he wants to become a thief.

What's more, now that people go out with their cards, who can carry so much cash on their bodies? Not everyone is a young master Wang, and he didn't blink an eye when he dropped a wallet worth tens of thousands.

Now through control, you can move a pen or something in the air, but that speed is about the same as an old lady walking, relying on this skill to pick up things, unless the other party is blind.

'If only there was a roulette machine!' He lay on the bed and remembered.

In all the movies about gambling, the big casinos have that kind of huge roulette machine, which is divided into 36 numbers, and everyone presses the number separately, and then the ball in the center falls on that number, and the person who wins it can get a huge return.

With the special abilities he has now, it's best to play that to make money, but it's a pity.

One: Here in Guangnan, it seems that I have not heard of any large-scale casinos, after all, today's policy, unless you go abroad, it is basically difficult to find that kind of regular casino in China.

Two: Even if there is that kind of regular casino, he doesn't dare to go! After all, as long as you have watched a few gangster movies, you will know that those who dare to open casinos, there must be no one who is soft-hearted, and for him who has no self-defense ability at all, he is afraid that he will have a life to earn and a life!

If only I could control that grimace at the bottom of the lake. Li Qingyuan muttered to himself, since the grimace under the pond scared him half to death, now he is walking around the lake.

Fortunately, it seems that the grimace is unwilling to leave the pond for some special reason, and one person and one ghost are now guarding their respective territories, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.

So far, that ghost mask can be regarded as the first fierce ghost he has encountered, although he doesn't know how powerful it is, judging from its appearance, it is much more fierce than the white mist at hand.

The wish is beautiful, the reality is cruel, and before he interprets the "Yin Yang Ghost Sutra" in his arms, he will not go to the uncomfortable face of that grimace no matter what.

Taking out the scripture book from his arms, Li Qingyuan looked at the words inside like a ghost drawing a talisman and was a little annoyed.

These days, he also used to write a few words on it and ask the old professor who taught ancient literature, but even the old guy who was known as the old man of the country could barely recognize two words, and then he was very curious to ask him about the origin of these words.

Frightened, he quickly used the Great Method of Urine Escape to escape, and never dared to discuss it privately with the old scholar again, after all, this scripture is not visible.

As for scanning out the fonts in the scriptures and posting them on the Internet to find someone to identify them, he hadn't thought of this method, but since he saw the old professor's crazy performance, this idea was immediately thrown out of the clouds.

Since he was able to discover this "Yin Yang Ghost Sutra" from his grandfather's relics, then it proves that the so-called ancient legend is not a legend at all, although he has not met anyone with special abilities so far, but who can guarantee that this kind of person will not be there?

The old professor is in his seventies, and it obviously doesn't seem to have superpowers, he can still fool this kind of person, what if he puts the scriptures on the Internet and is recognized by those who know the goods?

Li Qingyuan doesn't think that anyone who can have special abilities will be as waste as himself, and as long as he finds his real address, he will not let others rub it flat.

When he thought of the tragic characters in Xianxia novels who were brutally persecuted and couldn't even die, he was struck by a thrill.

Even if it is definitely much slower to explore by yourself than to ask someone, but for the safety of your life, safety comes first!

Stretched out his hand and touched the words on the book, this "Yin Yang Ghost Sutra" is extremely thin, only a few pages, and every word on it is like a book from heaven, adding up to an estimated three or five hundred words, and among the words that day he gave to Professor Xu to recognize, he happened to know two.

One is 'attached' and the other is 'returned'.

Originally, yesterday it was like testing the effect of these two words, but it was interrupted by Wang Yuankun's matter, and there has been no level test until now.

Now that Zhao Zijian and Huang Wenliang have gone out to play, Yang Fatzi continues his great cause of pushing towers, for the time being, no one should come to disturb him, it is better to experiment first.

Li Qingyuan touched the scriptures and read them silently.

'Attached'

In an instant, the whole person felt floating, as if weightless, and the whole head was muddy, as if he had done ten or eight roller coasters in a row.

'Vomit' He grew his mouth and wanted to vomit, but found that he was floating in the air.

Li Qingyuan, who was inexplicably surprised, hurriedly looked carefully, and saw that below, his body was lying on the bed, as if he was asleep.

Out-of-body!