In a remote warehouse on the edge of the city, Hu Kaikang carefully inspected the concentric circles with white lines drawn horizontally and diagonally on the ground, correcting the deviations bit by bit, and his mental concentration was enough to surprise the teachers and classmates who were accustomed to his stubborn performance at school. But this is also a matter of course, even if what he wants to do at the moment is nothing more than low-level magic, the consequences of failing are by no means comparable to those of screwing up the exam.

After checking it correctly, Hu Kaikang couldn't help but take out a thin parchment roll from his arms and recheck the whole process. Although he has memorized the above content by heart, and it is not the first time to perform this ritual, if he does not read it again before starting, he always feels unsure.

In front of him were scattered some materials needed for spells, more than a dozen white ashes, a half-solidified pot of brownish-yellow mud, and a wild cat that trembled from time to time but was tied up strongly.

This kind of ritual of summoning low-level demons, even newcomers who have just come into contact with extraordinary strength and shallow spiritual power have a certain chance of success, so the materials are not complicated, and the only thing that needs to be processed in advance is that pot of mud. It is a kind of magical material called "muddy mud" in the book, which is made of several kinds of plants and trees, human ashes, grave soil, etc., which grow in damp and dark places, crushed and mixed in a certain proportion, and then added to a basin of well water and left in the dark to clear for several days and a half to solidify.

"According to the method in the book, this time today is the moment when the yin and yang are eliminating, and the last summoning was also carried out in this place, so the location also meets the conditions of the yin land, and there will be no problem." Hu Kaikang's breathing was a little nervous and short, but his face showed an excited flush, and he felt that the intense emotions accumulated in his chest were vigorous and urgent. Placing the candles at equidistant roots, Hu Kaikang took off his clothes and left only a pair of underwear, sat in the middle of the magic array, took out a glass bottle containing gray-black powder, and carefully sucked a handful.

After a while, Hu Kaikang felt a tingling sensation like an electric current, his senses seemed to have turned on a switch and became sensitive and subtle, a little air flow in the confined space swept across the skin and sweat hairs were slightly cold, a few candle wicks burned and crackled slightly in the flames, some creatures crawled in the corner of the warehouse, the regular undulating mechanical beating of the heart in the chest, and the blood in the body continued to surge in the large blood vessels, opening the door to consciousness with the gradual onset of medicinal power. All kinds of information that would normally be ignored poured into his mind one by one.

As his senses became sensitive, his mind became dazed and focused, constantly recalling the conflicts that had occurred that day. For ordinary people, a few days have long blurred the details of the day and calmed the negative emotions of that conflict. But at this moment, Hu Kaikang is as if he is there, as if he has returned to that time a few days ago, and the conflict of that day is clearly repeated over and over again in his mind.

Not only that, as Hu Kaikang's meditation deepened, his memory began to be distorted and exaggerated, obviously it was just a small contradiction, but it swelled into a huge shame in the repeated recollection, resentment, disgust, resentment, mania... Under his self-suggestion, all kinds of negative emotions continued to emerge, and all kinds of negative emotions were like fuel, so that the fire of resentment in his heart quickly ignited.

With this as a key, Hu Kaikang felt that the spiritual power that was absent on weekdays became much clearer, as if under the pressure of this intense emotion that exploded like dynamite for a short time, the power hidden in the depths of his soul was squeezed out bit by bit, and the stuffing flowed in his body, and this feeling of full power made him deeply intoxicated and addicted like a drug.

According to the method in the book, Hu Kaikang sat in the magic array and continued to meditate, slowly adjusting his spiritual power fluctuations, sinking his mind deeply into the bottom of consciousness, and letting his spirit communicate with some kind of grand and obscure fluctuations. It is a lower plane called the "Shadow Realm", according to the explanation in the book, this is a different space attached to the real material world, with rules and strange powers that are completely different from reality, and a lot of magic is achieved through the connection with this mysterious space.

In the dimly lit warehouse, the faint flame of the fireflies danced in the crackling sound, illuminating Hu Kaikang's face with his eyes closed, gradually slowing down according to the changing hideous expression on his face, and finally freezing into a pale and stiff resentment, like a poorly made mask. At the same time, the closed warehouse began to permeate a strange smell, which was completely different from the daily smell, and it was impossible to tell whether it was fragrant or smelly, and it was impossible to determine whether it existed, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

At the edge of the faint candlelight, the dim shadows changed with the dancing of the candle flame, and a little farther away, the deeper darkness seemed to be calm and squirming, giving people a strange sense of contradiction.

Hu Kaikang, who was immersed in meditation, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a faint touch that seemed to be fluffy gently rubbing against his back spine spread all over his body, and at the same time, a fine chirping and rustling auditory hallucinations sounded in his ears, like the chirping of autumn insects, and like dripping water in a cave, he was immediately relieved after having a successful spell casting experience, and finally succeeded in reaching a certain degree of connection with the shadow world, although it was only a gap.

At this point, the magic is halfway through, and the next step is to torture and kill the sacrifices prepared in advance, using the pain and resentment of the sacrifice's dying as bait to attract creatures from the Nether Realm - since this spell only summons a low-level creature in the Nether Realm that is similar to a mouse in reality, it is enough to use small creatures of the size of cats and dogs, and if you want to summon more powerful and terrifying creatures, you need to sacrifice cows, sheep and even humans alive.

Knowing that the time of connection was short, Hu Kaikang quickly grabbed the bound wild cat, ignoring its frightened struggle, and skillfully tortured and killed with an expressionless face, and suddenly the terrible and painful cat meow echoed in the enclosed space, and a moment later, a bloody and skinned cat corpse with a steaming hot air appeared in the magic array, a short knife was inserted between the cat's round eyes, and the miserable wail of the wild cat before death seemed to be frozen in the magic array and echoed.

At the same time that Hu Kaikang was fully engaged in this strange and bloody ritual, a certain part of the wall behind him suddenly rippled like the surface of the water, and the wall about the size of a fist quietly protruded, and two small eyes opened on it, blinking lightly, carefully watching his every move.

Suddenly, a cold and slippery but intangible and textureless feeling slid into Hu Kaikang's body, constantly absorbing the heat in his body, and suddenly the temperature of his body dropped by a few points, and for a while his face turned pale, but he showed a happy smile.

"It worked!"

The shadow world is different from the real material world, it is a different space that is closer to the spiritual or spiritual world, most of the creatures in it are imaginary, and there is no entity after entering the real world, those powerful shadow world creatures are fine, but the low-level shadow creatures summoned in this spell cannot be maintained at all, so it is necessary to use the "muddy mud" prepared before as the raw material for this creature. In this process, the caster is the medium through which the shadow creature enters reality, maintaining a connection with the shadow world during the meditation process, allowing the summoned shadow creature to descend into its own spirit, enter reality through a birth process and attach itself to the mud.

Although this is not some high-level magic, and the summoned demon envoy does not have any special powers, to the unsuspecting ordinary person, such a nimble and intelligent demon is already a terrible threat, especially when they don't know that it is watching them maliciously in the shadows.

Whew, whew!

The short breath was like a bellows, Hu Kaikang seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, his ten fingers grasped the ground and forced him to endure, and a thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Half an hour later, he snorted, his tense body relaxed, but the pot of mud in front of him began to tumble violently, and after a few moments, part of the mud solidified into a strange and ugly creature.

"Hmph, hahahahaha——!"

Looking at the demon in front of him, Hu Kaikang laughed wildly with pathological excitement, his eyes were full of arrogance and bloodthirsty pleasure: "Next, the ignorant slut who dares to beat me, and the damned man, welcome your tragic and painful fate!" ”

For a moment, the warehouse was full of gnashing laughter.

"People who look down on me and offend me all have to have this kind of end, hahahaha!"