The taboo in the life technique, the power that cannot be used casually, this kind of words from the mouth of me, a great master who can argue with the saint, seems a little strange, but there is indeed this type of taboo in the life art.

"Natology is a spell that can snoop into a person's soul, that is. It's a power that can spy on people's hearts. Because the natal personality is hidden in the soul, the fluctuations of the soul come from the fluctuations of life and the heart. If I could look at the souls of all the people in Shenyang, maybe I would be able to find that twisted soul, and find the chess piece that carried the fate of destroying tens of thousands of people. ”

In room 1502, I whispered.

"You mean, you're going to use life techniques to spy on the souls of everyone in Shenyang? Can this be done? ”

Xun Che was taken aback, not only him, but all the people around him had a surprised expression, in their opinion, such a move was simply unbelievable.

"If you don't give it a try, how do you know you can't do it? I think it should be possible. However, you have to use a forbidden technique in the life technique, and the preliminary preparation will take a long time. Moreover, the risk is also relatively large. ”

I touched my chin and said.

"Risk? What does that mean, exactly? ”

Catboy asked.

I nodded my head and said, "It's a risk from the soul, I am tantamount to using life art to bear the souls of all the people in Shenyang with my own soul, and then the state of every soul, even the dark side of my heart, will pour into my soul." If I can't bear it for a while, my soul may collapse. ”

"Then don't do it."

To my surprise, the person who excitedly stopped me was actually Yuan Wang, who had been sitting in the corner without speaking.

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile, now my soul is stronger than all the souls you've ever seen, and this is currently the fastest way to find the chess pieces that Mao Shun has arranged. I'll write down what I'm going to prepare, so. Time is running out, and you can start preparing. ”

I said with a smile.

Everyone looked at each other, knowing that what I had decided would not change, so no one dissuaded me.

Qin Xuemei returned to her nest, which can really only be described by the word nest, because it is really small here. It's an abandoned meter room on the side of the road, but it's not easy to find such a place, compared to other homeless people who are still wandering outside, and even often sleeping on park benches, this place is still much safer.

When I opened the door, there was nothing inside, not even a pot, and the lock was a circle of wire. Anyway, there is nothing to steal, no one will come here during the day, and at night, the door is locked only for fear of other homeless people coming in.

When the door was closed, it was dark inside. The place is very small, fortunately, there are two tattered bedding that I picked up to keep warm, the place is really small, only two or three square meters, after she closed the door, she sat on the ground, holding the futon.

Just now in the alley, the stranger's words were still echoing in his head.

Destroy this world that is unfair to you. Is it a joke? Or is it a dream?

Reaching out to her hand, the man just now, gently held her hand, and then seemed to transmit some power to her through the palm of his hand.

Just as she was about to unfold her palm, there was a sudden knock on the door in front of her, Qin Xuemei was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted timidly: "Who is it?" ”

"Bang bang!"

The door knocked louder and louder, and it was very urgent, and then there was a strange shout outside: "Hey, get out of here, your house belongs to Lao Tzu, get out of here." ”

On a snowy night, in such a cold night, such an ownerless house has become a dream residence for many homeless people, Qin Xuemei, who was once glad that she was finally lucky because she found such a shelter in winter, was extremely terrified at the moment, if even this place was lost, it would be too unfair.

She huddled in a corner with her tattered futon, her door constantly banging and shouting.

"Ugly woman, get out of here, don't you come out?"

The other party began to kick the door violently, and the wire tied to the deadbolt began to stir, as if it was about to fall off, her eyes flashed with horror, her whole body trembled with fear, and she whispered: "Please go, go away, don't even take my last refuge, please." ”

"Huh? What the hell is yelling, open the door,, open the door! ”

A vague voice sounded, Qin Xuemei grabbed the futon tightly, buried her head in the middle of the futon, and suddenly shouted frantically: "You go quickly, this is my place, I won't give it to you, I only have this small place, I only have here!" ”

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and a not very tall drunk appeared in front of the door, the wind blew the snowflakes into the house, and the biting chill came, Qin Xuemei's whole body was excited, and she raised her head to look at the man in front of her, or was it too late? He came in anyway!

"Damn, didn't you hear the shouting?"

He reached out and grabbed Qin Xuemei wrapped in the futon, Qin Xuemei struggled to resist, but how could her own strength push the man in front of her, she was grabbed by the hair, and she was dragged out of the house crying.

"No, this is the house I found, and she's mine!"

She shouted and was thrown out of the house and rolled to the ground, leaving wounds on her face and arms.

"What yours! It's Lao Tzu now, get out of here, or I'll kill you. ”

The drunk man shouted, stretched out his hand and closed the door, Qin Xuemei rushed up, wanting to push the door open, but the drunk finally got annoyed, kicked Qin Xuemei away, she lay on the ground not far away, covered her lower abdomen with both hands, her scattered hair fell to the ground, tears flowed, fell into the dirt and disappeared.

Single, snowy cold night, she roared in a low voice: "Don't take away my house, I just have such a place to stay, why don't you give me a place to stay, why ......"

"If you want, you can destroy the things that make you miserable, including people, of course, and I give you this power, and I think you should be able to put it to good use."

She remembered what the young man in the alley had said with an evil voice.

"However, there is a price to be paid for using this power, and that is your life, and when you first use it, you will only have ten days left in your life, and if you choose not to use it, then your life will continue to do so. Whether to wander in hell where life is worse than death, or choose to destroy those who hurt you, you decide for yourself, and after ten days, this mark on your hand will disappear. You only have ten days......"

As the young man left, she hurried away, and was terrified, and that fear was deeper than at any time and in any situation.

And at this moment, kneeling on the ground, in this snowy cold night, she stretched out her right hand, which was held by the young man, spread out her hand, and a crystal white snowflake in the sky fell and fell right in the palm of her hand, instantly turned into water, and then turned into steam and diffused in the air.

A triangular flame mark appeared in the palm of her hand, this is the ability she has gained, ten days, destroy all the people and things that are unfair to her, even if she only lives for ten days, but it is enough!

She stood up, hunched over, and walked towards her house with a swaying step, the imprint of her palms glistening to her haggard and pale face, and at last she came to the front of the house, the door was open, and the snoring of drunken men came from inside.

She gently pushed the door open, and the drunk was already asleep.

"Once you've used it, you'll only have ten days to live."

The man's words lingered in his ears.

Qin Xuemei closed her eyes, ten days is really enough for her!

"This is, my house!"

She shouted, and the drunk woke up in a daze, and when he saw that Qin Xuemei in front of him hadn't left, he suddenly roared angrily: "Are you looking for death?" Stinky! ”

Qin Xuemei clenched her right fist, suddenly grabbed the broken futon on the ground, and shouted: "It's you who is going to die, it's you!" ”

The futon was suddenly ignited, and then the flames burned, and the drunk ran out in surprise, Qin Xuemei dodged, but saw the drunkard wrapped in flames, rushed out of the house, screamed, and rolled in the snow, but the flame was strangely not extinguished, but it burned more and more.

She looked at the screaming drunk and was stunned, she killed herself! How could you kill someone?

When I woke up, I heard someone say, "Your last ten days will ...... from this moment."