After the soul was out of the body, Rodin followed the guidance of the spirit candle through the closed door, he curiously reached out to touch the door, but felt empty, his arm was directly embedded in the door, and the environment inside the door gave him a strange sticky feeling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The soul has no physical body, cannot directly contact the physical object, or is 'I' not strong enough to master the corresponding method to interfere with reality?" In his vision, there was an illusory pale feeling of his body parts, like a transparent mass of water constantly flowing and changing.

"Can my soul change form a little?" The thought suddenly shrank inward from the waist down, and rolled into a clump of pointed tails, avoiding the danger of being looked at.

He controlled the tip of his rounded tail and shook it, which was quite funny.

"If I bring a white felt hat, can I pretend to be Aladdin?"

Outside the door, the warm yellow flame of the spirit candle quietly became vigorous, sprinkling a bright and clear light in front of him, inexplicably giving him a sense of reassurance, he guessed that in addition to the time, this spirit candle is estimated to have a certain protective effect on the soul.

Out-of-body is a rare experience, and under normal circumstances, only the dead, or some people with lost souls, have the opportunity to see it. He followed the spirit of guidance and experienced it carefully.

The spirit floated about a foot above the ground, light and massless. And he jumped into the air four or five meters above the ground, and obviously felt that he had extra strength, but a sense of crisis came up, and the "tail" connected to the flesh shell behind him tightly collapsed into a hair-like tin, as if it would break at any time, and he quickly stopped.

Since there is no way up to the sky, then underground? Rodin tried again, and after the soul had escaped two feet into the ground, the dive became difficult, and as the distance increased, he clearly felt the resistance increase.

Rodin then withdrew his attention and observed his surroundings.

The buildings outside have changed slightly in his eyes, and the edges of the originally cold and hard buildings are covered with a circle of illusory and hazy lines, like a light mist lingering and changing, sometimes drifting and sometimes condensing. And the silhouette of the body of the person in the field of vision radiated colorful light outward, which made him quite surprised, in the state of the unity of spirit and flesh, he could not observe these strange scenes, and he couldn't help but count them carefully, there were seven colors: red, green, blue, yellow, white, cyan, and magenta, which happened to coincide with the type of blood power. And the patrol soldiers radiated much more light than the pampered rich.

"These rays of light should be the blood or bloodline power emitted by human beings, such as the Scarlet Python Midgar, the Thorn Armor Emperor Lion Beast Moluo, and the Blue-eyed Blue Wolf Yin Finx...... Seven bloodlines, seven colors of light. The strength of the light is obviously proportional to the richness of the power of the bloodline, and the patrol soldiers have undergone orthodox training and physical development, and the degree of excavation of the power of the bloodline is undoubtedly much higher than that of the merchants. “

"So, isn't the soul state able to see through the strength of the powerful person at a glance, if I still have this ability after the soul returns......

"I remember there was a saying that strong blood qi is lethal to things like yin spirits and resentful spirits, and the scorching sun is also harmful to the soul, but it is cloudy at the moment......"

So in the process of following the guiding spirit, this mischievous soul began to gradually approach all kinds of passers-by.

"No one who has wizarding qualifications can see me. He first chose a small face white and tender comb with pigtails Lori, after being less than a foot away from the other party's body, bared his teeth and grimaced, but unfortunately Lori didn't realize it, his eyes directly turned to Rodan's spirit body, and Rodin also didn't feel that the faint blood light around Lori's body had any effect on him.

The next fat man with a big belly, the fierce hunter, and the patrolling soldiers, whether the blood was shining or not, he did not feel the slightest discomfort.

It seems that this statement is false, and it is also possible that the natural overflow of blood qi alone cannot cause harm to the soul. Happily trying, he seemed to have forgotten Akama's admonition to "do not make any extraneous branches", and it was not until more than a quarter of an hour with the spirit of guidance that the towering cemeteries of the stone monuments in the north-west of St. Gallen were in sight.

"Curiosity kills the cat, but fortunately there are no accidents that delay the business. But I didn't expect that my mind would be so out of vigilance in the spirit state. Without the bondage of the body, the soul is liberated from nature?"

When he woke up, he restrained his curiosity and went to the cemetery honestly, but the last part of the road was not smooth.

Rodin...... Rodin ...... "The cemetery was close at hand, but a familiar and ethereal voice came from behind.

He stopped suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he was in doubt.

"Stinky boy, see you today, you want to accompany the old man and me to have a good drink. The hearty laughter reminded him of the old man who was also a teacher and friend in the old town.

The state of the spirit, the sensibility or nature, was magnified several times, and he turned his head uncontrollably, and when he looked back, the spirit stopped, and a strong wind blew behind his body. In the originally empty field of vision, a face appeared as if teleporting.

His beard and hair were all white, covered with the wrinkles of knives and axes, and his eyes were as sharp as those of an eagle falcon, and the corners of his mouth were now smiling at the corners of his mouth with a smile of farewell and reunion.

"I'm here, boy, where is the wine?" said the old man, stretching out his hand to Rodin to invite him, his old palm covered with dense undulating palm prints, as if writing the experience of a lifetime.

Old friends and spirits are the most difficult to refuse, especially for wanderers.

Rodin's expression was sluggish, happy, excited, and remorseful...... I can't describe his feelings, how can he refuse such a sincere invitation?

His lips twitched, he wanted to say something but couldn't, his fists clenched on his knuckles and whitened, and then let go.

"Old man, I will carry on your legacy, go in peace. I still remember the Vikima championship that I owe you. He said to himself from the bottom of his heart.

"Demons are changing, trap spirits, don't respond to ......"

Rodin took one last look at his weather-beaten face, and turned his body resolutely.

Leviathan's majestic body was like a decaying stone sculpture battered by a strong wind, weathered and collapsed in an instant, turning into dust and dissipating into the air.

Moving on, he became serious and composed, but the demon refused to give up. If the soul also has quality, then Rodin, who is the same cultivator of spiritual power and blood power, must belong to the "superior goods", and "they" are like cats that have been hungry for three days and smell fishy, and they swarmed up and bombarded indiscriminately, and all kinds of illusions came one after another.

Even if there is a "tail" to maintain his connection with the flesh shell, and there is a guiding spirit to protect him, if the mind is not firm enough and he takes a wrong step, he will never recover.

"Brother Rodin, turn around and look at me, I miss you so much. Not far behind him, a beautiful girl with chestnut hair opened her arms.

"My dear, I have traveled thousands of miles to sneak away from the noble grassland to see you, how can you ignore me!" a beautiful woman dressed in yellow tulle complained faintly.

"My lord, I traded my life for yours, why haven't you fulfilled your promise to me, Dick, where are you!?" the quiver in dark fish scale armor roared hysterically.

"You killed Casillas, and our Wind Brigade will not owe you anything from now on. Claire's childlike face was full of color.

"I remember......" Rodin did not look back, whispered and quickened his pace, the sourness in the corners of his eyes almost drowning him, but there were no tears in his soul, and everything was swallowed into his stomach.

Eventually, he stepped into the gate of the cemetery surrounded by steel fences, and all maggot-like visions and murmurs of tarsal bones were wiped out, and the inside and outside of the gate were like two worlds blessed by an enchantment.