Chapter 616

Moreover, when Lu Xiaofeng was studying in Wenzong, he also read such a record in the book, many people summon people's souls back and return to their bodies through rituals similar to the ones Xiaoxiang Dong'er did just now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This phenomenon is called 'borrowing the corpse to return the soul'. ”

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to be awakened, and also said: "Yes, in the Lu Xiaofeng clan, there is also the same sacrifice, the priest uses the local Raymond god-level author who is in charge of life and death to bring the soul of the deceased back from the underworld and return to the human world, which we call 'spiritualism'." Lu Xiaofeng also participated once. ”

Lu Xiaofeng thought that what Zi Die and Lu Xiaofeng said made sense, and he said to Xiaoxiang Dong'er: "Is it possible to first use witchcraft to make these clay idols move, and then use what kind of soul infusion technique to inject some souls into the shoulders of these clay puppets?"

Everyone thinks what Lu Xiaofeng said makes sense. If the clay puppet is really infused with the soul, and under the urging of that spell, it comes to life,

It is likely that they will indeed become free men, so that they can kill whomever they want. For the soul, what is a secret room and not a secret room is simply nothing.

But only Xiao Xiangdong'er shook his head on the side: "You don't really understand the soul?"

Everyone stopped speculating, fell silent, and looked at Xiaoxiang Dong'er.

Lu Xiaofeng continued: "When the soul enters the shoulders of these clay puppets, it is at most a destination, and it is absolutely impossible to control the movement of these clay puppets.

You must know that the soul is a kind of spiritual-level author's literary power, which can't drive anything at all, and the literary power that can make your arms, legs and feet move is called Shouyuan. The clay puppet that lacks Shouyuan only has consciousness, but it can't move. ”

Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand, and asked Xiaoxiang Dong'er to explain it clearly, what soul, what longevity, the brain is a dragon. Xiaoxiang Dong'er thought for a while and said, "In this way, for example, everyone will understand."

In medicine, there are people whose souls still exist in their bodies, but they have no motivation to live, they do not leave the hospital bed where they are lying, they cannot make expressions of joy and sorrow, and they cannot take care of themselves even if they eat and relieve themselves. What is this kind of person called?"

"Puppet. Purple Butterfly took over the conversation, "The life of the puppet is a miracle in itself, and this phenomenon of human existence is similar to the characteristics of plants that have no god-level scriptures and no feelings, hence the name." ”

"Yes, that kind of patient is a puppet. Let's just say this kind of person, their physical body does not have god-level scriptures and feelings on the surface, as if they are dead, but their brains are alive. In other words, their souls still exist in the body, but their longevity has been depleted. ”

Lu Xiaofeng still insisted on his point of view: "However, is there such a possibility? There is a more evil person who imported his Shouyuan into these clay puppets, let them have Shouyuan, and then input some souls into the bodies of these clay puppets with Shouyuan.

Lu Xiaofeng looked, the cow in the silkworm cocoon was probably such a person, everyone think about the kid called stealing the sky, when he mentioned the cow in the cocoon, he would rather be killed by Xiaoxiang Dong'er than come to the cow in the cocoon, which shows the evil of the cow in the cocoon. ”

"That's because stealing the sky itself is a hooligan, and he knows that Lu Xiaofeng can't attack him at all. ”

"No matter what he is, it can fully prove that this old sacrifice is not a good stubble, anyway, Lu Xiaofeng thinks that he has the conditions and factors to give those longevity to clay puppets. ”

Xiao Xiangdong'er explained anxiously, her voice was loud enough to let people know that Lu Xiaofeng was angry, and the consequence of arguing with Lu Xiaofeng was that Lu Xiaofeng would be even more angry.

Lu Xiaofeng shouted: "Shouyuan is the literary power that drives the heart to beat and several limbs to move, even if someone is willing to provide their Shouyuan to those who need it, that Shouyuan provider will also lose the part of the vitality that originally belonged to him." ”

Lu Xiaofeng was still very unconvinced, but said something that made Xiaoxiang Dong'er unable to get angry if she wanted to:

"Lu Xiaofeng is willing to be such a fool, if you Xiaoxiang Dong'er becomes a puppet, only has a soul, and has no longevity, Lu Xiaofeng is willing to give you half or even all of Lu Xiaofeng's longevity. Such people are not absent. ”

Xiaoxiang Dong'er lost her temper suddenly, and Lu Xiaofeng's tone softened:

"Okay, Lu Xiaofeng, you listen to Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng believes that you can do this, or say this bigger, our friends here, whoever has such a situation, as long as there is a 1 in 10,000 possibility that others can save him, they will try, right?

Because we are all good friends, comrades-in-arms who have experienced countless lives and deaths together, and have an incomparably deep friendship. But...... You know, if you were asked to enter your Shouyuan into a clay puppet who has nothing to do with you, would you do that? ”

Lu Xiaofeng listened to Xiaoxiang Dong'er's last sentence and fell into deep thought.

Xiaoxiang Dong'er continued: "When you give half of your life to a clay puppet that has nothing to do with you at all, it's not irrelevant, but it's not a clay puppet that doesn't match the boundary at all.

From now on, your birth, old age, sickness and death and metabolism will be doubled, and even a cold can kill you. All this you've done is because of a clay puppet, do you think you're going to do something like that, and will anyone want to do it?"

Lu Xiaofeng whispered to himself: "What Lu Xiaofeng said is aimed at people who have life and consciousness, not the kind of clay puppets without feelings. Why would Lu Xiaofeng give his vitality to such a dummy. ”

Lu Xiaofeng interjected: "If it is really as Xiaoxiang Dong'er said, it is impossible for these clay puppets to have such a long term of literary power, until nearly ten days after the death of that kind of literary power source, they can continue to move." ”

Lu Xiaofeng has been studying Lu Xiaofeng's clay puppets that have not moved at all, and when he heard this, he stood up and said to everyone: "Everyone has overlooked a question, if the old priest is a murderer, then who killed the old priest? Could it be that he controlled these clay puppets to commit suicide once, right?"

"So, it can only be explained one thing, in addition to the cow and Xiaoxiang Dong'er in the old sacrificial silkworm cocoon around us, there is also a person who can control the clay puppet, and there are people who have mastered this skill. Lu Xiaofeng said, "As long as this person doesn't die, then these clay puppets will continue to kill." Isn't it?"

Xiaoxiang Dong'er nodded yes.

Lu Xiaofeng continued: "Then who could this person be? Why did he kill Xu Biao, Zhang Heng, and the old priest? These three people don't see any direct relationship. Another point, will the evil nature we felt two days ago have something to do with this wood carving incident?

When he came out of the old priest's house, it was already dark, and the moon was looming behind the clouds. The dense vines and muddy puddles are like hungry mouths, ready to take a bite on someone's legs and feet.

After a day of tossing, everyone was tired, and no one ate or drank a little water all night, and fatigue gradually dominated the bodies of several people. Purple Butterfly and Lu Xiaofeng fell at the back of the team, and it was already difficult to keep up with everyone.

All this was seen by Lu Xiaofeng, and when everyone walked down the mountain and came to the small river at the foot of the mountain, he said to everyone: "Rest for a while, Lu Xiaofeng, you go find something to eat." ”

Lu Xiaofeng was just about to act, but Li Mengji had already jumped up to the tree: "The forest is Lu Xiaofeng's world." Lu Xiaofeng, you also rest for a while, finding food here is not your forte, don't pick some mushrooms and come back are poisonous. Ha ha. ”

Lu Xiaofeng looked up at Li Mengji who was far away on the branch, and said with a wry smile: "This monkey, since we entered this forest, Lu Xiaofeng has not seen him land on the ground with two legs at the same time, either climbing a tree or playing with grass and flying. ”

"Come on, you," Xiao Xiangdong'er sat down lazily against a tree, "Aren't you the same, do you remember the last time we went to the Qixi Wenzong?"

You're happier than he is. Let's get us some water, and you dig a pit, and we thought we could dig out the groundwater, so we dug it with you, and at last you grabbed a handful of damp sand and let us hold it in our mouths, and what was even more infuriating was that you told us that this thing would quench our thirst. ”

Lu Xiaofeng laughed: "Actually, this is what you don't understand, Lu Xiaofeng is right to do this, where is it so easy to find Tianxiang Wenzong on Qixi Wenzong?"

In the absence of water, the sand in the ground is cold, and the water will condense on these tiny sand grains, and holding them in your mouth can indeed quench your thirst, Lu Xiaofeng remembers that you also took those sand in your mouth at that time?"

"Don't tell Lu Xiaofeng about this, in order to spit out that sand from his mouth, the sand takes away much more water from Lu Xiaofeng's mouth than he gets from it. Xiaoxiang Dong'er said bitterly, as if there was sand in Lu Xiaofeng's mouth at this moment.