The members of the Starfall Land, as usual, left before dawn, and this time with the wild man left, and he asked with some reluctance where he was going and how long he was leaving, but the wild man didn't say, just pointed to the cage of hares.

At first, he thought that these creatures symbolizing evil were the spiritual sustenance given to him by the savages, spurring him to never forget who he was, but when he became hungry, he felt more and more that they were food for himself.

After all, he got a result after his efforts, a man who is not indistinguishable from grains, and it is very difficult to catch a hare with his bare hands in the woods.

"I'll choose one of you as a pet, and the decision is up to you." Tusech said to the evil creatures with buckteeth.

Once again, he familiarized himself with "The Origin and Composition of the Soul", and when he walked outside the castle, he found that the rabbits were clearly not listening to him.

"Sure enough, even if I am a member of the Land of Starsfall, as long as I am not strong enough to match this identity, I will always be a fool in your eyes." He looked at the rabbit in the cage with his ears standing and listening to his words, and said indifferently, "Since you don't know how to obey, I will deprive you of the one who is most likely to succeed." ”

The fattest rabbits were roasted on the flames, dripping with grease, and their hands slowly turned the sticks to heat them evenly.

He didn't see a soul himself, but he often saw flames, and knew that flames had the properties of light and heat, and that if a rabbit was roasted on a fire, it would become what it is now, which can be regarded as the power of flames about heat.

And what about the soul? According to the previous life, the soul should be called consciousness, which is a word that arises from some bioelectric activity processes on the brain when humans are not yet dead.

Everyone has a soul, but they can't see it, because in the human body, some control of the soul is the power that drives these bioelectricity, so can people interfere with that consciousness through willpower and let it spread to other places?

In my previous life, I remember that there was a contemplation thought, is this just like that meditation, I already have an outline in my mind, that gray skill tree, so should I try it?

Resisting the urge to experiment, he ate the whole rabbit under the control of hunger, and then dragged two handfuls of grass into the cage casually, and he couldn't wait to try the idea, which was the impulse after finding something interesting.

"First of all, imagine that there are countless currents in our minds, and around this skill tree, we have to cross the currents."

So thought to himself.

The experiment is difficult, it requires constant sprint with the mind, and it is undeniable that on the third day, if you don't hallucinate, then you have succeeded.

Looking at his slimmed body, he stumbled out and grabbed a rabbit that had also lost a lot of weight, solving the problem of eating himself.

The full meal was a little drowsy, but he still stopped this thought, carried the cage to the castle, and lit a fire before slowly falling asleep, after all, the paw prints next to the cage told him that if he slept outside, it would not be as simple as a moth-eaten rat bite.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up it was already dawn, and anyway, the rabbit had lost weight again, so he went out and grabbed some grass and threw it in the cage, then went back to the library and continued to meditate.

"The two spells given to the rabbit when feeding the grass have darkened the branches and leaves of the skill tree a lot, but it has no effect at all, it looks like I need to carve something into the leaves."

He thought about it, he looked back at the nature of consciousness and the soul, felt the nature of the soul, understood its form, imagined that the self interfered with the surrounding individuals, the entanglement between the consciousness bodies...

I don't know how long, but he was completely immersed in the pleasure of this kind of research, and when he woke up, he realized that if he wasn't awake at this time, maybe he would never wake up.

"Tell me to the corpse." He said, looking at his arms.

He walked to the castle hall, where the rabbits, which symbolized evil, finally revealed their prototypes, and even attracted some flies.

Holding back the pungent smell, he poured them out of their cages and buried them near the castle.

"May your evil souls forever hover in this place where the stars fall, guarding the Castle of Darkness." He prayed and buried the last of his earth, for he was so lonely, even if the rabbits died, he would feel comforted by talking to the creature with whom he had once had a slight connection.

"It's time to go out hunting." He looked at the rabbits all over the mountains and said.

Quietly approaching a rabbit who ignored him, he drank a soul confinement, and he felt a feeling that he wanted to pee, and then the three-petaled mouth of the grazing rabbit stopped chewing.

"Isn't the grass fragrant?" He walked over and touched the rabbit's ears with a smile on his face, and then the rabbit moved violently and ran away.

With a stiff smile, he looked at his hand and thought back to the skill tree in his mind, not knowing if it was because he had touched it, or if this skill had a time limit.

"I don't think I'll figure it out until I've had my fill." Thinking so, he ran to the rabbit.

Half an hour later, he sat by the campfire roasting the rabbit while looking at the full cage, and according to his own practice, he found that no matter whether it was time or being touched, magic would fail.

"It's about five seconds, but as my visualization time increases, so does the duration of this skill." Biting the rabbit leg, he thought so.

After a full meal, he returned to the library to continue checking the forbidden book, but after a few days, he did not analyze another skill except for the spell that his own consciousness fluctuated into a partial unconscious state of soul alignment interference, which caused the whole body to lose control, and was named soul imprisonment by him.

"Maybe a book only records one kind of magic." He thought about it, and then he set his sights on another book, "On the Divine Techniques and Everyday Life of Zoroastrianism".

Three days later, he felt that he could stand up and bravely climbed up, smelling the smell of charcoal in his nasal cavity, he felt that he couldn't be greedy, although he was a disciple of the teacher, but no one stipulated that a fire magician could not teach a soul magician.

Well... I shouldn't have the name of a soul mage, and when I learn more skills later, I should call me a necromancer or a necromancer.

On the night of the full moon next year, I might ask the teacher if there are any such magic books about the soul, well... Don't do this kind of graffiti with chemical equations.