Call~

A cloud of smoke exhaled from Chen Xinmi's dark red lips and rolled in mid-air, growing larger and larger, enveloping the entire laboratory.

At the same time, the water in the bathtub began to boil.

"Hmm~"

Lin An snorted, only to feel that countless hands stretched out from the candlelight and firelight, stretching themselves into a large cake.

The hands all looked so slender and fair, and the nails were covered in black nail polish.

It's all Chen Xin's hands.

Witchcraft is just a seed, and after everyone learns witchcraft, the effect of learning it is different because of the individual's different minds.

Lin An knew this very well, and when his body was uncomfortable, he still maintained the 'Wandering Heaven Eye' to observe every detail of this ritual magic.

And mobilize the spirit to assist memory.

Needless to say, using medicinal smoke to spit out fog to complete ritual magic is obviously Chen Xin's unique method, and it will definitely not be in the book she gave.

Make a note of it for future reference!

Chen Xinfan began to walk in the flames with a cigarette, and the heels of her high-heeled shoes made a clattering sound on the tiled floor, which was terrifying to hear in this dark and eerie room.

She hummed a strange tune in her mouth, and the rhythm rose and fell, but there was not a single word, which made people vaguely feel that this tone was very similar to the tune of the ugly head singing.

Like a drunken and slightly drunk elegant woman, holding a cigarette, her eyes are misty, humming and shaking between the scented candles.

Lin An felt very bad.

Witchcraft, as expected, works on the mind.

His guess was correct.

Lin An has not stepped into the transcendent world for a long time, Xu is talent is really good, and he has some opinions of his own.

He summed up two rules for himself on the path of wizard practice, and although he didn't know whether it was right or not, it seemed to be determined again and again in contact and practice.

First, there are emotions first, and then learn the corresponding witchcraft to digest emotions. If you learn witchcraft first, the emotions that witchcraft produces that are not suitable for your current state of mind will distort your mind.

Second, the development of the mind and emotions should follow the path of 'emotion-desire-wish-practice', so as to completely complete a normal shaman's path practice and emotional digestion.

These two, during the time when he mastered the 'dizziness' witchcraft, suffered losses and gained insights.

These two summaries do not seem to be wrong.

There is something wonderful in the darkness that guides everything.

Maybe it's the heart, maybe it's fate.

Jumping left and right in the organization of wizards and witch hunters, Lin An longed for a means to save his life, so almost all his subsequent methods evolved in this direction.

Whether it is 'Wandering Eyes', 'Oil Painting Vision', 'Black Cat Deformation', 'Suyu Deformation' and so on.

There isn't a single witchcraft that is going in the direction of 'increasing attack'.

It's not even just witchcraft.

In this case, when Lin An learned the skill of 'Thirteen Uniques of Rope Throwing', he did not show the same rapid learning speed as he had learned other skills before.

Now his progress is still stuck in the process of 'drawing'.

And now, he dares to touch this 'portable space prop making ritual magic' with confidence, also because this is the ability he craves.

He believes that if there is nothing wrong with the rules he has summarized.

Any mental distortion caused by this witchcraft will be quickly digested, and will not affect one's own mind and soul.

Bold assumptions and bold practices are essentially the basis for walking cautiously on this dangerous path.

Lin An felt the impact of ritual magic on the distortion of his mind, and a particularly uncomfortable mood of 'empty', 'tasteless', and 'boring' boiled in his heart, and his heart continued to grow the inexplicable discomfort of 'life is so boring, just forget it'.

This kind of discomfort is not enough to reach the psychological stage of 'self-destruction', so it becomes more and more tormented.

That's right, it's the feeling of 'torment', rolling in his thoughts, but Lin An's face showed an inexplicable smile.

He guessed right!

The boiling of these emotions does not affect him!

It's as if, after suffering this 'penal witchcraft', he is still who he is, and he does not become disabled because of it, and that is the difference.

The effects of temporary torture and the irreversible damage caused by a complete reversal are two different things.

He endured it silently, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter as his heart became uncomfortable.

Open your heart~

Feel the pain so well~

Lin An secretly told himself that if he did this, the effect of the space props would be the best, and the impact of witchcraft on him would be the least.

He even began to savor every discomfort.

"Oh~"

Lin An took a deep breath and slowly lay down on the bathtub, his hands on both sides of the bathtub, squinting his eyes and leaning back against the edge of the bathtub.

He could clearly feel the countless 'hands of Chen Xinmi' playing on his and the wooden wolf's head as she hummed, like sharp and dexterous scalpels.

This feeling......

Hey?

Lin An blinked.

How does this stuff look a bit like 'tanning techniques'?

Like, not so much.

First of all, it does not have the delicacy of the 'tanning technique' in terms of metamorphosis and spiritual play.

Secondly, the 'tanning technique' does not have this rhythmic rhythm that makes all the changes so rhythmic.

Lin An's mouth began to silently follow Chen Xin's humming tune, becoming more and more immersed in that feeling, but the smile on her face became more and more brilliant.

He......

Something interesting?

I don't know how long it took, Chen Xinfan stopped witchcraft, walked to the bathtub, and looked at Lin An with a smile with the cat.

"You're still enjoying it, you're a masochist?"

Lin An raised his eyelids a little weakly and glanced at her, "You're a masochist!" ”

He lifted his arms slightly, and found his hands pale with some blood loss, a manifestation of the pain he had endured in ritual magic.

His fingers shook slightly, and he longed to find the rhythm of the tune that Chen Xinfan had just hummed.

"It's already done."

Chen Xinmi looked down at Lin An, who looked a little nervous, "You are weaker than I imagined, and you are so affected by this ritual magic, maybe I shouldn't have asked you to jump in just now." ”

This kid is crazy!

Yes, witchcraft is so paradoxical and dangerous, who is immune, and who really can enjoy this kind of penal witchcraft? I'm afraid I'm crazy.

The more crazy the wizard is, the closer he is to being completely eroded by the aura of the spirit world, and the closer he is to becoming a lich.

Even if he didn't care about Lin An's state, Chen Xinfan didn't want to see this scene.

Every step of the wizarding community is too difficult.

She shook her head, sighed softly, and pointed to a fist-sized wolf head in the tub like a wooden carving, reminding, "It's done." ”

The bottom of the wooden wolf's head was covered with banyan tree aerial roots, which were coiled into a ball, and a tree hole could be faintly seen.

Sure enough, as she guessed, the headquarters of the Mad Wizard's Tree Hole Organization was a space built by 'Kapok' with its own witchcraft.

"Wait a minute......"

Lin An's voice was a little hoarse, and when he spoke, he could feel the pain in his throat that was sweet and chapped and painful.

His mind endured the pain of ritual magic, but his body still showed every detail of the torture.

Chen Xinfan nodded, holding a medicinal cigarette, and stared at him with narrow Danfeng eyes for a while, "Little weak chicken~"

As he spoke, he was about to turn around and leave with a smile on his lips, "You can wait for a while, I'll wait for you in the office outside." ”

(End of chapter)