A bunch of books?

How do books trap people?

Sperm?

Xue Wuwei was a little confused.

"I have seen spirits that have trapped us. You know what the Spirit is, right? ”

Xue Wuwei nodded: "All things have spirits. ”

It is true that all things have animism, not only living beings, but also dead things, and they can cultivate consciousness over time.

The consciousness cultivated by animals and plants is demons and monsters, while the inanimate ones are spirits.

One of the most famous spirits, now under the Buddha's seat, has become the ancestor of all Buddhas, thinking that he was born with spiritual wisdom and broke out of the stone, which really added a lot of trouble to the Three Realms, who would have thought that one day, he could also live in Lingshan.

But he has an innate qi bonus, after all, his body is a multicolored stone left by Nuwa Niangniang when she mends the sky, and it is not an ordinary stone that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

There are very few ordinary objects that can become spirits, and the master said that some sects may have magic weapons that are full of spirituality, but Xue Wuwei has never heard of whose magic weapons can really become essences and transform into human form.

Machine spirits are the most difficult to achieve, and they are also the most difficult to encounter, and once formed, they naturally have powerful mana, which is difficult to deal with.

So did they come across a bunch of books? Xue Wuwei's eyes are full of mosquito coils, who is so good? Pile of essence?

Kong Qianyu saw that Xue Wuwei had obviously misunderstood, and shook his head with a smile: "It is not easy for the spirit to form, there is one that is not enough for us to accept, I think that this spirit is likely to be a book, but it is not a book, but I am not sure." ”

Book? Book Spirit?

That's right, if there are any other objects that can really form a spirit in such an era of the end of the law, only books are possible.

Integrating the words created by human civilization, with its own spiritual power, coupled with the plasticity of the story itself, books are a little more likely to be divided into spirits than other dead things as soon as they appear.

But what did the book spirit do with them?

"We haven't messed with the book spirit, have we? What is it doing with us? ”

Spirits are creatures that are generally very simple when they are born, there is no distinction between good and evil, and it is impossible to have too much malice towards human beings, especially those who cultivate immortals.

"I guess I want to eat us. Do you know which book I was in before? Kong Qianyu felt a little toothache.

"Which one? It can't be worse than a serial-killer-infested chapel, right? ”

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas."

The Classic of Mountains and Seas? Xue Wuwei wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't mean to hold back at all: "Hahahahaha!" ”

That's the famous ancient myths and legends, a world full of all kinds of strange beasts, looking at Kong Qianyu's constipated expression, it must be hard to think about it, right?

It's a pity that I couldn't watch the big guy eat deflated up close!

"You're actually there, and you've been caught by an Inhuman, ready to be boiled and eaten." Kong Qianyu rolled her eyes.

"Hahahaha, that's all fake, I never left London in 1888." Xue Wuwei bared his teeth, and his mood instantly turned cloudy and clear.

No matter how perverted the serial killer is, he is only one person, and in comparison, it is still safe here.

"That big guy, how did you leave the Book of Mountains and Seas?"

"I had a fight with the Queen Mother of the West, and I found that they were evenly matched, and my senior brother was getting taller and taller, and then I cut him down."

"And then?"

"No more, and then the illusion suddenly vanished, and I saw the spirit, and she sent me here again."

"You didn't find a chance to kill her?" It's not in line with the style of the big guy.

"I think. But in the spiritual space, she is the master, and in this world, she is the heavens. "How can people fight with the sky?

"Can we still get out, then?" Xue Wuwei's face was going to turn green, and if there was anything he couldn't bear to say in his days as Watson, it was three meals a day of boiled potatoes and grilled fish.

The white man's rice is really unpalatable, so unpalatable that he cries when he thinks about the food of his hometown!

"Let me think, let me think."

This spirit has bad intentions towards them, she wants to absorb her own spiritual power, so the longer she stays, the more disadvantageous it will be to herself, this Kong Qianyu knows this, she must think about it, how to deal with this spirit.

"If that spirit is really a book essence, then we can only catch her if we find her essence." Grab the spirit, and it will not be difficult to get out.

"So the first priority should be to get out of here." A native spirit, it is not so much that the body will be a foreign language book, and judging from the fact that she can trap Kong Qianyu unconsciously, her Taoism is not low, and that book should be very old.

It's only been a hundred years since the character of Sherlock Holmes was created, so it can't be this book.

Since the plot experienced by Xue Wuwei is the time when the entire murder occurred, it should be possible to break the cycle of reincarnation if the murderer is found.

"Will you come with me now or go back to Sherlock Holmes?" Kong Qianyu looked up not far away, and Mr. Detective was carefully looking for clues with a magnifying glass.

"I'll follow you." Xue Wuwei was a little unconfident, and he didn't know if he could follow, after all, he had tried so many times before to change the plot without success.

Sherlock Holmes greeted Watson, Xue Wuwei involuntarily walked over, Kong Qianyu felt funny, then isn't he half an NPC? This little doll really knows how to play.

Fortunately, after a long drama performance, Xue Wuwei came back, and he said in surprise: "Let's go, let's go to the next street!" ”

The next street is the location of the third incident, and the time is tonight!

This was something that had never happened before, and Xue Wuwei couldn't help but pinch his arm.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

It's not true in the first place, how can it hurt.

Night soon fell, and the streets were lined with women begging for a living, and every once in a while there were police patrols.

The night in Whitechapel was not safe, and the news that a madman was killing a woman who had lost his foot had spread, and if it was not really impossible to survive, they all chose to take refuge for the time being.

Xue Wuwei took Kong Qianyu all the way to hurry, and the two of them could be regarded as very conspicuous here.

"This is it." They climbed to the third attic in one fell swoop, and the third deceased, Anne Chapman, would soon be killed in her home, which was the attic.

Xue Wuwei knocked on the door, and after three consecutive times, an answer came: "Who is outside the door?" ”

"I'm looking for you something, Miss Anne, please open the door." Xue Wuwei seamlessly turned into bird language.

"Who are you?" Anne noticed that she didn't know the two people standing outside, and she couldn't help but be vigilant.

Xue Wuwei didn't talk nonsense, he took out a banknote and handed it over: "Buy you tonight." ”

Anne looked at the money, and there was a flash of excitement on her face. This guest was so generous that she used to work five nights to earn it.

She hurriedly opened the door and excitedly invited Xue Wuwei to enter, but when she saw that there was actually a woman, she was a little puzzled.

"Sir, what I am providing is a regular service." She had a small face.

Kong Qianyu covered his mouth and smiled, but Xue Wuwei was a little embarrassed: "We came to you because we wanted to ask you something, so we just chatted." ”

Anne smiled, talking to a stumbling girl? Rich people are idle?

(End of chapter)