The moon is half a string, and the night is quiet.

Afra walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked cautiously out. The courtyard was empty, and the servants had gone back to sleep, and she was relieved to close the heavy curtains again, leaving no gaps.

A formal magic room will not have a window. But at the moment, this room was just renovated by Afra from her own study, so she couldn't be too demanding. She turned, latched the latch to the door, and then extinguished the enchanted lamp in the room in case the faint fluctuation of magic affected the results.

On the hardwood Zuò countertop, there was only one metal candlestick left for illumination, and as she approached, the dim candlelight trembled slightly, so that the projection of the girl on the wall was also distorted, like a smiling yin spirit.

Afra paused, adjusted her mind, and opened the large book with a black cover.

"Tomb moss, ghost bat droppings, evening primrose ......," she muttered as she sorted the materials into categories. They have long been preliminarily processed and are mostly in powder form. Afra took a copper scale, weighed the exact amount, and then, according to the book, put it in a stone mortar and grind it to mix.

After the mixture, the girl took out a bottle of gray-black liquid from the cupboard, and strings of fine bubbles kept coming up from the bottom of the bottle, crackling and bursting, so that the crystal bottle was filled with a faint mist.

Afra covered her nose, uncorked the bottle, and poured most of the liquid into the mortar. She held the Mithril Short Stick and stirred it quickly, and a puff of black smoke rose and dissipated.

"It's done. The girl clenched her fists excitedly, it was not difficult to collect other materials, but this bottle of "corpse soul water" was soaked for a long time before she got it from Ventrove. If it is wasted, then all the painstaking efforts will be in vain.

Time was precious, so Afra quickly emptied the table and laid out a small altar with a radius of two feet. Then, she gripped the brush tightly. Dip your feet in the prepared ink, and on the three-layer countertop, you can draw a series of twists and turns of magic circuits. She had already copied these strange patterns countless times, and she was extremely familiar with them, so soon, a set of necromancy circles was drawn, leaving only a small blank space in the middle of the top layer of the altar.

Make sure that all steps are correct. The little girl opened the wooden box next to her and took out an old, yellowed skeleton. This is what she found on the bank of the Xiyu River this afternoon, when she was about to go to meet the teacher. The curious Afra cast a "voyeuristic technique" and found that there were traces of yin spirit activity in the bones, and she couldn't help but be overjoyed.

In necromancy. She is most interested in "spiritism". But I can't find the object of real yàn. Now that she had the opportunity, Afra couldn't hold back any longer, she wandered around the banquet hall, said hello to Allegri, and quietly slipped back into her room to prepare for the psychic ritual.

"One last step...... "She cherished the bones. He placed himself in the middle of the altar, gritted his teeth, and slit his middle finger with a letter opener.

Bright beads of blood poured out, shimmering light, and there were waves of magic rippling endlessly. Afra suffered. His brows were furrowed, but he still resolutely stretched out his hand and pressed it on the altar.

In the muffled chant, blood and ink mixed together, emitting a dark red sheen. It was a lengthy incantation, a thousand words long, and it took a lot of effort for the little girl to make sure that it was word for word.

“...... The soul that dwells here, the pain of displacement, my name is Afra, the manipulator of the dead soul, I swear by blood and give you a new life!"

At the end of the chant, a dark red glow seeped from its fingertips, from top to bottom, through all the magic circuits, to the top of the altar.

The entire psychic magic circle was activated instantly, and the dark red light turned into a hideous bloody hand, probing into the bones, and forming five fingers into claws, trying to pull out the yin spirit inside.

A gust of wind blew, and a faint cry sounded in Afra's ears.

But there was not the slightest fear on the little girl's face, and she stared at the trembling altar, her eyes full of hope.

She hoped that the ritual would be successful, that she wanted to verify the feasibility of psychics, and that she hoped to see her mother again, even though her kind smile had long since turned to white bones.

It was Ventrov's unintentional words that touched Afra's heart, and the talented young girl agreed to follow her in learning necromancy. And unlike in the past, she put away her playfulness and took the initiative to ask for advice and study. Coupled with the solid foundation laid by Herseus and Allegri, he entered the country for a long time, so that Ventrov, who is an evil god, can't help but praise him.

Suddenly, the wind ceased, the ghost cries disappeared, and the altar returned to silence, and nothing happened.

The success rate of the psychic ritual is not 100%, but if the steps are correct, there will always be a response. Even if you can't catch the yin spirit, you can still search for some remaining memory fragments to prove the existence of the soul.

Afra was stunned, and hope turned to frustration. After all, she was still a child, and when she saw her efforts come to naught, she felt uncomfortable, her mouth was deflated, and she almost cried.

"Who...... Calling me?" Just then, a deep voice came. The bones on the altar were shattered, and a shadow of nothingness appeared out of thin air, floating there.

"Uh...... Yes, it's me, my name...... Afra, the Soul Manipulator. "In necromancy, roll calls are an essential part, after all, most of the necromancers summon unruly evil spirits, and when dealing with them, it is very important to strike first. But Afra, after all, is only a little girl in her teens, although she has a very majestic name for herself, but when she sees the Yin Spirit for the first time, she is inevitably a little scared, and even her voice trembles slightly.

"Master Afra, Rhodes Stanley, at your disposal. The shadow twisted in the air, a bow. The psychic ritual itself is a magic contract, and unless there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, the summoned Yin Spirit will not disobey the summoner's wishes.

"I, I'll call you Rod," Seeing that the other party was still good at talking, Afra, who was trembling, gradually grew in courage, she first changed the name of the summon, and then asked a little nervously, "Rod, are you...... Do you still have memories of your life?"

After a long thought, the shadow finally spoke, "Of course, Master Afra, I still remember. ”

"That's good......" The little girl let out a sigh of relief, patted her chest with her little hand, and a smile bloomed on her face, delicate and cute. (To be continued......)

PS: (One more.) ）