At the moment when the nail-headed soul hook face was sacrificed, a young carp man suddenly opened his eyes in a house in the east of the city dozens of streets away from Zhijiazhen, his pupils dilated, and two wisps of black smoke floated.

The cold moonlight poured in through the window, and the walls shone whitely, and the cobwebs in the corners of the walls were swayed by the night wind. The carp man twisted his neck, his gaze as if through the high walls, looking in the direction of the inn. He stood up silently, opened the door, and ghostly walked into the empty street, the gray-white scales trembling like decaying wrinkles......

In the inn, Zhi Hunt Zhen drew a Zhuyou array on the ground with his essence blood, and began to practice the second soul technique, the Ecstasy Silk.

Among the many Soul Wishing Techniques, Ecstasy Silk is extremely special, which can be regarded as the upper method, as well as the middle method and the lower method, and its power depends on the last step of refining - the introduction of mantras. There are no rules for invoking spells, and it is up to the caster to set them. According to the "Thirteen Records of Zhutian", the more grotesque and rare the words spoken by the spellcaster, the stronger the power of the ecstasy silk, but the incantation words must not be made up, they must be true, otherwise they will not have the effect of confusing the mind.

Zhi Hunt really glanced at Meng Meng on the bed, and had made up his mind in his heart.

He picked out eighteen kinds of witch herbs, such as eyebrow grass, burning bone fruit, black clam blood, bee peach juice, and arrow insect eyes, selected the proportions, and mixed them into a bowl of slimy, stinky slurry, and then plucked a hair and soaked it. After a stick of incense, the hair changes color, like a transparent crystal. Zhi Kari placed his hair in the center of the array, stepped on his hair three times from the four directions of due east, south, west, and north, spit three times, and recited three witch spells.

Suddenly, the hexagons of the Zhu You array burst out with a blood-colored glow, enveloping the hair. The hair rose without wind and floated into the air, writhing like a tiny snake. From the hair, there was a soft sound of rustling, like the flapping of the wings of mosquitoes and flies, like the gnawing sound of silkworm ants, and like the whispering of ghosts...... After a while, all the sounds suddenly disappeared, and the hair suddenly straightened, and he nodded three times towards Zhijiazhen.

Now all that remains is the final step of the sacrificial practice, the invocation of the mantra.

Zhi Jia Zhen stepped into the center of the formation, pinched the witch trick in his hand and pointed to his hair, and shouted loudly: "Grass and mud horse!" He had heard Meng Mengda say this more than once, and it was unfathomable, and it was still difficult to understand its meaning. Using it as a mantra can greatly increase the power of the Ecstasy Silk.

Meng Meng Da woke up from her dream, got out of the straw mattress, and looked around.

The hair suddenly bounced up and fell into Zhi Kari's sideburns, flashing a psychedelic dark red light. Zhi Hunt Zhen stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, his mind couldn't help but be turbulent, and his mind was in a trance, and this ecstasy silk was impressively supreme.

"Just now, you were talking?" Meng Mengda's eyes wandered, and finally fell on Zhi Kari Zhen in disappointment.

Zhi Zhenzhen nodded: "I'll practice a few spells to defend yourself, you can continue to sleep." ”

Meng Meng was stunned for a moment, then lay down, curled up in the shadow of the base of the wall. It's really delusional, in this world, there will be no more familiar words.

Zhijia Zhen stared at her, hesitated for a moment, and felt a few slender white hairs from his arms. This was dropped from Meng Mengda's body, and he deliberately put it away, which is related to the last sacrifice of tonight - the spirit pet for the death curse.

This is the life-saving secret spell of the Wu clan, and it can only be practiced once in a lifetime. It forcibly casts a spell on it with the hair or blood of the essence and collects it as a spiritual pet. In the event that the caster is in mortal danger, the damage can be transferred to the pet. If the pet dies, the spellcaster will also suffer a great backlash.

"Moe girl, you haven't fallen asleep yet, have you?" Zhijia really coughed lightly.

"Hmm. Meng Meng Da replied listlessly.

"I want to ......" Zhi Hunt really wanted to speak and stopped, with his original intention, it was to take advantage of the cute and cute sleep, and forcibly cast a spirit pet to replace the death curse. When things come to an end, but it is difficult to start, he has received the favor of the monkey spirit after all.

"In the middle of the night, what do you want to do? Won't you? Man and beast have different paths, don't be so heavy-mouthed, right?"

"Well, you know that you have a special endowment, right? I've been hit by so many swords, and I haven't even scratched the skin. The other night, I saw your hand touch the campfire, and it didn't leave any burn marks......"

"So what? What do you want to do with your brains, you black-hearted boy?"

"I-" Zhi Hunting's expression moved, and in the middle of the night, there was a slight sound of footsteps on the street, lingering in the narrow deep alleys from far and near.

He immediately shut down, flashed to the window, and peeked sideways.

In the empty alley, a lonely young carp man seemed to be sleepwalking, dragging a distorted shadow behind him, walking from the mouth of the alley to the end of the alley, and then silently walking back, wandering repeatedly.

Zhi Kari Zhen held his breath and observed, since entering the city, the eight-winged golden cicada had completely quieted down and fell into hibernation, as if he was afraid of being detected by something.

The carp man paced back and forth for a long time, slowly raised his head, and his eyes moved to the houses on both sides of the alley, wisps of black mist floating out of his pupils.

Zhi Hunt Zhen immediately withdrew his gaze and turned to the back of the wall, puzzled. What is the purpose of this carp man coming here in the middle of the night? Could it be related to the evil omen that the witch spirit should have?

After a long time, he heard the footsteps sound again, leaned into the corner of the window and looked, and the carp man walked out of the alley step by step. With each step, a piece of his body peeled off and scattered into a cloud of dark dust. In the distance, his entire body turned into ashes and sprinkled, leaving only a pair of worn straw sandals on the ground, which were blown forward by the night wind.

A chill was like a cold snake crawling up its back, and Zhi Hunt really thought hard for a while, walked to the bed, and looked at Meng Mengda.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Meng Mengda looked at him without blinking.

"You speak very specially, always straight and use strange words. Zhi Kashi was silent for a while, and said, "Although you are a monkey spirit, I know that you have no ill will towards me, and you have helped me a lot." It was also because of you that I realized the true meaning of kendo once. ”

"But?" Meng Meng flicked her tail, her smart eyes shining with a mocking light.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I can help you. Shin Chikari asked in a deep voice, grabbing the long sword hanging from the wall. The blade of the sword was as cold as a mirror, shining a pair of cold and resolute eyes.

"I just want to go home. But you can't help me, no one can help me. Meng Mengda looked at Zhi Jia Zhen deeply, "Young man, are you trying to kill me?"

She chuckled softly, and in the darkness, the laughter was so pale. "If you kill me, do it. Actually, I'm tired of it for a long time. Coming into this world, I have nothing. To live alone is nothing but a long torment. ”

She leaned over, her neck pressed against the blade. The eyelashes hang silently like the wounded wings of a butterfly, covering the eyes as bright as rubies.

Zhijia really stared at her quietly, a large and a small shadow reflected on the wall, connected together, but clearly far away. Come to think of it, he's always been like that, far from anyone.

Is he tired of it?

"Is it really a long torture to live alone?" he muttered to himself, and after a long time he heard the sound of his sword falling to the ground.

"Since you're not even afraid of death, why don't you help me once. In return, I will fulfill your wishes. No matter where your home is, even if it is a broken void, I will do my best. Zhi Kari spread out her cute little hand and put the white hair in her palm.

The little hand was motionless, as cold as his. However, after holding it for a long time, both hands will become warm little by little.

"Will you help me, even if it's to cost your life. ”

"Even if it is to give my life, I have to go home. ”