This spell is called a thousand miles fax, and as long as you use the soul positioning, or the hair of the other party as a guide, you can use the power of the spell to transmit the image, but the base plate of the display image must be in a place where there is water.

But now Ouyang Feng has no water, so he can only use spells to condense, which consumes more mana.

"Thousands of miles of fax, voyeur everything"

Ouyang Feng used the soul power of his whole body, and condensed a water mirror in front of him, the water mirror was blurred, and under Ouyang Feng's desperate blessing, a figure gradually appeared in the water mirror.

Ouyang Feng breathed a big sigh of relief, and finally connected, but Ouyang Feng was tired enough, but unfortunately he didn't have a physical body now, otherwise he would be sweating profusely.

"My devotee, my devotee, I am your deity, I can free you from suffering"

Ouyang Feng didn't know what to say, so he thought of a sentence casually, and began to use thousands of miles of fax to transmit it.

But our Ouyang Shen Shen was about to dry his mouth, and the quasi-believer Ximen Shuai still didn't react at all.

Oh, it's not useless to react, that Simon Shuai has been muttering "This is an illusion, this is an illusion".

Ouyang Feng had the urge to kill, hallucinating your size.

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Would-be believer Simon Shuai's family.

Ximen Shuai looked at the image in the basin, his face turned white with fright, he has been hypnotizing himself now, what he sees and hears is his own hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

But this hallucination, auditory hallucination, is too real, just as real as an online video.

"I must stick to my heart, I can't be the devil" Ximen Shuai gradually began to see Ouyang Feng as the devil of the world.

Ximen Shuai poured the water in the basin on the ground, thinking to himself, there should be no more now, but the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and the water stains on the ground were dumped, and a bigger "devil" appeared.

"Ah~" Ximen Shuai almost had a heart attack, but unfortunately his heart was very healthy, and Ximen Shuai wanted to faint.

But Ximen Shuai's psychological endurance has been honed by bad luck from childhood to adulthood, and he has been quite tenacious, and at most he was scared out of a cold sweat, and he was fine.

"My believers~" The Devil's Calling.

Ximen Shuai closed his eyes, covered his ears with his hands, and recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart, hypnotizing himself that he could not see or hear.

What Ximen Shuai didn't expect was that he really couldn't see the "devil", and Ximen Shuai quietly opened his eyes.

But Ximen Shuai was not too happy, because judging from his usual record of bad luck, this matter was not over so quickly.

It's the same even if you run outside, so Ximen Shuai has been staying at home, after all, the home is much more familiar than the outside, and you can walk without barriers with your eyes closed.

Sunset, at dusk.

The sky gradually darkened, and Ximen Shuai, who had been frightened all afternoon, began to rumble in his stomach.

Simon Shuai prepared to make some dinner.

At the dinner table, Ximen Shuai had gradually calmed down from his fear, and he made a dish and a soup.

Just when Ximen Shuai was about to enjoy dinner, the bowl of soup on the table flashed a blue light, and after a ripple of soup noodles, Ouyang Feng, who was called "devil" by Ximen Shuai, came again.

......

"Hehehe" Ouyang Feng tried his best to make himself appear kinder.

But this laughter sounded so eerie and terrifying to Ximen Shuai.

"Lord Devil, please be merciful and let me go, although my Ximen Shuai has the same surname as that Ximen Qing, I haven't done anything bad" Ximen Shuai was a little about to collapse, but his tenacious nerves were still strong.

Ouyang Feng in the soup bowl said, "Really, but I heard that there are not a few people who have died because of you."

Ximen Shuai immediately explained: "Lord Devil, this is none of my business, this is, this is my natural bad luck, so everyone who meets me will also have bad luck, and now I don't even dare to go home, for fear of affecting my family again"

Ximen Shuai, a twenty-seven-year-old man, who was talking about it, actually left tears and began to talk about his life experience intermittently.

Ximen Shuai felt a kind of guilt for his family, others began to earn money to honor his parents, but he didn't even dare to go home, or even think about it, for fear that his declining luck would affect the safety of his parents.

People who like it don't dare to confess, they are always fired, and their former classmates have already had successful careers, wives and children.

And he is still living alone, sad in this dilapidated rental house, racking his brains all day long for that little living expenses.

If it weren't for Ximen Shuai's tenacious nerves that have been tempered by bad luck since he was a child, he might have committed suicide to meet the gods.

Many years later, when Ximen Shuai remembered the events of that night, he couldn't understand why he would confide so much in Ouyang Feng, and Ximen Shuai felt that this might be destined.

......

Temple of Decay.

Ouyang Feng, who was on the side of the Temple of Decay, listened to Ximen Shuai's narration, and suddenly felt how happy he was.

Ouyang Feng has a safe and healthy family, a lovely sister, a leaf shirt, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, three friends in the bedroom, inheritance beads, and cultivation tips.

Ouyang Feng now thinks that he has so much, he is so happy, compared to Ximen Shuai, a child of hell, he is the guest of heaven, what is there to be dissatisfied with.

Ouyang Feng suddenly felt that his soul had sublimated, and Ouyang Feng, who had originally felt that he was very weak now, suddenly figured it out.

What is the point of this difficulty, isn't it just that he is trapped in the statue of the god of decay, at least he is still alive.

At the same time, our Ouyang landlord found a rare conscience and began to comfort the tragic man who was suffering for his life.

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Simon Shuai's house.

Ouyang Feng's image in the soup bowl: "Don't be sad, everything will pass, from the grinding, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, how can you see the rainbow if you don't experience wind and rain"

Ximen Shuai didn't expect this "devil" to come with such a comforting word.

Ximen Shuai has been watching this "devil" for so long, and he has not hurt himself, so he gradually relaxed his vigilance and his tone relaxed.

Ximen Shuai looked at Ouyang Feng's image and said, "Thank you"

Ouyang Feng: "You're welcome"

Ximen Shuai pondered for a while and said, "Are you the devil?"

After Ouyang Feng heard this, all his previous sympathy for Ximen Shuai turned into ashes and disappeared.

"You are the devil, and your whole family is the devil. I am an immortal, although I am not a god, but I am still an immortal, how can you compare me with those devils" Ouyang Feng scolded with awe.

Ximen Shuai relaxed a little and asked, "Then what kind of immortal are you?"

Ouyang Feng coughed: "I am the deputy god in charge of 'fate'" Ouyang Feng made a little modification in his words.

Isn't this god of decay in charge of "fate", it's just that the god of decay is in charge of "bad luck", and it is not a lie to say that he is the deputy god in charge of fate.

When Ximen Shuai heard that Ouyang Feng was actually the god in charge of fate, he was immediately excited, and Ximen Shuai felt that his new life was coming.

To be continued

If there is anything that is not well written, something that is not satisfactory, book friends can mention it in the comments.

Yun Lingzi can only say that he will try his best to write a good urban talisman doctor.