On the cultivation scroll recording soul tricks, Freud once read a record, which clearly records that in addition to step-by-step, there is another way to learn soul tricks:
Assist in the practice of soul tricks by killing and absorbing the special energy of the dead.
In fact, there are many restrictions on this means, which may lead to their own degeneration due to the chaotic energy of the dead.
Moreover, the trick of absorbing souls from the dead must be consistent with the abilities of the dead themselves.
For example, if a dead soul can only possess the ability of "attachment", the first soul trick learned by absorbing the dead soul through special methods can only be attachment.
The most important thing is that the effect of the soul trick absorbed is not necessarily good. It is better to practice by yourself, have more choices and avoid degeneration.
Freud had never considered this approach before.
But now he heard about Mrs. Sheila, the spider undead.
The spider undead is a special undead. The so-called special undead represents that they have a special place different from the ordinary undead. Perhaps they have a stronger impact on the material world, or have a special ability to distinguish the ordinary undead.
The soul trick absorbed by killing special undead is most likely the other party's special ability, and the intensity will be much stronger than ordinary soul trick!
Of course, the chaotic energy brought by special undead will be more turbulent, and the probability of corruption will be higher.
But what Freud was most afraid of was degeneration.
There is a reincarnation Overture, even if it is degenerated, it can pull him back. However, if you can not degenerate or not, if you really degenerate, you will not only waste white light bullets, but also your absorption ability will not return.
Because of the particularity of the spider undead, the Libra in Freud's heart began to shift.
Angel can naturally see Freud's mind. In fact, he prefers to let Freud break through the soul trick with special undead. However, the final decision still needs Freud's own decision.
Angel: "since you have this idea, you might as well wait a while. See what special abilities this spider undead has."
Floyd nodded, "OK."
In the following period of time, angel and Fred lived temporarily in a forest keeper's wooden house that could see the direction of the castle in the highland behind the lake bank.
In order to avoid the induction of special undead, angel and Fred did not use energy, but sat quietly and waited.
In a flash, two days have passed.
Fred pushed open the door of the wooden house. It was very sunny. Under the sunshine, you can smell the water vapor and wood fragrance in the air.
Fred stood at the door and looked at the Star Lake Castle in the distance.
It is still as towering and calm as before, adding a bit of silence against the background of the shadow of the trees.
Looking at such a castle, Fred raised doubts again: will the spider undead really come? What we see and hear in the talent test is the spiritual world touch of a higher dimension. Can this touch really be reflected in reality?
"Gabble --"
As Fred looked into the distance, a dark shadow suddenly flashed through the mountains and woods, startling a burst of birds. The shadow's speed is very fast and the direction is straight to the wooden house.
When the shadow was about to hit the door, Floyd deflected his body, and the shadow immediately ran into it.
As the shadow came into the house, bursts of chirps filled the room.
When Fred looked back, he saw that the dark shadow had come to angel, stopped on his palm and revealed his body - a small gray feathered seabird.
It was Toby who had slept for many days and rarely let out.
Toby chirped, as if talking about something. Although Freud has had a lot of contact with Toby, the bird's language still has no progress. We can only hear that Toby is very excited.
Thinking that Toby was released to explore the movements of the dead at high altitude, Fred couldn't help brightening his eyes: could it be that Toby saw the trace of the dead spider?
Fred looked at angel, and only angel, who was full of birds, could hear what Toby wanted to say.
"He didn't see the dead spider. The reason why he was so excited was simply because..." angel paused and lowered his voice a little: "there's no greya here."
Toby thought he would be very carefree in the wilderness of dreams. At first, he did. He wandered around with Atlas every day. However, one day later, Gloria also knew the existence of the wilderness of dreams and entered the wilderness of dreams.
Since then, Toby has fallen into the nightmare of reality training and dream wilderness training.
It was not easy for angel to leave the savage cave. Toby returned to reality. Without greya's tiger mother education, he was naturally very excited. Even flying in the withered mountain forest makes it very happy.
As the actual manager of Chuxin City, Fred naturally knows how strict greya is with Toby... It can be said that the stone pillar Colosseum in the south of the city is basically covered by greya.
Therefore, Freud also understood Toby's mentality: "Alas, it's not easy."
When he heard Freud's help, Toby flew to his side and shouted a few times.
Angel shook his head and said after laughing, "although Toby didn't see the dead spider and didn't feel any changes nearby, he told me that there was a slight change in the mountain forest in his spiritual sense."
"Change?" Fred didn't understand.
Toby chattered, but Fred couldn't understand a word, so he had to turn to angel again.
"Some creatures have abnormal behaviors. For example, when natural enemies meet, they no longer struggle and nest in their nests; rat ants begin to dig deeper and disappear, and the middle and lower sections of the ecological closed loop are obviously isolated."
Fred: what does that mean
Angel: "I don't know yet, but it's vaguely clear that there may be more manic predators coming."
Predators? There was a flash of condensation in Fred's eyes. Although many animals and insects have no intelligence, in the spiritual world, the information they can feel is more deep and pure.
Their response, to a large extent, feeds back some information to the outside world.
If, according to angel's inference, there are more manic marauders... Will it be Mrs. Sheila coming?
Angel could see what Fred was thinking. While stroking Toby's soft feathers, he said, "wait a minute. If there is a significant change in the atmosphere of the mountains and forests, as Toby said, it is not far from the time of change."
"At most tomorrow, the answer will emerge."
……
In the secret basement of Xinghu castle, little sam is sorting out the precious authentic works collected by his mother.
While cleaning up the dust on the tarpaulin of the painting the wanderer in the rye, he explained the story outside the painting to ADA at the other end.
ADA was fascinated.
Little Sam likes ADA's simplicity and kindness very much, so he is also happy to share these stories with ADA.
As time went by, ADA also began to help little sam clean up the dust and place the authentic works.
When the clock in the basement began to ring Dangdang, Little Sam put down his work.
"It's already six o'clock. I'll go out to cook first and continue later." Little Sam said.
ADA nodded. He knew that little Sam was human and needed food to eat.
Yada followed little sam, left the basement and entered the corridor on the first floor.
"Will you follow me to the kitchen or play by yourself first?" Asked little Sam.
ADA was naturally willing to follow little sam, but when he was ready to answer, a strange wave came into his ear silently.
"Brother Sam, i... I'm a little unstable these days. I may have to go back to the house to rest for a while and recover."
Little Sam has read a lot of books related to the soul during this period. Naturally, he understands how terrible spiritual instability is for the dead, and may even degenerate. Therefore, he asked nervously, "why is there spiritual instability? Is there a way to solve it?"
ADA lowered his head and avoided Little Sam's nervous eyes: "the death of Xinghu castle is very heavy. I was infected with too much death in a short time, so there were signs of spiritual instability."
Little Sam: "why don't we go to Mr. pat, he... He should be able to help you stabilize your spirit?"
ADA shook his head: "no, my spirit body doesn't need an adult's hand. I just need to sleep for a while and have a rest to return to normal."
As he spoke, ADA walked upstairs.
Little sam hurriedly followed: "really, just need to rest?"
ADA nodded and read it out in detail according to the sound in her ear: "yes. Lord Pat has arranged a special force field in my room and sunny's room. When we rest, the power of the soul will slowly recover."
Although little sam knew something about witches, he didn't know anything about the means of witches. He believed Yada when he heard that there was a special force field in the room. Because he had seen Shanni's room before. After closing the door, a strange light pattern appeared on the door. It is said that no one can open it except Mr. pat and Shanni. It is like an inscription space, forming an independent defense small world.
Mr. pat also arranged it in Yada's room, which may be the special force field in his mouth.
ADA stood in front of the bedroom door: "I'll have a rest first. Maybe I can wake up in a day or two. During this period... It's best not to disturb me."
Little sam nodded. It was about ADA's soul. He naturally didn't dare to move.
ADA: "then I'll go in."
After Yada entered the door, he hesitated and wanted to say something: "brother Sam..."
Before he could say anything, the door closed itself.
As the door was closed, the same light patterns as sunny's room appeared on the door panel, and the partition immediately appeared inside and outside the room. Neither sound nor energy can meet again.
Yada, standing in the middle of the room, looked down with regret.
"Don't worry. Before the adult left, he reminded little Sam. even if you didn't give a warning, in fact, he has doubts in his heart these days." Fred's voice echoed in the room.
ADA: will brother Sam be safe
"Yes, you'll sleep and see him again." At the end of the conversation, Fred's voice gradually disappeared from the room
ADA sighed and looked out of the window. I don't know when the wind suddenly blew.
The trees nearby swayed in the wind. Looking through the gauze curtain, they looked like ghosts, revealing ferocious claws and teeth.
"I hope it's all right." ADA murmured, climbed to the exquisite bed, put on the login, and fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, little sam, outside the door, meditated for a moment before stepping away and walking towards the kitchen.
As he passed the terrace, little sam heard a whistling wind.
Little sam opened the door, went to the terrace on the third floor, leaned against the railing and looked into the distance.
At this time, it is dusk and nearly dusk. According to the previous sky phenomena, there should be a trace of dusk rosy in the sky. But now standing on the terrace and looking out, I can't see any rosy color, only black clouds rolling.
Originally, the black cloud was very low, and the Xinghu castle was on the hillside. The black cloud in the sky seemed to be close in front of us.
The surging clouds reflected in Little Sam's pupils, and the black cloud was so close that it almost suppressed him into a suffocating frog.
With the cold mountain haze blowing from above, little sam's heart beat up inexplicably.
"I always feel that something bad is about to happen." Such a message suddenly flashed through little sam's consciousness. It seems to be born out of nowhere, and it seems to be warning little sam of danger.
Little sam's throat moved, and a memory fragment appeared in the memory box.
——Then we'll go first. Pay attention to your safety.
This is what Mr. pat said when he left. Little sam always felt that he meant something. It always came to his mind these days.
Now think back again.
Is there really any danger? Otherwise, why did Mr. pat deliberately remind him to pay attention to safety?
"I should just scare myself. All the dead here have been eliminated by Mr. pat. It will be fine." Little Sam said to himself, "even if it's really dangerous, it's nothing more than a thief and beast. There's a mechanism at the door. It should be no problem."
Little sam turned around and didn't want to feel the pressure outside.
The moment he crossed the terrace and stepped into the corridor.
The memory box was opened again, and a strange memory fragment emerged: his talent test in Mr. Pat's room.
With strong colors, these fragments gradually fainted and scattered, leaving a picture at last.
The woman's face pasted on the window and the dancing spider feet in the dark world outside.
"Mrs. Sheila..." Little Sam's heart pounded: "no, she really came to the door?"
What if Mrs. Sheila really comes to the door and he's alone... What?
Little sam rubbed the back of some cold hands, unwilling to think about the results. As if it were just a fantasy, walk quickly through the dark corridor.
But before he took a few steps, a strange laughter suddenly sounded from behind.
Little sam turned round one by one, and there was no shadow behind him. Only one window could see the outside. The shadows of the trees swayed and the dark wind roared.
Little sam whispered: "it should be just the wind. Don't think too much, don't think too much..."
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