Chapter 21: The Shadow of the Carp in the Midnight
At the moment when the Nailhead Noodles were sacrificed, in a house in the east of the city dozens of streets away from Zhikarizhen, a young carp man suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and two wisps of black smoke emerged.
The cold moonlight came in from the window, and the four walls shone in white, and the spider webs in the corners were swaying in the night wind. The carp man twisted his neck, looking as if through many high walls, looking in the direction of the inn. He was silent
He stood up breathlessly, opened the door, and walked into the empty street like a ghost, his gray-white scales trembling like decaying wrinkles...
In the inn, Zhi Shouzhen drew a Zhuyou array diagram on the ground with his essence and blood, and began to practice the second soul technique - the ecstasy silk.
Among the many soul-blessing techniques, the ecstasy silk is extremely special. It can be regarded as an upper method, a middle method, or a lower method. Its power depends on the last step of refining - the incantation word. There are no rules for the incantation word.
, it is up to the caster to decide. According to "Thirteen Records of Zhutian", the more bizarre and rare the words uttered by the caster, the stronger the power of the ecstasy silk, but the spell-inducing words cannot be made up randomly.
The words must be accurate, otherwise it will not have the effect of confusing the mind.
Zhikarizhen glanced at Mengmengda on the bed and made a decision in his heart.
He picked out eighteen kinds of witchcraft materials, including eyebrow grass, burning bone fruit, black clam blood, bee peach juice, and arrowhead eyes. He selected the proportions and mixed them into a bowl of sticky, smelly slurry. Then he pulled out a hair and soaked it.
Among them, after one stick of incense, the hair changed color, like a transparent crystal thread. Zhikarizhen placed the hair in the center of the array, and stepped on the hair from the four directions of due east, due south, due west, and due north.
Throw the silk thread three times, spit three times, and recite three witchcraft spells.
Suddenly, a bloody light burst out from the hexagonal corners of the Zhu You Formation, covering the hair. The hair lifted up without any wind and drifted into the air, twisting like a tiny snake. From the hair, a rustling sound could be heard.
There was a soft rustling sound, like the flapping of mosquitoes and flies, like the gnawing of silkworms and ants, and like the whispering of ghosts... After a moment, all the sounds suddenly disappeared, and the hair suddenly straightened, towards the true point of support.
Three times.
Now only the last step of the ritual is left - the incantation.
Zhi Shou really stepped into the center of the formation, pointed the witchcraft with his hand at his hair, and shouted sharply: "Grass mud horse!" He heard Meng Mengda say this word more than once. It was so enigmatic that it is still difficult to understand its meaning. With it
As a spell-inducing word, it can greatly increase the power of the ecstasy silk.
Mengmengda woke up from her dream, got out of the straw mattress, and looked around.
The hair suddenly bounced up and fell into Zhikarizhen's temples, flashing a psychedelic dark red light. Zhikarizhen stretched out his hand and stroked the hair, his mind couldn't help but turbulent, and his mind was in a trance. This ecstasy thread was amazingly perfect.
Supreme Dharma.
"Was it you who was talking just now?" Mengmeng's eyes wandered, and finally fell on Zhikarizhen in disappointment.
Zhikari nodded: "I'll practice a few spells for self-defense. You can continue to sleep."
Mengmeng stayed for a moment, then lay down slumped, huddled in the shadow of the wall. What a delusion, in this world, there would no longer be those familiar voices.
Zhikarizhen stared at her, hesitated for a moment, and took out a few slender white hairs from his arms. These fell from Meng Mengda's body, and he kept them specially because they were related to the last sacrifice tonight——
Spiritual Pet Death Curse.
This is the life-saving secret spell of the witch clan, which can only be practiced once in a lifetime. It uses the spirit, hair or blood of the monster to forcibly cast a spell on it and make it a spiritual pet. Once the caster encounters a fatal danger, the person who casts the spell can be harmed.
It is passed on to the spiritual pet. If the spiritual pet dies, the caster of the spell will also suffer a huge backlash.
"Cute girl, are you not asleep yet?" Zakari coughed lightly.
"Yeah." Mengmengda responded listlessly.
"I think..." Zhikari hesitated to speak. His original intention was to forcefully cast the Spiritual Pet Death Curse while Mengmeng was sleeping. The matter was about to come, but it was difficult to do it. After all, he had suffered
The favor of the monkey spirit.
"What do you want to do in the middle of the night? No, right? Humans and animals have different paths, so don't be so harsh, right?"
"Well, you know that you have a special talent, right? You have been hit by my sword so many times, and your skin has not been scratched. A few nights ago, I saw your hand touching the bonfire, and there was no trace of burns..." p>
"So what? You are such a sinister boy, what are you trying to do?"
"I——" Zhikarizhen's expression suddenly changed. On the street late at night, there was suddenly a slight sound of footsteps, approaching from far away, lingering in the narrow alley.
He immediately stopped talking, ducked to the window, and peered down.
In the empty alley, a lone young and strong carp man seemed to be sleepwalking, dragging a twisted shadow behind him, walking from the entrance to the end of the alley, then walking back silently, wandering again and again.
Zhikari held his breath and observed. Since entering the city, the eight-winged golden cicada has completely quieted down and fallen into hibernation, as if afraid of being noticed by something.
The carp man paced back and forth for a long time, slowly raised his head, and moved his eyes towards the houses on both sides of the alley. Wisps of black mist floated out of his pupils.
Zhikarizhen immediately withdrew his gaze and turned to stick to the wall, feeling puzzled. What was the purpose of this carp man coming here in the middle of the night? Could it be related to the bad omen sensed by the witch spirit?
After a long time, he heard the sound of footsteps again. He leaned to the corner of the window and looked again. The carp man walked out of the alley step by step. With every step he took, a piece of his body peeled off and scattered into a pile of dark dust. He walked far away.
, his entire body turned into fly ash, scattering everywhere, leaving only a pair of worn-out straw sandals on the ground, which were rolled forward by the night wind.
A hint of chill crawled up his back like a cold snake. After thinking hard for a long time, Zhiqiu walked to the bed and looked at Mengmeng Da.
"What on earth do you want to say?" Mengmengda looked at him without blinking.
"Your speech is very special, you are always straightforward, and the words you use are also very strange." Zhikarizhen was silent for a while and said, "Although you are a monkey spirit, I know that you have no ill intentions towards me and you have helped me a lot.
And because of you, I realized the true meaning of swordsmanship."
"But?" Mengmeng flicked her tail, her smart eyes showing a sarcastic light.
"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I can help you." Zhikarizhen asked in a deep voice, grabbing the long sword hanging on the wall. The edge of the sword was as cold as a mirror, reflecting a pair of cold and determined eyes.<
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"I just want to go home. But you can't help me, and no one can help me." Mengmengda looked at Zhikarizhen deeply, "Young man, are you going to kill me?"
She laughed softly, her laughter so pale in the darkness. "If you can kill me, then do it. In fact, I have long been tired of it. When I came to this world, I had nothing. I was alone.
Living is just a long torture."
She leaned over and pressed her neck against the sword's edge. Her eyelashes were like the injured wings of a butterfly, silently hanging down, covering her ruby-like eyes.
Zhikari stared at her quietly, with shadows large and small reflected on the wall, connected together, but clearly far away. Thinking about it carefully, he had always been like this, far away from everyone. Is he tired of it too?
"Is it really a long torture to live alone alone?" He murmured to himself. After a long time, he heard the sound of his sword falling to the ground.
"Since you are not even afraid of death, why not help me once. In return, I will definitely fulfill your wish. No matter where your home is, even if it is broken into the void, I will do my best." Zhikari Zhen spread his arms cutely.
With her little hand, she placed the glistening white hair in her palm.
The little hand remained motionless, as cold as his own. However, after holding it for a long time, both hands would gradually become warmer.
"Are you willing to help me? Even if it costs your life."
"Even if it costs me my life, I still want to go home."