The sound was as sharp as nails scraping against glass, like thin needles being inserted into Fang Xian's head.
He pressed his forehead, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and listened carefully to the noise.
gradually.
In front of him, the illusory black mist was finally broken through by a certain existence.
It was a terrifying big bird that made people feel fear and despair at the sight of it.
The dark flames were woven into its broken feathers. On its huge body, where the feathers could not cover it, there was an irregular layer of filthy scales.
Its pair of wings, which resembled bat wings, were now open with obvious deformities, as if someone had broken them off.
When this huge creature spread its wings, Fang Xian felt the harsh scream in his ears, which suddenly became much clearer.
From among them, some vague murmurs came one after another:
"Bird with broken wings...pain..."
"Wake up... wake up..."
Fang Xian was a little confused, and his eyes suddenly focused, and Love's figure appeared in front of him: "I...what's wrong?"
"You suddenly fell into a state of delirium just now. I almost thought that you had lost your mind and could not be saved." Love let out a long sigh, but at this time his movements were very inelegant. He raised his right hand high, as if Fang Xian was not there yet.
When he wakes up, he is about to give him a slap.
"Loss of sanity?"
Fang Xian murmured, recalling his previous state, something was indeed wrong.
"This is what our investigators often encounter. Most of them can be recovered, but some are permanent, and they will become complete lunatics and have no choice but to be imprisoned in the Back Mountain Lunatic Asylum..." Love sighed.
"What did I just...do?"
Fang Xian looked at his right hand and saw that he was holding a pen.
"You are...creating!"
Love pointed to a line of words, which was written in the margin of his three-line poem:
'The broken-winged bird is my name, eating your pain to feed my heart.'
"A bird with broken wings that feeds on pain?"
Fang Xian looked at Love.
"Don't look at me. This is what you wrote. There should be no such person in the investigators' information I have read..." Love shook his head: "How do you feel now? Do you want a shot of sedative?"
"
"I'm okay, I feel... this is what we are looking for, that frequency, the method of transforming mental power into specific bullets and firing them with three lines of poetry... Of course, different firearms require different bullets, so
This spirit of transformation should only be suitable for the incantation of these three lines!"
Fang Xian expressed his feelings: "The 'power' contained in these three lines of poetry is similar to the 'bird with broken wings'... it should come from the same source of power!"
"Why... do you think they come from a source of power, rather than the three lines coming from a broken-winged bird?" Love looked serious and asked a key question.
"Intuition..." Fang Xian thought for a while and said: "I feel that this kind of bird is probably at the level of a servant...it is not even close to the edge of a great existence..."
"Your inspiration... is a bit too high..." Love said with a tangled expression: "Can you synesthetize and foresee some scenes? Accepting information that ordinary people cannot accept... is too dangerous."
"But... there's always something to gain, isn't there?"
Fang Xian smiled: "In the future... we can use these spells to fight."
"No, no, its danger has not been confirmed... A lot of research is still needed. In fact... until the moment of real danger, we recommend that investigators use technology instead of supernatural forces to fight..."
Love shook his head quickly.
"Okay...experiment, experiment!"
Fang Xian was a little eager to try: "Do you need me to use a spell?"
"It's not necessary at the moment. You are too excited. You need to rest and do another sanity assessment." Love said with a straight face and drove Fang Xian out of the laboratory.
…
'Alas... the investigators are too cautious on the extraordinary path...'
Lying in his room, Fang Xian sighed: "But the extraordinary power of this world tends to be dark, so it is also a good thing to be cautious!"
"Sure enough...it was admitted that it is indeed a supernatural power, a spell? Is it the way of this world?"
"This world does not seem to have the concept of extraordinary professions? Investigators are not extraordinary professions, but the persistence of ordinary people... Are they going to pursue some evil organizations?"
"However, most of them are chased and beaten by investigators, and their strength is even worse..."
"I'm afraid... I have to accept that there is no specific extraordinary profession in this world. Without profession, there is no clear system and clear method of improvement... Sure enough, chaos and darkness are the themes of supernatural power?"
"This is not possible. Should I integrate a profession or a system myself? Use spells to fight, recite poems, and... be called a 'bard'? Or a 'writer'?"
Fang Xian thought wildly for a while, then took a deep breath and chanted softly: "The bird with broken wings is my name, eating your pain to feed my heart..."
There was silence in the room, nothing out of the ordinary.
"No response? No...it's the state of my chanting that's wrong...the broken-winged bird needs pain, my own pain!"
Fang Xian started directly and pinched himself hard.
In the moment of severe physical pain, he felt an inexplicable change in his mental strength.
Becoming sharper and darker...but also easier to control.
If you recite the immortal poem at this time, you should be able to launch your spirit and harm the enemy.
"But... the pain is not enough. This level... can't even compare to Simpson's day..."
Fang Xian recalled it again and discovered the problem: "More...pain is needed! And...what is more painful than the physical body is mental pain!"
There is some desire in his heart, and he seems to be ready to pursue this power at all costs, even if he hurts himself or destroys his own spirit.
In the darkness, there seemed to be invisible eyes that opened and murmured:
'Only pain can lead to contact with greatness!'
'Only darkness can involve the supernatural!'
'Come on... accept it... enhance it...'
'You will achieve immortality!'
"I got your sister..." Fang Xian complained, his eyes instantly sobered up, he looked around, everything was normal, he couldn't help but touched his chin: "That's not right... If I continue to practice like this, I really like to hurt myself.
I’m so crazy... The supernatural powers in this world... are so screwed up!"