In the spiritual scroll recording soul tricks, Froud once read a record, which clearly recorded that in addition to step-by-step learning of soul tricks, there is another method:
By killing and absorbing the special energy of the dead, you can assist in practicing soul tricks.
In fact, this method has many limitations, and it is very likely that the chaotic energy in the undead will lead to its own corruption.
Moreover, the soul tricks obtained by absorbing the undead must be consistent with the abilities of the undead themselves.
For example, if an undead only has the ability to 'possess', then if the undead is absorbed through a special method, the first soul trick learned can only be possession.
The most important thing is that the soul tricks absorbed may not be very effective. It is better to practice on your own, you have more choices, and you can avoid falling.
Flood had never considered using this method before.
However, now he heard about Mrs. Silla who turned into a spider and became an undead spirit.
Spider undead are special undead. The so-called special undead means that they have something special that is different from ordinary undead. Perhaps they have a stronger influence on the material world, or they have special abilities that distinguish them from ordinary undead.
The soul tricks absorbed by killing special undead are most likely the opponent's special abilities, and their intensity will be much stronger than ordinary soul tricks!
Of course, the chaotic energy brought by the special undead will be more turbulent, and the chance of corruption will also increase.
But what happened to be that Froud was least afraid of was falling.
With the prelude to reincarnation, even if he has fallen, he can be brought back. However, it is better not to fall if you can. If you really fall, you will not only waste the white light bullets, but the absorbed ability will not be returned.
Just because he considered the special nature of the undead spider, the scales in Froud's heart began to shift.
Angel could naturally see what Flood was thinking. He actually preferred to let Flood use special undead to break through the soul trick. However, the final decision still needed to be made by Flood himself.
Angel: "Since you have this intention, you might as well wait for a while. Let's see what special abilities this undead spider has."
Flood nodded: "Okay."
In the next period of time, Angel and Frode temporarily lived in a forest guard's cabin on the high ground behind the lake shore, which could see the direction of the castle.
In order to prevent the special undead from being too strong to come, Angel and Froud did not use their energy, but sat quietly and waited.
Time flies, and two days have passed.
Froude opened the door of the wooden house, and the weather was very sunny. Under the sunshine, you can smell the water vapor and woody fragrance in the air.
Froud stood at the door and looked at the Star Lake Castle in the distance.
It is still as majestic and calm as ever, and with the shadow of the trees, it also adds a bit of silence.
Looking at such a castle, Froud once again had doubts in his heart: Will the undead spiders really come? What we see and hear in the talent test are touches from the spiritual world of a higher dimension. Can this kind of touch really be reflected in reality?
"Jigujigu——"
When Froude was looking into the distance, a black shadow suddenly flashed across the forest, startling a flock of birds. The black shadow was moving extremely fast, pointing directly at the wooden house.
Just as the shadow was about to hit the door, Froud shifted his body, and the shadow immediately rushed inside.
As the black shadow came into the house, there were bursts of screams.
Froude looked back, only to see that the black shadow had already arrived in front of Angel, stopped on his palm, and revealed his figure - a small seabird with gray feathers.
It was Toby who had been sleeping for many days and rarely had a break.
Toby chirped, seeming to be talking about something. Although Frode has had quite a lot of contact with Toby, the birdsong still shows no improvement, and it can only be heard that Toby is very excited.
Thinking that Toby was released just to detect the movements of the undead at high altitudes, Froud couldn't help but his eyes lit up: Could it be that Toby saw traces of the undead that turned into spiders?
Froude looked at Angel, and only Angel, who had a full level of Birdsong, could hear what Toby wanted to say.
"It didn't see the undead spider. The reason why it was so excited was simply because..." Angel paused and lowered his voice a bit: "There is no Greya here."
Toby originally thought that he would be very carefree in the Wilderness of Dreams, and that was indeed the case at first. He followed Turas and wandered around every day. However, one day later, Greya also learned about the existence of the Dream Wilderness and entered the Dream Wilderness.
Since then, Toby has fallen into a nightmare of training in reality and training in the wilderness of dreams.
Angel finally left the Savage Cave, and Toby returned to reality. Without the education of Graya's tiger mother, he was naturally very excited. Even flying in the withered mountain forest makes it extremely happy.
As the actual manager of Chuxin City, Flood naturally knew how harsh Greia was to Toby... It can be said that the Stone Pillar Colosseum in the south of the city was basically taken over by Greya.
Therefore, Flood also understood Toby's mentality: "Well, it's not easy either."
Hearing Frode's support, Toby also flew to his side, chirped a few times, and expressed his feelings.
Angel shook his head, laughed, and said: "Although Toby did not see the undead spiders, nor did he feel any undead movements nearby. But he told me that in his spiritual sense, there was a slight change in this mountain forest. .”
"Change?" Froude was puzzled.
Toby started chattering, but Froud couldn't understand a word, so he had to turn to Angel again.
"Some creatures have exhibited abnormal behavior. For example, natural enemies meet but no longer fight, and they each nest in their nests; rats and ants begin to dig deeper holes and disappear, and the middle and lower sections of the ecological closed loop are obviously isolated."
Flood: "What does that mean?"
Angel: "I don't know yet, but I can vaguely see that there may be more manic predators coming soon."
Predator? There was a flash of concentration in Froud's eyes. Although many animals and insects have no intelligence, in the spiritual world, the information they can feel is more profound and pure.
Their reactions, to a large extent, feed back some kind of information to the outside world.
If according to Angel's deduction, there are more manic predators...then will it be Lady Silla who is coming?
Angel could see what Flood was thinking. While stroking Toby's soft feathers, he said, "Wait a little longer. If, as Toby said, the atmosphere in the forest has changed significantly, then The time for change is not far away.”
"Tomorrow at most, the answer will emerge."
…
In the secret basement of Star Lake Castle, little Sam is sorting out his mother's collection of valuable authentic works.
While cleaning up the dust on the oilcloth covering the painting "Wanderer in the Wheat Field", he explained the story inside and outside the painting to Ada at the other end.
Ada listened with great fascination.
Little Sam liked Ada's simplicity and kindness very much, so he was happy to share these little stories with Ada.
As time passed, Ada also began to help little Sam clean up the dust and place the original works.
When the clock in the basement started to ring "dang, dang, dang", little Sam put down what he was doing.
"It's already six o'clock. I'll go out to cook first and continue later." Little Sam said.
Ada nodded. He understood that little Sam was a human being and needed food to satisfy his hunger.
Ada followed little Sam step by step, leaving the basement and entering the corridor on the first floor.
"Would you like to follow me to the kitchen, or play by yourself first?" Little Sam asked.
Ada was naturally willing to follow little Sam, but just when he was about to answer, a strange fluctuation came to his ears silently.
"Brother Sam, I...my spirit body has been 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 soul-related books during this period, and naturally understands how terrible the instability of the spirit body is for the undead, and it may even lead to corruption. Therefore, he asked nervously: "Why is the spirit body unstable? Is there a way to solve it?"
Yada lowered his head and avoided Little Sam's nervous eyes: "The death energy in Star Lake Castle is very heavy. I was contaminated with too much death energy in a short period of time, so I showed signs of instability in my spirit body."
Little Sam: "How about we go find Mr. Pat, he... he should be able to help you stabilize your spirit body, right?"
Ada shook his head: "No, my spirit body is not to the point where I need adults to take action. I just need to sleep for a while and rest to return to normal."
As he spoke, Ada walked upstairs.
Little Sam quickly followed up: "Really, it's okay if you just need to rest?"
Ada nodded and read out exactly what he heard from his ears: "Yes. Mr. Pat arranged a special force field in Shanni and I's room. When we were resting, The power of the soul will slowly recover."
Although little Sam knew something about the wizard, he had no idea about the wizard's methods. He also believed Ada 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, strange light patterns appeared on the door. It is said that no one can open it except Mr. Pat and Shanni himself. It is like an inscription space inside. , forming an independent small world of defense.
Mr. Pat also arranged it in Ada's room, which may be the special force field he mentioned.
Yada stood in front of the bedroom door: "I'm going to rest first. I may 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, so he naturally didn't dare to act rashly.
Ada: "Then I'm going in."
After Yada entered the door, he hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something: "Brother Seme..."
Before the words were spoken, the door closed by itself.
As the door was closed, the same light pattern as in Shanni's room appeared on the door panel, and a partition immediately appeared between the inside and outside of the room. Neither sound nor energy can intersect anymore.
Ada, who stood in the center of the room, lowered his head with regret.
"Don't worry. Before you left, my lord, you warned little Sam. Even if you didn't warn him, he has already had doubts in his mind in the past few days." Froude's voice echoed in the room.
Yada: "Will Brother Sam be safe?"
"Yes, you will see him again after you sleep." After saying this, Froude's voice gradually disappeared from the room.
Ada sighed and glanced outside the window. At some point, the wind suddenly picked up.
The nearby big trees were swaying in the wind. Looking through the gauze curtain, they looked like ghosts, revealing their ferocious claws and claws.
"I hope it's okay." Yada murmured to himself, climbed onto the exquisite bed, put on the login device, and fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, little Sam, who was outside the door, pondered for a moment at the door before walking toward the kitchen.
As he passed the terrace, little Sam heard a whistling wind.
Little Sam opened the door and walked to the terrace on the third floor, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.
It was almost dusk at this time, and according to past celestial phenomena, there should still be a hint of dusk red in the sky. But now when I stand on the terrace and look out, I can't see any clouds, only black clouds.
The dark clouds were already very low, and Xinghu Castle was on the mountainside, so the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be right in front of us.
The surging clouds and mist reflected in little Sam's pupils. The black clouds were so close that they almost suppressed him and turned him into a suffocating frog.
Coupled with the cold mountain mist blowing from high places, little Sam's heart beat inexplicably.
"I always feel like something bad is about to happen." Such a piece of information suddenly flashed through little Sam's consciousness. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and it seemed to be warning little Sam of danger.
Little Sam's throat moved, and a fragment of memories appeared in the memory box.
——Then we will leave first, please pay attention to your safety.
These were the words Mr. Pat said when he left. Little Sam always felt that he meant something, and it always came to mind these days.
Now I think about it again.
Is there really any danger? Otherwise, why would Mr. Pat specifically remind him to pay attention to safety?
"I should just scare myself. All the undead here have been eliminated by Mr. Pat. Everything will be fine." Little Sam said to himself: "Even if there is real danger, it is nothing more than thieves and wild beasts. There is a trap at the door. should be no problem."
Little Sam turned around, unwilling to feel the pressure outside anymore.
The moment he crossed the terrace and stepped into the corridor.
The memory box was opened again, and a bizarre memory fragment emerged: he was in Mr. Pat's room, conducting a talent test.
These fragments, with their intense colors, gradually fade away, leaving only a single image in the end.
The woman's face pasted on the window, and the spider's legs dancing in the dark world outside.
"Mrs. Silla..." Little Sam's heartbeat thumped: "Could it be that she really came to the door?"
What if Mrs. Silla really comes to the door and he is alone...?
Little Sam rubbed the back of his cold hands, unwilling to think deeply about the consequences. Thinking that this was just a fantasy, he walked quickly through the dark corridor.
But before he could take a few steps, a strange laughter suddenly sounded from behind.
Little Sam turned around, but there was no shadow behind him. There was only one window that could see the outside, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the wind was howling.
Little Sam murmured: "It should just be the sound of wind, don't think too much, don't think too much..."
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