"What is it?" Wang Qiyi slowly rolled his neck, regained his composure and asked, "Will it scare people so much that they can't even sleep? If the captain doesn't come, it's just the two of us, is that okay?"
Although he didn't know why he could fall asleep so quickly without any worries, but now that reinforcements had been brought in, he was naturally more confident. What could be scary?
If you really can't do it, just run away, how can you be eaten alive by a little kid?
Xie Chonglou opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer.
Then I thought that different races may have different ways of thinking.
Anyway, when it was me who was responsible for following a very difficult extraordinary case, I really wouldn't be so relaxed that I could fall asleep on the scene...
"No wonder the captain asked me to come here first to keep an eye on him." After listening to Wang Qiyi's explanation of the cause and effect and the few words he heard from the corner in the community, Xie Zhonglou's dark but attractive face showed an expression of sudden realization.
The rich facial expressions diluted the strong cold aura on his body, "Qi Yi, the things we see that look like spider silk are called silk shadows, which are an energy medium."
He was not used to dealing with living people, and he had never brought a newbie with him. He didn't know how to explain it. He could only use an analogy: "It's like...making stuffing in a plush toy. It's a kind of shimmering realm." The fruits on the tree are usually used to fill...well, they are used to fix the soul when the body does not match..."
Wang Qiyi was confused when he heard that, and he raised his head and asked: "Just tell me what the hell that kid is, a paper puppet?"
"It should be, but we can't make a conclusion yet." Xie Zhonglou secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he finally didn't have to rack his brains to explain.
If you ask for information about attracting souls, I can talk about it eloquently, but when it comes to things like witchcraft and Gu, I understand it in my heart but it is difficult to explain it to Mengxin in detail.
"What does that have to do with borrowing life? A paper puppet needs to borrow someone's life and luck to survive?"
"Uh... that family probably doesn't know that the child is not a human being." Xie Zhonglou took out a small bronze mirror from his pocket and said in a low voice: "The 'master' they say is the mastermind behind the scenes. The so-called giving to the child Borrowing a life is also an excuse for being deceived into being a gunman. In fact, the child is just a medium. After the ceremony is completed, the borrowed life and luck are transferred to the mastermind behind the scenes."
I'll wipe it!
Can you still play like this?
Wang Qiyi poked his head out of the bushes and looked downstairs at No. 7. The old lady couldn't resist the crying grandson who was rolling on the floor, so she went upstairs cursing, leaving the skinny old man sitting on the steps looking at his mobile phone.
The little boy climbed up and down the fitness equipment, as if he was full of energy.
"They just borrowed someone else's healthy body three days ago, and the energy absorbed by the ritual operation has not yet been transferred, so the monks can see at a glance the shadows on the child that have not had time to shrink back. If we come here one day later, even if we are You can’t see any difference, which is why you heard the old lady saying she wouldn’t go out for a few days.”
"But if too much external energy is absorbed, the little boy's body cannot be completely transferred and is in an overflow state. He will be very energetic and unwilling to stop for a moment. The building space is small, and he will definitely not want to stay at home but will cry for help. Come downstairs and run and jump to work off your energy.”
"Once the energy transfer is completed and the silk shadow is taken back, it will look like an ordinary person. But after a short time, the energy contained in the silk shadow to support the operation of the body will gradually become scarce, and he will become sick again and need a new round of rituals to absorb external energy.”
Xie Chonglou sat by the flower pond and pretended to use his mobile phone, but he was actually writing and drawing with cinnabar on the small bronze mirror. It looked like some kind of "power-on ceremony."
Seeing the curiosity in his eyes, he explained: "Activate it with the talisman, which can temporarily serve as a mirror for looking at monsters. In order not to alert others, we must first find out the details and see if the child is actually a paper puppet."
"What do you mean by being afraid of death and being bound?" Wang Qiyi blinked. He felt that there were too many knowledge points that he had to learn to get started. He was a little worried that the bastard's brain capacity was small and he would be in trouble if he forgot while learning.
"The role of the child is to directly absorb energy through rituals. He has no living breath. If you want to transfer the borrowed lifespan and fortune to the behind-the-scenes terminal, you need the blood of a living person as a transit."
While activating the bronze mirror, he guessed: "For the elderly, health and longevity are the biggest temptation. The master probably lied to them and said that whoever is bound to his grandson can share the borrowed life and luck. The old man I’m afraid of dying and rushing to bind, but I also want a piece of the pie.”
The process of activating the bronze mirror was quite complicated. Wang Qiyi hid behind Xie Chongyang and peeked secretly, still sighing in his heart: He looked at a child who was obviously jumping around, but he was not a living person.
The methods of these monks in other worlds are really hard to guard against.
"Butterfly! I caught it!" The little boy climbed up and down to play with great interest. When he saw a butterfly flying by, he jumped up and caught it.
Then his eyes radiated with excitement, he tore off the wings in three swipes, stuffed the remaining body into his mouth and chewed it.
"I'm so stupid!" Wang Qiyi suddenly retracted his neck into his shell and said angrily: "It's so sudden, he actually eats bugs!"
Xie Zhonglou's expression hardened upon hearing this, and his body became a little stiff.
"Qi Yi, we may have made a mistake." He carefully hid the activated bronze mirror in his hand and slowly focused on the little boy who was shouting excitedly through the sparse branches. "He is not a paper puppet!"
Paper puppets are not interested in food, let alone swallowing alive living creatures with blood.
Wang Qiyi saw that the expression on his dark face was ugly, and he carefully looked at the picture reflected in the bronze mirror. The next second, he felt that the bastard's shell was numb. He stretched his neck and retched several times and almost vomited out his breakfast.
"yue~what is that?!"
"Ghost fetus." Xie Zhonglou answered simply and neatly, his eyes twitching as he looked at the picture reflected in the bronze mirror.
The little boy in the mirror looked nothing like a human being.
The thin body and broken limbs were huddled together, looking like a deformed fetus that had not yet stretched out; the left eye socket was empty, and the bloodshot right eyeball drooped outside the orbit; the nose and mouth were not yet formed, with only two irregularities. There was a hole in the hole, and something black and scarlet could be seen squirming inside.
Countless black sticky tentacles protrude from the back of the neck, as if grabbing the energy in the air to eat, constantly grabbing and stuffing it into the mouth...
Wang Qiyi shivered in his shell, "Is it similar to Zi Mu Ji Sha?"
Needless to say, the painting style of training in another world is too disgusting and weird. From the ferocious mother-in-law to the ghost fetus, all thanks to the support of his peers, he now feels that the insect is okay, at least it looks like a serious thing.
"Of course it's different. Do you know about raising little ghosts?" Xie Zhonglou put away the bronze mirror, took out his mobile phone and started to shake people in the group, explaining in a low voice: "Raising little ghosts usually means adopting the souls of children who died young and relying on each other. Use the energy generated by your resentment to bless your luck."
"Ghost fetuses are a dark and advanced version of raising imps. The imps raised can only hide in places where the sun is not shining. The conditions are harsh, so the range that can be covered is usually fixed, and they cannot follow the owner around anytime and anywhere."
"So someone came up with the crooked idea of stuffing the ghost's soul into the corpse that had just expired and then stabilizing it with complex secret methods. It was equivalent to a different kind of resurrecting the soul. It was not afraid of the sun and could be like a living person. This formed the earliest version of the ghost fetus, or what is called ghost fetus. A walking corpse would be more appropriate.”
"But people's greed and desire are unlimited. Walking corpses are a troublesome maintenance problem in the later period of the magpie's nest, and it won't take long for a corpse to rot and be replaced with a new one. Slowly, external evil spirits will come up with new methods. ——Raising a ghost fetus is no longer a living thing in the mother's body and begins to condense Yin Qi."
