"It's just that such a world, what kind of world can it collide with to form a better impact effect?" Lin Xi frowned, and his eyes quickly drifted over many worlds.
There are many powerful worlds.
But there are very few that are just right.
And among these just-right worlds, one that can have a positive impact on the dream master's world has yet to be found.
Although Lin Xi is the ruler of these worlds.
But they couldn't complete the most perfect pairing between them in just a moment.
If it's so easy, then what's the need for those strict rules of Chaos City? What's the point of a battle of life and death between worlds?
As long as Lin Xi is the master, wouldn't the direct pairing and fusion be the end?
In the final analysis, fate is unpredictable and people's hearts are unpredictable.
If the two are consistent, how can we determine the number?
Sensing Lin Xi's shift in attention, the Master of Jingmeng Sword did not open his mouth, but sent a message to Lin Xi.
"City Lord, what do you think of that world?"
Follow the guidance of the Dream Sword Master.
Part of Lin Xi's spirit transferred to another world and saw a corner of this world.
In the dark basement, a pale-faced young man held a white candlestick with a paranoid expression. He was mixing red paint with human blood that had been taken out from the hospital, and using a large brush, they were stained together. There were writings and drawings on the ground, outlining strange and mysterious runes.
While sketching, the young man muttered various weird and lengthy spells.
Under the weird atmosphere, there seemed to be an ominous atmosphere hanging over it.
The talisman array at his feet had been drawn. The young man took a weak breath, wiped the sweat from his face, and placed a broken antique bowl in the middle of the talisman array.
It turns out that psychic techniques are popular in this world.
Ordinary people can use the objects of the ancients' lovesickness to outline the spiritual formation, summon the souls of the ancients, and then sign a contract to become their own host spirit.
Most of the souls of these ancient people have experienced a long time of baptism and have become special in some aspects.
Some historical celebrities who have left a profound mark in history also possess extraordinary potential.
By borrowing the ability of the host spirit, the psychic can gain otherworldly strength and display his talents in various fields.
Compared with psychics, ordinary people not only do not have extraordinary powers, but in some unique fields, they are far from being the match of psychics and are left far behind.
Therefore... although there are few psychics, they occupy almost the entire superstructure of the entire world.
It is an existence that everyone yearns for.
But with opportunities come risks.
First of all, it is difficult to obtain the psychic array and spiritual objects.
Secondly, if you want to sign a contract with the channeled soul, you must have a strong spiritual will to withstand the first wave of illusion impact.
Otherwise, his mind will burst and he will die.
Generally speaking...those families with inheritance and ancient origins will choose the ancestors of the psychic family.
For the sake of blood, those souls of the past who came through psychic channels would be more willing to be merciful.
Of course... if there is a dove occupying the magpie's nest, but he doesn't know it... he is afraid that he will be trapped in a cocoon.
There used to be a family where the patriarch had his wife planting grass on his head for a long time without any idea that his three sons and two daughters were all his biological children.
The arrogant psychic ancestor who once went down in history was aware of the impurity of his bloodline.
The illusion instantly expanded and enveloped the entire family.
The entire family was turned into a ghost realm.
It's still taboo.
But no one who enters that family gathering place can come out.
At this time, gusts of dark wind blew in the closed basement. The weak young man felt a little creepy due to the cold wind.
"There won't be anything wrong with what grandpa passed down, right?" The young man tightened his tight clothes, as if he felt that these clothes could bring him some sense of security.
Bang bang bang!
The door of the underground warehouse was knocked hard. A thick voice shouted: "Wang Guobin! I know you are at home! Pay back the money quickly... You sick man! Why are you so shameless? Do you still think that if you die, everything will be over? Do you still want to pee standing up?" Man, please clean up our accounts before you die! If you can’t do that... buy insurance, then go out to the street and find a good car for you! That’s still a man!"
"Wang Guobin! Damn you, beep beep beep beep beep beep!"
"**********."
"***, ****, *****!!!"
After a lot of dirty words, the sound of banging on the door gradually seemed to become slightly weaker.
Immediately afterwards, it seemed that other residents came forward and came to the management to complain.
The dirty sounds outside were even fainter.
Where is Wang Guobin?
He couldn't move at this time. An extreme coldness spread directly from the soles of his feet to his whole body. He felt like he was stuck in a cold and wet quagmire, unable to get out and sinking continuously.
Opening his mouth wide, Wang Guobin wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.
At this time, Wang Guobin thought of the debt collector, gave up reason and civilization, kicked open the door and rushed in.
However, with the help of kind-hearted neighbors and threats from the property management and security guards, the debt collector left with a curse.
"The property fee is less than 100 yuan a month... Why are these property owners and security guards so responsible? You are holding back the real estate companies across the country! You can't charge those who charge 300 to 500 yuan a month and don't care if anything happens. , if you have any trouble, please refer to the property that specializes in selling residents’ private information to agents, salesmen, and fraudsters? And what kind of neighbor is this? What era is it... Still so warm-hearted, can people be so kind? Be more indifferent?" Wang Guobin had a thousand complaints in his heart, but at this moment, he was speechless.
Dazzling red light filled the entire underground warehouse.
When the light dissipated, a man who was only about 1.72 meters tall, with dark skin and not a handsome face stood there. He was wearing a dark gray suit material vest and tied around his neck. He wears a light blue bow tie, and wears a pair of rather wide suit trousers, with two suspenders hanging on both sides of the suit trousers. In short, this outfit looks particularly weird and a bit nondescript.
And in his hand, what he was holding... was the antique broken bowl.
Wang Guobin opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.
This was different from what he thought.
The person he wanted to channel was clearly another ghost.
"Is it because I used expired blood, so I didn't have enough strength? I didn't find the real owner and got hit by a side car?" Wang Guobin thought to himself, and suddenly realized... He was sick and went to the doctor, and he seemed to be psychic. It's a little too hasty.
When people are poor and have short ambitions, the cinnabar is replaced with red paint.
The boy's blood was replaced with expired blood discarded by the hospital.
In other aspects, we can also save on materials if we can.
And to fight against the coming illusion and maintain one's own intelligence and reason, there is nothing left.
What do you think... This is all self-destruction!
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