Chapter 160 Little Weak Chicken
Phew~
A puff of smoke exhaled from Chen Xinmi's dark red lips, rolling in mid-air, getting bigger and bigger, covering the entire laboratory.
At the same time, the water in the bathtub began to boil.
"Hmm~"
Lin An groaned and felt that countless hands stretched out from the candlelight and firelight, stretching himself into a big cake.
Those hands looked so long and fair, and their nails were covered with black nail polish.
Astonishingly, they were all the hands of Chen Xinmi.
Witchcraft is just a seed. After everyone learns witchcraft, the effects they learn are also different because of their different minds.
Lin An knew this very well, and even when he was feeling uncomfortable, he still maintained his 'Wandering Eyes' to observe every detail of the ritual magic.
And mobilize spirituality to assist memory.
Needless to say, using medicinal smoke to complete ritual magic is obviously Chen Xinmi's unique method, and it will definitely not be included in the book she gave her.
Write it down for future reference!
Chen Xinmi started walking in the flames with a cigarette in her hand. The heels of her high heels made a thumping sound on the tile floor, which was eerie in this dark and strange room.
She was humming a strange tune, with ups and downs in rhythm, but without a single word, which made people vaguely feel that this tune was very similar to the tune in which Ugly Head sang.
She is like a drunken elegant girl, holding a cigarette, eyes blurred, humming and swaying among the scented candles.
Lin An felt very bad.
Witchcraft really works on the soul.
His guess was indeed correct.
It has not been long since Lin An entered the extraordinary world. Perhaps his talent is quite good and he has some insights of his own.
He summarized for himself two rules for the path of wizard practice. Although he didn't know whether they were correct or not, it seemed to be confirmed again and again through repeated contact and practice.
First, have emotions first, and then learn the corresponding witchcraft to digest the emotions. If you learn witchcraft first, the emotions produced by witchcraft that are not suitable for your current mental state will distort your own mind.
Second, the development of spiritual emotions should follow the path of 'emotion - desire - aspiration - practice', in order to completely complete a normal wizard's path of practice and emotional digestion.
During the time when he mastered the "Dizziness" witchcraft, he suffered losses and gained enlightenment.
These two summaries do not seem wrong.
There is something wonderful guiding everything.
Maybe it's the soul, maybe it's fate.
After jumping around in the organizations of wizards and witch-hunting knights, Lin An longed for a way to save his life, so almost all his subsequent methods evolved in this direction.
Whether it’s ‘Wandering Eyes’, ‘Oil Painting Vision’, ‘Black Cat Transformation’, ‘Zouyu Transformation’, etc.
There is no witchcraft that is developed in the direction of 'enhancing attack power'.
Not even just witchcraft.
Under this circumstance, when Lin An learned the skill of 'Thirteen Skills of Rope Throwing', he did not show the extremely fast learning speed like he had learned other skills before.
Now his progress is still stuck in the process of 'drawing' the word Jue.
But now, he dares to contact this 'portable space prop making ritual magic' with confidence, because this is the ability he desires.
He believed that if the rules he summarized were correct.
Any spiritual distortion caused by this witchcraft to oneself will be quickly digested and will not affect one's own soul.
Bold assumptions and bold practices are essentially based on caution while walking on this dangerous road.
Lin An felt the influence of ritual magic on the distortion of the mind. A particularly uncomfortable feeling of 'emptiness', 'no taste', and 'life was boring' boiled in his heart, and his heart kept growing. The inexplicable discomfort of "living is so boring, let's just forget it".
This kind of discomfort is not enough to reach the psychological stage of 'self-destruction', so the suffering becomes more and more severe.
Yes, it was the feeling of 'torment' that was rolling through his thoughts, but an inexplicable smile appeared on Lin An's face.
He guessed it right!
These boiling emotions have no effect on him!
It's like, after enduring this kind of 'punishment witchcraft', he is still himself and will not become disabled because of it. This is the difference.
Temporary tormenting effects and irreversible damage caused by complete reversal are two different things.
He endured it silently, and as his heart became uncomfortable, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.
Open your mind~
Feel this pain well~
Lin An secretly told himself that if he did this, the effect of the space props would be the best, and the witchcraft would have the least impact on him.
He even began to savor every bit of discomfort.
"Oh~"
Lin An took a deep breath and slowly lay down on the bathtub. He placed his hands on both sides of the bathtub, squinted his eyes and leaned his head back on the edge of the bathtub.
He could clearly feel countless 'Chen Xinmi's hands' fidgeting on his and the wooden wolf's heads as she hummed, like sharp and dexterous scalpels.
This feeling……
Huh?
Lin An blinked.
Why does this thing look like a ‘tanning technique’?
Like, but not that similar.
First of all, it is not as delicate as the "tanning technique" in terms of deformation and spirituality.
Secondly, the 'tanning technique' does not have such a rhythm, which makes all changes so rhythmic.
Lin An began to silently hum along with Chen Xinmi's tune. He became more and more immersed in that feeling, and the smile on his face became brighter.
he……
You seem to have realized something interesting?
I don't know how long it took, but Chen Xinmi stopped her witchcraft, walked to the bathtub, and looked at Lin An with Maomao with a half-smile.
"You actually seem to be enjoying yourself a lot. Are you a masochist?"
Lin An weakly raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "You are the masochist!"
He gently raised his arms and found that his hands were pale and somewhat bleeding. This was a reflection of the pain he endured during the ritual magic.
His fingers moved slightly, eager to find the rhythm of the tune that Chen Xinmi hummed just now.
"It's ready."
Chen Xinmi lowered her head and glanced at Lin An, who looked a little nervous. "You are weaker than I thought. You are so affected by this ritual magic. Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to jump in just now."
This kid is probably crazy!
That's right, witchcraft is so weird and dangerous, who can be spared, and who can really enjoy this kind of punishment witchcraft? I'm afraid he's just crazy.
The crazier the wizard is, the closer he is to being completely eroded by the aura of the spiritual world, and the closer he is to becoming a lich.
Even if she didn't care about Lin An's condition, Chen Xinmi didn't want to see this scene.
Every step taken by the wizard group was too difficult.
She shook her head, sighed softly, pointed to a wolf head in the bathtub that was as big as a fist and looked like a wood carving, and reminded her again, "It's done."
The bottom of the wooden wolf head is covered with aerial roots of the banyan tree. The aerial roots are twisted into a ball, and a tree hole can be vaguely seen.
Sure enough, as she had guessed, the mad wizard's tree hole organization headquarters was a space built by Kapok with his own witchcraft.
"Wait a minute……"
Lin An's voice was a little hoarse, and when he spoke, he could feel the sweet, dry, and painful pain in his throat.
His mind endured the pain of ritual magic, but his body still showed every detail of the torture.
Chen Xinmi nodded, holding the cigarette in her mouth, and stared at him for a while with her narrow red phoenix eyes, "Little weakling~"
As he said that, he turned around and left with a smile on his face, "Please take it easy for a while. I'll wait for you in the office outside."