"What I just said is just a possibility—forget it, Liu Shuai, you understand it for a long time, it seems that it is still not vivid, let's show it to you," Zhang Quan thought for a while, and said to Qi Li, "Stand up. .”
"Oh." Qi Li didn't know why, so he stood up and faced Zhang Quan.
With a wave of Zhang Quan's hand, Hao Ning suddenly felt that the air had become dry. Looking at Zhang Quan again, a small water drop suddenly appeared on his hand. It was said to be a water drop, but it was actually more like "water spots" composed of white water mist, forming this small water droplet. The mist of the water droplets became more and more, and finally turned into a tax ball the size of a fist. The ball fluctuated from big to small, shrouded in clouds and mist, but it kept floating in Zhang Quan's hand, and it looked good for a while. Before Hao Ning could ask Liu Shuai, Zhang Quan had already taken out a pen from his pocket, took it apart and tapped a little on the water mist, the water mist gradually turned black, and after the entire water mist turned black, Zhang Quan Quan threw the "water polo" towards Qi Li, and the water polo exploded in front of Qi Li with a "pop".
"Damn it!" Qi Li was staring at the water polo, thinking it was fun, never thought that Zhang Quan would throw the water polo, saw the water polo flying in front of him, before he had time to dodge the explosion of the water polo, he quickly blocked it with his hand. After stretching out my hand, I realized that this is water, and it cannot be blocked, so I should avoid it. So he quickly lowered his head to see if his clothes were dirty, who knew that the water mist seemed to pass through him without any water drop, and he looked at the people in front of him, and they all looked behind him, so he also Turning around, I saw a black "shadow" on the wall behind me. It was a shadow, but it was more like the water mist was photographed on the wall just now. It was just the shape of the wall, which looked like a person. It was the look of himself when he yelled "Damn it" just now. Although it was dark, it was obviously his look.
"What is this?" Hao Ning looked at the black portrait on the wall, he vaguely guessed that this portrait was related to Qi Li, but he didn't know why Zhang Quan did this.
"Soul Rubbing." Liu Shuai explained to Hao Ning, "It is a method to see the soul without taking the soul out of the person. It is like the method of rubbing on the surface of a calligrapher's famous post tablet found in ancient times. It’s not the same as taking away the entire stone tablet.”
As he spoke, Liu Shuai looked at Zhang Quan, and said to Hao Ning in a low voice, "This kind of spell is rare and complicated to use. I really didn't expect him to use this method to perform it."
"Soul rubbing?" Hao Ning understood a little bit, but he still had doubts and asked Zhang Quan, "So, you are using this method to let us see Qili's soul, soul—" What is this soul, Hao Ning didn't know how to describe it for a while.
"Soul projection." Zhang Quan thought for a while and said, "You are also really interesting. No one has asked what this is, so they usually just look at it."
"That, handsome guy," Qi Li looked at the rubbings on the wall, and couldn't understand what he was talking about after listening to the discussion, so he asked the closest leader.
"Don't talk, just listen first, I'll explain to you later." Liu Shuai obviously didn't want to explain anything to this little creature now, he blocked Qi Li's mouth with one sentence and looked at Hao Ning, as if he was waiting for Hao Ning to ask questions .
"Okay, I probably understand," Hao Ning looked at Liu Shuai's appearance, and sighed, "What's so interesting about this? You're not making such a fuss to let me see Qili's soul portrait."
"Look at Qili's right hand." Liu Shuai pointed to the wall.
"En?" Hearing what Liu Shuai said, Hao Ning couldn't help but look carefully.
The figure on the wall is lifelike. The five fingers of the left hand are very clear, but the right hand, starting from the forearm, is not a hand at all, but a square rectangle. The reason why Hao Ning didn't pay attention to it just now is that this four-four Fangfang looks too much like a mobile phone, but after Liu Shuai reminded him, he realized that after Qili stood up, he put the mobile phone in his pocket, and didn't hold anything in his hand at all!
"What happened to your hand?" Hao Ning turned around and asked Qi Li.
Qi Li was also carefully looking at the rubbings on the wall. Hearing Hao Ning's question, he quickly shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with my hands. How could this wall have rubbings of my mobile phone?"
"How could a soul rubbing rubbing be possible for something like a mobile phone!" Zhang Quan shook his head, "Your right hand is not a mobile phone, but a book."
"Book?" Qi Li opened his palm to look, "I don't have any book in my hand?"
"He didn't mean you didn't hold a book in your hand." Liu Shuai rubbed his head, probably never seen Zhang Quan still confused, "He said that your right hand is a book!"
"Ah? Hehe, handsome guy, what are you talking about?" Qi Li felt as if he heard a joke when he heard Liu Shuai say this.
"Liu Shuai," Hao Ning seemed to understand a little bit, and asked tentatively, "Are you saying that the right hand part of Qili's soul has become a book?"
"Yes," Liu Shuai nodded, and then carefully looked at the rubbings on the wall, "but to be precise, it's not a book, but—"
Speaking of this, Liu Shuai dared not speak.
"True ink marks," Zhang Quan shook his head, "young man, be more courageous." Before he finished speaking, he pointed to Qiang Qili's right hand and told everyone like a PowerPoint presentation: "Your colleague's right arm is, of course, The right arm of the soul looks like it was cut off by someone, and then grafted into a book, or called a book—soul."
"I'll wipe it!" Hao Ning looked at Zhang Quan, who was wearing overalls and talking, with wide eyes, and then looked at Liu Shuai and Zhou Yuan who were nodding, "Is there still such an operation? Can the soul be cut?"
"I didn't think it was possible before." Liu Shuai sighed looking at the rubbings on the wall, then turned to ask Zhang Quan, "What you taught me before is that there are three souls and seven souls, and there is a theory of yin and yang. Have you heard the saying of soul cutting?"
"It didn't exist in the past, which means it didn't exist?" Zhang Quan blinked his eyes, "In the past, there was no such thing as the ability to steal the list of gods, and create a new god, right?" As he spoke, he glanced at Zhou Yuan, and Zhou Yuan blushed, embarrassed bowed his head.
"Uh," Liu Shuai choked on Zhang Quan and waved his hand, "Don't talk about him, tell me how much you know."
"You kid..." Zhang Quan looked at Liu Shuai and shook his head, then smiled again, "Well, before I met your colleague, it is true that in all the classics, there is no clear record that the soul can be cut by external force ,but-"
"I'm sorry," Hao Ning interrupted Zhang Quan embarrassedly, "You said that there is no record that the soul can be cut by external force. What you mean is that the soul can be cut by non-external force?"
"A child can be taught, he has savvy." Zhang Quan pointed to Liu Shuai and smiled, Liu Shuai deliberately looked at the wall and ignored Zhang Quan. Conscious cutting, if a person's physical hand is broken, after a long time of getting used to it, the soul will subconsciously think that the hand is broken, so after the person dies, the hand of the soul will no longer exist. But this is not absolute. More common , appearing in the body of an ancient eunuch."
"Eunuch?" Several people asked nicely, and Liu Shuai also turned his head to look at Zhang Quan. It was obvious that Zhang Quan hadn't taught him these things back then.
"Yes," Zhang Quan looked at the eyes of everyone, a little smug, "You have always heard that many eunuchs must bury themselves and their 'babies' after death, right? The actual root cause is that eunuchs In my decades of career, I have subconsciously believed that I have been completely separated from my baby, so after death, the soul is also incomplete—or do you think that the underworld is for nothing? Just work as a second-hand agent for the reincarnation of the soul?"
"It's so pitiful," Qi Li sighed, "Even death can't save me."
"You should take pity on yourself." Zhang Quan looked at Qi Li and sneered, before Qi Li could ask any questions, he continued, "Except for a person's subjective consciousness cutting one's own soul, I have never seen a soul that can be cut off before." Cutting cases, on the one hand, probably this is not a common phenomenon, on the other hand, no one has done research on this.”
"Has no one studied it..." Hearing what Zhang Quan said, Hao Ning seemed to have caught something, and he had no clue for a while.
"That's right," Zhang Quan saw Hao Ning repeating his words, and continued to shake his head, "It seems that the theory of ancient medicine has always been Yin Yang and Five Elements, and the overall harmony, and did not study in the direction of anatomy. Cao Cao's so-called surgical idea of head surgery is not mainstream after all."
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