Fearing that someone would find that there was a strange-looking square mark floating abnormally beside his calf, He Yan could only quickly pick up the small square mark and stuff it into his trouser pocket by squatting down to tie his shoelaces. inside.
This square seal seemed to be completely turned off by Sombra's previous blow. When He Yan held it in his hand, he didn't feel any discomfort except for being a little cold.
It's just that the print was sharp and angular, and the summer clothes were very thin. When he got out of the subway, He Yan was squeezed by the crowd, and his legs were inevitably crushed a few times, which made him gasp in pain.
After he got out of the subway exit in anger, he raised his foot and stepped on the tentacle that was still twisting around his ankle twice.
The black shadow didn't care, or it could be said that its limited consciousness made it unable to understand the meaning of He Yan's actions at all. After He Yan lifted his foot and broke free, he immediately entangled him. The heavy and clumsy back spirit quickly left the subway entrance where people were coming and going.
Because he had an unknown item in his pocket, he didn't dare to go straight back to his rental house, but went around a few streets to a nearby small park with a not-so-good view. It is now 2:30 in the afternoon, and the sun is scorching hot. Almost no one will go out to play at this time, and there is no one in the park for half a day.
There was a black shadow that could be automatically cooled on He Yan's body, and he couldn't feel the scorching heat of summer at all. He found a bench in a remote location under the scorching sun with a calm expression, and took out the coin that had stuck him all the way. Fang Yin.
Although this thing is in the shape of a cube at first glance, but if you look closely at this moment, you will find that it actually has seven sides, and the largest side is printed with a dark red seal character. He Yan searched Han Ziyu's memory for a long time , I realized that this is a "sha" character.
With the pitch-black print and the dark red seal script, just looking at this print makes one feel a lingering evil spirit. I'm afraid that the master Yan Xixi is looking for is not practicing in a decent way.
That's right, someone who can propose such a vicious method of finding a substitute for the dead ghost for Yan Xixi, I also know that he will not be a good person.
He Yan stared at Fang Yin lying quietly on the bench for a while, then cautiously stretched out the filament of mental power, and probed towards Fang Yin.
Although this square seal looks harmless now, it just looks like, who knows if it is secretly holding back some big moves
He still doesn't know much about ghosts and metaphysics, so he still has to be careful.
He Yan turned it over and over with mental strength, and found nothing abnormal except for the aura left by the black shadow on it and the strong yin energy. No matter how you look at it, this is just a square seal with a somewhat strange appearance, as if the ferocious appearance of attacking him with black air in the alley before was just an illusion of his.
He Yan is sure that his mental power can observe the existence of those supernatural beings in this world, and based on the leaky barrier above the house, he speculates that although the expert that Yan Xixi is looking for has some skills, his strength is definitely not enough. It will be very strong, so this Fang Yin...was it really shut down by their black shadow
He Yan was a little uncertain, and checked several times, and finally found a trace of the existence of other people's spiritual power at a sharp corner, but under the pressure of their family's black shadow domineering atmosphere, the trace appeared very faint. So much so that he found it after searching for so long.
He Yan decisively wiped away the traces with mental power!
In those metaphysics, if people want to drive the magic weapon for their own use, they must establish contact with the magic weapon through various means. Although the methods are different, if you look at it from the perspective of spiritual power, the core steps to establish contact with the magic weapon It is nothing more than leaving a spiritual imprint on the magic weapon in order to build a spiritual connection.
If he guessed correctly, the trace just now should be the spiritual link between the expert and this square seal. After it is completely erased, the original owner of the square seal will no longer be able to drive this square seal.
After completely erasing the traces on the square seal, He Yan was completely relieved, thinking about how to deal with this square seal.
The texture of this square seal is like some kind of jade, but it has been processed by some kind of magic, and it has turned into an ominous black, and the original type can no longer be seen.
However, since it can be made into a magic weapon, it means that the yin energy in this jade is indeed much more than that of ordinary jade, and his groping just now also confirmed this fact.
For He Yan who searched all over the Antique Street but couldn't find a piece of jade with enough yin, it was impossible not to be moved by such a square seal exuding a strong yin in front of him.
But he looked at Fang Yin's weird color, and gave up the idea.
Who knows how much of the yin energy in this square seal is transformed from the resentment of the ghost? The grievances in their black shadows were already heavy, what if they were aroused by the yin energy in this square seal and completely destroyed their not very bright minds (if they had any)
He was looking for jade to nourish the soul of the black shadow, so that it could recover its sanity as soon as possible, not to make it more stupid...
So although this square seal is a good thing, it cannot be used for waste.
Since it cannot be used by him, it is better for this evil thing to disappear from this world as soon as possible. If it falls into the hands of others, it will be a disaster.
He Yan glanced at Fang Yin regretfully, withdrew his mental filaments, got up and went to pick up a stone brick on the side path, and tried to smash it.
Although picking up bricks sounds like an unspeakable embarrassment, but apart from that, as a male college student with no strength to restrain a chicken, He Yan really can't think of any easy and feasible method.
As a result, he had just stood up when the black shadow that had been acting extremely peaceful before suddenly moved, and from the black mist-like body protruded the same dark filaments of mental power, entangled his half-retracted spirit with claws and teeth. Li Xiaosi rubbed enthusiastically.
He Yan's body trembled, and he put his hands on the back of the bench to barely stabilize his figure.
Mental filaments are a very sensitive existence, and without any psychological preparation, even if they are "attacked" by a familiar partner, they will be greatly shocked.
It's not pain, but an unbearable and stimulating feeling, which makes people feel a little ashamed...
He Yan twitched the black shadow with a filament of mental power warningly, frowned and reprimanded: "Don't make trouble."
Soi Ying's spiritual power was extremely high, and he seemed to be very rough and thick. When he was pumped, he just shook his mental power filaments nonchalantly, and immediately entangled him lingeringly.
In fact, as a resentful evil, Sombra has been very obedient these two days, but because of his unconsciousness, he often does some very helpless things, such as destroying his body recklessly today. Plans, like now, pestering him to make out at an inappropriate time.
They've been together for three lifetimes, and He Yan won't be twitchy about this kind of thing, he doesn't mind going back to the rental house to have a good "communication" with Hei Ying, but he's still outside now, although there are almost no friends in the park. No one, but He Yan still couldn't allow himself to make a fool of himself in such a public place.
The friction between the filaments of mental power brought an irresistible sense of pleasure. A tinge of blood appeared on He Yan's pale face, and the panting sound in his mouth gradually became thicker, and finally the body was about to be affected by the reaction. At that time, he forced himself to slap Hei Ying's fiercely with a thin thread of mental power, and then endured the discomfort in the spiritual sea, with a hint of irritation in his tone: "Get out!"
Heiying seemed to have sensed the unpleasant aura on him, and after being stunned, the whole black mist froze, and the dark filaments of mental power froze in the air for a long while, then shrank back hesitantly.
He Yan withdrew his filaments of mental power, stood on the spot and calmed down for a while, then turned to look for Shizhuan.
The black shadow followed behind him, like a leaking balloon, the whole size had shrunk by half, for some reason it didn't pounce on him as usual, only a tentacle protruded to wrap around his wrist, rather Kind of cautious.
He Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at his wrist, ignoring it.
The park hadn't been repaired for several years, and many of the stone bricks on the path were loose. He Yan quickly brought one back, put the square seal on the ground, and began to smash it down with the stone bricks.
It stands to reason that ordinary jade products are very fragile, and they may be completely broken if they are accidentally knocked on. However, after refining this square seal, the texture becomes extremely hard. There was no damage at all, but the stone brick was smashed, almost cutting his own wrist.
If it weren't for the moment when the gravel splashed, the tentacles around his wrist swiftly slapped the sharp stone brick fragments away for him, He Yan's hands would have turned red at this time.
Although he was a little furious at Heiying's actions just now, He Yan didn't intend to hold on to this matter, so he touched the tentacle on his wrist, and his tone softened a lot: "Thank you .”
Then he couldn't help thinking, if his family could be so considerate and sensible every day, he wouldn't have to be depressed two or three times a day.
After being stroked by him, the black, soft tentacles immediately stood up, stretched and circled his index finger, and rubbed slightly.
a little itchy...
He Yan curled his fingers back reflexively, and the extremely flexible tentacle also stretched itself a little with his movements, as if he was dependent on him.
Maybe it's because He Yan's cuteness is a bit crooked, he felt that the appearance of the tentacles was really indescribably cute, so he couldn't help pinching them gently with his fingers.
The tentacle was squeezed by him and swayed from side to side as if drunk, and when He Yan let go, it fell softly on his index finger, which was really sticky.
He Yan couldn't help laughing.
But... Seeing Soi Ying's flattering behavior, He Yan suddenly realized a problem.
Its consciousness, is it already beginning to recover
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