"It really is a wraith!"
Wu Ming sighed, suddenly rushed forward and punched!
boom!
A wooden frame collapsed, the porcelain vase on it shattered to the ground, and the girl disappeared.
"In the dream, even Steven's physical fitness has been restored, the degree of reality is quite high..."
He laughed: "It's been a long time since I shot with all my strength!"
"Do you want to play hide and seek?"
A girl's voice came, and two small hands had already grasped Wu Ming's ankle.
"shock!"
Wu Ming twisted his feet, like an iron plow plowing the ground, the hard planks shattered, but the little girl's hands were blurred and disappeared in an instant.
"whee!"
The girl's laughter kept coming, and that bloody and tearful face suddenly appeared in the mirror, on the wall, and in the ceiling lamp...
boom!
Wu Ming's complexion remained unchanged, his fists and feet were like the wind, and the surrounding area was dismantled in an instant.
"whee!"
The surrounding bells were still ringing, and the phantom of the little girl reappeared without any damage.
"Hoo hoo..."
Wu Ming let out a long breath: "The warm-up exercise is over, it's time to get serious..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the sea of consciousness, the spiritual power was brightly released, and it turned into an invisible barrier in an instant, and rushed out.
Boom! Boom!
It was as if a typhoon passed by, a tornado raged, and an invisible and astonishing force swept across in an instant. Everything in front of Wu Ming was continuously shattered, decomposed, and turned into dust under the stirring of spiritual power, leaving a blank space.
The little girl screamed and disappeared in an instant.
"To deal with wronged souls, you still need to use mental power..."
"However... the fisting ability in the dream is still in line with the rules of reality, but the effect of mental power has been magnified..."
A trace of regret appeared on Wu Ming's face, obviously regretting that he could not obtain real combat data.
He seemed to regard this dream created by the unjust ghost as a free testing ground.
This time obviously caused real harm to the little girl, the whole dream became hazy, and I don't know how long it took before the villa resurfaced.
Everything inside was restored, and the melodious bell rang again.
"You should know that this can't deal with me..."
Wu Ming sighed, and understood the limit of this ghost: "I can completely break through here again, and become a spiritual competition with you, but I am too lazy to play with you..."
The expression on his face was very playful, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened: "Who is it? You have given you such great courage to invade my sea of consciousness?"
Even after one reincarnation, his true spirit essence still bears a bit of a golden fairy brand!
Existences that are not at the same level or higher can't invade his sea of consciousness and heart at all, let alone mind control and charm.
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers lightly.
Click! Click!
Numerous cracks suddenly appeared in the void, and immediately, a large number of shattering sounds sounded, and the space shattered like a mirror.
"Baby, let me see you!"
Wu Ming stepped forward and picked up a music box in the broken void.
It was exactly the same shape as it was in reality, only with a little blood on it.
"I am coming!"
His eyes were fixed, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed.
Scenes of memory were pulled out, forming a picture like a projection.
In the villa just now, a middle-aged couple with serious expressions drew a hexagram circle on the ground with blood and bone meal, muttering prayers.
After years of rituals, the personalities of the two have become more and more weird, and finally they have a tendency to be neurotic.
Neighbors around them are getting more and more alienated from them, but they can't stop them from still going their own way.
At the end, there was even a bloody scene.
"Impossible... why is there no demon god, even a wraith responds to our call..."
The couple screamed in despair, looking more ferocious, and finally fixed their eyes on the little girl.
"Our plan will definitely succeed, baby, you have to help us!"
"Don't, don't..."
The little girl was forced to a corner, clutching the music box tightly in her hand.
"Iloty, you have a noble blood and will surely awaken. If we can't get the help of the wraith, why don't we just create one?"
Their voices grew wilder.
In the end, it was a yellowed newspaper, which recorded a major case-'A family of three died unexpectedly! Suspected to be a tragedy caused by overdose of hallucinogenic drugs, the Police Department will continue to step up efforts to crack down on illegal dangerous drug transactions...'
…
"well… "
The morning sun was shining through the window, and Wu Ming looked at the music box in front of him.
His hand caressed lightly. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the gloomy atmosphere immediately swept away: "Rest in peace..."
This resentful spirit has been purified, but the problems caused by this have caused Wu Ming to fall into deep thinking: "Is the inheritance cut off? A family of witches can't even solve the most basic summoning ceremony..."
He couldn't help thinking of history.
The original Golden Oak Kingdom had experienced many coups and riots, and even had a dark period of fifty years. The war and the epidemic of the Black Death made barbarism and ignorance the mainstream, and the entire kingdom almost fell back to primitive society.
That is to say, under such an environment, the inheritance of civilization is cut off, even with extraordinary power.
Until the emergence of the new technological revolution, which saved the entire kingdom and even the world, some things have completely disappeared into history.
"This thing... maybe it's also a good bait?"
Wu Ming weighed the music box in his hand.
Even though the extraordinary power of this world seems to be a bit rushed, and it looks like it has no resistance to the state machine, but there is still a little remnant after all.
To them, the resentment and spiritual power left on the music box are as obvious as a torch in the dark.
If set up well, maybe something can be fished out.
"I don't know if the Golden Oak Kingdom has any preparations for this..."
The country must have records of such an extraordinary existence. As for whether a special corresponding agency will be established? This is also a question that Wu Ming has to consider.
Otherwise, the same kind would not be attracted, but the kingdom's attention would be drawn here. Wu Ming didn't want to live a life of being watched in the future, or be arrested and used as a guinea pig.
…
"Hi, Neville, how is your sister?"
A few days later, Wu Ming found Neville.
"very good!"
Neville had a happy smile on his face: "Since you took away that damn box, my sister can finally sleep well, and her spirit is recovering..."
"very good!"
Wu Ming shook his hand and threw something into Neville's hands.
"This is... ah?"
Neville hurriedly caught it, but when he saw clearly that it was the mysterious music box, he almost threw it out with a tremor.
"Don't worry, I checked, it's just a very ordinary music box..."
Wu Ming shrugged his shoulders: "The matter about your sister, I think it's just that she is too nervous, it's just a child having a nightmare..."
"But… "
Neville obviously wanted to say something more, but suddenly, he saw Wu Ming's eyes.
Those azure pupils, like the sea, are deep and unfathomable, and the bottom layer is dark.
The expression on his face suddenly changed, his eyes were a little confused, and then he murmured unconsciously: "It's just a child having a nightmare..."
With Wu Ming's current mental strength, he is more than enough to be any hypnotist. Now it is just a simple mental suggestion.
After all, this kind of thing was spread everywhere, and neither Neville nor he was in the slightest good.
"Okay, take it and sell it!"
Wu Ming pointed to the music box in Neville's hand, with a weird smile on his face.
On the box, he also made a little trick.
Given the unusual nature of this music box, some real 'collectors' must be interested in it.
"I don't know how many will be hooked?"
Wu Ming was a little bit looking forward to it, and immediately dismissed Neville, who was still in a daze, and came to St. George's Middle School.
The curriculum in the middle school is quite loose, almost the same as the university in the previous life. Teachers assign classrooms to give lectures. Students bring their own textbooks to attend lectures, and they rarely even roll call.
Moreover, there is only half a day of classes in a day, and half a day is completely free time for activities.
As long as you earn enough credits and pass the exam, you can graduate from middle school. Of course, only after obtaining this diploma, students have the right to sprint to various universities and continue their studies.
With the courses arranged at this time, the credits of the first academic year are still less than half, and these are obtained by participating in club activities.
"These associations are still semi-public in nature, no wonder the presidents are the key inspection objects on the recommendation list..."
There was a blank sheet of paper in front of Wu Ming, on which he could write and draw at will.
While listening to the class, he kept writing, like a good student who listened carefully and took notes.
But Vidi came over to take a look, and was immediately dazzled by the ghostly symbols on it.
"Steven, what are you doing?"
After enduring a class, when the teacher left, he immediately asked impatiently.
"It's nothing, just doodling..."
Wu Ming casually crumpled up what he had written and threw it into the trash.
These are all his deductions about several difficulties in the "Great Compass". Anyway, the real text of Taoist symbols is more difficult to understand than any ancient text in the eyes of these people from other worlds, not to mention that it is still incomplete and does not really arouse vitality. With strength.
"However, if there are really geniuses in the sky, maybe you can still see something from my draft... Is this considered to be a secret book of magical skills..."
There was a mysterious smile on the corner of Wu Ming's mouth: "I don't know if there will be such a lucky or unlucky person..."