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Chapter 150 Controlling Ghosts
But just when Sikong thought it was Jianzhaoshuang and a fierce ghost claiming his life, there was a movement in his arms, and a talisman shot out, floating in front of Sikong.

The talisman was engraved on the one hand, and on the other hand it was stretched to death. At this moment, there was a faint and eerie aura on the dead side, shining towards the black shadow that was rushing.

'call……'

Several streams of air were generated on the flat ground, rolling in the room, blowing the experimental platform and the drop-off platform, and then the black smoke seemed to disappear and appear frame by frame.

Then Sikong seemed to hear a scream of unwillingness and resentment, and the black shadow shot into the life and death talisman with a whoosh.

'Clap! '

The talisman of life and death instantly fell to the ground, and the long tassels hung on the talisman and spread out, making it a bit messy.

The treacherous and gloomy aura also disappeared, just like an ordinary talisman.

Sikong was terrified, picked up the talisman of life and death, spread his hands and looked at it carefully, and saw that the side of the rubbings of the dead characters was no longer as stiff as before, but more flexible, and the dead characters were also lifelike, as if inside the handwriting, there was life. A...ghost.

"The Talisman of Life and Twilight, the formation control envoy, the T-shaped envoy. Control, control..."

Sikong looked at the tassels on the talisman of life and death, the string of tiny characters, and seemed to realize something.

"Could it be that anyone who is killed by me can be absorbed by the life and death talisman, and then... controlled?"

Sikong Fu caressed the dead characters like a soul, a ray of spirit passed by, and then a faint black light radiated from the outlines of the dead characters.

The light is like the sparkling waves under the night, twinkling like the crystal of glass.

The light is not big or dense, but it is so unique and spreads with a unique frequency.

Then, a black smoke that could barely make out the outline of a human figure was projected from the life and death talisman.

The black shadow seemed a little confused, floating in the air blankly, without moving for a long time.

Sikong looked at this weird scene, and did not intervene, waiting for the development of the situation.

After a while, Hei Yan noticed the experimental table not far away. Immediately, his illusory figure like mist seemed to solidify a little, and he could faintly see a faint paranoid fire in those eyes.

Seeing this, Sikong vaguely understood something.

But I saw black smoke drifting towards the experimental table, completely relying on instinct, grasping the test tube with the back of the illusory palm, the thumb and index finger are in the shape of pincers, and the other three fingers are curled back. There is no femininity, but more of an art beauty.

Turn chemistry experiment into art.

However, the imaginary palm went straight through the test tube, the black smoke scooped back, ignored the test tube, and passed through again.

It seemed that he could not understand this phenomenon with his smoky thinking, he hovered in front of the experiment table in confusion, and continued to grab the test tube after a while.

Then, pass through again and grab again...

Sikong nodded, probably also knew the reason.

It is said that ghosts are transformed from thoughts, and thoughts are born from demons.

Those who can form a ghost body after death could be because they suffered great resentment. At the moment of death, the mental force field changes, and the brain waves that can allow the outside world to 'remember' grow in large numbers.

There are explanations for the world of cultivating immortals, and there are explanations for scientific and technological civilization, but different paths lead to the same destination. Every ghost has an obsession as a support for his stay in the world.

And Jian Zhaoshuang's obsession must be the chemical experiment he was obsessed with and selfless.

But obsession is just an idea, without systematic knowledge, let alone the experience that has been tempered over time.In other words, Jian Zhaoshuang's ghost only knows how to conduct experiments, but does not know how to conduct experiments.

only……

Sikong looked at the illusory black figure, and especially noticed those eyes that seemed to be burning with phosphorus fire.

In the eyes, there is a kind of spirituality that is different from other ghosts, and there seems to be an instinct for thinking.

"Could it be that the ghosts who have been ingested by the Chaos Life and Twilight Death Talisman still have the possibility to return to their previous consciousness? Or is it because Jian Zhaoshuang can perceive the particularity of other people's thoughts?"

Sikong shook his head, his lungs were burning, and the gash on his chest seemed to be being burned with a red-hot iron, the skin and flesh were torn open.

"what!!"

Suddenly, two frightened screams pierced Sikong's eardrums, followed by the sound of pots and pans breaking.

When Sikong looked up, he saw the two old ladies sitting outside the door covered in rice porridge and soup, looking at the room with fear on their faces.

Inside the house, a corpse with most of its head missing; an illusory ghost.

Broken porcelain bowls were everywhere outside the door, and an old woman's hand accidentally pressed the edge of the sharp fragments, drawing a finger-long wound, and blood gushing out.

But she didn't realize it at all. Seeing Sikong at this moment, she seemed to see a fierce ghost with a green face and fangs. She was so frightened that she trembled all over.

Seeing this, Sikong felt a little headache.

Although many places in Xiaoyanglou were forbidden by Sikong, the two of them could only be confined to a few places.

But in the future, this kind of killing and refining of ghosts may not be uncommon, and there will be some people talking too much when there are two more outsiders, which is very inconvenient.Thinking about it, Sikong let out a breath: "Let's go..."

As if they were pardoned, the two old women kowtowed like pounding garlic, their foreheads were broken, and then they supported each other to get up, and retreated with their eyebrows lowered.

"I won't use it anymore..." A faint voice spread.

'thump! '

'thump! '

Unexpectedly, when the two of them heard the words, their faces became even more terrified. They hurriedly knelt down and said miserably: "My lord, my lord! Leave us alone, beat us and scold us as you please, as long as we are not allowed to return to the breeding area! Huh..."

Sikong frowned, but he also understood what the two of them were thinking.

Compared with the breeding area, the environment of this small western-style building is like a sky and a land. Although the freedom is restricted, it is no longer subject to wind, sleeping in the open, bullying and humiliation.In addition, if they return to the breeding area like this, they may have a special 'hobby' of some star bandits due to their experience of dressing up the little boss, and life will be worse than death.

Streaks of irritability filled Sikong's heart, his breath was subconsciously heavy, and Sikong waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go."

"Sir, please..."

"go!"

Sikong suddenly shouted angrily, his eyes were as fierce as daggers, and his white teeth were cold.

The two old women were so frightened that three souls lost two souls, and they crawled out of the courtyard on all fours, covering their mouths and weeping in a low voice, indescribably desolate.

Sikong closed his eyes and took a breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Want to protect others?He Sikong can't even protect himself now!

The sharp pain from the wound on the chest has not subsided for a long time, but now it is so red and swollen that pus flows out, making the blood foam a bit viscous, mixed with white filaments.

Sikong walked to the experimental table a little weakly and picked up a silver-cold knife in the foil box.

Wiping, burning, and disinfecting, Sikong's hands were steady.

Sikong's hands were also steady when undressing, cutting meat, disinfecting, and bandaging.

But due to the severe pain, Sikong's lips were bitten and his face turned pale and bloodless. He staggered a few steps and held on to the experimental table to steady himself.

"Chemistry is simply a good material for poison!"

Sikong looked at the purple-blue half-rotten flesh on the ground, and smiled wryly.

God knows what kind of chemical agent Jian Zhaoshuang poured into his exoskeleton, which is harmless to himself but highly poisonous to others.

Sikong now faintly feels that there is toxin lurking in his body, and he has not been completely cleansed because of the generous cutting of flesh.

However, the strong hallucinogen that Jian Zhaoshuang made, under Sikong's 30-point mental domain, was like a catastrophe, and it didn't work at all.

Sikong slowly took out a pill, looked at the words "Living Bone Cross-domain Co., Ltd." on the medicine skin, his lips twitched, "It doesn't matter if you smash your teeth and swallow it in your stomach, or hide evil intentions..."

The Eye of Origin!

(End of this chapter)