Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 811 Psychic

"It's just, what kind of world can it collide with such a world to form a better impact effect?" Lin Xi frowned, and his eyes quickly drifted across many worlds.

There are many powerful worlds.

But the right ones are rare.

And among these just right worlds, those that can have a positive impact on the world of dream masters have yet to be found.

Although Lin Xi is the master of these worlds.

But it is also impossible to complete the perfect pairing between them in an instant.

If it is so easy, then what is the need for those strict rules of Chaos City, the battle of life and death between worlds and worlds?
As long as Lin Xi is the master, wouldn't it be the end of the direct pairing and fusion?

In the final analysis, fate is impermanent, and people's hearts are impermanent.

How can there be a definite number when two and two are combined?

Sensing Lin Xi's attention shifting, the Sword Master Jingmeng didn't open his mouth, but sent a voice transmission to Lin Xi.

"City lord, let's see how the other world looks?"

Guided by the thoughts of the Dreaming Swordsman.

Part of Lin Xi's spirit was transferred to another world, and he saw a corner of this world.

In the dark basement, a young man with a pale complexion, holding a white candlestick with a paranoid expression, is mixing red paint with the human blood that was taken out of the hospital when it was spoiled. On the ground, there are writings and drawings, outlining strange and mysterious runes one by one.

While sketching, the young man chanted all kinds of weird and lengthy spells.

Under the strange atmosphere, there seems to be an ominous atmosphere, which is shrouding it.

The talisman array under his feet had been drawn, the young man took a weak breath, then wiped the fine sweat from his face, and placed an antique broken bowl in the middle of the talisman array.

It turns out that in this world, psychic techniques are popular.

Ordinary people can entrust the ancients' lovesickness, draw a psychic array, summon the souls of the ancients, and then sign a contract to become their own host spirit.

Most of the souls of these ancients have experienced a long time of baptism, and have become unique in some aspects.

Some historical celebrities who have left a lot of color in history have extraordinary potential.

Borrowing the ability of the host spirit, the psychic can gain extraordinary strength and show his talents in various fields.

Compared with psychics, ordinary people not only have no extraordinary power, but in some unique fields, they are far from being the opponents of psychics, and are far behind.

Therefore... although there are few psychics, they almost occupy the entire superstructure of the entire world.

It is the existence that everyone yearns for.

But with opportunity comes risk.

First of all, the psychic circle and the spiritual objects are not easy to obtain.

Secondly, if you want to sign a contract with the soul that came out of the psychic, you must have a strong spiritual will to withstand the first wave of illusion impact.

If not, the mind will explode and die.

Generally speaking... Those families with inheritance and ancient origins will choose the ancestors of the psychic family.

For the sake of blood, those souls of the past who came through psychics would be more willing to show mercy.

Of course... if there are doves occupying the magpie's nest, but I don't know... I'm afraid I'm bound in a cocoon.

There used to be a family whose head was planted by his wife for a long time without knowing it, thinking that his three sons and two daughters were all his own.

The arrogant psychic ancestor who was once famous in history, but the ancestor noticed the impurity of the blood.

Instantly expanded the illusion, covering the entire family.

Turned the whole family into a ghost domain.

It is still taboo.

But those who entered the family gathering place, no one could come out.

At this time, gusts of dark wind blew in the closed basement.The frail young man felt a little creepy from the wind blowing.

"There will be no mistakes in the things passed down by grandpa!" The young man tightened his clothes, as if he felt that this clothes could bring him a sense of security.

clap clap clap!
The door of the underground warehouse was knocked hard.A thick voice shouted: "Wang Guobin! I know you are at home! Hurry up and pay back the money...you sick ghost! Why are you so shameless? Do you still think about dying? You want to be a standing peeing Man, clear the accounts for us before you die! It’s really impossible...you buy an insurance, then go to the street and find a good car to touch! That’s still a man!"

"Wang Guobin! You fucking, beep beep beep beep...!"

"**********."

"***, ****, *****!!!"

After a lot of foul language, the sound of knocking on the door gradually seemed to weaken a little.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed that other residents came forward and asked the property management company to complain.

The filthy sound outside was even weaker.

What about Wang Guobin?

He couldn't move at this moment, an extreme coldness spread directly from the soles of his feet to his whole body, he felt as if he had fallen into a cold and wet quagmire, he couldn't get out and kept sinking.

Opening his mouth wide, Wang Guobin wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, Wang Guobin thought of the debt-collecting ghost, so he gave up reason and civilization, kicked open the door and rushed in.

However, with the 'help' of kind neighbors and under the threat of the property and security, the debt collector left cursing.

"The property fee is less than 100 yuan a month... What are these properties and security guards so responsible for? You are holding back the properties of the country! You can't charge three to five hundred yuan a month to those who don't care about it. If you have any trouble, just push it, and learn about the property that sells residents’ private information to intermediaries, salesmen, and scammers? And what kind of neighbor is this? What era is it... can you be so warm-hearted between people? A little?" Wang Guobin had ten thousand complaints in his mind, but at this moment, he was speechless.

A dazzling red light filled the entire underground warehouse.

When the light faded away, a man with a height of about 1.7 meters two, a dark skin, and a handsome face stood there. He was wearing a dark gray suit material vest, and a light gray was tied around his neck. She wore a blue bow tie, and her lower body was a pair of loose suit trousers, with two suspenders dragging on both sides of the suit trousers.All in all, the attire of this body is particularly weird, somewhat nondescript.

And in his hand, what he was holding... was that antique broken bowl.

Wang Guobin opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

This is different from what he thought.

The person he wanted to channel was clearly another ghost.

"Could it be because I used expired blood, so I didn't have enough strength? Didn't find the real owner, and got hit by the vice car?" Wang Guobin thought to himself, and suddenly realized that he was in a hurry and went to the doctor like a psychic A little too sloppy.

People are poor and short-sighted, and the cinnabar is replaced by red paint.

The boy's blood was exchanged for expired blood discarded by the hospital.

The use of materials in other aspects can also be saved if possible.

And there is nothing to fight against the imminent illusion and maintain one's own wisdom and reason.

What do you think... this is all suicidal!
(End of this chapter)