Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 1732 (One Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty-Two) Pointing to People

Hou Jizhuan thought it would be better not to think too much about it at this time. He had no expectations for this kind of thing in the first place, and thinking too much would only waste energy. It was already the Si hour anyway, so he might as well start the ritual directly.

So he walked while placing the palms of his left and right hands against the left and right ends of the wooden stick, silently chanting a spell. At this time, the wooden stick emitted a light yellow light, which only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

Hou Jizhuan then grabbed the wooden stick with both hands at the same time, with the tips of his little fingers pressing against the left and right ends of the stick respectively. He silently chanted another spell and soon stopped.

Then he took the stick in his right hand, without bending his arms, and just swung them slightly at his sides. From time to time, he would quietly point one end of the stick at passers-by, but because his hands were low and swung at his sides, no one noticed that he was secretly pointing the stick at other people.

Because it was a spell that Hou Jizhuan chanted, when he pointed the end of the stick at a passerby, Hou Jizhuan could see a white beam of light between the end of the stick and the passerby. Therefore, even if he pointed at a passerby who was far away from him at the time, he could quickly determine whether he had really pointed at the right person. Only Hou Jizhuan could see the white beam of light. With the guidance of the beam of light, he could point at whoever he wanted to point at without missing a target.

If he saw the white beam of light turn orange when he pointed the stick at a person, he would know that person was the one with certain characteristics he was looking for, and that person could help him restore the situation in the gray house to a certain extent.

However, after pointing the stick at some people, the color of the white light beam that Hou Jizhuan saw did not change at all. Of course, he did not hold out much hope, and he tried it just to avoid any regrets. He knew that from the moment he started to perform the ritual, as long as the time was up, even if he met someone with that characteristic again, he would not be able to know that person had that characteristic, and the white light beam would no longer exist.

Hou Jizhuan didn't know how many people he had pointed at on the road with the magic stick he had cast on it. He pointed at almost every person he saw.

Every time he pointed, he was very careful to prevent the beam of light from hitting Tie Wandao. After all, Tie Wandao was wearing something, and Hou Jizhuan thought that if the white beam of light hit Tie Wandao, the thing on Tie Wandao would give a warning. Although Hou Jizhuan was just trying it casually while walking, he was actually very careful in his actions.

Both ends of the wooden stick that he had cast a spell on could emit white light beams that only he could see. As he walked, in order to prevent the white light beam from the other end of the stick from touching Tie Wandao when he used one end to point at other people, he blocked the other end of the stick with his palm, so that only the white light beam from one end of the stick could hit people other than himself.

He did not dare to relax at all. Although the swinging of his arms at his sides seemed very natural, he was actually very nervous in his heart. His eyes were always fixed on the white beam of light that only he could see. This made him unable to pay attention to where he had followed Tie Wandao to for a while.

It was not until he was about to reach the gate of a palace with Tie Wandao that he realized that he was about to enter the Ao Qian Palace.

(End of this chapter)