Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 62 The Fusion Ceremony Begins

The radio in the car was still playing at the highest volume, slowly telling the midnight story.

[This time, Master Li finally got a big order, and the other party wanted to go to the suburbs.

Originally, Master Li didn't want to accept the order because the suburbs were too far away and no one would take a taxi, and the round trip gas was very expensive.

Moreover, the area was really remote. A while ago, a colleague of his had a car accident while driving at night, which made the superstitious Master Li even more reluctant to take on this business.

But the passenger seemed very anxious and actually added an extra 30 yuan tip. 】

Thirty yuan!
Li Qiang was sweating profusely and his whole body was shaking.

The tip for that young man for this order was thirty yuan!
He couldn't fool himself anymore. It wasn't that his friends were playing a trick on him, because they couldn't possibly know the exact price of the deal.

Li Qiang swallowed his saliva, reached out his hand tremblingly, and mustered up the courage to turn the volume knob on the center console.

He kept turning it back and forth, trying to lower the volume of the radio, but it had no effect except adding some noise to the host's narration.

[Li Qiang saw that the young man who got on the bus was holding a black cloth and a few white candles, as if he was going to do something strange~~
Li Qiang couldn't help but wonder: What is he going to do? Why does he always hold a small mirror?
This young man... gives people a very strange feeling. 】

"Fuck your mother!"

“Fuck! The Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder God! The Supreme Lord Laozi, hurry up and obey the command! Amitabha! Amitabha!”

While reciting the titles of the Bodhisattvas and the gods, Li Qiang frantically slapped the center console, trying to stop the radio from continuing to play.

He turned the volume knob hard, and finally, the volume of the radio station suddenly became lower.

Just when Li Qiang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the radio volume suddenly increased again, even exceeding the original volume limit of the system, as if a loudspeaker had been added!

The host's storytelling voice also became horribly distorted at this exaggerated volume, as if he was roaring.

[Li Qiang discovered...that person couldn't even turn his head!

He noticed something was wrong and stepped on the accelerator! The car sped away!

He kept speeding up while staring at the rearview mirror. Only when the young man's figure disappeared from the rearview mirror did he breathe a sigh of relief and open the chat group.

"Fuck it! Brothers, you will never guess that I was pulling a ghost when I was pulling the cart just now!" Li Qiang began to complain to his brothers who were traveling with him.

Lao Zhang, who also has the habit of online gambling, also sent a voice message in the group: "Lao Li, you are stupid again. In this modern society, no one knows how to use a mobile phone. I advise you not to listen to that damn radio station in the middle of the night. You are crazy!"

Another brother who went to the same high school as Li Qiang, A Qian, also echoed: "That's right, Brother Li, you are just scaring yourself, this time..."

"My grass!"

Li Qiang screamed in fear, opened the car door, and jumped out of the car with weak legs.

He was shocked, because everything said in the story on the radio was what he had just said to his brothers, and... the voices of the characters in it were exactly the same as they were in real life!
"Call the police, yes, call the police!"

Li Qiang touched his pocket tremblingly, but found that his cell phone had fallen on the car.

He stood on the deserted road, staring blankly at his car.

The radio station playing in the car was so loud that even standing outside, one could vaguely hear fuzzy fragments.

He really didn't dare to open the door and get back into the car.

The night wind blew on his body, and Li Qiang, whose clothes were soaked with cold sweat, shivered. His mind seemed to be clearer.

He gritted his teeth, mustered up the courage to open the car door, and reached for his phone. The moment he opened the door, he also heard the content of the radio broadcast: [“I can definitely drive out, I can definitely drive out, this road can’t have no end!”]

It is the characters in the story who are speaking.

It was his own voice.

……

……

Xia Shou walked deeper into the woods and stopped at a suitable open space.

The woods at night are eerie and mysterious. The moonlight makes the tree trunks look white, and deeper in the woods are heavy shadows of trees.

The haphazardly growing branches cast mottled shapes on the leaf-covered ground. As the clouds moved in the night sky, the shadows of the trees on the ground looked like swimming snakes.

Xia Shou turned on two portable flashlights, hung them on two trees, and then he and Alice began to draw the ritual pattern.

With Alice's help, he accurately drew a square magic circle on the black cloth according to the pattern in the notes, and wrote the meaningless words and runes in fixed positions one by one.

Finally, he used scissors to poke a few holes in the black cloth, which would later be used to simulate the starry sky.

"Oh, Alice, without your help, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish drawing such a complicated magic circle pattern until dawn. Help me to straighten the black cloth. I want to light a candle underneath."

Four invisible hands grabbed the four corners of the black cloth and stretched it flat in the air. If an ordinary person was at the scene, he would see a piece of cloth floating in the air with no one around, just like black magic.

Xia Shou lit enough candles below, and the yellow candlelight shone through the holes like stars in the night sky.

Finally, he reached the last step, and he still needed to recite spells to communicate with the power of the gods.

These spells have special syllables, and in the rote notes, the other party marked the correct pronunciation using pinyin.

However, there are still many syllables that cannot be accurately described by pinyin, so we have to add more descriptions, such as describing the position of the tongue in the mouth, to ensure the accuracy of pronunciation.

Xia Shou took a notebook and kept chanting the spell, trying and making mistakes, making adjustments, and always paying attention to the changes around him.

The night wind blew through the gaps between the leaves, making a hissing sound like a venomous snake, and insects buzzed softly under the hidden grass and hills.

One after another, meaningless spells came out of Xia Shou's mouth.

I don’t know how long it took, the sound of the wind, the rubbing of pages, and the chirping of insects all died down, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Xia Shou's vision and hearing had undergone subtle changes. He didn't know whether to describe the moonlight as darker or brighter. The light was brighter, but the scene around him was blurrier. Everything became hazy, as if covered by a layer of dark gray mist.

The surroundings turned white and gray. In this white and gray, only the black shadow under his feet was still as black as ink.

"It seems that the ceremony was successful." Xia Shou muttered to himself.

The shadows under his feet churned for a while, and waves of power were sent out, each representing a skill.

In this white mist, Xia Shou could clearly feel the attributes of each skill.

He currently has a total of seven skills, namely: Seeking Death, Perpetual Injury, Reaching the Pinnacle in No Man's Land, Stopping Injury with Blood, Blood Riot, Sympathy, and Blood Terror Revolver.

In addition, there are some residues left over from the last use of those disposable skills.

(End of this chapter)