Chapter 16 It becomes your believer

All the damage on the rag doll was repaired, leaving only the big sunken hole in its abdomen.

Mi August asked softly: "What do you want to put in it?"

The doll shook his head shyly.

Mi August said patiently: "Cloth? Cotton? Straw or petals?"

"The petals are not bad. They can be made into dried flower plugs and can be used to spread fragrance inside. It's a pity that we don't have them in the house." Mi August said, remembering something, he turned around and took out a ball of hair from the drawer, and asked the doll: "I will use this for now."

How about it?"

Ragdoll was already intoxicated by the gentle tone and divine power, and had no resistance to Mi August's request.

It remained silent, and Mi August assumed it had agreed. He stuffed the test object cut off from the magic device [Long Hair] into the rag doll's belly, and then used the superb technique of sewing wounds on humans to sew up the rag doll's abdomen.

.

When everything was done, Mi August put down his needlework and looked at the doll in his hand.

She has a round face with round sideburns, crescent-shaped eyes, red cheeks, wearing a bright red short dress, and her limbs are hanging limply.

At first glance, it looks so festive and cute, then at second glance, it makes me laugh weirdly, and at third glance, I feel horrified.

The brand new look no longer looked like the tatters it had before, and the stitches were invisible to the naked eye.

Mi August stuffed it into the book of good and evil, and the doll showed no resistance.

[Weapon: Grudge]

[One star (mutation)]

[Curse another body with your own wounds]

…

The Book of Good and Evil has done many experiments with Mi August and seems to have understood her style.

Under the original brief introduction of "The Grudge", there are two more lines that match Mi August's experimental dictation technique.

[This is a crafty weapon that can injure an enemy a thousand times and damage itself eight hundred times. Perhaps because of this, its power of curse far exceeds that of a crafty weapon of the same level. Once the spell is cast with all its strength, no one under the spiritual master can resist it]

[The Grudge originally had no other attack power except self-injury and casting spells, but this Grudge Lucky was reshaped by the hand of God, and a strange mutation occurred. It is digesting the new strange power in the body]

[Grudges are never treated gently]

[It becomes your believer]

The cursed doll in the background of the book page has crooked eyes and round cheeks, as if smiling shyly at her through the pages of the book.

Mi August has an extra magical skill in his mind.

[Grudge Guard]: Curse the person who hurts you, and the person who hurts you will pay back double the amount.

It is indeed a divine skill. It is not only practical and powerful, but even if she uses this skill as a Yin God, she will not damage the [Grudge].

If she were to use [Grudge] when she was not wearing a night game, she would have to use [Grudge] with its normal effect.

"This makes it difficult for me." Mi August stroked the small round temples of [Grudge] on the page of the book, "How can I be willing to return you to my employer?"

Speaking of his employer, Suo Wuchang was quietly approaching the wall of the old house.

He stood outside the wall for a long time, his eyes behind his white face looking around in confusion.

"The strange energy is thin but not leaking, and it is sinister but not fierce. It is not like a strange thing that blocks the eyes. Could it be that it is really a spiritual thing?"

Thinking of this, Suo Wuchang couldn't help but reveal a trace of greed in his eyes.

Weapons are poisonous, strange stories are difficult to learn, and fairies are divided into different factions, hiding from each other. Spiritual objects are the most precious treasures that are created by gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Each one is unique and the number is very small. Once encountered, all parties will fight for it.

Suo Wuchang never thought that he could see spiritual beings in this mundane world of Canglan Continent.

The thought of killing someone and seizing the treasure only flashed through his mind for a moment before he calmly suppressed it.

Another reason why spiritual objects are rare is that they have spirits and will choose their owner to be born. Taking them by force is very likely to cause the spiritual objects to self-destruct, and it should also teach those who take them an unforgettable lesson.

He shot out a copper lock in his hand, jumped onto the high wall, saw a lighted house in the distance and groped towards it.

In the house.

Mi Feixue stared at her fingers, then flexibly performed a set of finger tricks, exactly like Jiang Shou did in the afternoon.

She stared closely at her fingertips, but after all, she still didn't see You Huo, whom Mi August praised for being so awesome.

Anger appeared on Mi Feixue's face, her brows raised, and she was about to try for the 108th time not to be outdone.

A cute and well-behaved child's face appeared on the bookshelf, "Little Master Feixue, it's almost time for Madam to come and put you to sleep."

Hearing this, Mi Feixue immediately stopped practicing that always ended in failure.

She felt depressed, even though she was doing the same thing, why couldn't she get the praise out of August?

This depression turned into the urge to write a diary, and Mi Feixue took out the booklet named "Flying Snow Day".

The previous page records the first time I met Yu Hu and the others.

Mi Feixue turned over it and picked up the brush to write down all the anger, grievance and depression in her heart on the paper.

[The wind blows, the fire flies]

[The wind makes the fire dance]

[Huo Zhuichui, Feng Huihui]

[The fire ignites the furnace for the wind]

[Burn in a big fire, burn in a big fire]

[The foreign villains are burned to ashes]

…

Suo Wuchang's black clothes are the best disguise in the dark night, and his white face moves through the night like a phantom.

The journey was uneventful as we approached the illuminated house, only a corridor away.

A wisp of night wind blew over and brushed against the exposed skin, causing it to burn slightly.

This burning sensation is nothing compared to the air in Dian Lingzhou.

Suo Wuchang had this thought in his mind and prepared to approach the house.

wrong!

This is Canglan Continent, and there is no spiritual poison in the air. How can the night wind be as burning as Dian Lingzhou?

The foot that stepped forward paused in mid-air, then suddenly turned back.

A sudden scene before his eyes proved that he was right to retreat.

A ball of red and nearly black flames ignited out of thin air on the ground he was about to step on.

The terrifying aura emanating from this flame shocked Suo Wuchang.

run!

Suo Wuchang's rich life and death experience made him choose to retreat without hesitation.

Just the oppressive feeling brought to him by this mysterious fire left him unable to resist, let alone what kind of terrifying existence it would be to control this mysterious fire.

He turned around to retreat, but was swept away by a strong wind and blocked his retreat.

The howling wind spread an invisible huge net, and he was the insect trapped in it. The copper locks flew out and hit the wind net with a 'bang bang' sound.

At this time, Suo Wuchang felt the burning sensation again, far exceeding the burning sensation he felt for the first time.

He looked in horror, seeing fire spreading on the ground all around, and flames wrapped in the wind net and sweeping toward him.

"Shou!"

Copper chains were wrapped around him in a circle to protect him from the wind and fire outside.

In just three seconds, the copper lock cracked.

"Poof!" Suo Wuchang spit out a mouthful of blood.

Scattered flames drifted in from the gaps in the chains and fell on him.

The clothes were not damaged, but the skin felt the pain of being fried.

If you don't use spiritual power to resist it, the burning pain will spread, and the skin will be burned into charcoal ash wherever it passes.

The spiritual power is quickly depleted, and [Impermanence] will not last long before it is destroyed.

He will not escape death by then.

Suo Wuchang screamed in despair, "I didn't mean to offend!"

…

Mi Feixue put down her pen, tidied her desk, and then read her diary again.

His eyes paused at the last line.
To be continued...