Chapter 2150 Human Head and Spider Body

The sun was setting in the west, and the golden dusk covered the entire Bolai Town. The residents who sang and danced after dinner seemed to have heard a new dusk song, and their dance steps were also rejuvenated; the poets in the square played the harp and sang the poems of the sunset in an elegant tone; the painters on the riverside also stepped up their time to record this beautiful moment.

In many places, dusk is praised as the key to open the darkness, but in Bolai Town, it has become a treasure to be praised.

But even if the treasure is brilliant, there are places that cannot be illuminated, such as the orphanage deep in Thyssen Lane.

In a dark little house, little Sam opened his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, got off the bed, opened the window and looked outside. The sky was dark, and only a few bright spots were occasionally seen in the shadows of the buildings in the distance, and the dusk in the gap could be seen.

The orphanage is always shrouded in gloom, as if it was separated from the outside world by dusk and dawn.

If ordinary people came here, they would probably be scared. Even the brave ones would not like such a place.

But little Sam felt the cold and even dead world around him, but he felt inexplicably peaceful in his heart.

Compared with the hard work and boredom on the farm in the past few years, he relaxed his mind here for the first time. Perhaps because of this moment of mood, he did not hate or fear the orphanage.

Sitting in front of the window for a while, little Sam thought about all kinds of things in his mind, the past, the present, and the future.

It was not until there was a knock at the door that he came back to his senses in a trance.

"Are you brother Sam?"

After the door opened, there was a little boy who looked very soft and cute. But little Sam had heard from Mr. Tison that there were only dead spirits in the orphanage, and this little boy should be one of them.

"Yada?"

Yada's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and raised it high: "Yes, my name is Yada!"

Little Sam looked at Yada's shining eyes and subconsciously rubbed his head. After rubbing, he was stunned.

Is he a little over the line?

Also, he should be afraid of the dead, but why is he not afraid of Yada at all?

When little Sam hesitated, Yada was very happy. He inexplicably liked this little brother and was not at all opposed to his closeness.

"You came to see me, is there something?" Little Sam coughed twice and put away his hands that he didn't know where to put.

"It was Mr. Pat who asked me to come. The master said that brother Sam woke up and asked you to go over." Yada said.

When little Sam heard that it was Mr. Pat who asked him to go over, he said without hesitation: "Okay, you lead the way."

Perhaps Yada is very soft and easy to talk to, little Sam asked about the orphanage and Mr. Pat all the way.

Yada basically didn't answer Mr. Pat's questions; but he didn't hide the situation of the orphanage. Little Sam also knew that the orphanage was gloomy during the day, which was caused by illusions; the illusions here were used for the trials of gifted people; and another dead spirit named Shanni did not appear because of her unstable emotions recently.

When little Sam wanted to ask why Sunny was so emotionally unstable and the details of Mr. Tison, they had already arrived at the door of Mr. Pat's room.

"I'll wait for Brother Sam outside. I'll take Brother Sam out for dinner later." Yada waved to little Sam and hid in the darkness.

Little Sam took a deep breath and knocked on the silent wooden door.

After a while, sitting in front of the dim oil lamp, little Sam heard Angel's question: "Yada should have told you why I asked you to come here, right?"

Little Sam nodded: "Test the mental power value."

Angel said lightly: "Yes, after eating and sleeping well, your mental power has begun to recover to its peak, and the test is most accurate at this time."

After Angel finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and created a small game illusion in front of little Sam.

This is an enlightenment game in the holographic tablet.

Through the small game, little Sam's thoughts gradually became active and his mental power became excited. At this time, Angel handed the scale for measuring mental power to little Sam.

When little Sam was about to look down at the scale, Angel stopped him: "Don't look at other places on the scale, it will have an impact on your mental power. The correct way to use the scale is to start from the 0 scale at the bottom and slowly look up along the light golden line inside. How much you can see is how much your mental power value is."

After explaining, Angel signaled little Sam to test it.

Little Sam solemnly picked up the scale and began to focus on the 0 scale. As his attention focused, the golden line in the scale moved like a snake, and began to move slowly upwards...

At first, when Angel used the scale to test the mental power value, he just felt a little dry in his eyes when he reached the 7 scale. After 10, one golden line became two, forming a double helix rushing upwards. At that time, Angel felt a tingling in his brain.

But when little Sam reached the 4 scale, his forehead began to sweat. When the golden line reached 5 with difficulty, veins began to bulge.

When little Sam felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to burst, the golden line climbed up again. However, this climb exceeded the upper limit of little Sam's tolerance. Little Sam felt his eyes go black and then fainted.

Angel took the scale from little Sam.

The golden line stopped at scale 7.

"A bowl of witch soup can just bring his mental power to 10, which is beyond the lower limit of a gifted person." A complicated look flashed in Angel's eyes: "It's exactly 10, is that right? It's indeed what Feng left behind... …”

When he was in the abyss, Angel also felt that Feng seemed to have calculated everything. Whether it was him, the nightclub owner, Fafnir, or Odekras, they seemed to be in the trap set by Feng.

Therefore, Angel was not surprised when he saw that the scale reached exactly 7.

While Angel was muttering in a low voice, he didn't know that in the distant world inside the shell, a painter called Sister Feng sneezed, rubbed her nose and said, "Who is thinking of me? I guess it's Rowling... Rowling said she doesn't care, but she actually cares a lot. After all, it's about her ethnicity. Alas, I don't know if witch soup with 3 points of mental power limit can cultivate a gifted person. There’s nothing I can do about it, I’m just a poor painter with only that little savings.”

Angel didn't know that this time, it was really just a coincidence.

He put the dial aside, his eyes flashing.

The Magic Painting Wizard can even estimate Little Sam's spiritual power, so he will go to the Tidal World, so that should be included in the calculation, right?

Even if he was really counted, Angel would still go to the tidal world in order to find a suitable elemental life.

"You are indeed worthy of being called a legendary wizard, so powerful."

While Angel was sighing in his heart, little Sam on the other side began to slowly wake up.

…

Little Sam breathed a sigh of relief after learning that his mental strength test value was 7. Although he is a low-level person, at least he has become a gifted person and has the opportunity to step into the extraordinary world.

"After you go back, heat the witch soup on the stove and drink it after it is completely melted." Angel said, "After you drink it, have a good sleep. Come back tomorrow and I will test your talent."

Although it is already known that little Sam has the talent of near-spiritual body, the future direction still needs further measurement.

Little Sam nodded and exited the room.

After little Sam left, Angel entered into self-precipitation. No matter where he goes, Angel will not relax his focus on himself until he has thoroughly digested the knowledge.

Time passed by.

One night passed, and little Sam stood in front of him again in high spirits.

"Mr. Pat, I already took witch soup last night." Little Sam hesitated and asked, "Does my current mental power value reach 10 points?"

Angel had already felt the fluctuations in little Sam's mental power when he entered the door. This was only possible after the mental power value exceeded 10 points.

"Congratulations, you are now a gifted person. However, this only gives you the opportunity to pursue the truth. Whether you can embark on the extraordinary road in the future is still uncertain." Angel said a few words briefly, He didn't say too many words of encouragement or discouragement. These were left to Little Sam's mentor in the future.

"Although you are a gifted person now, I still need further confirmation of your talent."

Angel snapped his fingers, and some changes visible to the naked eye immediately appeared in the room.

The door was opened and the wind blew in, the extinguished oil lamp began to light up again, the empty water glass was quickly filled with water, and a flower pot filled with soil appeared out of thin air on the table...

After all these facilities were set up, Angel took out the talent ball and small hourglass.

"The timer of the hourglass is one minute. During this minute, pay attention to what changes occur around you."

After that, Angel placed the talent ball in front of Little Sam.

Little Sam nodded solemnly and solemnly placed his hand on the talent ball.

The talent ball immediately shined with bright light. In this halo, little Sam looked out the window and suddenly pressed a face...

The hourglass flips over and the one-minute countdown ends.

Angel glanced at little Sam and found that his pupils were shrunken and he was still immersed in some emotion, so he ignored him and took back the talent ball on his own, waiting for him to recover.

"What did you see?" Angel asked when little Sam's eyes regained their light.

Little Sam's face turned slightly pale, and he swallowed his saliva: "I saw... a human face pasted by the window."

"I seem to know her. She is my mother's sister, Mrs. Silla. She died of illness when I was very young. There is only one oil painting placed in the Star Lake Castle. Her appearance in front of the window is exactly the same as in the oil painting. I can Recognize her."

When Angel heard this, he thought to himself: What he saw was the undead. Sure enough, little Sam was of the soul type.

"However, Mrs. Silla is a little different from the oil painting. She seems to have only her head as Mrs. Silla. I vaguely saw her body outside the window, which looked like... a spider."

Special soul? Angel was a little surprised. It seems that little Sam is suitable for cultivating special souls in the future? This is in line with Nice's expectations of him.

Angel: "Any more?"

Little Sam hesitated: "I seemed to hear her voice. She was calling me to find her. Her direction is over there."

Little Sam turned and pointed south.

Angel's eyes seemed to be looking through the wall, looking south. Passing through grasslands and forests, his eyes saw a rolling mountain range.

"Over there, is that the direction we came from?"

Little Sam nodded: "Yes, my mother once told me that Mrs. Silla died of illness in Star Lake Castle. I have some doubts, does Mrs. Silla's soul still remain near Star Lake Castle? She was in Tell me and let me go find her."

Angel pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly: "Don't think too much, this is just a talent test, just to determine your specific talent."

"Besides, I've seen Star Lake Castle, and there are no souls with human heads and spider bodies there. Neither undead nor undead."

When little Sam heard this, although he was a little hesitant, he still believed Angel's words.

"Your talent is indeed soul-based. Your mentor will discuss the specific situation with you in the future." Angel patted Little Sam on the shoulder: "You can go back, Ada is still waiting for you outside. "

Little Sam nodded to Angel and left the room.

After Little Sam left, Angel looked back out the window and fell into deep thought.

After pondering, he closed his eyes and went to the wilderness of dreams.

When he found Nice, he was sitting on the airship heading to the new city address.

"Wizard of Nice, are you planning to go to the new city to help?"

Ness nodded and sighed: "Liana asked me to go over and help. In fact, I really don't want to..."

After a pause, Nice looked at Angel: "You came to me. Have you finished testing little Sam's talent?"

Angel: "Yes, his mental power value is exactly 7 points. After taking the witch soup, he is now a gifted person."

After briefly explaining Little Sam’s situation, Angel talked about what Little Sam saw and heard in the talent test.

"Is the call he heard true?"

"This is also the first time I've heard of this." Ness murmured: "However, the talent ball pulls the tester into a spiritual world. Everything he hears, sees, and thinks is real in that world. ”

"Maybe, that Mrs. Silla is really calling him."

"The soul with the head of a human and the body of a spider is one of the common special souls in the "Soul Record"... However, souls in this form are generally undead."

Angel: "What you mean is that Mrs. Silla is real and her call is real, but her call may have bad intentions for little Sam."

Nice nodded: "Yes, this kind of special undead is said to have been betrayed by blood relatives during his lifetime, suffered great torture, and was formed out of this resentment. It is extremely murderous, especially towards relatives."

"Unfortunately, although it is a special soul, it is undead and of no use to me."

"However, the other party may have discovered Little Sam. As a blood relative of Little Sam, even if Little Sam doesn't look for her, she will probably come to him."