Chapter 2152 Dark Clouds Hang Low

In the leather scroll that records the practice of soul tricks, Frode once read a record, which clearly recorded that in addition to following the steps, there is another way to learn soul tricks:

By killing and absorbing the special energy of the undead, to assist in practicing soul tricks.

This method is actually very limited, and it is very likely to cause the undead to fall because of the chaotic energy in the undead.

In addition, the soul tricks obtained by absorbing the undead must be consistent with the abilities of the undead itself.

For example, if an undead only has the ability of "possession", then the first soul trick learned by absorbing this undead through special methods can only be possession.

The most important thing is that the effect of the absorbed soul tricks may not be very good. It is better to practice by yourself, have more choices, and avoid falling.

Before, Frode had never considered using this method.

But now he has heard about the spider undead lady Xila.

The spider undead is a special undead. The so-called special undead means that they have a special place that is different from ordinary undead, perhaps with a stronger influence on the material world, or have special abilities that are different from ordinary undead.

Killing special undead, the soul tricks absorbed are very likely to be the opponent's special abilities, and the strength will be much stronger than ordinary soul tricks!

Of course, the chaotic energy brought by special undead will be more turbulent, and the probability of corruption will also be raised.

But what Frode is least afraid of is corruption.

With the reincarnation prelude, even if he is corrupted, he can be pulled back. However, if you can avoid corruption, don't fall. If you really fall, not only will you waste white light bullets, but the absorbed ability will not return.

Because of the special nature of the spider undead, Frode's balance in his heart began to shift.

Angel could naturally see Frode's thoughts. He actually preferred to let Frode use special undead to break through the soul tricks, but the final decision still needed Frode himself to make the final decision.

Angel: "Since you have this idea, why not wait for a while. See what special abilities this spider-turned undead has."

Frode nodded: "Okay."

For the next period of time, Angel and Frode temporarily lived in a ranger's wooden house on the high ground behind the lakeshore, where they could see the direction of the castle.

In order to avoid the special undead's strong sense of induction and dare not come, Angel and Frode did not use their energy, but sat quietly and waited.

Time flies, and two days have passed.

Frode pushed open the door of the wooden house, and the weather was very clear. Under the sunshine, you can smell the water vapor and wood fragrance in the air.

Frode stood at the door and looked at the Star Lake Castle in the distance.

It was still as majestic and peaceful as before, and with the shadows of the trees, it was even more quiet.

Looking at such a castle, Frode's doubts rose again: Will the spider-turned undead really come? What you see and hear in the talent test is the touch of the spiritual world in a higher dimension. Can this touch really be reflected in reality?

"Chigujigu"

When Frode was looking into the distance, a black shadow suddenly flashed in the forest, startling a flock of birds. The black shadow was very fast and pointed directly at the wooden house.

When the black shadow was about to hit the door, Frode shifted his body and the black shadow immediately rushed into the house.

As the black shadow came into the house, waves of chirping filled the air.

Frode looked back and saw that the black shadow had come to Angel at this time, stopped on his palm, and revealed its body shape. A small seabird with gray feathers.

It was Toby who had slept for many days and rarely got out.

Toby chirped and chirped, as if he was telling something. Although Frode had been in contact with Toby for quite a while, the bird language still had no improvement. He could only hear that Toby was very excited.

Thinking that Toby was released to detect the movement of the undead at high altitude, Frode's eyes lit up: Could it be that Toby saw the traces of the spider-transformed undead?

Frode looked at Angel, and only Angel, who had reached the maximum level of bird language, could hear what Toby wanted to say.

"It didn't see the spider-transformed undead. The reason why it was so excited was simply because..." Angle paused and lowered his voice a few points: "There is no Greya here."

Toby originally thought that he would be free in the wilderness of dreams, and it was indeed so at the beginning. He followed Tulas and wandered around every day. However, one day, Greya also knew the existence of the wilderness of dreams and entered the wilderness of dreams.

Since then, Toby has fallen into a nightmare of training in reality and training in the wilderness of dreams.

After Angel finally left the Savage Cave, Toby returned to reality. Without Greya's tiger mother education, it was naturally very excited. Even flying in the withered forest made it very happy.

As the actual manager of Chuxin City, Frode naturally knew how strict Graya was with Toby... It can be said that Graya basically took over the stone pillar arena in the south of the city.

Therefore, Frode also understood Toby's mentality: "Alas, it's not easy for it either."

Hearing Frode's support, Toby also flew to his side, chirped a few times, and expressed his feelings.

Angel shook his head, laughed, and said: "Although Toby didn't see the spider spirit, nor did he feel the movement of the undead nearby. But it told me that in its spiritual perception, this mountain forest has changed a little."

"Change?" Frode was puzzled.

Toby chattered, but Frode didn't understand a word, so he could only ask Angel for help again.

"Some creatures have exhibited abnormal behavior. For example, natural enemies meet but no longer fight, and they each nest in their nests; rats and ants begin to dig deeper holes and disappear, and the middle and lower sections of the ecological closed loop are obviously isolated."

Flood: "What does that mean?"

Angel: "I don't know yet, but I can vaguely see that there may be more manic predators coming soon."

Predator? There was a flash of concentration in Froud's eyes. Although many animals and insects have no intelligence, in the spiritual world, the information they can feel is more profound and pure.

Their reactions, to a large extent, feed back some kind of information to the outside world.

If according to Angel's deduction, there are more manic predators...then will it be Lady Silla who is coming?

Angel could see what Froude was thinking. While stroking Toby's soft feathers, he said, "Wait a little longer. If, as Toby said, the atmosphere in the forest has changed significantly, then The time for change is not far away.”

"Tomorrow at most, the answer will emerge."

…

In the secret basement of Star Lake Castle, little Sam is sorting out his mother's collection of valuable authentic works.

While cleaning up the dust on the oilcloth covering the painting "Wanderer in the Wheat Field", he explained the story inside and outside the painting to Ada at the other end.

Ada listened with great fascination.

Little Sam liked Ada's simplicity and kindness very much, so he was happy to share these little stories with Ada.

As time passed, Ada also began to help little Sam clean up the dust and place the original works.

When the clock in the basement started to ring, little Sam put down what he was doing.

"It's already six o'clock. I'll go out to cook first and continue later." Little Sam said.

Ada nodded, he understood that little Sam was a human being and needed food to satisfy his hunger.

Ada followed little Sam step by step, leaving the basement and entering the corridor on the first floor.

"Would you like to follow me to the kitchen, or play by yourself first?" Little Sam asked.

Ada was naturally willing to follow little Sam, but just as he was about to answer, a strange fluctuation came to his ears silently.

"Brother Sam, I...my spirit body has been a little unstable these days. I may have to go back to the house to rest for a while and recover."

Little Sam has read a lot of soul-related books during this period, and naturally understands how terrible the instability of the spirit body is for the undead, and may even cause corruption. Therefore, he asked nervously: "Why is the spirit body unstable? Is there a way to solve it?"

Yada lowered his head and avoided Little Sam's nervous eyes: "The death energy in Star Lake Castle is very heavy. I was contaminated with too much death energy in a short period of time, so there are signs of instability in the spirit body."

Little Sam: "How about we go find Mr. Pat, he... he should be able to help you stabilize your spirit body, right?"

Yada shook his head: "No, my spirit body is not to the point where I need adults to take action. I just need to sleep for a while and rest to return to normal."

As he spoke, Ada walked upstairs.

Little Sam quickly followed up: "Really, it's okay if you just need to rest?"

Ada nodded and read out exactly what he heard from his ears: "Yes. Mr. Pat arranged a special force field in Shanni and I's room. When we were resting, The power of the soul will slowly recover."

Although little Sam knew something about the wizard, he had no idea about the wizard's methods. He also believed Ada when he heard that there was a special force field in the room. Because he had seen Shanni's room before. After closing the door, strange light patterns appeared on the door. It is said that no one can open it except Mr. Pat and Shanni himself. It is like an inscription space inside. , forming an independent small world of defense.

Mr. Pat also arranged it in Ada's room, which may be the special force field he mentioned.

Yada stood in front of the bedroom door: "I'm going to rest first. I may wake up in a day or two. During this period... it's best not to disturb me."

Little Sam nodded. It was about Ada's soul, so he naturally didn't dare to act rashly.

Ada: "Then I'm going in."

After Yada entered the door, he hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something: "Brother Sam..."

Before the words were spoken, the door closed by itself.

As the door was closed, the same light pattern as in Shanni's room appeared on the door panel, and a partition immediately appeared between the inside and outside of the room. Neither sound nor energy can intersect anymore.

Ada, who stood in the center of the room, lowered his head with regret.

"Don't worry. Before you left, my lord, you warned little Sam. Even if you didn't warn him, he has already had doubts in his mind in the past few days." Froude's voice echoed in the room.

Yada: "Will Brother Sam be safe?"

"Yes, you will see him again after you sleep." After saying this, Froude's voice gradually disappeared from the room.

Ada sighed and glanced outside the window. At some point, the wind suddenly picked up.

The nearby big trees were swaying in the wind. Looking through the gauze curtain, they looked like ghosts, revealing their ferocious claws and claws.

"I hope it's okay." Yada murmured to himself, climbed onto the exquisite bed, put on the login device, and fell into a deep sleep.

At the same time, little Sam, who was outside the door, pondered for a moment before walking towards the kitchen.

As he passed the terrace, little Sam heard a whistling wind.

Little Sam opened the door, walked to the terrace on the third floor, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.

It was dusk and evening. According to the past astronomical phenomena, there should be a hint of dusk glow in the sky. But now standing on the terrace and looking out, there is no glow, only rolling black clouds.

The black clouds were originally very low, and Xinghu Castle was on the hillside, and the black clouds in the sky seemed to be right in front of him.

The rolling clouds were reflected in Little Sam's pupils, and the black clouds were so close that they almost suppressed him into a frog that was about to suffocate.

With the cold mountain mist blowing from high above, Little Sam's heart beat inexplicably.

"I always feel that something bad is about to happen." Such a message suddenly flashed in Little Sam's consciousness. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and it seemed to be warning Little Sam of danger.

Little Sam's throat moved, and a fragment of memory emerged in the memory box.

Then we will leave first, you pay attention to safety.

This is what Mr. Pat said when he left. Little Sam always felt that he was implying something, and it kept coming to his mind these days.

Now thinking about it again.

Is there really any danger? Otherwise, why would Mr. Pat remind him to be careful?

"It should be just scaring himself. The undead here have been eliminated by Mr. Pat. Nothing will happen." Little Sam said to himself: "Even if there is really a danger, it is nothing more than a thief or a beast. There is a mechanism at the door, so it should be fine."

Little Sam turned around, unwilling to feel the pressure outside again.

The moment he crossed the terrace and stepped into the corridor.

The memory box was opened again, and a bizarre memory fragment emerged: he was in Mr. Pat's room, taking a talent test.

These fragments were in strong colors, gradually dissipated, and finally left only a picture.

The woman's face stuck on the window, and the dancing spider legs in the dark world outside.

"Mrs. Xila..." Little Sam's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that she really came to the door?"

If Mrs. Xila really came to the door, he would be alone...what to do?

Little Sam rubbed the back of his hand which was a little cold, unwilling to think about the result. Just thinking it was just a fantasy, he walked quickly through the dark corridor.

But before he took a few steps, a strange laugh suddenly sounded from behind.

Little Sam turned around, and there was no shadow behind him. There was only one window that could see outside, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the wind was whistling.

Little Sam murmured: "It should be just the sound of the wind, don't think too much, don't think too much..."