At first, Roland thought that it was just his imagination.
But as the ritual went on, the mass of energy above their heads became more and more obvious.
It turned from a tiny mass of energy into an energy ball the size of a basketball.
Roland stayed in the middle of his clansmen, quietly sensing the energy fluctuations coming from above, occasionally glancing up.
Occasionally, he would look up, but he couldn't see anything except for the rising smoke from the candles on the old roof beams.
Roland's father was right next to him. Noticing that his son kept looking at the sky, he did the same, but he didn't see anything special. He asked, "What are you looking at? Is there gold up there?"
"There's a big spider," Roland lied casually.
At this moment, the mass of energy was still growing, and it was emitting a special energy that attracted Roland's nerves and emotions.
Without him knowing it, Roland began to feel thirsty, and the mass of energy above him was like a sweet spring.
Roland held back his desire and forced himself to stop sensing it.
Who knew what it was? What if it was poisonous?
Even if he wanted to absorb it, he had to find a time when there were fewer people.
The ritual was still going on. Because it was a simplified ritual, Fourth Uncle had finished the procedure in no more than three hours.
In front of the altar where the densely packed memorial tablets were placed, Fourth Uncle sang the last Soul Return Spell in a sharp but unique tone and announced that the ritual was over.
More than sixty people heaved a sigh of relief. Although it was a simplified version of the sacrificial ceremony, it still took almost three hours. Most people's legs were a little numb from standing.
They talked to each other and left the ancestral hall, but Roland didn't leave. He asked his parents to go back to the village first.
According to the customs here, after the sacrifice, no one was allowed to leave. At the very least, they had to have a meal together before they could leave.
Roland, on the other hand, stayed in the ancestral hall and continued sensing the special mass of energy.
He was more and more thirsty. He couldn't help but take out a bottle of water from his pocket and drink it up.
But it didn't work at all.
However, he was able to suppress his desire with his self-control.
There were fewer and fewer people in the ancestral hall. In the end, Roland was the only one left. A couple of kids wanted to stay and play, but they all ran away.
After all, this was an old ancestral hall. Coupled with its remote location, it was extremely quiet. When there weren't many people around, it would seem a bit eerie.
As the people left, the mass of energy on the roof slowed down much faster than it was when it was formed.
Roland frowned. If this thing disappeared, would he have to wait until the next ritual to reappear? That would be at least a year.
He looked around and found a bamboo ladder that was used to maintain the ancestral hall. It was a very tall ladder that was usually used to go up to the roof.
Roland walked over and picked up the ladder.
At first, Roland thought that it would be quite heavy, but he didn't expect that he could lift it easily. Then, he walked to the bottom of the roof and set the bamboo ladder on the beam.
At this moment, Roland sensed that the mass of energy on the roof was only half its original size.
He hurriedly climbed up the ladder and sat on the beam.
The old house was very big, and the beam was naturally thick. It wouldn't be a problem for five adults to sit on it, much less an adult.
In Roland's perception, the mass of energy was only half a meter in front of him.
But he couldn't see the mass of energy at all, and he couldn't see anything special. He could only perceive it.
The mass of energy gradually shrank into the size of a ping-pong ball.
At this moment, the uncanny sense of thirst in Roland's body was mostly gone. He sat in silence and didn't act rashly.
A moment later, the mass of energy was only the size of a little finger. Also, its frequency became more and more unstable, as if it could break at any moment.
It was time.
Roland licked his lips and extended his hand.
Earlier, he feared that the mass of energy was harmful, so he didn't do anything reckless.
But at this moment, the mass of energy was only one percent of its original size, and its structure seemed to be disintegrating. It would disappear if he didn't do anything soon.
Roland knew very well that a lot of things were highly toxic, but they were all hooligans.
He didn't know whether or not the mass of energy the size of a little finger was harmful to him, but he knew that it was much safer than when it was the size of a basketball.
He extended his hand and grabbed something invisible in the air.
It was truly invisible, and his hand didn't grab anything.
But in his perception, Roland knew that he had caught this thing.
It was a contradictory feeling.
Before he had time to be delighted or surprised, the mass of energy was broken the moment he grabbed it.
It was broken into many pieces that pierced into Roland's palm and melted into his flesh and blood as air currents.
Roland felt a burst of cold air spreading from his right hand to his limbs and bones at an extremely fast speed.
It was really cold.
He shook his head. There didn't seem to be anything wrong except for the coldness.
Roland climbed down from the beam along the bamboo ladder and put the ladder back in the corner.
He walked out of the ancestral hall. When he was wondering what the mass of energy was, he suddenly felt that his feet were weak. After a few more steps, he felt that he couldn't exert any strength at all.
His legs shivering, he hurried to sit down on the steps of the ancestral hall.
He touched his forehead. His body temperature was normal.
He touched his chest. His heart was beating fast. Then, he exhaled. It seemed to be hot.
That mass of energy wasn't poisonous, was it … Roland smiled bitterly. At this moment, he saw that the world was spinning, as if he were drunk or had a cold in his head. He felt nauseous and nauseous.
The world was spinning, and his head was heavy.
Damn it. Was it really poisonous?
Roland helplessly smiled bitterly. He was already quite cautious, waiting until the thing became the smallest, or even about to disappear before grabbing it in his hand.
But it still didn't work.
At this moment, a child came to him. Although the world was spinning in his vision, Roland could still recognize that it was one of his nephews. He hurriedly called the child's nickname. "Water, go and get me two big bottles of mineral water. I'm a little nauseous."
The easiest way to save yourself when you were poisoned was to drink more water.
The boy was stunned for a moment. Then, he accepted the order and ran to the village.
The world around him was spinning faster and faster. Roland struggled to take out his phone from his pocket. He wanted to call the ambulance, but he suddenly saw stars and fell into darkness.
There was no telling how long it took, but Roland opened his eyes.
There was a white ceiling and a ceiling fan.
Roland looked around again. The bed was white, and there was an intense smell of disinfectant.
Ah … I'm in the hospital again.
Roland smiled bitterly and was about to sit up, when Roland's mother came in. Seeing that Roland was awake, she said angrily, "Don't get up yet. Lie down."
Roland's mother looked angry, but she was more reassured.
Roland looked around again, only to find that he was the only patient in the ward, and that he had an intravenous drip on his arm.
"I'm here. What's wrong?"
"You scared me." Roland's eyes were bloodshot. "When we were in the village, Deshui screamed and ran to us, saying that you had passed out. Then, we ran to you, only to find you sleeping at the gate of the ancestral hall. Then, we called an ambulance and sent you to the hospital. The doctor examined you and did a blood test, but found nothing wrong with you. He said that you were suffering from severe oxygen intoxication, so he simply put you on an intravenous drip and said that you would be fine after some rest. "
Oxygen intoxication? Hypoallergenic reaction?
Roland's eyes bulged. "I didn't go to Mount Everest. How could I be suffering from oxygen intoxication?"
"That's what we said." Roland's mother snorted. "But the doctor examined you again and again, and it was the same symptom. There was nothing we could do."
Roland was immediately lost for words.
At this moment, Roland's father and a man in a white coat walked in at the same time.
The doctor was expressionless. He illuminated Roland's pupils with a flashlight, looked at his tongue, and scanned Roland's temperature with a portable electronic thermometer. Then, he said, "It seems that you're fine. You can go home. You'll only incur more medical bills if you stay in the hospital."
Roland's mother said worriedly, "Doctor, why don't we let him stay in the hospital for one more night? His illness is too strange."
"There's nothing serious that can be detected. It's probably just oxygen intoxication. You just need to rest for a few days and eat some light food. You'll only be a waste of medical resources if you stay here. "The doctor left after saying that.
Having no choice, Roland could only go through the discharge procedures with his family.
He didn't feel anything when he was lying in bed, but he felt weak and dizzy the moment he woke up.
It was already past twenty-one when he returned home. Roland had a bowl of porridge and crawled into the game cabin weakly.
Very soon, he fell asleep and entered the game.
In the game, he felt that his body was extremely relaxed and not affected by his weak body in reality at all.
"So, the soul is indeed unaffected by the body?" Roland moved his body and mumbled to himself.
Then, he found a message in the guild system. He opened it, only to find that other members of F6 had pinged him.
Schuck: "I saw the girl that Li Lin mentioned. Her name is Night Tide Sands, right? She's not bad."
Brazil: "I think she's not bad too. She's obviously a great future wife. What's more, she behaved normally when she saw Schuck. She wouldn't become a love-struck fool. "
Husseret: "She's fair and elegant, as good as Schuck's wife."
Raffel: "Keep it up, Roland. Try to let us attend your wedding in a year."
Did they go to the saber arts club in the afternoon? Roland scratched his head and casually replied in the guild chat.
Roland: "She doesn't like me. Don't try to set me up."
Then, he closed the guild chat and found Vivian. "I'll go to Isnas soon. I'll leave the Magic Tower and the manor to you."
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