"It really is a vengeful spirit!"
Wu Ming sighed. He suddenly charged forward and punched out!
Bam!
A wooden shelf collapsed, and the porcelain vase on it shattered. The girl's figure disappeared.
"In the dream, even Steven's physique was restored. It's quite realistic …"
He laughed. "It's been a long time since I've used my full strength!"
"Do you want to play hide-and-seek?"
The girl's voice traveled over. Her two small hands had already grabbed onto Wu Ming's ankles.
"Shake!"
Wu Ming twisted his feet like an iron plow plowing the ground. The hard wooden boards were shattered, but the little girl's hands turned into nothingness and disappeared in an instant.
"Hehe!"
The girl's laughter continued to echo. Her bloody face suddenly appeared in the mirror, on the wall, and in the chandelier …
Bam!
Wu Ming's expression did not change. His fists and legs were like the wind. In an instant, the surroundings were in a mess.
"Hehe!"
The ringing of the bell continued. The little girl's figure appeared again. She looked unharmed.
"Huff, huff …"
Wu Ming let out a long breath. "The warm-up exercise is over. It's time to get serious …"
He narrowed his eyes. In his mind, his spiritual power shone brightly. It turned into an invisible barrier and rushed out.
Boom! Boom!
Like a typhoon passing by, a tornado wreaking havoc, the invisible and amazing power swept across in an instant. Everything in front of Wu Ming was constantly shattered and decomposed under the stirring of the mental power, turning into dust, revealing a blank space.
The little girl screamed and disappeared in an instant.
"To deal with vengeful spirits, I still have to use spiritual power …
"However … the punching and kicking abilities in the dream are still in line with the rules of reality. However, the effect of spiritual power is magnified …"
A hint of regret appeared on Wu Ming's face. It was obvious that he felt it was a pity that he could not obtain real combat data.
He treated this dream created by the vengeful spirit as a free testing ground.
This time, the little girl was clearly injured. The entire dream became hazy. After an unknown period of time, the villa reappeared.
Everything inside was restored. The melodious ringing of the bell sounded again.
"You should know that you can't deal with me like this …"
Wu Ming sighed. He now understood the limits of this specter. "I can totally break through this place again and compete with you in terms of spiritual power, but I can't be bothered to play with you anymore …"
The expression on his face was very playful, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened. "Who is it? What gives you the courage to invade my sea of consciousness? "
Even though he had reincarnated once, the essence of his True Spirit still carried a bit of a Golden Immortal mark!
Those who were not at the same level or higher could not invade his mind and mind at all, not to mention mind control and bewitchment.
Pa!
He snapped his fingers lightly.
Crack! Crack!
Countless cracks suddenly appeared in the void, and soon after, a large number of shattering sounds rang out. The space actually shattered like a mirror.
"Little baby, let me see you!"
Wu Ming stepped forward and picked up a music box from the shattered void.
It was exactly the same shape as the one in reality, except that there was a little blood on it.
"I'm coming!"
His eyes narrowed, and the scene around him instantly changed.
Scene after scene of memories was extracted, and like a projection, they formed a picture.
In the villa, a middle-aged couple had solemn expressions. They used blood and bone powder to draw a six-pointed star formation on the ground, and were muttering something in prayer.
After many years of rituals, the two's personalities also became more and more strange, and in the end, they became slightly neurotic.
The neighbors around them became more and more distant, but they could not stop them from doing things their own way.
In the end, there was even a bloody scene.
"Impossible … Why isn't there a demon god? Not even a vengeful spirit answered our call …"
The couple screamed in despair, and their expressions became more and more ferocious. In the end, their gazes landed on the little girl.
"Our plan will definitely succeed, little baby, you have to help us!"
"No, no …"
The little girl was forced into a corner, and she gripped the music box tightly in her hand.
"Elodie, you have a noble bloodline, and you will definitely awaken. If we can't obtain the help of a vengeful spirit, why don't we just create one?"
Their voices became more and more frenzied.
In the end, there was a yellowed newspaper that recorded a big case — 'A family of three died a violent death! Suspected to be a tragedy caused by overdosing on hallucinogens. The police will continue to crack down on illegal trade of dangerous drugs … '
…
"Sigh …"
The morning sun shone through the window, and Wu Ming looked at the music box before him.
He touched it lightly, and for some reason, the gloomy aura on it was immediately swept away. "Rest in peace …"
The vengeful spirit had been purified, but the problem it brought caused Wu Ming to sink into deep thought. "Lost inheritance? A family of witches can't even solve the most basic summoning ritual … "
He could not help but think of history.
The original Golden Oak Kingdom had experienced many coups and riots, and there was even a period of darkness that lasted for fifty years. The war and the Black Death caused barbarism and ignorance to become the mainstream, and the whole kingdom almost regressed to a primitive society.
It was under such circumstances that the inheritance of civilization was cut off, and it was the same for supernatural powers.
Until the advent of new technology, which saved the whole kingdom and even the world, some things had completely disappeared in history.
"This thing … might be a good bait?"
Wu Ming weighed the music box in his hand.
Even if the Extraordinary powers of this world appeared to be a little weak and powerless against the machinery of the state, there was still a little of them left.
The lingering vengeful spirit energy on the music box was as obvious as a torch in the dark.
If it was set up well, perhaps they could fish something out.
"I wonder if the Golden Oak Kingdom is prepared for this …"
The country would definitely have a record of such supernatural beings. As for whether or not they would set up a specialized organization? This was something that Wu Ming had to consider.
Otherwise, instead of attracting their own kind, they would attract the kingdom's attention. Wu Ming did not want to live a life of surveillance, or even be captured and used as a lab rat.
…
"Hey, Neville, how's your sister?"
A few days later, Wu Ming found Neville.
"Very good!"
Neville had a happy smile on his face. "Ever since you took that damned music box away, my sister can finally sleep well. Her spirit is also recovering …"
"Very good!"
Wu Ming waved his hand and tossed something into Neville's hand.
"This is … Ah?"
Neville caught it in a flurry, but when he saw that it was the mysterious music box, he shivered and almost threw it away.
"Don't worry, I've checked it. It's just an ordinary music box …"
Wu Ming shrugged. "I think your sister is just a child having a nightmare because she's too nervous …"
"But …"
Neville obviously wanted to say something more, but suddenly, he saw Wu Ming's eyes.
Those azure blue pupils were like the ocean, deep and unfathomable, with a hint of darkness at the bottom.
Neville's expression changed, and his eyes looked lost. He mumbled unconsciously, "It's just a child having a nightmare …"
With Wu Ming's current mental strength, he was more than enough to be a hypnotist. All he had to do now was use a simple mental suggestion.
After all, this kind of thing would not benefit Neville or him at all if it got out.
"Alright, take it and sell it!"
Wu Ming pointed at the music box in Neville's hand, a strange smile on his face.
He had also done something to the box.
With the uniqueness of the music box, some real collectors would definitely be interested in it.
"I wonder how many people will take the bait."
Wu Ming was looking forward to it. He sent Neville, who was still in a daze, away and went to St. George's High School.
The curriculum in the middle school was quite relaxed, almost the same as the universities in his previous life. The teachers would give lectures in designated classrooms, and the students would bring their own textbooks to listen to the lectures.
Moreover, there were only half a day of classes, and the other half was free time.
As long as they had enough credits and passed the final exam, they would be able to graduate from middle school. Of course, only after obtaining this diploma would the students have the right to continue their studies in various universities.
With the current curriculum, they were still short of half of the credits for the first year. They would have to participate in club activities to earn them.
"These clubs are semi-public. No wonder the presidents are the key candidates on the recommendation list …"
Wu Ming had a piece of white paper in front of him, and he was scribbling on it casually.
He was listening to the class while writing, like a good student who was taking notes and listening attentively.
However, when Weidi came over to take a look, he was immediately dazzled by the scribbles on the paper.
"Steven, what are you doing?"
After enduring for a lesson and waiting for the teacher to leave, he immediately asked impatiently.
"Nothing, just scribbling …"
Wu Ming crumpled the scribbles into a ball and threw them into the trash bin.
These were all his deductions regarding the Da Luo Sutra. In any case, in the eyes of these people from the other world, the symbols of Daoism were even more difficult to understand than any ancient language. Moreover, they were incomplete and did not have true vitality and power.
'But if there really is a genius, he might be able to see something from my scribbles … Does this count as me leaking a secret technique …'
Wu Ming's lips curled into a mysterious smile, 'I wonder if there will really be such a lucky person, or should I say unlucky person …'
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