Freud once read a passage in the cultivation scroll that recorded Soul Tricks. It clearly stated that there was another way to learn Soul Tricks apart from following the prescribed order:
By killing and absorbing the special energy of undead creatures, one could learn soul tricks.
There were many limitations to this method, such as the possibility that the undead creature's chaotic energy would lead to their downfall.
Also, the soul trick had to be the same as the undead creature's own ability.
For example, if an undead creature only knew how to "possess" someone, the first soul trick that could be learned by absorbing the undead creature's soul would be "possession".
The most important thing was that the effects of absorbing souls might not be that good. It was better to cultivate on one's own. That way, one would have more choices and avoid falling into depravity.
Freud never considered using this method before.
But now, he heard about Lady Shila, the spider undead.
Spider undead were special undead creatures, which meant that they had something special that made them different from ordinary undead creatures. Maybe they had a stronger influence on the material world, or they had a special ability that was different from ordinary undead creatures.
The soul trick that could be absorbed from a special undead creature was likely to be a special ability that was much stronger than ordinary soul tricks.
Of course, the chaotic energy brought by the special undead would be more violent, which would increase the chances of them falling.
However, Freud was not afraid of falling.
With Prelude to Rebirth, he would be able to pull himself back even if he fell. Still, it was better not to fall. If he really fell, it would be a waste of white light bullets, and the energy he absorbed would not be returned.
Because of this, Freud began to shift the scales in his mind.
Angor knew what Freud was thinking. He also preferred to let Freud use the special undead creature to break through the soul trick. However, he still needed Freud to make the decision himself.
"If that's what you want, let's wait a little longer. Let's see what kind of special ability this spider undead has. "
"Okay." Freud nodded.
Next, Angor and Freud decided to stay in a small wooden house on the high ground behind the lake. They could see the castle from there.
Both Freud and Angor didn't use any energy to prevent the undead from approaching. Instead, they simply sat there and waited.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
When Freud opened the door, he was greeted by a sunny day. Under the sun, one could smell the water vapor and wood fragrance in the air.
Freud stood by the door and gazed at Starlake Castle.
It was still as majestic and tranquil as before. Under the shadow of the trees, there was even a hint of loneliness.
Looking at the castle, Freud was once again doubtful. Would the spider undead really come? What he saw and heard during the innate talent test was a reaction from the spiritual world of a higher dimension. Could this reaction really be reflected in reality?
"Ji ji ji ji —"
While Freud was gazing into the distance, a dark shadow suddenly flashed across the forest and startled a flock of birds. The black shadow was extremely fast, heading straight for the wooden house.
Just as the shadow was about to hit the door, Freud shifted his body to the side and allowed it to slip inside.
As the black shadow entered the house, a series of chirps could be heard.
Freud looked back and saw the shadow already standing in front of him. It was a small, gray-feathered seabird.
It was Toby, who had slept for many days and was finally out for some fresh air.
Toby was chirping non-stop as if it was telling something. Freud had spent a lot of time with Toby, but he still couldn't understand bird language. He could only tell that Toby was excited.
Freud's eyes lit up when he remembered that Toby was sent out to scout the undead creatures from the sky. Did Toby see the spider undead?!
Freud looked at Angor. Only Angor, who had mastered Bird Language, could understand what Toby was trying to say.
"It didn't see the spider undead. It's excited because …" Angor lowered his voice. "Greya isn't here."
Toby had thought that he would be able to live a carefree life in the dream wasteland, and that was indeed the case at first. He followed Torras around every day. However, one day, Greya also learned about the dream wasteland and entered it.
From then on, Toby was forced to train both in reality and in the dream wasteland.
When Angor finally left Brute Cavern, Toby returned to the real world. Without Greya's "Tiger Mother" education, Toby couldn't be happier. Even flying in the wilted forest was enough to make Toby happy.
Freud knew how strict Greya was when it came to Toby. In fact, Greya had practically taken over all the colosseum in the south of the city.
Freud understood Toby's feelings. "It's not easy for Toby either."
Hearing Freud's words, Toby flew to Freud's side and chirped to express his feelings.
Angor shook his head and chuckled. "Toby didn't see the spider undead, nor did he sense any undead creatures nearby. However, it told me that in its spiritual sense, there was a slight change in this mountain forest. "
"Changing?" Freud didn't understand.
Toby kept talking, but Freud couldn't understand a single word. He had to ask for Angor's help again.
"Some creatures are behaving abnormally. For example, natural enemies are no longer fighting each other when they encounter each other. Instead, they are holed up in their nests. Rats and ants have begun to dig deeper into their nests, disappearing without a trace. The middle and lower parts of the ecological closed loop are clearly isolated.
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know yet. But I think something even crazier is coming."
Predators, huh? Freud frowned. Many insects and animals didn't have sentience, but they were able to sense deeper and purer information in the spiritual world.
Their reactions were, to a large extent, feedback to the outside world.
If this was the case, could it be Lady Shira? Was she going to show up soon?
Angor knew what Freud was thinking. He stroked Toby's soft feathers and said, "Let's wait a little longer. If Toby is right, the forest is going to change soon.
We'll find the answer by tomorrow. "
…
Inside the secret basement of Star Lake Castle, Sam was sorting out his mother's collection of valuable paintings.
While cleaning up the dust on the canvas covering the painting The Wanderer in the Rye, Sam was explaining the story inside and outside the painting to Alda.
Alda listened attentively.
Sam liked Alda's kindness, so he was happy to share his stories with Alda.
As time passed, Alda began to help Little Sam clean up the dust and place the authentic works.
When the clock in the basement began to chime, Sam finally stopped his work.
"It's six already. I'm going to cook. We'll continue later," Sam said.
Alda nodded. Sam was a human, and he needed food to fill his stomach.
Alda followed Sam out of the basement and entered the hallway on the first floor.
"Are you coming with me, or do you want to play by yourself?" Sam asked.
Of course, Alda was willing to follow Sam. However, just as he was about to answer, a strange wave of energy entered his ears.
"Brother Sam, I … My spirit body is a bit unstable these days. I might need to go back to my room to rest for a while."
Little Sam had read a lot of books related to the soul recently, so he knew how terrible it was for a dead soul to have an unstable soul. It could even lead to the fall of the dead soul. Therefore, he asked nervously, "Why is the spirit body unstable? Is there a way to solve it?"
Alda lowered his head and avoided Sam's eyes. "The death aura in Star Lake Castle is very strong. I've been contaminated by it for a short period of time. That's why my spirit body is unstable."
"Should we go find Mister Padt? He … he should be able to help you, right?" Sam asked.
Alda shook his head. "No need. My spirit body isn't weak enough to require Mister Padt's help. I just need to sleep for a while and rest."
As he spoke, Alda walked up the stairs.
Sam hurriedly followed him. "Really? You only need to rest?"
Alda nodded and recited everything according to the voice in his ear. "Yes. Mister Padt set up a special force field in my room with Sunny. When we rest, our soul power will slowly recover. "
Although Little Sam knew a bit about wizards, he didn't know anything about their methods. He believed Alda when he heard that there was a special force field in Sunny's room. He had seen Sunny's room before. When the door was closed, a strange light pattern appeared on the door. It was said that only Mister Padt and Sunny could open the door. It was like a rune space that formed a small independent defensive world.
Mister Padt had also set up a special force field in Alda's room.
Alda stood in front of the door. "I'm going to rest now. I might wake up in a day or two. Don't disturb me during this time."
Sam nodded. Alda's soul was on the line, so he didn't dare to do anything.
"Then I'll be going in."
After Alda entered the room, he hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something. "Sam …"
Before he could finish, the door closed by itself.
The light pattern on the door was the same as the one in Sunny's room. The inside of the room was separated from the outside. Whether it was sound or energy, they could no longer converge.
Alda stood in the middle of the room and lowered his head in regret.
"Don't worry. Mister Padt warned Sam before he left. Even if you didn't warn him, he's already suspicious." Freud's voice echoed in the room.
"Will Sam be safe?" Alda asked.
"Yes. You won't see him again after you sleep." Freud's voice slowly faded away.
Alda sighed and looked outside the window. He didn't know when the wind started blowing.
The trees nearby were swaying in the wind. Looking through the curtains, they looked like ferocious ghosts that bared their fangs and claws.
"I hope he's fine." Alda muttered to himself. He climbed onto the exquisite bed, put on the log-in device, and fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, Sam stood outside the door and thought for a while before he walked to the kitchen.
When he walked past the balcony, he heard the wind howling.
He opened the door and walked to the balcony on the third floor. He leaned against the railing and looked into the distance.
At this time, it was almost evening. According to the previous celestial phenomena, there should still be a trace of dusk red in the sky. However, when he looked out from the balcony, he saw nothing but dark clouds.
The dark clouds were already low in the sky, and Star Lake Castle was located halfway up the mountain.
The rolling clouds were reflected in Little Sam's pupils. The dark clouds were so close that they almost suffocated him like a frog.
Along with the gloomy and cold wind blowing from above, little Sam's heart started to beat faster.
"I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen," a message suddenly flashed through Little Sam's mind. It seemed to come out of nowhere, but it was also warning Sam of danger.
Young Sam's throat moved as a memory fragment appeared in his memory box.
"We'll be going now. Be careful."
That was what Mister Padt said before he left. Sam had a feeling that there was a hidden meaning behind those words.
Now that he thought about it again, Sam felt that something was wrong.
Was there really some kind of danger? Why else would Mister Padt remind him to be careful?
"I'm probably just scaring myself. Mister Padt has eliminated all the undead creatures here. I'll be fine." Sam murmured to himself, "Even if there's danger, it's probably just a thief or a beast. There's a trap at the door. It should be fine."
Sam turned around. He didn't want to feel the pressure anymore.
The moment he walked through the balcony and stepped into the hallway, Sam's mind opened again.
His memory box was opened again, and a strange memory appeared: the time when he was in Mister Padt's room and took the talent test.
These fragments were filled with intense colors, and they gradually dissipated, leaving behind only a single image.
A woman's face stuck on the window, and a spider's legs dancing in the dark outside.
"Lady Shila …" Sam's heart skipped a beat. "She's not here, is she?"
If Lady Shila really did come, what should he do?
Sam rubbed his cold hands and didn't want to think about what would happen. Thinking that it was just a fantasy, he quickly walked through the gloomy corridor.
However, before he could take a few steps, he heard a creepy laugh coming from behind him.
Sam hesitated and turned around, but there was no one behind him. There was only one window where he could see the outside. The trees were swaying, and the wind was howling.
"It's probably just the wind. Don't think too much. Don't think too much …" Sam murmured.
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