The Lord of Reincarnation - 384. Chapter 383

Hey!

It was as sharp as the sound of a nail scratching the glass, like thin needles, inserted into Fang Xian’s head.

He pressed his forehead, forcibly restrained his irritability, and listened carefully to the noise.

gradually.

In front of him, the illusory black fog was finally broken through by some existence.

It was a terrible bird that gave people fear and despair at first sight.

The dark flames are woven into its broken feathers. On the huge body, where the feathers are difficult to cover, a layer of irregular filthy scales grows.

Its wings, which resemble bat wings, opened at this time, with obvious deformities, as if they had been broken by someone.

As the huge creature spread its wings, Fang Xian felt the piercing screams in his ears, and it suddenly became much clearer.

From it, some faint chattering came one after another:

“The bird with wings…pain…”

“Wake up…wake up…”

Fang Xian was a little dazed, his eyes were focused, and Luo Fu’s figure appeared in front of him: “What’s wrong with me?”

“You suddenly fell into a state of delirium just now. I almost thought you lost your sanity and could not be saved.” Love exhaled, but at this time his movements were very inelegant, and his right hand was raised high, as if Fang Xian would not be able to. When he wakes up, he is about to slap him.

“Loss of sanity?”

Fang Xian murmured, recalling his state just now, there was indeed something wrong.

“This is a frequent encounter with our investigators. Most of them can be replied, but there are also permanent ones. Then they will become total lunatics and can only be locked in the Houshan lunatic asylum…” Love sighed.

“What did I just…do?”

Fang Xian looked at his right hand and actually held a pen.

“You are…creating!”

Love pointed to a line of words, which was written in the blank space of his three-line poem:

‘The bird with its wings is my name, it eats your pain and feeds my heart. ‘

“Bird with broken wings feeds on pain?”

Fang Xian looked at Luo Fu.

“Don’t look at me. This is something you wrote. There shouldn’t be this one in the investigator profile I have read…” Love shook his head: “How are you feeling now? Would you like a tranquilizer? ”

“I’m okay, I feel…this is what we are looking for, that frequency, which transforms the mental power into a specific bullet, and uses a three-line poem to launch it… Of course, different firearms require different bullets, so This spirit of transformation should only be suitable for the spell of these three-line poems!”

Fang Xian said his feelings: “The’power’ contained in these three-line poems is similar to the’bird with broken wings’…should come from the same source of power!”

“Why… do you think they are derived from a source of power, rather than the three-line poem from the bird with broken wings?” Love asked a key question with a serious expression.

“Intuition…” Fang Xian thought for a while and said, “I feel that this kind of bird is probably at the level of a servant…it can’t even reach the edge of a great existence…”

“Your inspiration…a bit too high…” Love had a tangled expression on his face: “Can you synathesize and foresee some pictures? Accepting information that ordinary people can’t accept…it’s too dangerous.”

“But… there is always something to gain, isn’t it?”

Fang Xian smiled: “In the future…we can fight with these spells.”

“No, no, its dangerousness has not been proven… It needs a lot of research, in fact… Before the real danger, we recommend investigators to use technology instead of supernatural power to fight…”

Love shook his head quickly.

“Well… experiment, experiment!”

Fang Xian was a little eager to try: “Do you need me to use a spell?”

“No need for the time being, your spirit is too high, you need to rest, you need to do another sanity evaluation.” Love sternly drove Fang Xian out of the laboratory.

…

“Oh… the investigator is too cautious in the way of transcendence…”

Lying in his room, Fang Xian sighed: “However, the extraordinary power of this world is biased towards the dark, and it is a good thing to be cautious and conservative!”

He glanced at his attribute bar:

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【Name: Fang Xian (Roca)】

[Occupation: Alchemist (Level 6-Nirvana)]

[Spell: Immortal Poems, Birds with Broken Wings]

[Alchemy:? ? ? Taoism:? ? ? , Wugong:? ? ? , Weird:? ? ? 】

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“Sure enough… I was admitted. It is indeed an extraordinary power, a spell? Is it the way of this world?”

“In this world, it seems that there is no concept of some extraordinary professions? Investigators are not extraordinary professions, but the perseverance of ordinary people… Do you want to pursue some evil organizations?”

“However, most of them are chased by investigators, and their strength is even worse…”

“I’m afraid…I have to accept that there is no special transcendental profession in this world. Without profession, there is no clear system and clear improvement method… Sure enough, chaos and darkness are the themes of supernatural power?”

“That won’t work, do I integrate a profession or system by myself? Fight with spells, recite poems,… call it a’bard’? Or a’writer’?”

Fang Xian thought about it for a moment, then took a deep breath and chanted softly: “The bird with broken wings is my name, eat your pain and feed my heart…”

There was silence in the room, nothing strange.

“No response? No… It’s the state of my chanting that is not right… The Winged Bird needs pain, my own pain!”

Fang Xian struck directly and pinched himself severely.

At a moment of intense physical pain, he felt that his mental power had changed a little bit inexplicably.

Becomes sharper, darker…but also easy to manipulate.

If you recite the immortal poems at this time, you should be able to launch your spirits and hurt your enemies.

“But… the pain is not enough, this level… even Simpson can’t compare to…”

Fang Xian recalled again and found the problem: “It needs more…pain! And… what is more painful than the physical body is mental pain!”

There was a desire in his heart, and he seemed to be prepared to pursue this power at all costs, even if he harmed himself or destroyed his own spirit.

In the darkness, there seemed to be invisible eyes opened, and there was a murmur:

‘Only suffering can reach greatness! ‘

‘Only darkness can involve the extraordinary! ‘

‘Come on…accept it…enhance it…’

‘You will be immortal! ‘

“Get your sister…” Fang Xian vomited, and his eyes instantly cleared up, and when he looked around, everything was normal, and he could not help but touch his chin: “No way… I really like self-harm as I continue to practice. The lunatic… the supernatural power of this world… what a pit!”