The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

Chapter 163 Old book becomes perfect

A pile of books?

Why do books trap people?

Have you become a sperm?

Xue Wuwei was a little confused.

"I've seen spirits that trap us. You know what spirits are, right?"

Xue Wuwei nodded: "Everything has animism."

It is true that all things are animistic, not only living things, but also dead things. Over time, consciousness can also be cultivated.

The consciousness cultivated by animals and plants is monsters and monsters, while the inanimate ones are spirits.

The most famous spirit is now under the throne of Buddha and has become the ancestor of all Buddhas. I think back when he first gained spiritual wisdom and burst out of the stone, he really caused a lot of trouble to the three realms. Who would have thought that one day he would be able to live in this place? Lingshan.

But he has the bonus of innate energy. After all, his body is a colorful stone left behind by Empress Nuwa when she patched the sky. It is not an ordinary stone that can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

There are very few ordinary objects that can become spirits. The master said that some sects may have magic weapons that are full of spirituality, but Xue Wuwei has never heard of anyone whose magic weapons can really become spirits and transform into human forms.

Weapon spirits are the most difficult to form and encounter. Once formed, they naturally have powerful magic power and are difficult to deal with.

So they came across a bunch of books and became spirits? Xue Wuwei's eyes are surrounded by mosquito coils. Whose book is so awesome? A person who has become a fine person?

Seeing that Xue Wuwei had obviously misunderstood, Kong Qianyu shook his head dumbfounded: "It is not easy to form a spirit, and one is not enough for us. I think this spirit is probably based on a book, but it is not a book, but I am not sure. .”

Book? Book spirit?

That's right, if there is any object that can truly form a spirit in this age of Dharma-ending, only books can do so.

Combining the words created by human civilization, with its own spiritual power, and the plasticity of the story itself, books have more possibilities to become spirits than other dead objects once they appear.

But why did Shu Ling catch them?

"We haven't messed with the book spirit, have we? Why did it arrest us?"

Creatures like spirits are generally very simple when they are born. There is no distinction between good and evil. They cannot be very malicious towards humans, especially those who are cultivating immortals.

"Maybe he wants to eat us. Do you know which book I was in before?" Kong Qianyu felt a bit toothache.

"Which one? It can't be worse than Whitechapel where serial killers are haunted, right?"

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas."

Classic of Mountains and Seas? Xue Wuwei wanted to laugh, but had no intention of holding it back: "Hahahahahahaha!"

That's a famous ancient myth and legend, a world filled with all kinds of strange beasts. Looking at Kong Qianyu's constipated expression, it must be difficult, right?

What a pity that I couldn't watch the big boss get up close and personal!

"You were actually here, and you were caught by a strange person, ready to be cooked and eaten." Kong Qianyu rolled his eyes.

"Hahahaha, that's all false. I have never left London in 1888." Xue Wuwei bared his teeth, and his mood suddenly turned from cloudy to clear.

No matter how perverted the serial killer is, he is still just a person. In comparison, this place is safe.

"Big brother, how did you leave Shan Hai Jing?"

"I had a fight with Queen Mother Xi and found that we were evenly matched, but my senior brother was getting taller and taller, so I chopped him down."

"and then?"

"Nothing happened, and then the illusion suddenly disappeared. I saw the spirit, and she sent me here again."

"Didn't you find a chance to kill her?" It doesn't fit the style of a big boss.

"I do think so. But in the spiritual space, she is the master, and in this world, she is the sky." How can humans fight against the sky?

"Then can we still go out?" Xue Wuwei's face turned green. There was one thing he couldn't stand during his days as Watson, which was boiled potatoes and grilled fish three times a day. White people’s rice is really unpalatable. It’s so unpalatable that he can’t help but cry when he thinks about the delicacies from his hometown!

"Let me think, let me think."

This spirit has no good intentions towards them. She wants to absorb her own spiritual power, so the longer she stays, the more disadvantageous it will be to herself. Kong Qianyu knows this very well. She must think carefully about how to deal with this spirit. .

"If the spirit is really a book turned spirit, then we can only catch her by finding her true body." It will not be difficult to catch the spirit and get out.

"So the first priority is to get out from here." A native spirit will not be a book in a foreign language, and judging from the fact that she can trap Kong Qianyu unknowingly, her moral conduct is not low. That book should Very ancient.

The character Sherlock Holmes was created only a hundred years ago, so it couldn't be this book.

Since the plot that Xue Wuwei experienced is the time when the entire murder occurred, it should be possible to break the reincarnation by finding the murderer.

"Are you following me now or returning to Holmes?" Kong Qianyu raised his head and looked not far away. Mr. Detective was carefully searching for clues with a magnifying glass.

"I'll follow you." Xue Wuwei was a little unsure. He didn't know if he could follow. After all, he had tried changing the plot so many times without success.

Holmes greeted Watson, and Xue Wuwei walked over involuntarily. Kong Qianyu thought it was funny, so wasn't he half an NPC? This little doll really knows how to play.

Fortunately, after a long drama performance, Xue Wuwei came back. He said in surprise: "Let's go to the street next door!"

The street next door is where the third crime occurred, and it happened tonight!

This was something that had never happened before, and Xue Wuwei couldn't help pinching his arm.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

It's not real, so why does it hurt?

Night fell quickly, and women looking for a living stood in twos and threes on the street, and police patrolled at regular intervals.

The night in Whitechapel was unsafe, and the news that a madman was killing a fallen girl had spread. Unless they really couldn't survive, they all chose to stay away from the limelight.

Xue Wuwei and Kong Qianyu were walking in a hurry, and their two oriental faces were very conspicuous here.

"This is it." They climbed up to the third floor of the attic, where the third victim, Anne Chapman, would be killed soon after in her home.

Xue Wuwei knocked on the door. After three consecutive times, there was a reply: "Who is outside the door?"

"I have something to do with you, Miss Anne, please open the door." Xue Wuwei seamlessly turned into bird language.

"Who are you?" Annie found that she didn't recognize the two people standing outside, and she couldn't help but be wary.

Xue Wuwei didn't talk nonsense. He took out a banknote and handed it over: "Buy you tonight."

Annie looked at the money, and there was a flash of excitement on her face. This customer was so generous that she could only earn it by working five nights.

She quickly opened the door and excitedly invited Xue Wuwei in, but she was a little confused when she saw there was another woman.

"Sir, I provide formal services." She said with a straight face.

Kong Qianyu covered his mouth and laughed, while Xue Wuwei was a little embarrassed: "We came to you because we have something to ask you, so we just have a chat."

Annie smiled, looking for a lost woman to chat? Are rich people very idle?

(End of this chapter)