"It's just that such a world, what kind of world can it collide with to create a better impact effect?" Lin Xi frowned, and his eyes quickly drifted over many worlds.

There are many powerful worlds.

But there are very few that are just right.

And among these just-right worlds, one that can have a positive impact on the dream master's world has yet to be found.

Although Lin Xi is the ruler of these worlds.

But it is impossible to complete the most perfect pairing between them in just a moment.

If it were so easy, then why would the strict rules of Chaos City be needed to fight the battle of life and death between worlds?

As long as Lin Xi is the master, wouldn't it be over if they were directly paired and fused?

In the final analysis, fate is unpredictable, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

How can we determine the number if the two are consistent?

Sensing Lin Xi's shift in attention, the Master of Jingmeng Sword did not open his mouth, but sent a message to Lin Xi.

"City Lord, what do you think of the world over there?"

Follow the guidance of the Dream Sword Master.

Part of Lin Xi's spirit transferred to another world and saw a corner of this world.

In the dark basement, a pale-faced young man held a white candlestick with a paranoid expression. He was mixing red paint with human blood that had been taken out from the hospital, and using a large brush, he was staining it together. There were writings and drawings on the ground, outlining strange and mysterious runes.

While sketching, the young man muttered various weird and lengthy spells.

Under the weird atmosphere, there seemed to be an ominous atmosphere hanging over it.

The talisman array at his feet had been drawn. The young man breathed a weak breath, then wiped the sweat from his face and placed a broken antique bowl in the middle of the talisman array.

It turns out that in this world, psychic techniques are popular.

Ordinary people can use the objects of the ancients' lovesickness to outline the spiritual formation, summon the souls of the ancients, and then sign a contract to become their own host spirit.

Most of the souls of these ancient people have experienced a long time of baptism and have become special in some aspects.

Some historical celebrities who have left a profound mark on history also possess extraordinary potential.

By borrowing the ability of the host spirit, the psychic can gain otherworldly strength and show off his talents in various fields.

Compared with psychics, ordinary people not only do not have extraordinary powers, but in some unique fields, they are far from being the match of psychics and are left far behind.

Therefore...although there are few psychics, they occupy almost the entire superstructure of the entire world.

It is an existence that everyone longs for.

But with opportunities come risks.

First of all, it is difficult to obtain the psychic array and spiritual objects.

Secondly, if you want to sign a contract with the channeled soul, you must have a strong spiritual will to withstand the first wave of illusions.

Otherwise, your mind will explode and you will die.

Generally speaking...those families with inheritance and ancient origins will choose the ancestors of the psychic family.

For the sake of blood, those souls of the past who came through psychic channels would be more willing to be merciful.

Of course...if there is a dove occupying the magpie's nest but he doesn't know it...I'm afraid he will be trapped in a cocoon.

There used to be a family where the patriarch had his wife planting grass on his head for a long time without any idea that his three sons and two daughters were all his biological children.

The arrogant psychic ancestor once went down in history, but his ancestor noticed the impurity of his bloodline.

The illusion instantly expanded and enveloped the entire family.

The entire family was turned into a ghost land.

It is still taboo.

But whoever enters the place where the family gathers, no one can come out.

At this time, gusts of dark wind blew in the closed basement. The weak young man felt a little creepy due to the blowing wind.

"There won't be anything wrong with what grandpa passed down, right?" The young man tightened his tight clothes, as if he felt that these clothes could bring him some sense of security.

Bang bang bang!

The door of the underground warehouse was knocked hard. A thick voice shouted: "Wang Guobin! I know you are at home! Pay back the money quickly... You sick man! Why are you so shameless? Do you still want to die?"

It's all over once and for all? If you want to still be a man who pees while standing, you should clean up the accounts for us before you die! If it really doesn't work... you buy insurance, then go out to the street and find a good car to touch.

Well! That’s still a man!”

"Wang Guobin! Damn you, beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!"

"**********."

“***,****,****!!!”

After a lot of dirty words, the sound of banging on the door gradually seemed to become slightly weaker.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed that other residents came forward and came to the property management to make a few complaints.

The dirty sounds outside became even weaker.

Where is Wang Guobin?

He couldn't move at this time. An extreme coldness spread directly from the soles of his feet to his whole body. He felt like he was stuck in a cold and wet quagmire, unable to get out and sinking continuously.

Opening his mouth wide, Wang Guobin wanted to scream, but he still couldn't make a sound.

At this time, Wang Guobin thought of the debt collector, gave up reason and civilization, kicked open the door and rushed in.

However, with the help of kind-hearted neighbors and threats from the property management and security guards, the debt collector left with a curse.

"The property fee is less than 100 yuan a month... Why are these property owners and security guards so responsible? You are holding back the property management companies across the country! You can't charge those who charge 300 to 500 yuan a month and don't care if anything happens.

, if you have any trouble, please refer to it. It specializes in selling residents’ private information to intermediaries, property sales and fraudsters. Learn more about it? And what kind of neighbor is this? What era is it... Can you still be so warm-hearted, between people, can you?

Be more indifferent?" Wang Guobin had a thousand words to complain in his heart, but at this moment, he was speechless.

Dazzling red light filled the entire underground warehouse.

When the light dissipated, a man who was only about 1.72 meters tall, with dark skin and a face that was not exactly handsome stood there. He was wearing a dark gray suit material vest and tied around his neck.

He wears a light blue bow tie, and wears a pair of rather wide suit trousers, with two suspenders hanging on both sides of the suit trousers. All in all, this outfit looks particularly weird and a bit nondescript.

And what he was holding in his hand... was the antique broken bowl.

Wang Guobin opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

This was different from what he thought.

The person he wanted to channel was obviously another ghost.

"Is it because I used expired blood, so I didn't have enough strength? I didn't find the real owner and got hit by a side car?" Wang Guobin thought to himself, and suddenly realized... He was in a hurry and went to the doctor, and he seemed to be psychic.

It's a little too hasty.

When people are poor and have short ambitions, cinnabar is replaced with red paint.

The boy's blood was replaced with expired blood discarded by the hospital.

In other aspects, we can also save on materials if we can.

And to fight against the coming illusion and maintain one's own intelligence and rationality, it is even more empty.
Chapter completed!