The Abnormal Life of the Summoner

Chen Xi quickly found the recipient and secretly searched his memory.

In his memory, he walked to Yongcheng University and came to a 234 dormitory.

Yongcheng University is no longer the school it was eight years ago, but a newly transformed university of magic technology. The dormitory inside has also been renovated and turned into a very sci-fi blue floating door, layer after layer of dazzling The light surrounding the door panel is daunting.

The recipient came to pick up the package, and before he knocked on the door, he saw a young man standing at the door of the cool room.

The young man looked to be about twenty years old, with a cropped cut, and was a bit reckless--reckless!

He stood there, his face was still the same as when he was in college, his face was still rosy, and he didn't have the gloomy temperament soaked in supernatural power for a long time.

However, Chen Xi saw that Luo Mang's expression was a bit stiff, and his eyeballs also did not move. There seemed to be a ray of light in his serious eyes, staring at the back of the courier's head, as if looking at Chen Xi through memory.

Chen Xi's heart trembled, did he do this strange look on purpose, or did he really see him through his memory?

He remembered that there was an alien being who could find through his own memory that others were peeping at it, but that kind of existence should not be here.

After Chen Xi investigated the recipient's memory, he began to meditate.

All of this points to the last supernatural game.

"Is this game just for me?" Chen Xi had another thought in his mind.

If this game is a scam, and everyone is trapped after playing the game, and only waits for Chen Xi to come to rescue, wouldn't that be too despicable.

Standing in a high-rise building in Yongcheng, Chen Xi took out the magic mirror from the hidden lake and said, "Mirror, mirror, I want to see the interior of dormitory 234 of Yongcheng University."

The magic mirror understood, and a blurry halo immediately appeared on the black mirror surface, and the halo changed from blurred to clear, revealing the interior of the dormitory.

There is no one in the dormitory, but each bed is equipped with a magic circle, which has the effect of hypnotizing sleep and concentrating magic power.

Looking at those items, they are all items or books that contain magic, and the whole dormitory presents a blue sci-fi style.

Things are different, and dormitory 234 is no longer the dormitory it was eight years ago.

Chen Xi was a little emotional, but at the same time let go of a little bit of doubt, thinking that those who sent the posthumous photos were definitely not normal people, it couldn't be them.

"If you guessed right, the next photo is that of Hu Jing." Chen Xi murmured.

He shook the posthumous photos of Luo Mang in his hand, found a place to bury them, and did not touch them.

After the matter was over, Chen Xi returned home, waiting for the third posthumous photo.

According to the law, the posthumous photos will be taken from his family, relatives and friends. Chen Xi has powerful magic power, and at the same time, he sent dozens of magic puppets to monitor people related to him outside.

After half a day of monitoring, Chen Xi frowned, and found that the other party did not seek his friend, but came directly to his house.

The enchantment tree shook, and it saw a man walking from the path, with real flesh and blood on his body, without Yin Qi possessing his body, he looked almost like a real person.

Boom boom boom.

The sound of knocking on the door rang in Chen Xi's ears. Chen Xi's eyes moved, and he immediately teleported to the door, and saw his former companion - Hu Jing.

Hu Jing was once possessed by the seaweed eyeball monster and conspired against Chen Xi in various ways, and finally he died.

Seeing Hu Jing, Chen Xi thought of the past, he saw Hu Jing's head in the flames with his eyes closed, he died peacefully, that was an expression of relief.

Hu Jing, who was standing in front of Chen Xi now, looked in pain. He frowned, and said to Chen Xi with an expression of unbearable distress: "Chen Xi."

Hearing Hu Jing's voice again, Chen Xi's body trembled slightly. The voice was so similar to the familiar tone. He searched through his memory that Hu Jing had said the voice thousands of times, and the tone and expression were exactly the same.

"Hu Jing is dead, is it fun to fool the dead?" Chen Xi was very angry with a cold face.

If he didn't want to investigate clearly, he would have slapped him long ago.

"No, I'm not dead, my soul is trapped by them."

Hu Jing shook his head, showing a painful expression again: "It's too painful, boredom and darkness accompany me, if you can, please come and save me, or kill me, so that I can be free." Hu Jing said.

Chen Xi secretly inspected his body with super perception. This is a real body with blood swimming in his body. He really couldn't find any fake elements.

"If you are not dead, I can summon you." Chen Xi said.

Hu Jing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his body suddenly disappeared, leaving only two unfinished words: "Don't come..."

After Hu Jing left, Chen Xi asked the enchantment tree what it thought.

"It seems to be quite a supernatural thing, and I don't know." The enchantment tree said that his top-level enchantment could not prevent Hu Jing from disappearing.

In the face of things that it does not understand, it thinks that the word supernatural fits the situation at that time.

The disappearance of spiritualization, is that a power higher than that of the enchantment tree?

Chen Xi picked up Hu Jing's posthumous photo. The person in the photo was also a very realistic photo, and those eyes seemed to be watching him.

Whether Hu Jing is alive or not, Chen Xi summoned with his own summoning power:

"The soul from the unknown world is related to me. The earthling named Hu Jing once experienced supernatural events..."

After chanting the summoning spell, the power of summoning is canceled directly, indicating that there is no such existence.

Afterwards, Chen Xi threw away Hu Jing's posthumous photo, threw it to a distant earth mountain, buried it in the earth, and buried it.

When Chen Xi returned home, he continued to pay attention to the progress of the last ghost game, and found that no one had a ghost event about giving away photos, so he asked:

"Did you find out that a dead classmate suddenly came to send a photo of the deceased?"

This post was published under his real name, and Chen Xi has a great reputation. This post immediately sparked heated discussions on the Internet. Countless senior supernatural game fans replied:

"Yes, I received three posthumous photos today, urging me to play games, so I won't play."

"The first group of people who played the game prepared their own photos. For those of us who are still watching, some ghosts sent their photos. It's clearly a trap, so I won't go."

"Why didn't anyone send me a posthumous photo?"

"Ghosts are so scary, you actually want ghosts to come to your door and send you photos of your death, do you want to die?" Someone stared.

Chen Xi looked around, and there were indeed some people who received the posthumous photos, and it seemed that he was not the only one.

"As long as you reject the posthumous photo, it should be fine." Chen Xi thought to himself.

When Chen Xi refused the posthumous photo, the ghost world and the troops who entered the ghost world for the second round were all united together, using the communication of the abnormalized ghost-catching tokens, exchanging information, and marching together to the place with high concentration of yin energy.

As the people went deeper, the ghosts who went deep inside suddenly froze, and the ghost symbols in the depths of the soul showed signs of trembling.

Chen Xi was located on the earth, and immediately noticed the trembling of the ghost-catching talisman, as if his ghost had encountered an extremely high-ranking supernatural creature, and the abnormal ghost-drawing talisman was actually affected by the other party.

In the depths of the ghost world, what was born?