The Abnormal Life of the Summoner

Regarding supernatural games, Chen Xi knew that there were conspiracies behind these supernatural games. Gaining supernatural powers by playing games sounded great, but in fact there was a risk of being secretly played by supernatural creatures.

But what is the conspiracy most afraid of?

The most feared thing is absolute strength.

If the strength is strong enough, all conspiracies and tricks are false.

Take that hundred-year-old bamboo spirit girl as an example, the range of Yin Qi is only two meters, which is only a small level stronger than Xiao Hui.

If Chen Xi releases the red shadow of death hidden in the lake shell, even if he is as strong as the bamboo spirit girl, he will become the ghost of the red algae monster knife.

afternoon.

Chen Xi continued his great cause of catching ghosts. Standing on the roof of his house and looking out, he saw that some places in the whole Tongzhou city occasionally had a burst of yin, and some places did not.

After a while, Chen Xi rushed to the Guijiang Bridge, which was a small park. There was a rhinoceros well in the park, which was made of long stones.

It is said that in ancient times, the well water was crystal clear. An ancient man once walked to the well and saw a black-skinned rhinoceros coming out of the well, roaring like thunder, and fighting with invisible creatures.

In the end, the black-skinned rhino stepped on the clouds and disappeared without a trace.

There were people around looking at the rhinoceros well, and a boy grabbed his father's sleeve and said fearfully, "Dad, there's a cow staring at me inside."

"Nonsense, there are a lot of fish in it, but there are no cattle."

"Dad, yes! Look, the cow snorted at me."

"Go, watch less horror movies."

The adults hugged the nonsense young son and left in annoyance.

Hearing what the child said, Chen Xi stood by the well curiously, and suddenly saw a gray mist in the bottom of the rhino well.

In the mist, he vaguely saw the shadow of a one-horned rhinoceros, with black horns, four legs, and a strong body.

Its breath is very weak, but it is full of new colors.

Chen Xi frowned, there was no doubt that this was a newborn ghost or a newborn goblin.

Before it was born, it had Yin Qi within a range of one meter. If it was born successfully, how big would its Yin Qi range be?

I have to admit that some creatures are born so powerful.

Chen Xi looked at the well quietly for more than ten seconds, and deduced its date of birth with the strong observation power of Yin Yang eyes.

after one day!

"This ghost should meet the requirements of the ghost store manager." Chen Xi said to himself.

Although he was a bit unfriendly to the little rhinoceros, and he was targeted by Chen Xi before he was born, he was a little sorry for it, but the ghost store manager will train him to be the next generation of store managers, which is also profitable.

In this way, Chen Xi returned to the room, continued to rest, recover his energy, and prepare for the seventh summoning tonight.

When I got home, my parents were away from work, and my sister was drawing in the room, wearing a shirt and a pleated skirt, and wearing white stockings on her calf, outlining the beautiful shape of her legs

The sun shone on her head from the side of the window room, and her black hair was dyed a layer of red.

The younger sister's concentrated appearance seems to be the most beautiful scenery.

Chen Xi glanced at the content of his sister's painting, it was abstract style.

Yellow, red, green, black, white, orange and other colors are mixed together, and the shape of the painting is also distorted beyond human appearance.

The background is distorted, the characters are distorted, and the colors used are weird, forming a very weird style as a whole, which gives Chen Xi a strong sense of suggestion.

What exactly is it implying?

Chen Xi couldn't figure it out, but it was a very familiar feeling. It seemed that he had felt this feeling somewhere recently.

Before he knew it, Chen Xi kept seeing his younger sister writing.

"Hey, brother, why are you here?" Xiaotang turned her head, and was startled when she found her brother standing quietly behind her.

Chen Xicai came back to his senses and realized that he had been watching it all afternoon.

This painting is weird. It stands to reason that my spiritual power is much stronger than ordinary people, and I will not easily indulge in looking for some kind of hint.

"What is this painting of yours?"

"The painting is about the day my brother came home. At that time, your shadow moved a little. I couldn't forget that scene, so I drew it. Haha, isn't it very similar!"

The younger sister happily pointed to the distorted gray and black area, indicating that it was Chen Xi's shadow.

"So that's it, this painting is me."

Chen Xi showed a look of enlightenment, the more he looked at this painting, the more shocked he was.

Really like myself!

For some reason, he obviously felt distorted and abstract, but Chen Xi looked at the painting as if he were looking at a person, and felt the strong presence of Xiao Hui.

One is a person, and the other is a shadow—Little Gray!

That sense of hint comes from the change in the shadow, implying that there is a second creature in the shadow.

Is my sister's observation skills so keen?

Chen Xi looked at his younger sister, and Chen Xiaotang just peeled off the package of a lollipop. Seeing her brother's gaze cast over her, she happily stuffed the candy into Chen Xi's mouth, evoking a happy smile.

"Brother, eat candy."

Chen Xi put the candy in his mouth and asked, "Since when did you become so good at drawing?"

"Hey, brother, didn't you say before that my paintings are neither fish nor fowl? How did they become so powerful?" My sister asked puzzled, and opened a candy wrapper, stuffing candy for herself.

Chen Xi was choked and couldn't continue with these words.

Not long after, Chen Xiaotang gave this painting to Chen Xi.

Chen Xi took it back to the bedroom, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he felt, as if he saw the essence of his own soul.

Yes, that's how it feels.

Looking at this painting for a long time, it is like examining one's own soul, looking directly at one's own heart.

"This painting is weird." Chen Xi opened his yin and yang eyes, and saw a faint layer of yin on the surface of this painting, gray in shape, about one or two millimeters in size.

And Xiao Hui couldn't see this layer of faint yin energy in his field of vision, which meant that the level was different, or it was too faint, so Xiao Hui couldn't see it.

"Could it be that my younger sister also has supernatural powers?" Chen Xi's heart trembled slightly.

But what's the use of my sister's abilities? What can a painting do?

Or is there another use?

Chen Xi decided to tell his sister about this and let her think for herself.

Chen Xiaotang was eating candy in the room, and the white stockings were thrown under the bed. With her two white legs bare, she was leaning against the wall next to the bed and playing with her mobile phone.

Seeing Chen Xi coming in and telling him seriously that he also has supernatural powers, Chen Xiaotang's first reaction was: "Huh?"

Then came "Ahhhh".

Pat, Chen Xiaotang accidentally let go, and the phone fell off the bed.

She picked up the phone and turned on the screen. The phone was fine, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, patted her small chest and said, "Fortunately, the phone is not broken."

Chen Xi was speechless, knowing that his sister was thinking wrong.

"Your ability is not to damage items, but to express strange feelings with abstract images. I don't understand this kind of feeling." Chen Xi scratched his head, and he couldn't understand what his sister's ability was all about.

When the younger sister heard this statement, she fell into suspicion.

Could it be that the elder brother praised her in another way to comfort his younger sister?

In the end, Chen Xi didn't understand whether his sister had supernatural powers, and Chen Xiaotang took his brother's words as compliments, and didn't pay attention to thinking about whether his abstract paintings were weird.

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night.

Chen Xi went out quietly and asked Xiao Hui to patrol around to find an empty hill.

After confirming that there was no problem, Chen Xi took out "Don't Play Summoning" to prepare for the seventh summoning in his life.

Some readers may not understand, let me explain.

There is a lot of traffic pushed by categories, and there is no one to watch.

Among them, super-beautiful works can be collected by 7,000.

Normal good-looking novels will be charged three or four thousand.

There are a large number of examples above, and there are too many examples to mention.

My book has a strong score, and it has only increased by more than 1,000 collections, which proves that the potential is not high, and it is already at the level of the street.

Authors who want to support themselves with novels should cut their books long after seeing this achievement.