The Abnormal Life of the Summoner

The room chief opened the pocket watch, chanted inaudible words, pointed to the mirror of the pocket watch, and gently picked up a wisp of black tobacco.

With a solemn expression, Zhou Wenbin hooked the shredded tobacco to the ground in a graceful arc.

A thick fog rose from the pocket watch, and a large cloud of smoke fell to the ground like a meteorite. It was guided to the ground by the fingers, and the smoke scattered after falling.

The black mist dissipated, revealing a black scorpion in the form of a soul.

The scorpion is black all over, with a long and thin body, eight black feet, two huge pincers in the front, and a curved and segmented tail with poisonous thorns in the back. The overall range of Yin Qi is about 30 centimeters.

The seven eyes of the little scorpion flickered, and under Zhou Wenbin's control, the eight legs moved and walked towards the corridor ahead.

Chen Xi and Zhou Wenbin walked side by side, following the little scorpion.

One step, two steps, three steps, the corridor is very long, more than ten meters long.

And the sword marks on the wall made people have a faint killing intent, which made Chen Xi subconsciously think what if the room chief suddenly stabbed him with a knife?

Thinking of this, Chen Xi shook his head suddenly, trying his best not to look at those sword marks, the distracting thoughts in his heart were much less, and he no longer had thoughts of civil war.

"Don't look at those sword marks."

"Know."

Walking to the end of the corridor, there is a passage on the right, emitting a faint red light, as if there is something bad on the right.

Seeing that the scorpion turned around and walked to the right, Chen Xi immediately followed.

This is a living room, but it is not the living room of Zhou Wenbin's house, but a strange living room.

The living room was dimly lit, and there were only two rows of long sofas, a black TV cabinet, and a 43-inch large-screen LCD TV, and nothing else.

The TV was originally pitch black, but when Chen Xi and the two stepped into the living room, a blue screen flashed on the TV instantly, and a "no signal" box popped up.

Chen Xi held his breath, and scanned everything in the living room with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and saw that everything here had a thin layer of yin skin, about a few millimeters thick.

"Shushasha—"

There was a rustling sound from the TV, and the picture was gray, like frosted glass, extremely dazzling.

"The layout here is a bit weird."

"There is a door in the living room, do you want to open it?" Zhou Wenbin said.

Chen Xi hesitated, and did not immediately agree. Instead, he walked to the TV and thought for a while to find a guide light from the Tibetan Lake Bay.

Zhou Wenbin was startled when he saw Chen Xi reach into his backpack and took out a plant, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the petals of the wooden lantern.

He had seen this flower before, and Chen Xi had brought this flower with him when he was looking for him.

After the road lights came out, green flames illuminated the surrounding area for three meters.

Wherever the flames passed, the sofa was empty, even the TV was empty, only the wall was real.

It seemed that the place where the flames illuminated was different from what Chen Xi saw with Yin Yang's eyes. Chen Xi stretched out his hand to penetrate the TV, but retracted his hand when it touched the wall.

Ignoring the rustling sound, Chen Xi walked to the door and at the same time brought the flames of the street lamps.

Under the light of the flames, a sword mark appeared on the door of the room. The sword mark was full of killing intent, which made people hallucinate. They saw a sword appearing on the door panel, slashing straight at the two of them.

Chen Xi stepped back quickly, but he didn't see the real sword, only the sword mark was left on the door. What happened just now was an illusion.

Then the little scorpion got the order to slowly unlock the door, and saw a touch of gray behind the door.

Gray skies, gray streets, monotony.

This is the gray world?

Chen Xi and Zhou Wenbin glanced at each other, then slowly looked out the door. This was the first floor, and it was a street in the gray world.

"Strange, we went from the third floor to the first floor?" Zhou Wenbin muttered.

The change of space made the two of them feel that their strength was extremely small.

Chen Xi was bold, tried to walk outside the door, looked around, and saw a gray river flowing in front of him.

Go a little farther, turn to look back, and you can see the back mountain is silent in the dark, hundreds of green trees lose their color, like the woods that exist in black and white photos.

The building in front of me was gray in style, and the windows on the third floor were open, with green flames shining through the windows, illuminating the five glass wind chimes.

The wind chimes jingle, and the red thread is as bright as blood in the dark.

It was during the gap between Chen Xi's gazes that there was a faint black shadow in the window on the third floor, which was shaped like the outline of a person's upper body after stepping back.

Chen Xi let out a "huh" and immediately said, "Xiao Hui, go up and see who it is!"

In a blink of an eye, his shadow pulled away, the tip snapped off, and a dog shadow ran wildly on all fours, jumped from the floor to the wall, and ran up to the window sill on the third floor like a martial arts light kung fu.

"Wow!" Xiao Hui let out a roar.

Chen Xi quickly looked at Xiao Hui's superficial consciousness, and saw a man standing in the room, his face was covered by darkness, Xiao Hui couldn't see his face clearly, but could only vaguely see that the T-shirt was very tattered, there was a certain animation Cute girl's print.

While one candle was broken on the floor, two were still intact burning green flames.

When Xiao Hui roared, the man in the tattered T-shirt lifted his foot and stepped heavily towards the candle in the center,

puff!

The green candle was broken, and the flame core was extinguished.

Xiao Hui pounced on his body, but the man suddenly disappeared, leaving Xiao Hui empty-handed.

Looking at the floor again, two candles were broken, and only Hu Jing's candle was still burning.

Chen Xi's face was ugly, that person just now was the shadow of Hu Jing.

He didn't expect Hu Jing to be so heartless that he and Zhou Wenbin's candles would be broken in person.

No matter what he said, he also saved Hu Jing, and he didn't ask Hu Jing for anything in return, at least he begged him not to cheat his own people.

Seeing that Chen Xi's face changed instantly, Zhou Wenbin hurried over to find out the situation, and learned that his candle was broken by Hu Jing's strange shadow, and his heart beat fast.

"Is there anything wrong with us?"

"Don't panic, there are no rules for protecting candles in the rules of the game. We may not be in trouble, but there may be a little more trouble." Chen Xi said.

"But he stepped on our candle, we should also break his candle, everyone don't think about it."

Zhou Wenbin looked unhappy, and ordered the little scorpion to climb the wall to break the candle.

Scorpions are ghosts, they can touch real objects, but they can be illusory.

Xiao Hui is a shadow creature, unable to touch physical objects, and unable to step on candles, unless the other party is an object in the underworld.

After a while, the little scorpion climbed to the third floor, walked up to Hu Jing's green candle, and smashed it with his big pliers.

In the darkness, Hu Jing's shadow reappeared, stretching out his black shadowy hand, trying to pinch Scorpion to death.

"Roar!"

Xiao Hui suddenly appeared by the window, jumped on his hind legs, flung his front legs forward, and opened his mouth to absorb the image.

Hu Jingying's movements were slightly stagnant, and he disappeared instantly when Xiao Hui pounced on him.

However, Xiaohui said that it can absorb a trace of the opponent's shadow, which is super delicious.

Chen Xi asked Xiao Hui to continue to be vigilant, and the little scorpion broke the candle with pliers, cut the candle into more than a dozen pieces, beat it with its tail and crushed it into powder, not giving the other party a chance to relight it.

It was after the third candle was extinguished that there was not a single burning candle in the audience, and a gust of wind blew into the room.

"jingle jingle—"

The wind chimes shook wildly and made a dense jingling sound, which foreshadowed that something bad was about to happen.

Overhead, the wind and clouds are surging, and the moon has been buried by dark clouds, with no moonlight shining through.

The river was rushing, and a mist appeared on the surface of the river, and a large shadow appeared in the mist.

Some people say that the style of the cover does not match the style of the writing.

Well, it really doesn't fit, I feel that the supernatural cover is more suitable for this book.

But finding someone to make a new cover requires money, the author is poor, and the performance of this book is so sluggish, if no one orders it on the shelves, it will die suddenly. I hope everyone must subscribe to the genuine copy next Friday.