Through the daily life of Ghost Slayer

Chapter 62 Magic Pattern
Zhang Xie was slightly surprised, there are such wonderful things?He tried his best to search the past life and the memory of the previous life, but he still failed to find information about the contract.

Onimai Tsuji can control the evil spirits it creates, and can talk to them by itself, and the information on the evil spirits created by Oniwu Tsuji can be shared, so there is no information about the contract.

Traditional contracts are generally aimed at demons or elves with strange abilities. They are agreements constructed with magic power. Once one party violates the agreement, it will be backlashed by magic power.

It is unbelievable that this kind of thing appears in the world of Demon Slayer: Blade, but it clearly exists, and according to the meaning of the saint, this thing is also very practical.

The saint told Zhang Xie that if anyone in the village wants to swear a poisonous oath, as long as it involves a contract with the mountain god, no one dares to question it, because if the oath is false, he will die.

The saint also told Zhang Xie that the signing of the contract requires all villagers to make a wish together, which is similar to concentrating spiritual power and controlling them to be poured into the contract to produce effect.

Zhang Xie couldn't help but smile wryly. This set of things is obviously a Western thing. How could it cross the Pacific Ocean and land in Japan, where it has spread its branches and leaves, and has been passed down for hundreds of years. He can't help but wonder. The relationship between that mountain god and the western countries.

Not much to say, the saint began to draw runes, using chicken blood to draw twisted and twisted symbols on the ground, while drawing, chanting words, some blackened chicken blood smeared on the ground, exuding a thick The smell of blood, the chicken blood dried up on the ground after a while, forming a black solid, and soon a complex rune pattern was completed, exuding a faint black halo under the sun.

Zhang Xie was interested in this so-called contract, so she stood and watched, while Ganlu Temple was a little anxious, and kept gesturing to Zhang Xie to find a way to escape. Seeing that Zhang Xie had no intention of leaving, she turned her attention to Butterfly Ren.

After the two women briefly made eye contact, they had made up their minds, and they were ready to cause chaos and then take the opportunity to escape.

"Yihei Xiaobanei, why are they silent? Seeing that we haven't gone back for so long, aren't you curious? Don't you come out to look for us?" Ganlusi shook his hands angrily, and gave Zhang Xie a helpless look. His head was so focused on the spell, it was clearly a weapon that would be used against them, and he actually looked at it with gusto.

Butterfly spread her hands, expressing that she was not clear. It stands to reason that Yihei Xiaobanei and others should have noticed the situation here, not to mention that the movement here is so loud that even outside the village, they can be aware of it. It doesn't make sense to not come here now.

Ganlusi didn't think about the situation in Yihei Xiaobanei's side, and her attention fell on Zhang Xie again. She stuck out her tongue at Die Die helplessly: "Should we wait for him to continue watching like this? Until the old woman Draw something that can take on us?"

"Although there are evil spirits in this world, I still don't believe that there is such a thing as a contract. I have never heard of it. Just painting it on the ground with strange shapes can restrict us?" A faint smile.

She has habitually put her sister in her heart, just as she has habitually smiled, no matter whether she is really smiling at the moment.

Ganlusi glanced contemptuously at the dried blood on the ground. Butterfly Ninja was right. This is a deceptive thing. She didn't believe that such a thing could restrict their years of hard training and the strength gained with blood and sweat.

When Zhang Xie looked closely, the thin, twisted black lines outlined patterns such as pentagrams, funnels, and scepters, which gathered into a hodgepodge. Zhang Xie could only make out a few sporadic things. what you see.

However, books like those in the previous life have always been regarded as garbage books, and magic is even more impossible. Reading such books is just for fun, or to add some cold knowledge.

Zhang Xie only read it once, and then threw it aside, but now that he thinks about it, the patterns here are quite similar to those in the previous life book, and some are even exactly the same.

For example, that pentagram, the painting technique of the saint is not flattering, the painting of the pentagram is crooked, but the painting method is clockwise or counterclockwise, where is the starting point and where is the ending point, and it is not sloppy, completely according to the book Note, Zhang Xie still clearly remembers that the book says that the pentagram must be completed in one go, without interruption in the middle, and there is a difference between calling and expelling clockwise and counterclockwise.

Zhang Xie's pupils constricted, he only looked at the pentagram, the old woman was calling, was she calling the mountain god?He only felt a coolness rising from his back, and in the cold winter day, he felt more and more icy cold.

Is this still the world of Ghost Slayer: Blade in the comics?Even the method of summoning demons has appeared, and what he is facing now is something completely unknown.

"Zhang Xie, what's the matter with you?" Sensing that something was wrong with Zhang Xie, Ganlusi asked with concern.

Zhang Xie shook his head slightly, and suddenly pulled out the Sun Wheel Knife. The hazy sunlight shone on the Sun Wheel Knife, reflecting a chill. He clenched the handle of the knife, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Zhang Xie, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?" In the cold winter, Ganlu Temple was still sweating. Just now Zhang Xie was watching the saint draw pictures, but suddenly he seemed to be a different person, his eyes were He glared fiercely at the saint.

Seeing Zhang Xie showing such an expression for the first time, Ganlu Temple only said that the other party was stunned. She guessed that it was caused by something drawn by the saint. She immediately turned her face away, not daring to look any more. lest the other party cause a greater disaster.

Zhang Xie gently pushed the Ganlu Temple away and said softly, "I'm fine."

His eyes fell on the saint again. At this moment, the saint was concentrating on it. The surrounding villagers were solemn and solemn, showing unprecedented solemn expressions. They still surrounded Zhang Xie and others, and at the same time instilled spiritual power into the pattern drawn by the saint. .

Spiritual power, a magical thing, is itself an invisible thing. For some reason, these mountain and field villagers know how to use it. Although it is just a simple instillation and operation, it must have a strong control ability. If Zhang Xie tried to ask himself, he couldn't use his mental power freely, and someone must have taught him.

The first thing Zhang Xie thought of was the mountain god. The mountain god used the spiritual power of the villagers for his own use, and then asked the villagers to enshrine and worship himself, so as to obtain more and more sufficient spiritual power.

But is this invisible spiritual power really useful?Zhang Xie was puzzled. He could only infer from the expressions of the villagers and what the saint said before that a lot of spiritual power was pouring into the pattern.

Not long after, a villager with a pale face and purple lips sat down on the ground. It took him a while to come back to his senses. It was obvious that he had overused his mental power.

(End of this chapter)