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That night, Sui Wen sat at the desk under the window, unfolded the drawing paper, and painted with new pens.

A table lamp illuminates his drawing paper, and next to the drawing paper, the traffic light card and the old book card are placed together.

Ever since he decided to use the form of a card to carry the spirit, Su Wen tried to transfer the traffic light on the notepad paper to the card, but no matter how he tried, he could not succeed, and finally had to directly transfer the note to the card. Stick it on the card.

Compared with the old books that directly rely on cards, it is almost obsessive-compulsive disorder.

At this moment, a cloud of gray appeared on the surface of the old book card, and the pattern of the old book in the card disappeared; then the cloud of gray lightly touched the traffic light next to it, and a little ink appeared on the blank position of the traffic light card, and the following content was written :

Name: traffic lights

Skill: Crash

Collision, that is, the black car carried by the traffic light exerts an impact on an object.

Sui Wen looked at the ink dot's depiction of the traffic lights, and he called out: "Old book."

The dots of ink on the traffic lights disappeared.

The old book ran back to its place again, and said softly: "People don't call it old books, old books are so ugly!"

Sui Wen, who had already gotten used to the book, became sick: "Then what's your name?"

Old books begin to meditate...

Sui Wen asked again: "How do you know the names and abilities of traffic lights?"

The old book has not contemplated the result yet...

It replied: "I can know the name and ability of every shape spirit in the hands of the descendant. This is my first ability."

Sui Wen was thoughtful: "The first ability?"

The old book said: "Doesn't the descendant know? The shape spirits are divided into three levels from low to high. The lowest form can only have one ability. Every time you break through a stage, you can have a new ability. The highest level shape spirit There are three abilities."

Sui Wen asked curiously: "How to distinguish the level of the spirit? Traffic lights and you both have only one skill, and you are both the lowest level spirit?"

The old book eagerly defended himself: "...the traffic light is the lowest level spirit, but I am not, I am a smart spirit. Even if I don't have very strong abilities at this stage, I still have a lot of room for plasticity. Physicians answering questions! For example, one of the easiest ways to identify the level of shape spirits is to look at the color of shape spirits attached to objects."

Sui Wen: "Oh?"

The old book continued: "The ink-colored spirit is the lowest form of spirit. The thicker the ink marks, the stronger the power of the spirit, the weaker the ink marks, the weaker the power of the spirit, and the possibility of disappearing and breaking; When there are some colored traces, it means that the shape spirit has evolved and gained the second ability; and when all the ink marks are covered by color, this is the final form of the shape spirit, with three different abilities."

Sui Wen thought about it for a moment, and suddenly remembered the record of everything in the dream.

He remembered that there were indeed no all-black shape spirits in that scroll, that is to say, the other party's shape spirits were at least second-level shape spirits.

Sui Wen asked: "How to upgrade the shape and spirit?"

At this time, the old book that has always been charming, the voice is actually a bit serious: "Master, the shape spirit can absorb the shape spirit... We evolve by devouring the same kind. When it swallows enough power, it can break through the limit , turned into a higher-level spirit."

Sui Wen: "Do all forms and spirits change and upgrade from the lowest level?"

Old book: "No, high-level physical taboos may breed high-level spirits."

Sui Wen discovered a new concept: "A high-level taboo?"

Old book: "There are strengths and weaknesses in the descendants of things, and there are also strengths and weaknesses in things. From weak to strong, things can be divided into five stages, namely, things taboo, things resentment, things taboo, things forbidden, and things evil."

"Well—" Sui Wen began to ponder again, "Then what kind of level are you and the traffic light?"

"Traffic lights should be regarded as a taboo level before they are surrendered by the descendant. As for others," the old book's voice began to mutter awkwardly again, "it is a matter of complaints, but I can talk... It's not the lowest level. Things I don’t understand…”

Sui Wen immediately understood how to divide the five levels.

Object taboo and object resentment are the forms of object taboo he encounters most often, and he only has a thin layer of gray shadow or can say two words.

Wu Ji is a traffic light that can hurt people.

The remaining things forbidden and evil things are obviously more powerful than things tabooed.

After figuring out the specific situation of Xingling and Wuji, Sui Wen temporarily stopped talking with the old book.

It just so happened that the painting in his hand had come to an end.

He blew on his new picture, scanned it into the computer, and at the same time posted his Weibo account @溪花笑日.

This microblog is his special online image storage. He registered it when he was in the third year of junior high school. After using it for three years, he actually has [-] to [-] followers.

Suiwen routinely conducts a final check before posting pictures:

Before the thickly colored intersection, the red lights are dazzling, and the dense figures are painted with water colors, like ghosts suspended in the world.

In the depths of darkness, are darker things.

That is--

Su Wen glanced down, and saw the traffic light card that was neatly on the paper.

He hooked the corner of his mouth and moved the mouse to the publish button, but the moment he clicked on it, he suddenly saw the almanac on the table.

But it is a little different from the normal almanac. It does not have the good and bad taboos that the original almanac should have. Instead, it has an extra list of taboos for time and place. It is "Wu Li".

It seems a bit inexplicable that this place is always taboo. In fact, it is really inexplicable if it is not calculated according to the "Encyclopedia of Objects and Properties" handed down by Sui's family.

But once the two are combined, it can calculate the good or bad taboos of items just like Taoist monks tell fortunes, so as to achieve the purpose of avoiding or alleviating the taboos of objects.

Suiwen in the past certainly didn't care at all and never tried this kind of superstitious activity.

This time...

Sui Wen was suddenly intrigued, and dug out the "Encyclopedia of Objects and Properties", and made calculations based on the calendar of objects.

Then, he wrote in the input field of the Weibo with the picture attached:

At twelve noon on Sunday, avoid wearing glasses and playing basketball.

Done, send.

Dozens of seconds later, there was a continuous sound of ding dong, and someone commented under Xinweibo:

"Sofa! Is there a prize for the first like [picture]"

"My wife has appeared, call my wife!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Hey, my wife added text to the picture today, what is it?"

Sui Wen ignored all kinds of comments.

He just wonders every day, why these fans love to call him "Madam" when his Weibo information is clearly filled with male...

Forget it.

They call it what they like and don't care.

He put away the shape spirit, yawned, threw himself on the bed, and the moment he closed his eyes, he wished that he could dream back to the past and see more of himself in the past——

Unfortunately, he didn't dream of the past on Saturday night, and he didn't dream of the past on Sunday night.

The two days of the weekend passed by in a flash, and Monday came soon, and I had to go to school.

Today is the time for Shi Qianyin to transfer schools, and Sui Wen went to school after additionally instructing the other party to be careful and low-key when leaving home.

***

In the classroom of Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School.

Sui Wen sat under the glass window that he had just cleaned, watching Shi Qianyin follow the class teacher into the classroom.

The person who walked in was tall and slender, with a frivolous expression, and even if his long hair was tied into a ponytail, it still hung down to his waist.He wears the same sports uniform as all his classmates.The baggy sports uniform on him did not detract from his grace and handsomeness.

As soon as he appeared, all the girls in the class exclaimed: "Wow——"

Just as cool as a movie star!

At the same time, the boys: "..."

I have never seen such a flamboyant guy.

In the commotion, Sui Wen watched the other party stand up, walk down, and came to his side.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Shi Qianyin stood in front of Suwen's table.

He said to Suwen's tablemate with an arrogant expression, "Get up, this seat is mine."

The voice sounded, and the whole class gasped.

Sui Wen: "..."

I knew that exhortations were useless.

Deskmate:"???"

The chubby boy had question marks all over his face: Who did I provoke again?