What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

If I use the words of Bancy's grandmother Odile who didn't know what strange things she saw on the Internet recently, the feeling of being rubbed by the viscous and dirty energy fluctuations can be simply summed up as "I'm dirty." up.

Bancy was only affected by the aftermath of the energy resonance, but this energy stuck like a magic glue, actively trying to invade deeper.

Alas.

The use of the word "invasion" is very spiritual, and Odile made a hey hey hey sound.

Bansy had no choice but to politely but decisively ask Odile to shut up and go to a place where he can't see or hear, assisted by the terrible threat of disconnecting the Internet if he hears it again.

To be fair, that energy didn't touch him in the actual sense, otherwise Odile's grandmother wouldn't be so happy to play tricks, but should have driven him to take a salt bath long ago.As soon as that energy appeared, his eyes were covered by swan wings, and at most, he could smell the aftermath of that energy just like the smell that just came out of the sewer.

It's not just a bad smell, his sense of smell and sixth sense have been greatly impacted at the same time.

As the source of energy, Bancy cautiously did not touch the scale fragments. The scales that had been quiet in the plastic box were now surging with unstable energy, like a pool of stagnant water in a box filled with dead souls. .

Bancy's sixth sense was actively picking up every wave of energy, piecing together vague outlines in his mind.

Winding and slender, hissing, scales rub against scales, creating layer after layer of ripples in the stagnant water.

snake.

But bigger, more fluid, more powerful.

He figured it couldn't possibly be a sewer mermaid, although it smelled like ten cans of herring had been opened in the house.

It had to be a can of herring that had been opened.

The stench is mixed with the unique smell of faith, which reminds Bancy of the abandoned church where he once lived-the wilderness, with a thick layer of bat droppings, and if it wasn't for special circumstances, he would definitely turn around and run away.

The mystery of being believed in and the mystery of ordinary existence have a different atmosphere. This difference cannot be resorted to words, and one can only learn to distinguish it by personal experience.

When he was an apprentice wizard, Bansy visited many historic religious shrines to familiarize himself with and learn this subtle distinction.The mystery built by faith will take root in the soil of a higher level. Even if the city is overturned over time, when it is connected with the mystery of the land, churches or temples, high altars and afterimages of believers are still clearly visible on the land. .

It is a completely man-made mystery, connected by the human soul to reality and another world, reverberating with the reverberation of ancient will and belief.

Bancy sensed a similar aura on the scales, because the lack of faith was so weak that it was almost undetectable, hidden in the decaying and dirty energy like a dying spark, and it was only noticed by Bancy the moment it was activated.

But it is precisely because this spark has not been extinguished that the mystery on the scales can maintain a similar "alive" state, instead of gradually degrading over time and no longer having mysterious characteristics.

The next step is to check whether there are any objects of belief in Shenshi that existed before but are now disappearing.

Bansy immediately thought of the story about the evil dragon in Jiaojiang that he had heard from the taxi driver, but just to be on the safe side, he privately contacted the Ghost Squad on WeChat—in fact, it is usually more reliable to ask the monster for such things. Some, but he had a gut feeling that ghosts would know more.

In less than three seconds, [-] crawled out from the screen of his mobile phone.

It was still so red and bloody that Bancy subconsciously wanted to wipe his phone, even though the ghost's blood didn't really drip on his screen.

30 is a young ghost, he was not more than [-] years old when he was alive and after his death. He is not even a native of Shen City. Whether it is the legend of Jiaojiang or some local beliefs of Shen City, he can’t say anything. .

"Wait a minute, I'll find someone who knows." [-] went back to Banxi's cell phone, and came out with a wrinkled old ghost after a while.

The old ghost was already very old when he died, hunched over, squinting his eyes, and drifting unsteadily, and his clothes were wrinkled like prunes.He didn't quite adapt to the newest mode of transportation that travels through radio waves, and he whimpered and complained in a dialect that no one could understand.

"Elder Wang is our oldest ghost...maybe the oldest ghost in Shen City." Eight Zero Three helped Elder Wang not to float to the ceiling, "You can do everything that happened in Shen City for 800 years. Ask him, although Mr. Wang is old, he remembers everything."

"I know, ghosts have very good memories." Banxi put his hand on his chest and bowed slightly to Mr. Wang.A ghost that can survive in the world for such a long time, even if it looks old and about to reincarnate in a second, still needs to be respected and respected.

Elder Wang squinted his eyes at Banxi for a long time, then nodded with a grunt.

Ghosts rarely forget things, perhaps because ghosts themselves are obsessions.

The huge impact of death may blur their memories during their lifetime, and in severe cases, they may even not remember who they are, but they have not forgotten this concept after death. The memory of ghosts is stored in a way that no one knows, no matter how many years they have experienced, Every memory is as fresh as new.

In unfamiliar Mandarin, Mr. Wang told Banxi about the legend of the evil dragon in the Jiaojiang River. When he was still alive, there were already rumors of the evil dragon living in the Jiaojiang River.

At that time, Jiaojiang did not dare to be called Jiaojiang, but could only be called Longjiang.Every year before the Chinese New Year, ten miles and eight villages offer sacrifices to the water god. No matter what the year is good or bad, the offerings must not be frugal. Beautiful and young girls are required to offer sacrifices. If the river capsizes, the water god will take the girl to be a bride.

The year Wang Lao died was a disaster year. It was said that the water god got angry because the sacrifices were not enough. The river flooded for several months, flooded the fields and collapsed the houses, which made the disaster worse.

He was old, weak and helpless, and starved to death by the river.

"Fortunately, you are the one who asked me." Elder Wang said slowly, "Back then, the big and small monsters even cleaned the pot, and even the cubs who came down to drink milk after a big flood didn't let go."

He also died by coincidence, and when he became a ghost and regained consciousness, the clouds had collected the rain and the river had receded, and the vast expanse of whiteness was so clean.

He went around to find out what happened, and there were no monsters left in the vicinity. He heard people chatting after dinner, saying that the evil dragon had offended the Elvis Lord and was beheaded by the Elvis Lord. An An lived a life.

Since then, all the temples built by Elvis King have a statue of Jiao. People dare not carve dragons on them, for fear of offending other dragon kings. In order to cross the river, the dragon was carved in the shape of a Jiao.

But Elvis Presley is just a fairy in the countryside, there are no serious temples and few people worship it, and no one can even be sure whether Elvis Presley really exists, so the newly moved monsters or ghosts are just made up as human beings There are countless stories about the truth in private.

If Bancy finds the monster and asks, he can ask more than a dozen guesses about the disappearance of the dragon.

"But when I died, I saw a little bit." Wang Lao fell into memory, and described with gestures, "A big and ferocious beast is biting a long snake."

Across the dark river with lightning, thunder, and thunder, what he saw when he was dying was mostly an illusion, but he did see a beast fighting a long snake on the river, and the pouring rain and dripping blood mixed into the river and drowned him. The river water on his body was viscous, as if it was covered with a thick layer of oil.

He can also describe the eyes of that beast, the color of gold shone amidst the lightning and thunder, and when it was about to die, it mistook its eyes, thinking that the dawn was approaching.

That might be the real body of Lord Elvis, just looking at it like that, you want to bow your head and bow your head.

……

Zhong Shuangming, who was approached by Shi Lu in the management center, had a sad face, "I really can't say anything about it."

Shi Li sat across from him, squinting his eyes slightly to look at him—unlike the kind of bluffing because of nervousness or embarrassment, when he was serious, he would not be too stern, and would only squint a little when looking at people The eyes revealed a heavy oppressive feeling that made people dare not breathe.

Seeing Shi Lu's expression as soon as he entered the door, Zhong Shuangming almost thought that this person's memory had recovered.

Speaking of which, does Shilu maintain the management center with this expression... Thinking about it this way, Zhong Shuangming knew that he had to go to the door today to appease some of the frightened gentlemen.

Ugh.

Work hard.

Seeing that Shilu didn't intend to speak, he had no choice but to continue his own words, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but it's useless if I tell you, it's like opening a road. No, you have to dig the way out yourself."

If it can be said that he told Shi Lu everything the first time they met, he would have to wait for so many years until Shi Lu came to ask him.

However, he also reacted from the shock of Shi Li's expression, and asked, "Did you remember something?"

Otherwise, how could a person who was not in a hurry and let nature take its course suddenly ask about his forgotten memory.

"A little bit." Shi Lu rubbed his forehead, the feeling of erratic impacted by memories still lingered around him.

He said that he remembered a little bit, but it was really only a little bit, a few shaky footage, lightning, thunder, and river turbulence, and no important information could be extracted from the dark scene.

He could vaguely hear two roars of beasts, low and surging like a thunderclap in the sky and earth, he opened his mouth following the sound, and what he heard were two dry "Liu Liu".

Then his soul seemed to suddenly realize that it didn't match this body, and the rubber band wrapped in the middle was pulled, and his consciousness fluctuated from far to near.

Feeling dizzy.

Zhong Shuangming asked clearly about the picture he remembered, and hesitated for a long time with a grim expression—Banxi had already called to ask why Shilu hadn't come back for so long, then sighed, and decided to give a little reminder.

Just a little bit.

He thought guiltily, looking at the teacup in his hand, as if he could see Shi Li's plucked self after recovering his memory.

"God, you know the existence of gods..." Zhong Shuangming bit his lip trying to figure out what to say, "Do you say that humans created gods, or did gods create humans?"

Seeing that Shi Lu narrowed his eyes again, Zhong Shuangming quickly raised his hand, "I really can only say this, you can go back and ask that Mr. Banci, I know you must not understand."

Those of them who are born with strange beasts, who would think about these issues without any problems, it's not just what they are born with, it's all determined by fate from the heart.

Only human beings think about such messy things, and then make things that are simple and simple extremely complicated.

Shi Lu didn't get the answer he wanted from Zhong Shuangming, so he had to write down this question that sounded illogical, and robbed a few bottles of pills that could stabilize his current situation and went back.

Zhong Shuangming's reserves of high-level pills have always been very complete, and Shi Lu once wondered if he was a master of alchemy.

He then posed the question to Bansi.

"Are gods created by humans?"