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

When Bancy's body and mystery slowly returned to normal, the sycamore trees on the roadside were fluttering and shedding their last leaves, and the temperature in the weather forecast dropped into a zigzag line. The wind howled through the streets and alleys of Shen City.

winter is here.

The cold wind also blows into Bancy's dreamland—wizards rarely dream, and the images projected in their sleep have special meanings.

The connection between this land and him was unprecedentedly close, and the scene reflected in his dream was also very clear.

In his dream, he saw the desert of white sand, and saw the turbulent river in front of him, like a natural barrier blocking one side from the other, from the sky to the soil, even a ray of wind could not cross the river.

So the wind swirled around him, and the sad and bleak sound of the winter wind whimpered and lingered by the river.

This is not a hometown, and the rootless duckweed can't find the way to cross the river, has nowhere to go, and doesn't know where to go.

The whirling wind blew up the white sand at Bansi's feet, pulled out broken tunes, and repeatedly smeared his dreams into gray.

The land gives wizards work, and wizards should serve the land. Bancy can guess the meaning of this dream without thinking too much.

Death is an existence with strict geographical divisions. The so-called death in a foreign land is often described very accurately. The dead souls who died in a foreign country can easily get lost in a strange land, and they can only wander in vain until they die. The mystery of the

So the land needs someone to send away the dead souls who have died here for many years.

And the cold snap that rolled in from the far north last night adjusted the fluctuations of the energy cycle to a suitable channel.

Today is the winter solstice, the day with the shortest day and the longest night in a year. According to the traditional customs of Shenshi, this is also the time when the gate of ghosts opens in the middle of the night and the dead come to the world.

There has never been a better time to do his land endowment work than today.

Bancy felt that his body had recovered very well, enough to end his long vacation and resume his normal working status as a wizard.

——It's a pity that his lover doesn't seem to think so.

"I'm just going out, so there's no need for such...?" Banxi folded his hands, looking helplessly at the down jacket in Shili's hand.I don't know who Shilu asked to make the clothes. Although it is a down jacket, it doesn't look very heavy. However, the fabric is glittering and the hem is exquisitely embroidered. The warm effect is good enough, and the visual effect is also exaggerated enough.

At least the windbreaker player Banxi, who will not wear more than three pieces of clothes in the cold winter, is not very willing to go out in such a suit. Walking on the road, he is round and shining, just like a shining light ball.

Besides, his job today is not suitable for colors other than black, white and gray.

"This keeps you warm." Shilu looked at the windbreaker on Bancy's body that was only for viewing with disapproving eyes, and insisted on wrapping Bancy with another layer, looking at Bancy as if he was packing a fragile item, put it on Don't worry about how many layers of foam paper.

The body has just recovered, and I am afraid that I am rushing to get sick if I run outside without a coat in such a cold day.

Bansy curled his lips, and wanted to explain the wizard's warmth spell pattern to Shi Li in detail, but seeing that there was not enough time, he and Shi Li had a theoretical lecture, so he honestly stretched out his hand and asked Shi Li to put on the clothes, and zipped it Cover half of his face tightly.

Shi Lu stepped back a few steps to look at Banxi, and nodded in satisfaction when he saw that the man was wrapped tightly from head to toe.

As long as you don't catch a cold, it is not in vain that he robbed Zhong Shuangming of the fine down feathers that have been saved for thousands of years, and just stuffed it into a thick and warm down jacket.

But after wasting a few minutes before going out, the road unfortunately encountered a traffic jam during the evening rush hour. It was still evening when Banxi went out, and when the car arrived at his destination, the moon was already high and the night was getting darker.

The sea washes against the coast, accompanied by the ripping sound of the wind at night, the moonlight lightly coats the outline of the waves with a layer of light, the wind from the sea is colder and more humid, and the wind is mixed with a salty smell.

It was the wind from far away. Bancy opened his hand, and his inner perception could smell the white snow and sunshine entrained from the other side of the sea, melting in the sea water.

Bansy had submitted an application to the management center for a magic ceremony a few days ago, so a cordon was properly set up along the coast in advance.This is a desolate coast where few people would come, and after adding a layer of high tide warning, there is no human habitation nearby.

The sea in the middle of the night is like a giant beast dormant in the dark. The sound of wind and water is his breathing and roaring. Where the moonlight shines, his eyes are shining, and he wants to devour people.

It took some time for Bansy to build a firewood pile as high as a person on the coast. Each firewood was fully soaked in the potion before use. Bansy used the sea water he got from Uther as the main ingredient to prepare the potion In this way, the soaked firewood will never be dried. Even after being taken out of the potion to dry for several days, the surface still has a wet moonlight-like luster.

This also made it take Bancy a longer time to light the firewood, and more smoke spewed out from the firewood pile than the fire, and the black smoke rolled into his mouth and nose, making people want to cough uncontrollably.

Shi Lv moved his fingers, really wanting to use a spell to directly solve the problem.Although many of his rights as a land consciousness were restricted after he mysteriously descended from the land consciousness to the present world, but lighting a fire is just a matter of moving his fingers.

Nai Shilu just thought about it, and before he could make a move, he would be predicted by Banxi, so he could only watch helplessly outside the cordon, watching Banxi struggling to set up a bonfire dozens of meters away.

The flame brightened little by little in the night, dispelling the darkness and coldness—in some theories of wizards, fire is the symbol of the first decline of mystery, and lighting up the night also illuminates half of the invisible human beings in a day , since then free will has been attributed to human beings.

But at the same time, in some other theories, bright and hot bonfires can guide the way for the lost dead.

Bancy took off his thick down jacket and put it aside, walked around the campfire while beating the snare drum he brought, allowing the energy flowing from the hexagram to enter the seawater from the other side of the "door".

He was dressed in white, so he could be seen very clearly in the dark.Shi Li watched from a distance that Bancy took regular steps and swayed his body, and the decorative laces on his clothes were thrown out beautifully like wings.

The deep and soft singing voice is transmitted in the wind, it is a tune sung in a foreign language, echoing the rhythm of the waves, melodious and ups and downs, like a silk thread winding from a far away place, the soul who hears the singing voice is involuntarily drawn by it Bewildered.

Shilu couldn't understand this language, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning of the singing.

Singing and dancing are the oldest forms of sacrifice, and through this form, Bansi simulates the energy cycle of the land, calling for the lost souls who have lost their way here and have no way to return home.

The "door" opened, and the moonlight and the firelight merged in the thick black smoke, and the billowing black smoke smeared a seemingly invisible path in the void, from the firelight to the moonlight, and from the moonlight to the sea—the bottom of the sea In the deepest part is the turbulent river that divides life and death.

So the souls of the dead who couldn't find their way came along with the singing, they couldn't see their faces clearly, they were just white phantoms, or clusters of light flickering like fireflies, and disappeared into the flames like moths flying into the flames.

The flame became brighter and brighter, and the firewood made a crackling sound. The sparks splashed and were blown upward by the wind, melting into the surging smoke and dust, lighting up a ray of light in the dark smoke.

Homecoming, homecoming.

The souls of the dead living in foreign countries rushed to the sea with singing. Shilu knew that there would be a heavy rain on the sea tomorrow, and then those wandering souls would be brought back to the place where the souls were originally born in the clouds floating in the wind and water.

Crossing the river, washing away the dust, ushering in a new life in a blank space.

When the bonfire was about to be extinguished, there was already a sliver of morning light on the horizon. Bancy sat by the bonfire with a snare drum in his arms, staring at the last faint flame in a daze.He spent the whole night singing, and now he was too tired to make a sound, he only moved when he heard Shi Li approaching, and let Shi Li wrap the down jacket around himself, and then put himself in his arms.

He sniffed and felt that it was indeed a bit cold, so he didn't move any more, and sat in Shilu's arms to watch the bonfire go out.

The sky turned white, and the sun slowly revealed some corners from the other side of the sea. In the night, the dark sea was suddenly gentle and bright, and the water was colorful and full of warm colors.

Bancy quietly watched the sun rise.

He turned around and pulled up the down jacket, covering him and Shi Li.

"I love you."

He hid his voice in this soft and warm little darkness, and the voice passed from lip to lip, hot as his heart at the moment.

"I love you."

When he heard Shili respond, he held his hand and interlocked his fingers.

The winter morning light is gentle and gentle, coming in through this small gap in the darkness

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I worked overtime in the company and figured out the ending. When writing this article, I really encountered many unexpected situations, sickness and overtime hell, plus trying new themes. I really appreciate everyone who is willing to support me. Encourage my little angel, hope we have a chance to see you again 030

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