Vol 2 Chapter 2149: Head spider

Chapter 2149 Human Head Spider Body
Increasingly westward, the golden dusk covered the entire town of Polai. The residents who sang and danced after meals seemed to hear the new dusk songs, and the dance steps at their feet were rejuvenated. The poet on the square played the harp with an elegant tone A poetry of chanting the evening glow; the artist on the river also intensified his time to record this wonderful moment.
In many places, dusk is hailed as the key to darkness, but in the town of Polai, it has become a treasure of praise.
But even if the gem is brilliant, there are places that are not illuminated, as is the orphanage deep in Thyssen Lane.
In a dark cabin, Little Sam opened his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes, stepped down from the bed, pushed the window open to look out at the sky—dark, only a bit bright in the shadows of the buildings in the distance, and could see the dusk in the cracks.
The orphanage is always shrouded in gloom, as if it is cut off from the outside by dawn.
If ordinary people came here, it would be scared. Even if you are bold, you will not like this place.
But Little Sam feels the cold and even a bit dead world around him, but he feels in peace somehow.
Compared to the tiring and tiring of the past few years on the farm, here he relaxes his mind for the first time. Perhaps because of the mood at this moment, he did not hate or fear the orphanage.
Sitting at the window for a while, little Sam thought about everything, past, present, and distant future.
It was not until the knock at the door that he returned to his heart.
"Are you Brother Sam?"
When the door opened, it looked like a very soft little lady. However, Little Sam has previously heard Mr. Thyssen say that the orphanage only has dead souls, and this little madam should be one of them.
"Yada?"
As Yada's eyes lighted, she reached out her hand and held up high, "Yes, my name is Yada!"
Little Sam looked at Yada's shiny eyes and rubbed his head subconsciously. He kneaded after rubbing it.
Isn't he getting better?
Also, he should be afraid of the dead, but why isn't he afraid of Yada at all?
When Little Sam was hesitant, Yada was very happy. He inexplicably liked this little brother, and he did not reject his closeness at all.
"You come to me, is there anything wrong?" Little Sam coughed twice, and put away some hands he didn't know where to put.
"It was Lord Pat who asked me to come, and Lord said, Brother Sam is awake and let you go there." Yada said.
The younger Sam heard Mr. Pat let him pass, and he didn't hesitate: "Well, you show the way."
Maybe Yada was very soft and easy to talk to, and Little Sam asked about the orphanage and Mr. Pat along the way.
Yada didn't answer much about Mr. Pat; but the situation in the orphanage was not concealed. Little Sam also knows that the original orphanage is also gloomy and caused by illusions; the illusions here are for the talents to test; and another, the necromancer named Shani, because of recent emotional instability Stable and did not appear.
Little Sam also wanted to ask why Sunny was emotionally unstable, and when Mr. Thyssen's details were at the door of Mr. Pat's room.
"I'll wait for Brother Sam outside, and I'll take Brother Sam out for dinner later." Yada waved at Little Sam and hid in the darkness.
Little Sam took a deep breath and knocked on the silent wooden door.
After a long while, sitting in front of the dim yellow oil lamp, Little Samm heard Angel's question: "Yada should tell you, why did I let you come over?"
Little Sam nodded. "Test your mental strength."
Anger said lightly: "Yes, after eating and sleeping well, your mental strength has begun to recover to its peak. At this time, the test is the most accurate."
After Angell spoke, he reached out a little and created a small game illusion in front of Little Sam.
This is a mini-game in the holographic tablet.
Through mini-games, Little Sam's thoughts gradually become active, and his mental strength is also agitated. At this time, Angell handed the scale for measuring mental strength to Little Sam.
When Little Sam was going to look down at the scale, Angel called him: "Don't look at the rest of the scale, it will impact your mental strength. The correct use of the scale is from the bottom Starting at the 0 scale, as you slowly look up with the pale golden line inside, how much you can see is your mental strength. "
After the explanation, Angell signaled that Little Sam could test.
Small Sam solemnly picked up the scale, his eyes began to focus on the 0 scale. With his concentration, the golden lines on the scale were like snakes, moved, and began to move slowly towards the top ...
At the time, when Angell used the scale to test the mental strength value, when he reached the 7 scale, he just felt that his eyes were a bit astringent. After 10, a gold thread became two, forming a double spiral and rushing upwards. Only then did Angel feel a sting in his brain.
By the time the little Sam was at the 4 mark, his forehead was sweating. When the gold line reached 5 at a difficult time, Qing Jin began to explode.
As Little Sam felt that the blood vessels on his forehead were about to burst, the gold thread rose again. However, the climb exceeded the upper limit of the younger Sam. The younger Sam fainted when his eyes became dark.
Angle got the scale from the younger Sam.
The gold line stays on the scale-7.
"A bowl of witch soup can just bring his mental strength to 10, crossing the talent's lower limit." Anger's eyes flashed complicatedly: "It just happened to be 10, was it calculated? It really is Feng who stayed ... ... "
At the time of the abyss, Angle also felt that Feng seemed to account for everything, whether he, the nightclub owner, or Favner, Odkras, seemed to be in the bureau set by Feng.
Therefore, when he saw the scale just reached 7, Angel was not surprised.
When Angel was whispering, he didn't know. In the distant shell world, an artist called Sister Feng was sneezing, rubbing his nose and saying, "Who is thinking of me? It is probably Rowling ... Rowling said she didn't care, but she really cared about it, after all, it was related to her ethnicity. Alas, I don't know if the witch soup with 3 points of mental power can cultivate a talent. No way, there is nothing I can do. I am just a poor artist, and I only have that savings. "
Angel did not know, but this time, it was really just a coincidence.
He set the scale aside, his eyes flashing with dim light.
The wizard of the magic painting can even estimate the mental power of Little Sam, so he will go to the tide world, should it be counted?
Even if it is really counted, Angell still has to go to the tidal realm in order to find the right elemental life.
"Sure enough to be a legendary wizard, so powerful."
As Angel sighed in his heart, the little Sam on the other side began to wake up slowly.
...
Little Sam was relieved after learning that his mental strength test was 7. Although it is the tail of a crane, at least he has become a talent and has the opportunity to set foot in an extraordinary world.
"After you go back, heat the witch soup on the stove and drink it after it melts completely." Angel: "After drinking, sleep well, come back tomorrow, I will test your talent."
Although it is known that Little Sam has the talent of a near-spirit body, the future direction still needs to be further measured.
Little Sam nodded and exited the room.
After Little Sam left, Angel went into self-precipitation. No matter where he goes, Angel will not relax his self-precipitation until he has completely digested his knowledge.
Time went by.
Overnight, Little Sam returned to his face with a refreshed spirit.
"Mr. Pat, I took Witch Soup last night." Little Sam hesitated and asked, "Is my mental strength at 10 now?"
When Angell entered the door with Little Sam, he already felt the fluctuation of his mental power, which was only after the mental power value exceeded 10.
"Congratulations, you are now a gifted person. But this just gives you the opportunity to pursue the truth. Whether you can embark on the extraordinary road in the future is still uncertain." Angel said briefly, He didn't say too much encouragement or crackdown, these are left to the younger Sam's mentor to say later.
"Although you are a talent now, I still need to confirm your talent."
Anger tapped his fingers lightly, and there were immediately visible changes in the room.
The door was opened, the wind blew in, the extinguished oil lamp began to reignite, the empty water cup was filled with water, and the desktop was empty with a flower pot full of soil ...
After these facilities were put in place, Angell took out a talent ball and a small hourglass.
"The hourglass counts for one minute, during which you notice what has changed around you."
After all, Angell put the talent ball in front of Little Sam.
Little Sam nodded in a deep voice and solemnly put his hand on the talent ball.
The talent ball immediately shone bright light. In this halo, Little Sam looked out of the window and suddenly put a face on ...
The hourglass flips over and the one-minute countdown ends.
Anger glanced at Little Sam, and found that his pupils were shrinking, and he was immersed in a certain mood, so he didn't bother him, but took the talent ball by himself, waiting for his return.
"What did you see?" Ingle asked as Little Sam's eyes returned to light.
Little Sam turned pale and swallowed: "I see ... a human face by the window."
"I seem to know her. She is her mother's sister, Mrs. Sheila. She died of illness when I was very young. Only an oil painting was placed in Xinghu Castle. She looks exactly like the oil painting in the window, so I can Recognize her. "
When Angel heard this, he felt dark in his heart: what he saw was the dead spirit, and surely Sammy was a soul.
"However, Madam Sheila is a little different from the oil painting. She seems to have only her head as Madam Sheila. I faintly see her body outside the window, as if ... a spider."
Special soul? Angel is somewhat surprised. It seems that the young Sam is suitable for nurturing a special soul in the future? This is in line with Nice's expectations for him.
Angle: "Are there any?"
Little Sam hesitated: "I seem to hear her voice, she is calling me to find her, her direction is over there."
Little Sam turned and pointed south.
Angel's gaze looked through the wall, looking south. Across the grasslands and forests, his gaze saw a rolling mountain.
"Where is our direction?"
Little Sam nodded: "Yes, my mother once told me that Mrs. Syrah died of illness in Xinghu Castle. I have some doubts whether Mrs. Sila's soul is still near Xinghu Castle? She is Tell me, let me go find her. "
Anger groaned for a moment and shook his head gently: "Don't think about it, this is just a talent test, just to determine your specific talent."
"Moreover, I have seen Xinghu Castle. There is no human soul with a spider head there. Neither the undead nor the undead."
Little Sam heard this, and though hesitated, he believed Inger's words.
"Your talent is indeed soul-based. In the future, your mentor will talk to you in detail." Angel patted Sam's shoulder: "You can go back, Yada is still waiting for you outside. "
Little Sam nodded his thanks to Angel, and left the room.
After Angell left, Angel looked back out the window and was lost in thought.
After contemplation, he closed his eyes and went to the wilderness of dreams.
When he found Nice, he was sitting on an airship and heading for the new city address.
"Nice wizard, are you going to help out in the new town?"
Nice nodded and sighed, "It was Lianna who asked me to help, but I really didn't want to ..."
After a pause, Nice looked at Angel: "You came to me, did you test the talent of Little Sam?"
Angel: "Yes, his mental strength is exactly 7 o'clock. After taking Witch Soup, he is now a gifted person."
After briefly explaining the situation of Little Sam, Angel talked about what Little Sam saw and heard during the talent test.
"Is the call he heard true?"
"I've heard this for the first time," Nice muttered. "However, the talent ball pulls the tester into a spiritual world. What you see, think and think is true in that world . "
"Maybe, that Mrs. Sheila is really calling him."
"The soul of the head of the spider is one of the common special souls in" Soul Records ... "However, this form of soul is generally an undead."
Angel: "You mean, Madam Sheila is real, and her calling is also true, but her calling may be bad for Little Sam."
Nice nodded: "Yes, this particular undead is said to have been betrayed by his blood relatives during his lifetime, and suffered great torture, which was formed in this resentment. His killing is extremely heavy, especially for relatives."
"Unfortunately, although it is a special soul, it is an undead. It does not help me."
"However, the other person may have found Little Sam. As a blood relative, even if Little Sam does not go to her, she is expected to come."
(End of this chapter)