"It's just that such a world, what kind of world can it collide with in order to form a better impact effect?" Lin Xi frowned, and his gaze quickly drifted over many worlds.

There are many powerful worlds.

But there are very few that are just right.

And in these just right worlds, those that can have a positive impact on this dream master world have not yet been found.

Lin Xi is the master of these worlds though.

But they can't complete the most perfect match between them in a moment.

If it's that easy, then it still needs the strict rules of Chaos City, what is the battle between worlds to the death and death?

As long as Lin Xi is the master, won't it be over if he is directly paired and fused?

At the end of the day, fate is impermanent, and people's hearts are impermanent.

If two pairs are combined, how can the number be determined?

Sensing Lin Xi's shift in attention, the Dream Horror Knife Master did not open his mouth, but transmitted the voice to Lin Xi.

"City Lord, what do you think of that world?"

Follow the thoughts of the Dream Knife Master.

Part of Lin Xi's spirit was transferred to a world and saw a corner of the world.

In the dark basement, a young man with a pale face, holding a white candlestick with a paranoid expression, was mixing red paint with the human blood that had been spoiled in the hospital and took out the opportunity, and used a big brush to stick together, writing and drawing on the ground, outlining strange and mysterious runes.

While sketching, the young man's mouth was chanting all kinds of strange and lengthy incantations.

Under the strange atmosphere, there seems to be an ominous aura that is enveloping it.

The talisman array under his feet had been drawn, and the young man gasped weakly, then wiped the fine sweat on his face, and placed an antique broken bowl in the middle of the talisman array.

It turns out that in this world, psychic techniques are popular.

Ordinary people can use the 'lovesickness' of the ancients to outline the spiritual array, summon the souls of the ancients, and then sign a contract to become their own host spirits.

Most of the souls of these ancients have been baptized for a long time and have become special in some aspects.

Some historical celebrities who have left a strong mark in history have extraordinary potential.

Borrowing the abilities of the host spirits, psychics can gain otherworldly strength and show their skills in various fields.

Compared with psychics, ordinary people not only do not have extraordinary powers, but also in some unique fields, they are far from being the opponents of psychics and are left far behind.

Therefore... Although there are few psychics, they occupy almost the entire superstructure of the entire world.

It is an existence that everyone yearns for.

But where there are opportunities, there are risks.

First of all, the psychic array and the parasitic object are not easy to obtain.

Secondly, if you want to sign a contract with the psychic spirit, you must have a strong spiritual will to resist the first wave of illusion impact.

If you don't, your mind will explode and you will die.

Generally speaking... Those families with an inheritance and an ancient origin will choose the ancestors of the psychic family.

For the sake of bloodline, those past souls who came from the psychic will be more willing to be merciful.

Of course... If there is a dove occupying the magpie's nest, but he doesn't know it... I'm afraid that I will be cocooned and bound to myself.

There was once a family where the patriarch had been planted on his head by his wife for a long time, and he didn't know anything about it, but thought that his three sons and two daughters were all his own.

The arrogant psychic was once a famous ancestor in the annals of history, but the ancestors noticed the impurity of the bloodline.

In an instant, the illusion expanded, enveloping the entire family.

Turned the entire family into a ghost domain.

It is still taboo.

But whoever enters the place where the family gathers will not be able to come out.

At this time, gusts of yin wind blew in this closed basement. The yin wind blowing, and the weak youth felt a little creepy.

"Nothing can go wrong with what Grandpa has handed down!" The young man tightened the clothes on his body, as if he felt that this clothes could bring him some sense of security.

Bang Bang Bang!

There was a knock on the door of the underground warehouse. A thick voice shouted: "Wang Guobin! I know you're at home! Hurry up and pay back the money..." Why are you so shameless? Do you still think that you will be a hundred dead people? If you are still a standing and peeing man, you will clear the accounts for us before you die! You buy an insurance policy, and you go out on the street and get a nice car to touch!

"Wang Guobin! ！”

“*********。 ”

“***，****，*****！！！”

After a lot of foul language, the sound of banging on the door gradually seemed to weaken slightly.

Immediately afterwards, it seems that other residents came forward and complained to the property.

The filthy sound outside was even weaker.

What about Wang Guobin?

He couldn't move at this time, an extreme coldness spread from the soles of his feet directly to his whole body, and he felt as if he was stuck in a cold and damp quagmire, unable to withdraw and constantly sinking.

With his mouth wide open, Wang Guobin wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

At this time, Wang Guobin thought of the debt collector, so he directly gave up reason and civilization, kicked the door open and rushed in.

However, with the 'help' of the kind neighbors, and under the threat of the property and the security guards, the debt collector scolded and left.

"Less than 100 yuan a month for the property fee... What are these properties and security guards so responsible for? You are dragging your feet on the properties of the whole country! You can't learn from those properties that charge 3,500 a month, don't care about anything, push it when there is trouble, and sell the private information of residents to intermediaries, sales, and fraudsters? And what kind of neighbor is this? What era is it... is still so warm-hearted, can you be indifferent to each other?" Wang Guobin had 10,000 words of complaint in his heart, but at this moment, he was speechless.

A blinding red light spilled over the entire underground warehouse.

When the light dissipated, a man with a head of about 1.72 meters, dark skin, and a face that was not handsome was standing there, he was wearing a dark gray suit vest, a light blue bow tie around his neck, and a pair of somewhat wide suit pants on the lower body, and two straps on both sides of the suit pants. In short, the dress of this body is particularly strange and a little nondescript.

And in his hand, he was holding it... It's the antique broken bowl.

Wang Guobin opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

It wasn't what he had in mind.

What he wanted to be psychic was clearly another ghost.

"Is it because I used expired blood, so I didn't have enough strength? I didn't find the main owner and was hit by the secondary car?" Wang Guobin thought to himself, and suddenly realized at this time... I was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and it seemed that the psychic was a little too hasty.

People are poor and short-lived, and cinnabar has been replaced with red paint.

The child's blood was exchanged for expired blood discarded by the hospital.

Other aspects of the use of materials can also be saved.

And against the impending illusion, the things that maintain their own spirituality and sanity are even more empty.

What do you think... It's all self-defeating!

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