Twilight Speaker

Chapter 53: The Bull Processing Plant, start!

“How is a contract established?”

"A simple magic circle. Exchange your real names and it will submit to you before you die."

"real name?"

"That's your real name."

As he spoke, Professor Su took out eight obsidians from the void and placed them on the floor. He then took out candles, silver ash, gold powder and other things from the void.

The magic circle was meticulously drawn with silver-grey gold powder, eight obsidians were placed in the eight directions of the magic circle, and four candles were lit at the four corners.
The green smoke curled into fog, but the fog did not dissipate. Light began to flicker. The light and fog merged, and a shimmering color burst out, enveloping Chen Xiang and the Red Bull!
"A contract requires witnesses."

Sura said seriously:
"The God of Fairness and Contract will witness everything. He is the God of nature, without subjective self-consciousness, wisdom, or soul. He is absolutely rational and more like a pure machine."

Chen Xiang nodded, and was gradually enveloped in the light mist. He could not hear any sound from the outside world, and the outside world could not peek inside.
He found that there seemed to be an inexplicable and discontinuous connection between himself and the Red Bull.

He heard a faint sound, floating from an infinite distance, as if coming from a misty mountain, mixed with the scent of moonlight.

"Water and fire, moon and sun, yin and yang."

"Balanced and fair."

“The middle of loss and gain, the boundary between the incompleteness and the circle.”

“I stand here and witness everything.”

"Gods, humans, animals, plants, without exception."

Amid the solemn voice, Chen Xiang saw the red bull lower its head and speak in human language.

“My Name”

"Big black bull."

Chen Xiang looked at the fiery red bull, his mouth twitched, and he fell into deep thought.

The solemn voice sounded again:
"One of the real names is already known."

After a while, Chen Xiang shook his head and narrated softly:

"My name is Chen Xiang."

After a moment of silence, a solemn voice rang out, as if coming from the misty mountains thousands of miles away.

“Real name.”

"mistake."

Chen Xiang was stunned.

mistake?

He frowned, hesitated, touched the crack on his wrist, and finally spoke:
"My name is Traveler."

“Real name.”

"mistake."

Chen Xiang then continued:

"My name is Titan."

“Real name.”

"mistake."

The solemn voice did not fluctuate at all.

Wrong again? ?

Chen Xiang was confused. He had made up the story about the traveler, but how could Emperor Tan be wrong too? ?

After thinking for a long time, he remembered his name in his previous life.

In his previous life, on that earth without gods or supernatural beings, his last name was quite unique, and there were only a few with it in all of China.
emperor.

His last name is Di.

"My name is Emperor Elephant."

“Real name.”

“I already have two.”

"The contract has been signed!"

The solemn voice suddenly became louder, and Chen Xiang felt that the vague and intermittent connection between himself and Er Niu suddenly became solid!
The evil bull bent its front hooves and lowered its head to him.

"Moo!"

This is submission and loyalty, and it is the greatest honor of the Erniu clan from ancient times to the present.

The light mist slowly dissipated, and Professor Su asked with a smile:

"Successful? Why did it take so long?"

Chen Xiang shook his head without explaining and gently stroked the ox's head:

"This guy's name is actually Big Black Bull"

Hearing this, Professor Su was also stunned and laughed a little.

Chen Xiang asked at this time:

"Professor Su, can we just stuff souls or ghosts into the big black bull's stomach? Is there a limit?"

"The upper limit?"

Professor Su shook his head:

"The Er Niu family is blessed by nature. Their stomach is like a small dimension. It should have no upper limit, but it should also depend on their own realm. This cow is now a transcendent. You can feed it some soul essence appropriately, and you don't have to absorb it all yourself." After a pause, he smiled and said:
"It is said that when the ruler of Donghong was still a prince, he relied on the evil bull to finally succeed in ascending to the throne. If you use the evil bull well, it will be your greatest wealth."

Chen Xiang nodded calmly and couldn't help asking:

"Professor Su, why don't you want it?"

"It's a waste to follow me."

Professor Su said lightly:

"Don't expose the existence of the evil bull easily. You can hide it in a hidden place in the spirit world like the previous owner of the evil bull did, or you can let it disguise itself as an ordinary bull and follow you in reality."

After a pause, he continued:

"I have already released the tens of thousands of souls in the stomach of this big black bull. Most of the souls lost their bodies and were sent to the underworld. A small number returned to their bodies. You have to find new souls by yourself. Don't be too cruel."

Chen Xiang nodded thoughtfully:

"Professor Su, what's the difference between a soul and a ghost?"

"Naturally there is."

Professor Su thought for a moment and explained:

"The former is mostly made up of the essence of the soul. The soul can go to the underworld and has the possibility of reincarnation. Ghosts are pure spiritual bodies. The essence of the soul is extremely rare and cannot be reincarnated. It is more like the shell that the soul peels off after a person dies."

Chen Xiang probably understood that one is the essence, the true spirit, and the other is the shell, the "power" of the soul.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked:
"One last question, professor. How much soul essence can a soul or ghost produce?"

“Naturally there is no upper limit.”

Professor Su smiled and said:
"The only difference is the speed. If we consider the soul essence of an ordinary person as a complete one, a high-quality soul can produce one soul essence in about a month."

One soul produces one origin every month?
Chen Xiang nodded slightly. If compared to the interest on savings, this is about 3% of the daily fixed principal.
He asked again:

"So, what about the ghost?"

Professor Su shook his head:
"The Spectre itself is an empty shell, so it's naturally much slower, probably ten times slower."

0.3% per day
Chen Xiang nodded slightly and wanted to ask more questions, but Professor Sura seemed to be in a hurry. He looked at his watch and waved goodbye.

Before entering the void, Professor Su reminded:

"Remember, it's the basement on the bottom floor of the apartment building next to Saint-Lo Square. By the way, I found traces of cultists in the Ninth Ring. Saint-Lo Square seems to be a ritual site. Be careful when you go there."

Chen Xiang thanked him, and when he looked up again, Sura had already disappeared into the void.

After entering the void,
Sura stood in the gap between the folded spaces and did not leave immediately. Instead, he stared quietly at the young man named Chen Xiang.

"It seems that there are more than just the messengers of the Old Council and followers of the Void."

He recalled the scene when Chen Xiang hammered Chaofan to death, and at that time he vaguely heard the whispers from the abyss.
Could it be the Lord of the Abyss, or the follower of the dancer?
"The Double Dependent, who came from the old parliament, now also possesses the Evil Bull. If you also receive my legacy, how far can you go in the future?"

Sura smiled, a little regretful:

“Unfortunately, I can’t see it.”

While he was talking to himself, he stood in the gap between the two spaces and saw the young man talking to himself:
"Are you leaving? If you do, please let me know."

"Hmm?" Sura exclaimed. He found himself again? ?
impossible? ?
He was a little stunned, but he didn't bother to think too much. His voice penetrated the folded space:

"Let's go. See you at the lecture."

After saying this, Sura really took a step and left.

In the room, Chen Xiang's expression did not change after hearing Professor Su's voice. He waited for a moment and then said to himself again:
"Are you leaving? If you do, please let me know."

"gone!"

The voice of the Crazy Mirror rang out cheerfully, and Big Black Bull suddenly looked sideways:

"Moo??"

It looked around in confusion, looking for the source of the sound.

Chen Xiang patted the big black bull's head and said with a smile:
"Mirror, how much of what Professor Su said is true and how much is false?"

"In reply to your question, it should be completely true."

"Is the effect of the soul's origin really that powerful?"

"To answer your question, I'm crazy and don't remember a lot, but it should be roughly correct. In my hazy memory, the origin of the soul is indeed closely related to authority. Authority itself has no upper limit, and the origin of the soul determines the 'upper limit' that authority can exert."

Chen Xiang seemed to be thinking about something. He gently stroked the crack tattoo on his wrist and glanced at the big black bull:

"Good cow, come here and open your mouth."

The big black bull was confused and opened its mouth obediently.

The next moment, a blurry light shone from Chen Xiang's wrist, illuminating the entire spacious room.

Visible wrinkles appeared in the void, and ghosts that had been dead for a long time crawled out one after another! !
"Moo??"

The big black bull perked up and opened his mouth even wider.

Under the light, the ghosts walked into the big black bull's mouth in an orderly manner. Every time one entered, the big black bull would let out a happy cry.

"Moo!"

"Moo! Moo! Moo! Moo! Moo!"

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred
One thousand, three thousand, five thousand, ten thousand.
Big Black Bull found something wrong.

Tens of thousands of ghosts entered the stomach, but the number of ghosts here did not seem to decrease at all, but increased, more and more.
"Moo moo moo??"

The big black bull became frightened.

(End of this chapter)