Beast Tamer: Super Lucky Starting Contract

Mo Xu turned around, but he didn't see anyone. He just thought he was distracted by his deep thoughts.

After taking a few steps, that feeling appeared again, and this time the force pulling him was a little stronger and could not be ignored.

He immediately stopped and looked around, but still didn't notice anything around him.

But after several mysterious encounters, he had come to understand that his "abnormal constitution" was probably due to him being possessed by something strange.

From the door, you can see a corner of the outermost piece of gold paper in the glass cover, which is quietly glowing.

But as expected, it is closely related to these three pieces of gold paper.

Yun Man and Jiang Pan had already walked away several steps. Mo Xu stared at the gold paper, and no strange feeling appeared anymore.

He didn't understand what this thing was trying to do. Was it trying to touch him? Attack him? Or keep him?

Unable to figure it out, he decided to follow Yunman and listen to the secrets of gold paper and baptism first.

It's broad daylight, in public, we can't cause a haunting incident.

When he took another step and walked to Yun Man's side, the pulling feeling appeared again. This time the other party seemed to be anxious, and his movements were quite violent, making Mo Xu feel unstable and his soul almost being pulled out.

Afterwards, his "soul" was really pulled out.

"Out of body experience?"

Mo Xu felt like he was floating in an unknown place. He now had two of his five senses, one in his original body, and he could feel Yun Man shaking his shoulders.

On the other side, the scene seen in the soul was three tall pieces of paper, just like what he had seen in the black cloth before.

However, this time the paper was white, with nothing on it, and there were no longer the mysterious colors of the myriad beasts around it.

This time the paper was even more overbearing. Although there was no direct contact, it still pulled him into the mysterious space. However, after this experience, Mo Xu also concluded that these three pieces of paper and the black cloth had the same origin and were likely to be the same thing.

Or rather, from the same creation.

Three pieces of white paper each stretched out in a circle, surrounding Mo Xu, and there was no movement.

Outside, Yun Man had already begun pinching Mo Xu's philtrum. Mo Xu felt a wave of pain, but his body was unable to move. Covering the same part with his hands in his soul form did not help, so he could only be forced to endure it.

"Big sister, you are really strong. You not only didn't strangle a dead person to life, but you almost strangled a living person to death." Mo Xu jumped in the mysterious space.

"What are you doing here? If there's a show, start it now, or let me go."

Mo Xu's soul did not "make any sound", but his consciousness was fluctuating, similar to talking to himself.

But as he finished asking, a response really came from the white paper.

Some faint fluctuations came from above, carrying a faint sound, touching Mo Xu's soul.

“These papers are alive?!”

He was immediately horrified, he was just complaining when he asked, but it was another matter if the paper he was asking was conscious.

What you fear will come true. The fluctuation of the paper is becoming more and more obvious, to the point where it is difficult to ignore.

"real......"

A faint voice, like the song he heard at that time, was clearly transmitted to Mo Xu's sea of ​​consciousness.

There was nowhere to escape here, Mo Xu suppressed his fear and concentrated his attention to listen.

There were intermittent waves on the white paper, piecing together the meaning of the two words.

"The truth..."

This is neither sound nor text, but it is transmitted directly into Mo Xu's soul and transformed into a language system that he can accurately understand.

"Truth? What is this?" Mo Xu did not feel that Bai Zhi had any ill will towards him, so he also started to communicate.

After receiving Mo Xu's answer, the three pieces of white paper began to fluctuate again, but this time the meaning was rather confusing and obscure, making Mo Xu feel like he was reading a heavenly book.

"Is this... another Riddler segment?" Mo Xu couldn't help asking, "Can you tell me? If not, can you let me go?"

There was a piece of white paper that seemed to be in a hurry, and golden ink evolved on it, as if it wanted to write something, but it soon disappeared.

Mo Xu felt that this scene was familiar to him, and he felt helpless: "Is it something that cannot be said again?"

After he finished speaking, another piece of white paper moved, emitting fluctuations of consciousness while twisting its upper half in a very humane way, causing a slight wrinkle in the middle.

Mo Xu felt it for a while, and seemed to sense a negative meaning from the white paper. He asked doubtfully: "Are you shaking your head?"

The shaking white paper stopped, and the top of it bent slightly, making a "nodding" gesture.

"..."

Now Mo Xu understood. It was not that they couldn't speak, but that these white papers couldn't speak and could only emit simple waves.

"How about this, I'll ask the questions and you guys answer them, nodding or shaking your heads, ok?"

The big white papers all nodded in unison, looking a little silly and cute for a moment.

"Is that mantra a meaningful expression?" Mo Xu asked the first question.

The blank papers nodded again.

"So...you want to tell me the truth?"

The blank papers all shook their heads, anxious to express something.

"Stop, stop struggling, let me ask." Mo Xu stopped immediately: "Since you are not the ones who want to tell me, then I should tell you?"

The blank papers nodded, and their movements were so loud that they even expressed joy.

"What is the truth?" Mo Xu fell into deep thought, and then suddenly realized: "Could it be that ballad?"

"The First Emperor, obeying the will of Heaven, passed down his legacy to future generations..."

When Mo Xu tried to read the first sentence, he knew he had guessed correctly.

The ballad resonated with the three pieces of white paper, and an extremely sacred golden light shone on the white paper, with traces of words and symbols revealed.

Mo Xu couldn't remember the tune of the ballad, he just recited the words from memory, but the vibrations of his soul came out automatically like humming.

Following the strange rhythm, Mo Xu felt himself entering into a mysterious state. He looked dignified and solemn, chanting Taoist music. On the white paper, golden ink flowed like a tide, and the words were like knives, carving out extraordinary traces.

"The splendid Emperor, the great and eternal, is revered by all the world..."

When Mo Xu seemed to be in harmony with the Tao, the mouth of his real body was opening and closing, whispering some sounds.

"Brother Mo, is this a ghost possessing you?" Jiang Pan's ancestors used to be tomb robbers, so he knows some of the tricks.

"In the extraordinary society, feudal superstition is not allowed." Yun Man was pinching her philtrum hard when Mo Xu's lips moved and touched her palm.

"Okay?" She lowered her hand and saw that Mo Xu was still in a strange state, muttering to himself.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

She leaned in and listened for a while, her expression changing.