Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Away from the staircase, a metal fence is wrapped in silk embroidered with elaborate patterns. A pure white jade statue bathes in the moonlight pouring in from the high windows, standing quietly with its hands clasped together, showing sympathy for all living things.

Mo Xie walked under it, raised his head, and looked at it carefully.

The statue is muscular, wearing a white robe, round bracelets on the wrists, and a belt around the waist. The back piece falls naturally, and the front piece seems to be flying in the wind, revealing lean legs and round toes. Its facial features are no different from those of ordinary people, but they are carved more deeply and three-dimensionally. The overall facial lines are soft, but the details are hard, making it difficult to tell whether it is male or female.

What is not harmonious is that there is a dent between its eyebrows, and I don't know whether it was intentional by the carver or accidentally scratched by later generations. Under the moonlight, the shadows are layered and particularly conspicuous.

Judging from the layout of the hall, this seems to be a statue used for prayer and worship. To borrow the words of the architect of the Magic Kingdom Temple, "the statue should be placed in a place far away from the hustle and bustle but in the most eye-catching place", the purpose is to create an atmosphere of difference between gods and humans, and out of reach.

Of course, the statue here may just be a decoration and is not very sophisticated.

Mo Xie came to the other side holding the candlestick. Bright and vivid landscape oil paintings were hung on the dark gray wall, surrounding the huge painting in the middle like stars and the moon.

It is the real protagonist.

The beasts and vines intertwined, retracting their sharp teeth and claws to avoid the sharp edge. The flowers and leaves were full of vitality, growing wildly in all directions. The relief-style frame shone with metallic luster, decorated with the purest gems, highlighting the noble status of the owner. Moshe raised his hand to hold the rope, and the heavy curtain slowly opened.

There are six people in the painting, the "father" and "mother" sitting in the front, and four children standing behind them.

The young woman looked very kind, with long, smooth red hair, the color of which was as rich and bright as a rose just blooming under the scorching sun. Her deep blue eyes were slightly closed, and her extremely gentle expression made her face hazy, as if she would melt into the spring water if she wasn't careful.

The blond, blue-eyed, handsome man put his left arm around his wife's shoulders and placed his right hand on his sword, like a dragon guarding a treasure, not allowing outsiders to get close to him.

Euphemia and Arthurs inherited his blood perfectly, with blond hair, blue eyes, and delicate features, just like they were carved from the same mold. Compared with them, the other two children's presence was much weaker.

Judging from his position, this young man with long black hair should be the eldest son of the family. He is tall and slender, with a cold expression and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and has the temperament of an academic researcher.

Mo Xie's gaze moved slowly, passing over the real and delicate hair, the lifelike face, and finally fell on the darkest figure on the far right that was about to blend into the background.

He had shoulder-length black hair with slightly longer bangs that covered most of his face. But one could vaguely tell that this gloomy boy had a pair of light brown eyes.

Staring at the portrait, Mo Xie was slightly stunned, and suddenly recalled his past life.

When he was young, he looked stunted, skinny, and curled up on the side of the road. Others thought he was a stray cat or dog. It was not until he followed the old army commander's footsteps and joined the alliance that he trained day and night and took nutritional supplements regularly, and his physical condition gradually improved.

He took a closer look and found that the facial features of the person in the painting were indeed somewhat similar to his, but...

The boy looked a little strange. His lips were tightly pursed, his limbs were stiff, but his light brown eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was observing something carefully, or as if he was smiling. The dark pupils seemed to be filled with endless desires, which gradually devoured the light.

Living under the same roof with his beloved family day and night is his last bottom line before he completely falls into darkness.

How did Moche make such a conclusion based on a painting? It was because he was so familiar with this kind of look. Should he praise the painter's superb skills, or lament that "himself" was not concealing anything?

Mo Xie's eyes finally turned back to the hostess's face, and he studied it carefully for a long time. A strange feeling grew in his brain, familiar yet strange. He clearly remembered the face of this person, but when he closed his eyes and opened them again, his memory seemed to be reset, always staying at a hazy and illusory level.

Is this a spell? A power? Or... a rule?

Moshe pulled another cord and the curtain slowly closed. Then he looked around, stepped lightly on the tiles, and looked up at the decorations on the high walls, thinking to himself.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and the moonlight was cold and white, making the isolated statue even more lively and vivid. Gusts of night wind, carrying the moisture of rain and dew, came through its robes and gently patted Mo Xie's back.

Along with the coolness comes the vague feeling of being watched.

Mo Xie stopped and turned around to look.

There was no light in the kitchen. The trainee chef named Bellion should have gone back to his room to rest.

who can that be?

The hall was dark and quiet, with shadows of candlelight flickering on the smooth floor tiles, as if mocking his excessive vigilance.

Mo Xie immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing the exploration, turned around and walked towards the ladder, returning to the room along the same route.

He sank into the soft bed again, his stiff joints were relieved, and his body was quickly warmed up. He folded the green knitted sweater neatly and placed it next to the pillow.

Now is not the time to sleep, he must do something more important - build a spiritual world.

Mo Xie sat cross-legged, clasped his knees with his hands, closed his eyes, and gradually slowed down his breathing.

In his previous life, he not only inherited the purest wizard bloodline, but also reached the highest realm through practice. Since then, the wizard power is no longer based on flesh and blood, but integrated into the soul, which can accompany him into the cycle of life and death.

He didn't know whether he could condense a spirit fetus in this new body, nor did he know whether there was any power similar to "superpowers" in this alien world.

The only thing that is certain is that, under normal circumstances, the spirit cannot exist independently of matter. His brain is thinking, his heart is beating, and as long as he masters the core method, he can build a spiritual world, thereby enhancing his mental strength and developing the potential of his body.

The spiritual world, also known as the psychological world, is a unique virtual world of highly intelligent creatures that can reflect the mental state and project subjective needs. Anything in memory can be transformed into "building materials" and then put into it. Construction that matches personal characteristics can help increase the upper limit of mental power and speed up the recovery of mental power.

Building a spiritual world requires a lot of physical strength and energy, which is almost impossible to accomplish with this body in its current state. But if you just enter the spiritual world through the sea of ​​consciousness and wait and see for a while, you can still do it.

Then Moshe's consciousness turned into a small ball of light and sank to the bottom of the sea. After a moment, the water surged, and the ball of light was sucked into the rising vortex, about to float to the surface.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the ball of light silently flew to the middle of the air and fell into deep thought. It was different from what he expected, and it could even be said to be beyond his cognition.