The day when I was forcibly bound by an NPC

The mage carried Xiao Hei back to the house, and taught it a lesson as he walked.

Jiang Zhaonian looked at his back, turned around and glanced at the winter scene in the snow and wind in the distance.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his hands to get some warmth, knelt down to pick up the broken glass, and followed him back to the house.

The released spiritual power spread quickly. When Jiang Zhaonian entered the room, he immediately felt the "warmth" in the room.

Although not as strong as in the studio, it is also relaxing and pleasant.

The mage leaned on the sofa, pushed Xiao Hei left and right with the toe of his shoe, and warned that what he had done recently was too much.If it insists on going on like this, don't blame it for being "sent off" by the owner.

And Xiao Hei obviously didn't pay attention to him at all, didn't listen to a word, was squinting a pair of round eyes, lying on the ground rolling over and over, "snoring" in his throat non-stop.

Already fascinated by the "warmth" of the house.

"This is..." Jiang Zhaonian walked to the sofa, sat down on the other side of the mage, and expressed his concern for this little cohabitant.

"It's okay, just wait until the 'warmth' dissipates."

"Oh, okay," Jiang Zhaonian put his palms together on his lap, turned his head to look at the mage, "but the curse you mentioned earlier...what's going on?"

The mage was silent for a moment, picked up the black striped cat from his feet, and put it on his lap.

He lowered his eyes, stroked his hair absently, and said, "Forget it, if the time comes, I'll tell you again."

Jiang Zhaonian couldn't help but frowned, and pressed the corners of his mouth: "So mysterious? What timing are we waiting for?"

The mage pondered, as if considering how to reply.

Suddenly, he felt a chill.

Different from the coldness of winter, it is a kind of cold that seeps from the inside out, from the soul.

Just like "warmth", it first resonates in the soul, and then gradually spreads to the senses of the whole body.

The mage frowned and stood up, quickly walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out——

Thick white shadows were approaching the house from all directions.

Many of the white shadows had already arrived in the courtyard, lying on the window, staring into the room with big round and empty eyes.

"Damn it." The mage cursed in a low voice, he strode into the storage room, dragged out a huge cage and a slender wooden sword and handed it to Jiang Zhaonian: "The void ghosts in the entire forest are attracted by the 'warmth' You will stay in the house later, if a ghost comes in, use a sword to pierce it, and grab it into a cage. I will go to the studio to get something to deal with the 'warmth' in the air, and see how it goes, I can't wait for them to dissipate naturally gone."

"Okay." Jiang Zhaonian hurriedly got up and took the things.

"Be careful, don't be touched by them." The mage confessed, opened the door, and strode out.

During the moment when the door was opened and closed, four or five long white shadows came in one after another.

Jiang Zhaonian was on guard, according to the mage's instructions, carefully avoiding their touch, and caught the ghosts one by one.

Fortunately, their movements are as clumsy as ever, and they don't take much effort.

The white shadows were struggling in the cage, but they couldn't get out no matter what.

Looking at them, Jiang Zhaonian suddenly remembered the time he was scared to death.He knelt down and observed these translucent ghosts.

They look like stick figures drawn when they were young, with round heads and gradually blurred tails. The whole one looks like a large wavy strip, which is a bit cute.

Jiang Zhaonian felt a little hard to accept, he was actually scared by this kind of guy before...

Jiang Zhaonian remembered the mage's advice, couldn't hold back, stretched out a finger tentatively, and touched one of them lightly.

He wanted to see what would happen.

The tactile feeling like fire instantly went straight to the soul along the fingertips, Jiang Zhaonian immediately retracted his fingers, but the anger burned the reason, and the desire to destroy something was still churning in his heart, and it took a while to subside .

The life value is directly reduced by one tenth.

When retracting his fingers, Jiang Zhaonian accidentally touched another white phantom beside it, this time he felt the coldness and hatred that penetrated his heart.

Jiang Zhaonian took a few steps back to calm down, and then went to see the cage of white ghosts, feeling lingering in his heart.

Strong spiritual power... He looked at these ghosts, and suddenly his heart moved. Could it be that the "warmth" of the mage is extracted from these things?

Just as he was thinking, the two white shadows that looked harmless and cute suddenly smiled at him, and the shadows gradually solidified and deformed, turning into terrifying grimaces.

Jiang Zhaonian's entire scalp exploded in an instant, his mind went numb, he took two steps back, tripped over the debris by the wall, and fell by the door.

This fall directly stunned him, Jiang Zhaonian raised his head, and before he could react, he saw another big face of a ghost in front of him.He didn't even think about it, he grabbed the wooden sword and thrust towards Bai Ying.

Bai Ying wailed and was nailed to the sword, unable to move.

Jiang Zhaonian looked down, only to realize that it got in from under the crack of the door, and even now half of its body was left outside, wriggling with difficulty to get in.

Not only it, there are two or three ghosts squeezing in through the crack of the door, and they have just popped their heads.

"..."

Jiang Zhaonian raised his sword and pulled the ghost in from under the crack of the door.

Then he put the remaining ones on the sword and strung them together with it, and put them in a cage.

The tense heartbeat finally gradually calmed down, Jiang Zhaonian remembered the grimace just now, and a delicate sense of balance rose in his heart.

If you are scared by this kind of guy...it's only natural.

After such a toss for a while, the mage finally came back.

He pushed open the door, holding a square flat wooden box in his hand, and the bottom of the box was covered with a layer of pure white, extremely fine powdery substance.

The mage shook the wooden box, walked around the house, and said to Jiang Zhaonian: "I will subside the spiritual power in the room first, you go outside and catch the ghosts that are not clean in the yard."

"Oh well."

Jiang Zhaonian took a look before leaving.The powder in the box slowly floated into the air under the shaking, perhaps because it absorbed the spiritual power, the dust gradually gathered into beige sand grains one by one, and fell to the ground.

He dragged the cage out of the room, and the ground in the yard was covered with fine sand, but unlike the house, the sand here was colorful.

Jiang Zhaonian quickly cleaned up those white ghosts, and then returned to the house. The mage had already put away the wooden box, was holding a watering can, and was spraying water room by room.

Some pure white particles fell into the beige sand on the ground, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

Wearily, the mage put down the arm that had been held high for a long time, kneaded the muscles, and put the watering can in the corner: "First check if there are any ghosts hiding in the room. Be sure to check carefully, and don't miss it."

"What will happen if it is missed?" Jiang Zhaonian asked curiously.

The mage glanced at him: "If you don't want to hear knocking on the door in the middle of the night, you can't find your way.

"I saw inexplicable bloody handprints on the window.

"When I turned on the tap, what came out was red liquid.

"A man was tapped on the shoulder from behind while he was at home."

The mage paused for a moment, looked at Jiang Zhaonian's gradually frightened expression, and put on a gentle smile in satisfaction: "Then clean them up. These things have no power, and they will definitely do some annoying pranks."

Jiang Zhaonian, who was pale and slightly trembling: ...

Now there was no need for the mage to tell him anything, he didn't dare to neglect at all, carefully checked every corner of the room, and sure enough, he caught two more ghosts hiding in the environment.

After locking them in the cage, Jiang Zhaonian heaved a sigh of relief.

After they checked all the rooms, a long time passed, and the night was already deep.

The two of them casually cleaned up the sand in the room, reached the point where they could make do with the night, and fell asleep in a hurry.

The aftermath of this accident lasted for two days-compared to the ghosts with obvious targets and easy to catch, the fine sand used to settle the spiritual power is the most troublesome.

These particles are scattered everywhere, existing in almost every crevice that Jiang Zhaonian can imagine or can't imagine.

Whenever Jiang Zhaonian breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had finally cleaned them up, he would find a few grains of fine sand on the ground, on the corner of the table, or even in his shoes.

Although this little bit of sand can still live as usual, but whenever Jiang Zhaonian sits quietly on the sofa, he thinks how much of this kind of "dust" is hidden in places he can't see... he I couldn't sit still, I felt as if my whole body was covered with these sands, and I had to get up immediately to find them and clean them up, so that I could breathe a sigh of relief and sit down in a relaxed manner.

On this day, Jiang Zhaonian found another handful of fine sand at the corner of the stairs, intermittently along the gap, forming a line.

He turned around with a look of irritability, picked up a small brush and cardboard, followed the stairs step by step, and began to look for clues again.

The mage passing by was quite speechless: "Can't you let go of the one or two?"

Jiang Zhaonian broke down and said: "I want to too! But it's okay if I didn't see it. When I saw the sand and didn't deal with it, I felt uncomfortable all over my body. I felt uncomfortable no matter what I did. The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became!"

"..." The mage straightened his cuffs and walked out of the door, raised his head to encourage him the moment the door closed, "Then you can do whatever you want, come on."

Jiang Zhaonian lowered his head and continued his "detective" work, climbing up the stairs step by step.

Just as he was cleaning carefully, suddenly there were two knocks of "duk-duk" on the attic.

?

Jiang Zhaonian froze for a moment, then looked up.

"Giggle, giggle..." A series of weird laughter came from behind the closed door.

Sure enough there was something there.

Jiang Zhaonian was a little hairy at first, but soon, he remembered the warning from the mage the day before yesterday.

Jiang Zhaonian frowned tightly, is it a ghost that was left out?

The sense of fear subsided slightly, and he stepped up several steps in a row, wanting to go forward to find out what happened.

But at this moment, there was a loud "bang", and the small door that had been locked tightly flew out of the door frame entirely with fresh stubble.

Jiang Zhaonian hurriedly turned sideways.The door panel slammed on the stairs with a "boom", and slid along the steps to the end.

Jiang Zhaonian raised his head, without even reacting, and the secret in the attic that had tickled his curiosity for a long time was unfolded in front of his eyes defenselessly.

The author has something to say: See you tomorrow at twelve noon~