Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 149 148: To the Soul
The tip of the pen, where negative energy was gathered, seemed to be blocked by some unknown powerful force. No matter how hard the young man tried, he could not put the finishing touch on the painting.

However, highlighting the eyes is precisely the most important step in surveying and depicting a surface. If the eyes are not highlighted, then the painting will be lifeless and the other person's vital energy cannot be replicated.

"What's going on? Why can't it fall down?" The young man frowned, a look of horror on his face.

Then he raised his head and looked at Lin Beixuan, only to see that Lin Beixuan had rushed up to him at some point, swinging the hook chain in his hand and hitting him hard.

Lin Beixuan had never learned any techniques for driving the hook chain, but he simply swung it up with his own tremendous strength.

It is said that force can defeat skill. This is no exaggeration when applied to Lin Beixuan. The hook chain under the huge force was like a dragon that had broken free from its reins, smashing towards the young man and the group of ghost soldiers around him with a sound of breaking wind.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The bodies of all the ghost soldiers who touched the soul-catching chains exploded one after another and dissipated into dark mist.

When the attack was about to hit the young man, the opponent took out a folding fan to block it.

[You encounter a special target: the soul-Lu Jia. ]

[The spirit illustration book is opened, and the soul information is successfully unlocked. 】

[Ghost Spirit: One of the seventy-two strange spirits, who was a human in his previous life. He is often born in the underworld formed by war and disaster. He has most of his memories from his previous life and has the ability to travel back and forth between the living souls.]

[You come into contact with and fight against the soul of the past - Lu Jia, and successfully obtain the fate from her - Small Vessels are Easy to Fill. ]

[Small vessel is easily filled (green): Throughout history, people with narrow minds have failed to achieve anything. They may have been rich and powerful for a while, but small vessels are easily filled. Reputation +3, luck -1. ]

"This fate is a bit useless. It seems that it is not the case that those who are strong have a good fate. It is just the legacy of the family."

Lin Beixuan glanced at the prompts on the panel with an expressionless face. He grabbed the hook chain with one hand, took out the sharp knife from his waist with his right hand, and rushed forward quickly.

This Lu Jia is quite powerful, and his skills are all insidious. His close combat ability should not be strong, otherwise he wouldn't be followed by so many evil soldiers.

When Lin Beixuan saw the other party take out paper and pen to draw, he felt something was wrong, so he observed for a moment and immediately took action.

Relying on the Soul-Hunting Chain to restrain ghosts, he killed several ghost soldiers at one time and quickly guessed the opponent's weakness.

When targeting a warlock, you have to hit him close to the face.

When Lu Jia saw Lin Beixuan rushing towards her quickly, a fierce look flashed in her eyes, and she quickly retreated to block the evil soldiers in front of her.

He had already realized that something was wrong.

The main reason was that the person in front of him was too weird, and the method of surveying and describing that he had learned with great difficulty was useless against him.

When he was resisting the soul-catching chain just now, if he hadn't resisted with all his strength, he would have almost been knocked away by the chain!

You know, this soul-catching chain has already killed several of his subordinates in succession, but it still has such terrifying power.

Even the soul-catching chains of the few ghost messengers I've seen before weren't as powerful as this.

Besides, he had his own mansion during his lifetime, and was highly respected in the army for his ability to draw and depict faces, which was why the general sent him a group of guards.

The purpose was to allow him to take the opportunity to kill the enemy's high-ranking military officers on the battlefield.

Even though he is dead now, he has turned into a soul and most of his strength has been preserved, but he is still unable to withstand the opponent's strength.

"A reckless man!" Lu Jia cursed with gritted teeth.

Behind him, a phantom of a mansion gate formed by yin energy slowly emerged. The doorway opened up, papers were flying inside, and countless suspended brushes were drawing on the paper.

"Today I will devour your soul and let you experience the pain of being torn apart by thousands of ghosts."

The papers inside Lu Jia's mansion flew out through the open doorway. There was a face on each piece of paper. These were all the people he had hurt through sketching and drawing, and the papers carried the obsession of those people who were unwilling to die.

The paper with a human face on it flew towards Lin Beixuan, trying to imprint it on his face. Lin Beixuan took a look and was frowning, thinking about how to resist, when he saw the eyes of the baby spirit on his shoulder suddenly light up and took out his exaggerated pair of scissors.

"what!!"

The infant spirit flew towards the printed face paper, revealing its sharp fangs. It held the handle of scissors in each hand, and the sound of continuous paper-cutting could be heard.

"Crack, click, click..."

For a moment, pieces of paper flew everywhere, and countless unwilling obsessions attached to the drawing paper were cut into two pieces by the scissors of sorrow and joy.

And with each cutting of an obsession, the negative energy condensed on the Scissors of Sadness and Joy becomes more intense and more powerful.

Critical hit +0.5, critical hit +0.5...

Lu Jia watched as her hard-earned obsession with facial tissue was shredded by the baby spirit. She stretched out her trembling fingers and said angrily, "I want you to die!"

"He is dead."

Lin Beixuan suddenly appeared in front of Lu Jia and slashed with his knife.

Break evil +79.

The knife, with all his strength, chopped down Lu Jia, instantly splitting her body in two.

The only sound in the air was Lu Jia's scream, which then exploded into dark mist.

The other ghost soldiers raised their spears behind Lin Beixuan and were about to stab him, but suddenly two heads appeared on both sides of Lin Beixuan's neck, with fierce eyes and strange smiles.

The shadow under his feet turned into three black shadows who stood up, blocking behind Lin Beixuan and slashing at the ghost soldiers.

Although the Yin soldiers inside the Black Evil Valley were stronger than those outside the valley, they were still unable to resist Lin Beixuan's sudden mental shock and shadow attacks.

"Something's wrong. He's not dead."

Looking at Lu Jia who was split into two and disappeared, Lin Beixuan suddenly straightened up, and the three heads on his shoulders looked around at the same time.

It is impossible that Lu Jia died without leaving any trace of foul air, and there was no prompt on the panel, which means that the other party was still alive.

Sure enough, a human figure slowly condensed from a cloud of dark fog not far away, and gradually turned into Lu Jia's appearance.

But now his eyes were gloomy as he looked at Lin Beixuan with a chilling chill.

"You can't get out." Lu Jia said viciously, and then a ghost soldier beside him took out a black horn from his waist, put it to his mouth and started blowing.

"Woo..."

The desolate voice spread throughout the Black Evil Valley, and the gloomy energy that permeated the valley began to surge like turbulent clouds.

All the ghost soldiers in the valley raised their heads with ferocious looks, and rusty swords were visible under their worn armor.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard, and they gathered together to form a queue like machines. The air suddenly became extremely oppressive.

On a central altar in the valley where countless coffins were piled, a tall ghost figure sitting cross-legged opened his eyes. Beside him was a piece of strange meteorite that was dark in color but emitted a faint glow like the night sky.

The tall ghost stood up and looked in the direction of the horn. The hard black armor was engraved with strange runes. He picked up a huge sickle from the side. The cold wind blew, bringing with it a bloody smell.

On the other side, the withered bones sitting alone under the bluestone also opened their eyes at the same time.

Eleven slowly looked in the direction where the voice came from, with blue ghost lights flickering in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up from the ground with the rusty knife in his hand, and took out a well-preserved red silk from his worn armor, on which was written a big word "Lu".

(End of this chapter)