Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The village has not been very peaceful recently.

Racha was very troubled by this matter. He didn't know what the problem was. But it seemed that everyone in the village began to become restless. When he got up to check the pig pen last night, he actually heard his neighbor having sex with his wife.

Quarreling was unthinkable in the past.

His neighbor was always polite to others, and they were on the same page with his wife. But the words they said during their argument last night were so unpleasant that Racha covered his face and left quickly after hearing only one sentence.

Many years ago, he heard a practitioner who traveled here say that sometimes, when people become unlike themselves, it may be because of problems in the spiritual realm.

Racha was a farmer. He didn't know what the spiritual realm was, so he chose to report it to the village elders. The elders just smiled kindly and said that he must be too tired recently and asked him to go back and rest more.

The moment he turned around, Racha's consciousness fell into darkness.

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"You seem to like eating fish."

The female wolf held a fish with her paws and ate happily. Even her nose was covered with blood. It was obvious that the fish was very suitable to her taste. The female wolf raised her head and whined at the mage in the midst of her busy schedule.

Two sounds.

She followed the mage all the way across the mountains, even leaving her own tribe for this. However, the mage did not help her in the difficulties and obstacles along the way. To his surprise, this young female wolf could always find a way to help her.

A way to survive the danger yourself.

He Shenyan was leaning on a tree trunk on one side, with a fishing rod suspended in the air in front of him. The mage caught fish in this tricky way - don't get me wrong, he is not the kind of person who doesn't appreciate the fun of life. He cheats when fishing.

The meaning of the matter itself has been lost. But his hands have more important things to do at this time.

Such as communicating with the natural spirits of this land.

It was only after he came to this world that he discovered that there were so many natural spirits here. Almost every few kilometers he walked, a new one would pop out of his spiritual vision to greet him. Their images were different.

Some look like a stone, and some simply use the image of an old man.

He crossed the mountains today. When it comes to traveling, he has always disliked using magic to fly over or teleport away. The meaning of traveling is to measure the earth with your feet - at the very least, you have to drive a car, right? Use any

The door is too much.

When he saw the village at the foot of the mountain, the mage felt a little unhappy for the first time in a long time. There was no other reason. This ancient land, the beautiful land that the locals called Ionia, was full of life, and people and nature got along very well.

Harmony. He saw countless beautiful scenery along the way, each of which was refreshing and refreshing.

But this village is different.

Yes, it is next to the mountains and the river. It is a good place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, but from the mental perspective, He Shenyan felt a sticky nausea. Even the voice of the natural spirit here sounded like a disease.

As if sick.

"--pain--"

Among its long string of incomprehensible babbles, He Shenyan could understand only this one word. He frowned. If the spirit of nature was willing to show up, he could communicate with it using his familiar language or simply using his soul state.

.But it is obviously in a very bad condition at this time. Not to mention showing up, even speaking seems to have used up a lot of energy.

Seeing that he could no longer get any more information from the poor natural spirit, the mage simply removed the spell to communicate with it. He held the fishing rod with both hands, and by chance, the rod head suddenly dropped. Judging from the momentum,

Come out, this is a big fish.

"You have something to eat again." He Shenyan grinned at the she-wolf, then lifted it up, and a blue-gray fish with stripes on its body was brought ashore.

After a while, he arrived at the village.

The closer you get here, the more you feel the ubiquitous sticky feeling. It's like walking in a swamp wearing heavy boots. It doesn't take long for you to use a knife to remove the dried mud from the boots. What?

Shenyan is a little helpless. Generally speaking, as the magic power of mages increases, the deeper their understanding of magic is, and their spiritual power will reach a new level.

In many cases, this is a good thing. The only thing that is not good is that they will become too sensitive-every time they enter a new environment, the spiritual tentacles that instinctively send out will tell them something about this place.

'Potential essence'.

In other words, if a mage thinks something isn't right, you'd better listen to him.

The buildings in the village are quite simple and made of wood. The dome houses and the wooden fences look very beautiful, and the stone pavement also looks decent. It seems that the people in this village have a good living standard. Generally speaking, those

There is no way out of the backcountry.

If you don't care about the muddy road that can reach your ankles even if it rains.

It was noon, the time for working. There were few people at the entrance of the village. An old man holding a cane saw the Master and came over. He asked: "Young man, where are you going?"

He Shenyan glanced at him and said nothing. He raised his head and looked at the sky of the village, and then said to the old man: "How many people do you control?"

The kind smile on the old man's face froze, and he said to the mage with a completely innocent face: "What? What are you talking about-"

Before he could finish his words, He Shenyan lost his patience. He usually only asked questions once to those people who did not know whether to live or die, and their end would not be very good.

The old man's crutch fell to the ground, rolled around a few times, and rolled to the mage's feet. He picked up the shiny crutch with the top wrapped around it, and said to the old man who was half-kneeling on the ground in pain: "I don't want to say it.

It doesn't matter, I'll just read it directly from your mind."

Upon hearing these words, his pupils shrank to a pinpoint. Then they expanded rapidly, dyeing the entire eyeball black. Pure black, containing no human emotions.

Old man, no, this creature's old and wrinkled face began to boil and twist, and fell to the ground like mud. It even corroded the ground into a small pit, but He Shenyan seemed completely indifferent to this, he just wrinkled in disgust.

He raised his eyebrows, smacked his lips, and said: "You are as ugly as a hippopotamus and a snail who got drunk and then fucked a fly..."

What he said was true. After discarding the unfortunate old man's skin, what knelt in front of He Shenyan was a cyan monster so fat that even the skin had gaps.

There are two sharp horns on its bare forehead, and its sparse hair plays with the foul-smelling black mud. It has a very long nose, and its small, dim yellow eyes are full of malicious light.

The she-wolf was startled by this scene. She jumped behind He Shenyan, bared her teeth and growled at the monster, but received a moderate slap from the mage, telling her to be quiet.