Black Cat Mansion: Book of Paranormal Events

Chapter 524
After observing Yuan Qi for a while, I am afraid that he will not be able to ask anything at this moment. There are many obsessions of dead souls left in his body, and every obsession wants to occupy his body, so his consciousness at the moment Completely in chaos, if it continues, it is very likely that his own consciousness will be eaten away.

Yan Xiaoai suddenly opened her eyes, she looked at Yuan Qi, Yuan Qi seemed to have received some kind of summoning, and looked up at Yan Xiaoai again, his eyes met Yan Xiaoai's, Yan Xiaoai's consciousness It quickly entered Yuan Qi's mind.

At this moment, Yuan Qi's spiritual world is like a kaleidoscope. Various memories are mixed together, constantly stimulating Yuan Qi. In this way, the inspiration is naturally used like a mountain torrent, but the stimulation is too great. It is not something an ordinary person can bear.

Yan Xiaoai said the magic formula in his mouth, and a wave of fresh air circulated in Yuan Qi's consciousness, and all those obsessions that did not belong to him left his body under Yan Xiaoai's guidance.

Wang Shiyu and the man watched Yan Xiaoai staring at Yuan Qi, and then saw dots of light floating out of Yuan Qi's body. Those light spots gave people a very vicious feeling, and the two instinctively Step back so that those spots of light do not get on your body.

When all the spots of light dissipated, Yuan Qi fell onto the chair all of a sudden. He stared blankly at the computer for a while, and then became even more crazy. He stood up and stretched out his hand to grab Yan Xiaoai, and shouted in his mouth. : "What have you done to me, my inspiration is gone, my inspiration is gone."

Naturally, Yan Xiaoai wouldn't let Yuan Qi catch her. She backed away a few steps and kicked Yuan Qi's knee. Yuan Qi fell to the ground all of a sudden. Yan Xiaoai reached out to take out the remaining half bottle of so-called fairy medicine.

Like a drug-addicted person, he moved crazily, but the more anxious he was, the more clumsy the movements in his hands, and it seemed that he couldn't open a small bottle.

"Inspiration, inspiration, my inspiration."

Yuan Qi held the bottle in his hand, and finally opened it. He immediately raised his head and poured half a bottle of green liquid into his mouth. The feeling that his mind was filled with various inspirations again made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Yuan Qi sat in front of the computer again and tapped the computer keyboard frantically. Yan Xiaoai was not in a hurry to do anything. She walked around behind Yuan Qi and looked at his computer screen. The content on the screen was intermittent and disorderly, as if Many individuals write the same thing, and the content is relatively dark. After all, the obsession left by the remnant soul is not a good memory, and what can be written is the hidden secret deep in the heart.

"Does anyone see your stuff? Do you see it yourself?"

Yan Xiaoai suddenly asked a question, Yuan Qi's hands paused and continued to type on the keyboard, he did not answer Yan Xiaoai's question, maybe he had no time to think about anything, there was something in his mind There's so much to vent, he's almost completely lost his reaction to the outside world.

Yan Xiaoai looked at him and shook his head helplessly, and once again guided those obsessions to leave Yuan Qi's body, this time Yuan Qi seemed a little more painful, when those light spots floated out of his body , Yuan Qi's whole body convulsed. He curled up on the chair, hugged his head, cried and laughed, and finally lay there sluggishly, still muttering something in a low voice. Barely heard some, almost all of the words in his mouth were "inspiration", "personal design", "outline" and the like.

"Send him to the hospital. Most likely he won't be able to ask anything. This guy has swallowed so many obsessions at once, and his own consciousness has been eaten away by those obsessions of remnant souls. Whether he can recover can only be seen." He got lucky."

Yan Xiaoai picked up the bottle, there were still some obsessions left in the bottle, those obsessions had an indescribable fragrance, as if implying others to swallow them all soon.

Yan Xiaoai put the bottle away, glanced at the content on the computer page, and deleted all the content with the mouse. These words should not appear, dark and violent, and belong to hell.

(End of this chapter)