Green in the Eyes (5)

That one shot in the comic is not meaningless.

At that time, the Puppet Demon King was probably still young and was trying out his abilities.

As a result, he accidentally possessed a person in the Western Continent, who happened to be Alex, but he had no idea what this person would become in the future, nor did he look at his own appearance.

He also did not know the difference between conscious and unconscious possession.

He just tried it casually.

The person who possessed him is not certain either. It should be said that the distance is too far to be confirmed.

The environment in the Western Continent is very different from where he lives.

He couldn't understand the language of the Western Continent.

The possessed person can only randomly possess others, wander around, and inquire about information. Whether the possessed person is conscious or unconscious, he or she does not know why, and as long as he or she does not do anything too outrageous, he or she will not attract attention.

Then he learned that this was another continent with many humans, resources and large tracts of land. He became greedy and prepared to instigate his fellow demons to invade the other continent.

Later, I got to know Alex on the battlefield.

Now, for some reason, he has returned with his memories.

As of the first part, no one knows the true identity of the Puppet Demon King. It's a pit.

[If it was the goddess who used her power to allow the protagonist to return to the past, then did the puppet demon king who once accidentally possessed the protagonist also get some benefit? ]

This was the only possibility that Inger could think of.

Although other possibilities are not ruled out, as far as he knows, only the Puppet Demon King has the ability to possess.

"His" purpose is still unclear, but it is certain that "he" must have come to the Western Continent to collect intelligence about humans.

[Since you can collect intelligence, I can do the same. ]

Inger sat at the table, sorting out his notes.

He glanced at Alex who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

There was no way he was going to tell Alex about this now.

Because it doesn't solve anything.

And considering this kid's personality, he would probably say something stupid like "I won't sleep anymore from now on."

【It can also remove the curse of possession. 】

Even though the protagonist will not be possessed while awake, it is impossible for the protagonist to stay awake forever, and even jet lag can be dangerous.

Once you lose consciousness and become possessed, and commit suicide, the show is over.

With the death of the protagonist, it is still unknown how the comic will proceed and whether the world will end.

And you never know if you will be possessed one day, that would be terrible.

A spell to remove possession is required.

There is no method to remove the possession in the comics.

He held the pen, then suddenly felt bored, scribbled a few words, picked up the paper and burned it.

[Following the protagonist will inevitably lead to trouble. 】

[The protagonist has the protagonist's halo, why should I protect him? 】

[When he ascends the throne, I will definitely run as far away as possible!]

Finé flapped his wings and cried softly.

Alex yawned and drew back the curtains.

"Haa, good morning, Ying, why are you looking at me like that?"

[Same routine as animals.]

Inger said unhappily, "Get up, you fool, and leave."

Alex always thought that swearing was the right way to show affection.

"Ying, you are becoming more and more rude to me now!"

[…Then why do you look so happy? ]

Inger felt extremely helpless towards the male protagonist.

The two of them headed to the next city, Red Earth Town.

Inger didn't find out any information about the phoenix in Dragon Scale Town.

So the next town continued.

This time he also paid attention to information about souls, but as he expected, it was all useless information.

At noon, Alex came back covered in mud, which scared Inger.

The fool even said happily: "Today happens to be the Red Mud Festival in this town!"

"...and then you went to play in the mud with them?"

Alex held out his hand covered in red mud and smiled, revealing his white teeth: "Look, this mud is warm!"

“…”

The protagonist's halo shattered to the ground with a snap.

Inger: ...

"And this earthen egg."

Alex took out a large egg from his backpack that was also covered in red clay. It was as big as a football.

"What is Tutu?"

"It's a kind of ground cage! This species is quite common in this town!"

[Ah, it's the thing in the Warcraft atlas that looks a bit like a pangolin and a bit like an anteater.]

Inger took two steps back, not daring to touch it: "...What are you going to do with it? Are you going to eat it?"

The red clay on the earthenware egg had dried and become hard. He broke it off in a few strokes and smashed the shell.

The eggshell is smooth and has a reddish-brown marble pattern.

“Wow, it looks great!”

Inger stared at it intently and thought it was beautiful.

The eggshell broke open and some sticky stuff first covered Alex's hands.

Alex was stunned.

"Well……"

Inger hastily retreated two or three steps.

The newborn baby, pink and wrinkled, squinted its eyes, kissed and held Alex's fingers in its mouth, sucking hard.

Alex picked up the little thing that looked like a suction cup, "...I'm going to return it."

Inger kicked him into the bathroom.

After he came out, Inger couldn't wait to try out the teleportation array he had researched before.

The two of them carried their luggage and were directly transported to a carriage path without even checking out of the room.

"...It seems like it succeeded?"

The two walked a few hundred miles and saw their next target town.

Inger was looking for a hotel with a map in hand, complaining, "The distance on this map is seriously wrong!"

Alex followed behind with his luggage, "Are you okay? Is your magic power exhausted? Why did you leave without a negotiation? Don't you want the deposit?"

After settling down, it was dark again.

"Why do I feel like the few days we've been out here have gone by so quickly... Why is there only 24 hours in a day?"

After dinner, the two learned Go for a while, and then Inger lay on the table to study the spell.

Alex did a thousand push-ups in the back before getting up and moving to Inger's side, with a page full of incomprehensible scribbles.

"Stinky, go take a shower."

When Alex came out, he drank his usual glass of milk with soothing vanilla.

Inger shook off the draft paper and looked at him.

"Accompany me tonight for an experiment. I'm going to cast a spell on you."

"Oh? What spell?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

At night, Alex went to bed and asked, "What about the experiment?"

Inger said expressionlessly: "When you are sleepwalking, do it with me."

Alex's face cracked slightly, and he said with difficulty, "Do I really sleepwalk?"

Inger said, "Yes. Watch me cure you."

Ellie woke up as usual.

"Sauer?" He saw that Inger was not reading as usual, but writing something on the table.

Inger looked at him and smiled, "Ellie, you can't sleep, right? Do an experiment with me."

Ellie smiled and said, "Okay."

Inger had already drawn a formation on the floor.

"Please stand in the center of the formation."

Ellie hesitated.

Inger smiled and said, "I won't hurt you."

Ellie looked at him, nodded, and walked in.

Seeing that the man stood up obediently, Inger smiled and chanted the spell in Chinese: "Remove the possession."

Ellie stood there, blinking.

"Okay, failed," Inger announced calmly.

"To exorcise possession."

Fail.

With a slight wave of his hand, he changed the spell and pattern composition of the magic circle.

“Remove Spirit possession”

Ellie looked down curiously.

"Well, it still failed."

Inger switched to Tibetan, but still failed.

Ellie watched him change his spells, his eyes growing brighter.

Inger looked at him steadily, his expression calm, but with a little sweat on his forehead.

He continued to try more than ten times, switching between similar words in different languages, but to no avail.

Ellie's eyes seemed to be looking at something new.

Inger pondered for a while, weighed his cane, and tapped the ground.

He was actually prepared to fail. He tried one last time.

He glanced at the magazine lying on the table, open to a page of poetry.

A sour poem published by a second-rate wandering poet to make a living, the words are ornate but the meaning is incomprehensible.

However, at this moment, he suddenly had an idea.

He raised his cane and looked at Ellie.

In the night, the blazing green eyes and the increasingly dark purple eyes stared at each other calmly.

Beneath that calm, waves of different meanings seemed to be quietly rising.

This time it was his familiar mother tongue, and a line of poetry came to his mind and surged up his throat.

"Please save the soul that does not belong to this body and return it to its homeland."

Swish——————!

Time, sound and color faded from this world in an instant.

Ellie only felt that his head - no, that was not a body, but more like the essence of a soul - was mercilessly smashed down by the hammer of God.

All his senses were paralyzed at that moment, and everything around him was scattered, twisted and mixed.

It also seemed as if it was being pulled away by some invisible force, dragged away millions of kilometers at an incredible speed.

Finally, I was completely unaware.

Alex's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

Inger bent her legs and hugged him.

His face did not show joy at the success of the spell, but instead gradually turned red and even purple.

He moved the unconscious Alex to the bed, ran to the bathroom, and vomited on the sink.

"Ugh..."

It's all fresh blood.

He could feel the twinge of dirt.

He looked into the mirror, which reflected his deeply furrowed brow.

Eighty percent of his magic power was drained away, and although he did not faint, he did suffer some internal injuries.

This is the backlash of using a high-level spell beyond your level.

He steeled himself and cast a spell to repair his internal dirt.

His confused mind made him fail to notice that the magic had failed.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sat down against the door, raised his head, and gradually revealed a relieved smile.

There is a gain.

The long, complex sentence really could be used as a spell, and the effect was more powerful than he had imagined.

This kind of spell in the form of chanting poetry should be used by high-level wizards. Forcible use will backfire or even lead to obsession.

And, most importantly, he created a way to combat possession.

***

Somewhere in Eastern China.

The black-haired boy took a breath and opened his eyes.

The deep blue in his eyes was like the border of the deep sea where the light was about to disappear.

He lowered his head, covered his chest and took a few breaths, and finally spurted out a cavity of black blood.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, wiping out an incredulous smile.

The shock that struck his soul still makes him feel dizzy and nauseous.

"Xuer...Xuer...Xuer..."

He pronounced the name with an unfamiliar pronunciation in a hoarse voice.

Every time he shouted, the curve of his lips would widen, turning into a creepy smile that was almost about to break.