Chapter 211 The first contact with the thought device
The shadowy aura quietly seeped out from the gap at the base of the window. Moro looked at it intently, and could clearly feel the aura coming from the afterlife, but it was a little strange.
The shadow-like thoughts of death seemed to be suppressed by some kind of force, and the breath was strong and weak, extremely unstable.
"It seems to be 'bound' by an ability similar to a seal—"
Moro guessed in his mind, and his eyes swept across the appearance of the entire shrine again.
Even if the shrine suddenly collapsed into a pile of ruins at the next moment, Moreau would not be surprised at all.
"Menqi, is that dagger you mentioned in here?"
Men Qi stared at the uncomfortable aura of death thoughts and nodded.
Morrow glanced sideways at her and said, "My 'requirement' is that the weapon should have a strong enough thought energy, rather than a thought after death. "
If it is the thought after death——
Not to mention that it can improve his offensive and defensive strength in the state of starlight convergence. I am afraid that when he mobilizes his limited manifest energy, he will be taken advantage of and directly attack with a counterattack.
Instead of relying on this potentially risky power, it is better to directly turn it into the energy of the annual rings.
Hearing Moreau's words, Menqi felt slightly comfortable.
In her opinion, as long as the person with the ability to read does not enter the state of "absolute", there is no essential difference between the thought after death and the ordinary thought.
Both can give the weapon greater strength than conventional.
It is not surprising that she would have this idea.
After all, she didn’t know Morrow’s real need for “mental weapon”.
cedous in Morrow's eyes, suggested: «I'm not sure if it meets your requirements, but you can confirm it with your own eyes before making a decision.」
No matter whether the short sword in the shrine meets his requirements or not, he will not let go of this desire to die.
At this moment, several figures walked out of nearby ancient buildings and walked straight towards Morrow and the others.
Morrow and his party heard the news and left.
The leader is an old man, wearing gray and white robes, with a wooden knife hanging from his waist.
The old man has long white hair and a wrinkled face, but he exudes a calm aura.
Behind him were three young men of about twenty years old.
They also wore gray and white robes, but there were a few conspicuous patches on their robes, making them look simple and old.
Morrow's eyes passed over the three young men, and he could see the thoughts lingering on them.
Not strong, but not weak either, barely reaching the passing mark.
But the eyes of the leading old man, Moreau, were fixed on the thought energy in the old man.
Very calm.
Just in terms of aura strength, it is not enough to attract attention. He is probably one of those with average talent but has practiced telekinesis for many years.
Even so, Morrow would not define a person's strength solely by the intensity of his thoughts.
In the world of those with telekinesis abilities, the difference in displayed energy can only determine the advantages and disadvantages, but cannot truly determine the outcome.
The real key is often mentality, combat experience, and even knowledge.
These are more important than the intensity of the Qi volume.
“It’s you again.”
The old man put his right hand on the handle of the knife and stared at Menqi sharply.
The faces of the three young men behind him instantly turned ugly when they saw Menqi.
Morrow had a clear view of their reactions and looked at Menqi with some confusion.
On the way here, she had clearly said that she had helped these people solve their plight of almost starving to death, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Sensing Moreau's gaze, Menqi scratched his hair and leaned in to explain in a low voice:
"When I first came here, they were so hungry that they almost fainted. I was thinking of getting them some food. I happened to see an old hen, so I slaughtered it and mixed it with some bamboo shoots to make a pot of chicken soup. When I gave them the soup, they looked satisfied. Who knew that after finishing the soup..."
"That's a hen that can lay two eggs every day!"
The old man interrupted Menqi angrily.
Following the old man's words, the three young men glared at Menqi.
Hearing this, Men Qi said angrily:
"If it weren't for that pot of chicken soup, it would be hard to say whether you could stand here and talk now! In order to help you recover quickly, I also added several precious medicinal herbs. If you don't thank me, forget it, you are still fussing over it here!"
"You!"
The old man blew his beard and glared.
"What are you, you, did I say something wrong?"
Menqi put his hands on his hips.
In fact, she still can't figure out how these people could be reduced to the point of being so hungry that they were dizzy.
What's the use of guarding an old hen?
As long as you have some common sense and go find some food nearby, it won't be so miserable.
I really don’t know how they survived until now.
The old man understood that Menqi had good intentions in killing the chicken to make soup, but he could not let go of the old hen's death, so he was not very happy to see Menqi.
"What are you doing back here?"
But he did not continue to dwell on the matter, and looked at Moro and the others beside Menqi.
Humbling, Menqi pointed to the shrine without saying a word: "Old man, you said that as long as anyone can pass the test, anyone can take away the knife inside. Now my friend wants it."
"I have said this."
The old man frowned and said in a deep voice: "But for your own good, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. I have seen too many people who overestimate their own capabilities and died because of this."
"Then you can tell me, how did those people die?"
The old man glanced at Menqi.
The previous use of "gender" to persuade Menqi to give up his thoughts was not a rule he made up.
But compared to the conditions of the trial, the real danger is the process of the trial itself.
His heart was somewhat grateful for Menqi's previous assistance, so he did not want to see Menqi's friends die blindly for this.
"I won't say it, you can feel it yourself——
The old man thought for a moment, raised his hand and pointed at the shadow-like thoughts of death that seeped out from the gap in the shrine window, and said:
"That is the resentment left behind by the deceased after death, but don't think it is only to this extent. That is because there is a scabbard made by the Onmyoji himself, which suppresses most of the "grievance" attached to the sword. If you want to take that sword away, you must remove the scabbard.
At this point, the old man's expression became very serious.
"And once the scabbard is no longer suppressed, the resentment of the dead attached to the sword can break free and use an irresistible force to control anyone who dares to get involved, causing them to commit suicide on the spot."
"Huh?"
She had taken a look at the dagger before, but she didn't expect that the dagger in the scabbard was so dangerous.
After all, it involves thoughts of death, and I guess the old man is not exaggerating.
Thinking of this, she immediately turned her head and looked at Moreau.
"Morrow, how about——"
"Old man, can you let me try it?"
Moreau simply requested a trial.
Menqi was taken aback and said quickly: "Morrow, that old man doesn't seem to be alarmist -"
"It's okay, believe me."
Moro smiled at Menqi.
Beside him, a flash of hesitation flashed in Kurapika's eyes, but he eventually remained silent.
Because he noticed Kurt's calm and calm reaction.
Since even Cote, who cares so much about Moreau, does not think that this kind of thing can threaten Moreau, it means that Moreau should have the ability and confidence to deal with this kind of thing.
The old man saw that Moreau was so confident, so he said nothing more.
It was because of Menqi that he specifically elaborated on the risks involved.
However, the young man in front of him, who knew nothing about the world, did not listen to his words.
The old man made a please gesture towards Moreau.
Morrow saw this, nodded towards the old man, and immediately walked straight to the door of the shrine.
As he approached, the closed wooden door opened on its own, and a beam of light slanted into the dark shrine, illuminating the short sword named "Ichijoma" on the shrine.
The short sword lay quietly on two bronze three-fingered hand rests. The surface of the scabbard with interlaced silver patterns was wrapped with white smoke-like mental energy.
But from the Möbius ring-shaped black sword bell, tentacle-like black thoughts are constantly seeping out.
The two thoughts are intertwined and balanced like yin and yang, but it is obvious that the black thought that represents death is superior, weaving a network of shadows in a small space.
Morrow looked at the short sword with the scabbard.
After listening to what the old man said just now, he knew that this trip was not in vain.
Just a short sword is the carrier of thoughts after death.
This also means that he will tend to absorb the thought of death on the short sword, rather than letting it become a handy weapon that can replace the ruby bird sword.
So before starting this so-called trial, he was more looking forward to how much growth energy this short sword could bring him.
Even the scabbard used to bind the dagger's death thoughts can also bring part of the annual ring energy.
With such expectation, Moreau reached out and picked up the short knife without hesitation.
The first place to start is the scabbard, with a slight hand, there is a kind of chill that is getting into the skin.
"Can be absorbed."
The moment he held the dagger, Moreau confirmed that the annual rings could absorb the thought energy on the scabbard.
This also shows that the owner of this thought is no longer in the world.
"Onmyoji - On the contrary, he looks like a mind-killing master who is good at sealing thoughts after death."
Moro thought in his heart, and then under the close gaze of everyone, he held the handle of the knife with his other hand.
Chang Yi, he pulled out the short sword named "Jigong".
As the blade was unsheathed, a stream of black thought energy came out like thick smoke, and like a blazing black flame, it instantly attached itself to Moreau's body.
Menqi and Kurapika, who were nearby, saw this scene and both showed nervous expressions.
It is just as the old man said...
Most of the thoughts of death attached to the dagger are bound by the scabbard.
Now that the restraining power from the scabbard is gone, this thought of death is exposed unbridled, exuding an astonishing aura.
The old man from the gym had silently held the wooden sword in his hand.
Him has seen similar scenes too many times.
So he knew what would happen next. It was nothing more than that Moreau could not bear the erosion of thoughts of death, so he held the prison and slit his own throat.
But usually at this time, people controlled by resentment will use the prison to attack nearby living people indiscriminately before taking their last breath.
What the old man has to do is to limit this indiscriminate attack that lasts for less than ten seconds.
When the person participating in the trial fell to the ground and died, he would use the scabbard to bind the resentment of the dead in the prison again.
However, the expected scene did not appear.
The old man opened his eyes wide in shock and saw that Moreau's expression was as usual. How could he look like he was eroded by thoughts of death?
What was even more unbelievable to him was that the prison trembled violently in Moreau's hand, twisted and deformed in the blink of an eye,
turned into a mass of thick black gas.
This is the first time he has seen the nature of "Prison". It has such pure malice. As a man who is good at using knives,
Just one more glance gave him the illusion that his eyes were cut open by a sharp blade.
But the black thought, which was so powerful in nature and deeply frightening, took on an extremely helpless posture at this time. It was pulled by a suction force like a swallowing whale, and was instantly involved in Moreau's right hand, disappearing without a trace.
"This is impossible—"
The old man realized something and his pupils suddenly shrank.
The three young men behind him were even more stunned. They had seen too many trials before them, so this completely different scene gave them an indescribable visual impact.
Morrow had no time to pay attention to their reactions.
At this moment, his attention was entirely focused on his right hand.
This short sword called Hell is not a telepathy object attached to the thoughts after death at all, but a weapon created by the person with the ability to manifest thoughts during his lifetime.
But for some unknown reason, this thought became stronger after death and was left in the form of a physical object.
This is no longer a mental object that simply relies on mental energy, but a level of mental tool.
Morrow suddenly realized this when he started to absorb it.
This is the first time he has come into contact with the mental tools left behind by ability users.
It's a pity that the absorption efficiency of the annual rings is too terrible·
He wanted to give up the absorption midway, but it was already too late.
As the prison sword turned into a thought of death and was drawn into the annual ring, the energy ring of the second annual ring was instantly filled.
But the charging phenomenon did not stop there. In the energy ring of the third annual ring, blue stripes appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, increasing all the way to 12%.
At the same time.
A sharp sting suddenly struck, as if dozens of sharp knives were slashing at Moreau's nerves at the same time, and the sharp pain kept advancing in his mind.
Morrow, who had been mentally prepared for this, just closed his eyes and endured it without saying a word.
After the pain that seemed to cut his head apart disappeared, Moreau originally thought that he would receive some memory fragments about how to use a knife,
or about the ability to manifest, but he did not.
Together with the thought of death, it is an extremely pure intention to kill.
This made him inexplicably think of the bewitching whisper contained in Orion's death wish.
Without any hesitation, Moreau took the same action as before, suppressing this dangerous murderous intention deep down.
He knew very well that once he accepted this intention to kill, he might be able to develop a superb swordsmanship that could kill people as easily as hemp.
But it will gradually shake and affect his reason and even his heart.
How could Moreau be tempted by this? He sealed this thought into a deep dust box, and then slowly opened his eyes.
"Are you—are you an Onmyoji?"
The old man looked at Moreau, who looked normal, with a look of surprise on his wrinkled face.
「不，就算是阴阳师，也做不到这种事—！『
不等莫罗回答，老人自顾自的喃语，显然极为震惊。