Chapter 382: Broken-winged Bird
Hiss!
The sharp sound was like nails scratching glass, like thin needles piercing into Fang Xian's head.
He pressed his forehead, forcibly suppressing the irritation in his heart, and listened carefully to the noise.
Gradually.
In front of him, the illusory black fog was finally broken through by a certain existence.
It was a terrifying giant bird that made people feel fear and despair at the sight of it.
The pitch-black flames were woven into its tattered feathers. On its huge body, where the feathers could not cover, an irregular layer of filthy scales grew.
Its pair of bat-wing-like wings were spread out at this moment, with obvious deformities, as if they had been broken in the middle by someone.
As the giant creature spread its wings, Fang Xian felt the piercing sound in his ears suddenly become much clearer.
From among them, some faint whispers came one after another:
"A bird with a broken wing...pain..."
“Wake up… wake up…”
Fang Xian was a little confused. His sight focused and Luo Fu's figure appeared in front of him: "What's wrong with me?"
"You suddenly fell into a delirium just now. I almost thought you had lost your mind and could not be saved." Luo Fu let out a long breath, but his movements were very indecent at this time. He raised his right hand high, as if he was going to slap Fang Xian if he didn't wake up.
"Loss of sanity?"
Fang Xian murmured, recalling his previous state , and felt that something was indeed wrong.
"This is a common encounter for our investigators. Most of them can be recovered, but some are permanent. They will become complete lunatics and have to be locked up in the mental hospital in the back mountain..." Love sighed.
"What did I just... do?"
Fang Xian looked at his right hand, which was actually holding a pen.
“You are… creating!”
Luo Fu pointed to a line of words written in the blank space of his three-line poem:
'The bird with broken wings is my name, I will eat your pain to feed my heart.'
"A bird with broken wings feeds on pain?"
Fang Xian looked at Luo Fu.
"Don't look at me. This is what you wrote. In the investigator files I've read, there shouldn't be such a person..." Luo Fu shook his head: "How do you feel now? Do you want a sedative?"
" I'm fine. I feel... this is what we are looking for, that frequency, a method to transform mental power into a specific bullet and fire it with three lines of poetry... Of course, different firearms require different bullets, so this transformed spirit should only be suitable for this three-line spell!"
Fang Xian expressed his feelings: "The 'power' contained in these three lines of poetry is similar to that of 'Broken-winged Bird'... They should come from the same source of power!"
"Why... do you think they come from a source of power, rather than the three lines of poetry coming from a broken-winged bird?" Luo Fu asked a key question with a serious expression.
"It's my intuition..." Fang Xian thought for a moment and said, "I feel that this kind of bird is probably just a servant... It's not even close to being a great being..."
"Your inspiration... is a bit too high..." Luo Fu had a tangled expression on his face: "Can you sense and foresee some scenes? Accepting information that ordinary people cannot accept... is too dangerous."
"But... there's always a payoff, isn't there?"
Fang Xian smiled and said, "In the future...we can use these spells to fight."
"No, no, its danger has not been confirmed yet... It still requires a lot of research. In fact... Unless it is really dangerous, we recommend that investigators use technology instead of supernatural forces to fight..."
Love shook his head quickly.
"Okay...experiment, experiment!"
Fang Xian was eager to try: "Do you need me to use a spell?"
"Not for now. You are too excited and need to rest. You need to do another sanity assessment." Luo Fu said with a stern face, and directly drove Fang Xian out of the laboratory.
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"Alas... the investigator is too cautious when it comes to the extraordinary way..."
Lying in his room, Fang Xian sighed: "But the extraordinary power in this world tends to be dark, so being cautious and conservative is a good thing!"
He glanced at his attribute bar:
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[Name: Fang Xian (Luo Ka)]
[Profession: Alchemist (Level 6 - Nirvana)]
[Spell: Immortal Poem, Broken-winged Bird]
[Magic: ??? Taoism: ???, Martial Arts: ???, Weird: ???]
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"As expected... it has been recognized. It is indeed a supernatural power. A spell? The path of this world?"
"This world doesn't seem to have any concept of extraordinary professions? Investigators are not extraordinary professions , but ordinary people's perseverance... Should we pursue some evil organizations?"
"But most of them were chased and beaten by investigators, and their strength was even weaker..."
"I'm afraid... I have to accept that there are no specific supernatural professions in this world. Without professions, there is no clear system and clear methods of improvement... As expected, chaos and darkness are the themes of supernatural power?"
"That won't do. Should I create a profession or system myself? Fight with spells and recite poems... call it a 'bard'? Or a 'writer'?"
Fang Xian thought about it for a while, then took a deep breath and chanted softly: "The bird with broken wings is my name, I will eat your pain to feed my heart..."
The room was silent, nothing unusual happened.
"No reaction? No... I'm chanting in the wrong state... The bird with broken wings needs pain, my own pain!"
Fang Xian took direct action and pinched himself hard.
At the moment when his body was in intense pain, he felt that his mental strength had inexplicably changed.
It became sharper, darker...but also easier to control.
If you recite the immortal poem at this time , you should be able to emit your spirit and hurt the enemy.
"But... the pain is not enough. This level... is not even as severe as what O.J. Simpson experienced that day..."
Fang Xian recalled it again and found the problem: "It requires more... pain! And... the pain of the spirit is more painful than the pain of the body!"
There was a desire in his heart, and he seemed ready to pursue this power at all costs, even if it meant hurting himself or destroying his own spirit.
In the darkness, invisible eyes seemed to open and whispered:
'Only through pain can one come into contact with greatness!'
'Only darkness can touch the extraordinary!'
'Come... accept it... strengthen it...'
'You will gain immortality!'
"Get your sister..." Fang Xian complained, his eyes cleared up instantly, he looked around, everything was normal, he couldn't help but touch his chin: "No... If I continue to practice like this, I will really become a lunatic who likes to hurt myself... The supernatural power of this world... It's really a scam!"
