Li Ang patiently continued to read this post. According to the poster's self-report, many strange situations occurred during the spirit spirit ceremony.

“While I was traveling to Cape Town, South Africa, I accidentally walked into a remote and uninhabited antique shop.

"The lights in the antique shop are very dim, the air is filled with sweet spices, dazzling copper utensils are placed on the shelves on both sides, colorful wooden masks are painted, and retro-shaped bone human-shaped dolls are placed in the corner."

"When I wanted to touch the doll, I heard a sound from the corner, 'This is a magic weapon used by Voodoo to curse others, you'd better not touch it'."

"The person who talked was sitting behind the counter, probably the owner. She was an elderly black female, very fat, so fat that she had to sit on two people's wide seats, holding a wooden board in her hand."

"'Look at it casually, no matter what you want to buy.' She raised her head from behind the board, and at this time I realized she was blind."

"I wanted to leave, but I was ashamed to admit that I was timid, so I wandered around the door of the store and accidentally caught a book on the shelves. According to the owner of the antique shop, it was a manuscript passed down from the Saxony period (919-1024 AD). It had no cover, the paper was very yellow, and the edges were burped, and it looked a bit old.

But based on my medieval literature, I can judge that some of the grammars come from early modern German rather than the ancient Highland German period in the compound era. This should be a modern imitation.

And normal people with higher IQ than Forrest Gump know that if it is a medieval book, it will not be placed on the shelves with the 'low-price' brand."

"However, at the first glance of my book, I vaguely felt... Well, the power, to be more precise, the creepy horror, it was like peeking at me, cutting my skin, and seeing through the flesh and blood, the heart of my desire to communicate with the dead..."

"I bought it by a devil, whether it was lucky or foolish, after a few days of study, I was quite interested in the description, so I wanted to go back to the antique shop and ask for some details. However, the one who received me was a thin black young man. According to him, his grandmother (that is, the shop owner) passed away the day after I left the book and left peacefully without pain in my sleep."

"After the trip, I returned to the United States and found a few reliable friends. For the sake of easy narration, I will call the three friends I have with me here A, B, C,"

"A has recently lost his close relatives and is like me who meets his relatives through a spirit-calling ceremony, while B and C participate in this out of friendship and curiosity."

"According to the annotation in this ancient German book that does not even have a cover, we first went to the farm to buy a female black goat and took her into the truck. B is the driver. He kept saying that this behavior was not good on the way. If the police found out, they would probably be imprisoned for holding an illegal religious ceremony, while C mocked him for wanting to escape in the last minute."

"It was a gloomy evening with heavy cumulus clouds. We drove all the way to the abandoned factory in the suburbs of the city - it was so remote that even homeless vagabonds didn't come here. Fortunately, there was a signal on the phone."

"The book says that magic arrays are drawn for ceremonies. How do you describe them? They are different from those magic arrays I found on the Internet, and the things depicted on them are even more bizarre and difficult to describe in correct language. If you have to describe them, they should be the non-Euclidean bodies on countless curved surfaces overlapping together to form an extremely complex array diagram."

"Fortunately, B has the talent for painting. He thought the magic circle would be bad several times, but he actually completed it in one go. He used white chalk to turn the magic circle with a diameter of three meters on the ground of an abandoned factory."

"The goat I was holding was extremely docile. When I held it and ate some grass on the lawn outside, I pulled it into the abandoned factory, it licked my palms, as if thanking me for bringing it out of the farm."

"I asked it to stand in the magic circle, and A carefully held the hemp rope to prevent it from stepping on the magic circle."

"The next highlight is to slaughter goats. Although I went to the slaughterhouse in the countryside to overcome my fear and killed one with an air gun myself, the touch of the weather is completely incomparable to the bronze dagger."

In many areas, slaughtering livestock is no longer hammered or cut, but is pressed on the head of the livestock with a high-pressure air gun connected to the air cylinder. The trigger is gentlemanly pressed, and the compressed gas is sprayed out, destroying the skull below in an instant. The livestock loses consciousness before they have time to feel pain. It is efficient and quick, and will not cause blood and mess around.

"I held the dagger and the blade pressed against the goat's neck. It seemed to feel something and stomped uneasily."

"A saw me hesitating, took the dagger from my hand and asked me to stand outside the magic circle. He gently cut the goat's throat, and blood splattered onto the psychic board..."

Next was a large section of blank space, with only a few blurry pictures, roughly the extinguished candles around and the chalk marking array blown away by the wind.

"......As we recited the mantra, the wind blew in the empty factory hall and the candles went out. I struggled to leave, but A tightly held my hand."

"The spirit spirit ceremony cannot be interrupted, absolutely not."

"The wind blew the remaining fur of the goat, and the heavy rain hit the dust-stacked glass windows of the factory. The sound of kicking and stomping footsteps from far to near, some, things, stood around us,

It was pitch black on all sides, and the cold breath came from my shoulders. I shook in fear. The sound of singing the spell softened. However, A, who was standing beside me, almost shouted. The spell was deafening, and his face was full of determination, which made me almost unable to recognize him."

"Suddenly, the wind that was unintentional in the factory stopped. I vaguely heard the voices of my deceased relatives. A obviously also heard it. He called the name of his younger brother who died of leukemia."

"But soon, the psychic board began to tremble and immediately broke. I got what I wanted, but A hadn't yet. He looked at the broken psychic board thoughtfully and told me in a low voice that he wanted to borrow the German classic."

"Although I tried my best to object, he succeeded. He stole the book. When I realized that I came and rushed to his house, A had already held a spirit spirit ceremony alone in the garage and fainted. The hospital doctor was useless. A had not woken up yet. We had found a occultist from Britain and hoped that he could help."

The post was interrupted here, and Li Ang noticed that the last post date just stopped last night.

"A occultist from Britain?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows and murmured to himself: "Interesting."
Chapter completed!