"What I just said is the possibility - forget it, Liu Shuai has understood it for a long time. It seems that it is still not vivid, so let's show it to you," Zhang Quan thought for a while and said to Qi Li, "Stand up."

"Oh." Qi Li didn't know why, so he stood up and faced Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan waved his hand, and Hao Ning suddenly felt that the air became dry. Looking at Zhang Quan again, there was a small drop of water in his hand, saying it was a drop of water, but in fact it was more and more like a "water dot" composed of white water mist. The mist that made up this small drop of water became more and more, and finally turned into a tax ball the size of a fist. The ball was big and small, and clouds were scattered around, but it kept floating above Zhang Quan's hand, which looked a little good in an instant. Before Hao Ning asked Liu Shuai, Zhang Quan had taken out a pen from his pocket, took apart and pointed a little on the water mist. The water mist gradually turned black. After the entire water mist turned black, Zhang Quan threw the "water ball" at Qi Li, and a "pop" water ball exploded in front of Qi Li.

"Damn!" Qi Li stared at the water ball and found it fun. He never expected that Zhang Quan would throw the water ball over. Seeing that the water ball flew in front of him, it exploded before he could dodge it. He quickly blocked it with his hands. After reaching out, he realized that it was water. It could not be blocked and should be avoided. So he quickly looked down to see if his clothes were dirty. Unexpectedly, the water mist seemed invisible and had no water drops on him. He looked at the people in front of him again, all of whom looked behind him, so he turned curiously and saw a black "shadow" on the wall behind him. It was better to say that it was more like the water mist that had been photographed on the wall just now, but the shape of the wall was like a person. Looking closely, it was exactly the way he called "Damn" just now. Although it was black, it was obviously his own.

"What is this?" Hao Ning looked at the black portrait on the wall. He vaguely guessed that the portrait was related to Qi Li, but he didn't know why Zhang Quan did this.

"Soul rubbing." Liu Shuai explained to Haoning, "a way to see the soul without leaving the soul. Just like in ancient times, I discovered that inscriptions of famous calligraphy inscriptions by calligraphers were left with paper on them, rather than taking the entire stone tablet away."

As he said that, Liu Shuai looked at Zhang Quan and whispered to Hao Ning, "This kind of spell is rare and it is more complicated to use. I really didn't expect that he would use this method to display it."

"Soul Spell?" Hao Ning understood a little, but he still asked Zhang Quan with doubts, "So, you are using this method to let us see Qi Li's soul, soul-" Hao Ning didn't know how to describe this soul for a while.

"Soul projection." Zhang Quan thought about it and said, "You are really interesting. No one has ever asked what this is, so you usually just look at it."

"That, handsome guy," Qi Li looked at the rubbing on the wall. He heard the discussion that several people had no idea what they were talking about, so he asked the closest leader.

"Don't talk, listen first, I'll explain to you later." Liu Shuai obviously didn't want to explain anything to this little treasure now. He blocked Qi Li's mouth and looked at Hao Ning, as if waiting for Hao Ning to ask.

"Okay, I probably know," Hao Ning sighed at Liu Shuai's appearance, "What's so good about this? You're not trying to make me see Qi Li's Soul Head Post."

"Look at Qi Li's right hand." Liu Shuai pointed to the wall.

"Huh?" Hearing Liu Shuai say this, Haoning couldn't help but look over carefully.

The figure on the wall was lifelike, and the five fingers on the left hand were very clear, but the right hand, from the forearm, was not the same as a hand, but a square rectangle. The reason why Hao Ning didn't notice just now was that this square square looked too much like a mobile phone, but after Liu Shuai had reminded him, he found out that after Qi Li stood up, he put the mobile phone in his pocket and didn't hold anything in his hand!

"What's wrong with your hand?" Hao Ning turned his head and asked Qi Li.

Qi Li was also looking at the rubbings on the wall carefully. He heard Hao Ning ask this and shook his head, "I don't have much hand, why did I also print my phone on this wall?"

"How can soul spelling prints something like a mobile phone?" Zhang Quan shook his head, "Your right hand is not a mobile phone, but a book."

"Book?" Qi Li opened his palm and looked at it, "I don't have any books in my hand?"

"He didn't say you were holding a book in your hand," Liu Shuai rubbed his head. He probably had never seen someone who was more confused than Zhang Quan. "He was saying that your right hand was a book!"

"Ah? Hehe, handsome guy, what are you talking about?" Qi Li felt like a joke when he heard Liu Shuai say this.

"Liu Shuai," Hao Ning seemed to understand a little, and asked tentatively, "Did you say that the right hand part of Qi Li's soul has become a book?"

"Yes," Liu Shuai nodded, and then looked at the rubbing on the wall carefully, "But to be precise, it was not turned into a book, but—"

Speaking of this, Liu Shuai dared not say anything.

"True Moji," Zhang Quan shook his head, "Young man, be braver." After saying that, he walked forward, pointed to the right hand part of Qi Li on the wall, and told everyone like he was talking about PPT: "The right arm of your colleague is of course the right arm on the soul, which looks like someone has cut it, and then grafted into a book, or the soul of a book."

"Damn it!" Hao Ning opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhang Quan who was talking in work clothes, and then looked at Liu Shuai and Zhou Yuan nodding, "There is such an operation? Can the soul be cut?"

"I thought it wasn't possible before," Liu Shuai sighed at the rubbing on the wall, and turned to ask Zhang Quan, "What you taught me before is that the soul has three souls and seven spirits, and the yin and yang. Why haven't you heard of the theory of soul cutting?"

"If there wasn't in the past, it means it doesn't exist?" Zhang Quan blinked, "There was no such thing as stealing the power of the Gods in the past, and creating a new god, right?" As he said that, he glanced at Zhou Yuan, Zhou Yuan's face turned red and he lowered his head embarrassedly.

"Uh," Liu Shuai choked by Zhang Quan and waved his hand, "Don't talk about him, just say how much you know."

"You kid..." Zhang Quan looked at Liu Shuai and shook his head, and smiled again, "Okay, before meeting your colleague, there is indeed no clear record in all the classics that the soul can be cut by external forces, but-"

"Sorry," Hao Ning interrupted Zhang Quan embarrassedly, "You said that there is no record of the soul being cut by external force. The implication is that the soul can be cut by non-external force?"

"The son is teachable, and he has more insight than him." Zhang Quan pointed at Liu Shuai and smiled. Liu Shuai deliberately looked at the wall and ignored Zhang Quan. "In the past, the soul will only be cut by his subjective consciousness in some cases. For example, a person's physical hand is broken. After a long time of getting used to it, the soul will subconsciously think that the hand is broken, so after this person dies, the hand on the soul no longer exists. But this is not absolute. More common, it appears in ancient eunuchs."

"Eunuch?" several people asked curiously, and Liu Shuai also turned his head to look at Zhang Quan. It was obvious that Zhang Quan did not teach him these things back then.

"Yes," Zhang Quan looked at the eyes of everyone, feeling a little proud, "You have always heard that many eunuchs must bury themselves and their 'baby' after death, right? In fact, the fundamental reason is that eunuchs have subconsciously believed that they were completely separated from their own treasures in their decades of life, so after death, their souls are also incomplete - otherwise do you think the underworld is a waste of money? Just keep in mind the second-hand intermediary work of the reincarnation of the soul?"

"So pitiful," Qi Li sighed, "I can't even save myself by death."

"You should be pitiful to yourself," Zhang Quan looked at Qi Li and sneered. Before Qi Li asked a question, he continued, "Besides a person's subjective consciousness cuts his soul, he has never seen a case where the soul can be cut before. On this side, this is probably not a common phenomenon. On the other hand, no one has conducted research on this aspect."

"No one studies it..." Hearing Zhang Quan say this, Hao Ning seemed to have caught something, and he had no clue for a moment.
Chapter completed!