The rules of ghost stories can be changed, as Mi August discovered long ago.
Just like the source of ghost stories, when this source changes it, it will also change.
But Zuo Si once said that mortal minds are weak, and thousands of mortals are not as good as one spiritual master. This is not an unfounded statement. Even if 90% of the people in Beiyuan City have been transformed into spirit children by her, there is no reason to change the rules of a ghost story in less than a month.
If the rules of ghost stories could be changed so easily, there would be no reason why they would be called “the rules of ghost stories are difficult to tame”.
Mi August’s mind went through many thoughts in the blink of an eye, ranging from the geographical environment, the fact that mortals were not corroded by spiritual poisons, the unity of believers’ souls, etc., and finally settled on a certain little face that was stubborn and well-behaved, pretending to be mature and easily shy. superior.
“Does the baby call it that too?” Mi August asked.
The housekeeper said: “Yes, the little master has also received the wedding candies from it.”
Mi August chuckled, becoming a little more interested, “Have you eaten?”
“No.” The housekeeper said, “I gave it to my classmates as soon as I received it.”
Mi August said: “Bao Bao is a good child who knows how to share.”
The housekeeper said in his heart that the young master would not eat food from outsiders at all, but on the surface he agreed with Mi August’s words. Yes, the little master is a good boy!
Mi August is already 80% certain that Xiaopang’s short-term change came from Mi Feixue. It’s like when Mi Feixue wrote a story to Feng Mingzi, Feng Mingzi had a strange change the next day, just as the story said. Baozi has a deeper connection.
Including when she borrowed the book of good and evil to popularize Feng Mingzi, the name she got was also Feng Mingzi.
This shows that the rules have recognized that these children who have become monsters have become new monster creatures.
——Mi Feixue has many abilities that are difficult to understand and terrifying to contemplate.
Of course, Mi August never feared each other because of these strange powers.
Throwing Xiaopang out of the book of good and evil again, the latter rolled over on the ground and then lay down on the ground obediently, not daring to do anything presumptuous, and peeked at Mi August with his sneaky eyes.
Mi August smiled and asked, “How are you doing here?”
When Xiaopang heard that he was asking himself, he raised his head and smiled like a lucky baby and said: “Okay, very good, thank you fairy for not killing me!”
Mi August, who had seen the ferocious appearance of the little chubby boy, naturally would not be confused by its appearance, and asked thoughtfully: “Can it still change back to an adult body?”
Xiaopang paused for a moment and asked tentatively: “Fairy, do you think my appearance is not good?”
From the bottom of my heart, it is not willing to change.
In the past, I hated myself for being so weak and smaller, but now I feel so comfortable.
Weird stories are the product of rules that gather thoughts. No matter how human they look, they are not human after all. Their nature is related to its rules. There have been some changes in the rules of Little Fatty now. In Beihara City’s perception, he is a fat boy with a smile. After Little Fatty himself enjoys the benefits brought by this appearance, he naturally prefers this appearance to others.