Apparition

Everyone in the world is transformed from an animal, and the nature of the species in the past life interprets the wonderful splendor of this life. There are always some strange prodigies appearing around us inexplicably, and Siqi is one of them. His wisdom, perseverance, excellence, and self-interest... All stem from his extraordinary past life. Perhaps his extraordinary talent is destined to endure more disasters. How should the young man face the deep hatred of his parents, and how should he face a life that could have been a happy one... <Clip 1> "Zui Zui." His fingers slid across my face. "Tail." Touched my arm again. I suddenly had a strange feeling. Could it be that what he saw was my previous life? ! I can see everyone's phantoms clearly, but I can't see my parents', let alone mine. I also thought that maybe the relationship between blood and water would blind my eyes, so this kind of power would be ineffective on my relatives, which is consistent with common sense. It's just... I looked at the clear and flawless eyes in my arms, how could he see it? <Clip 2> He pulled out a strand of hair and gently approached the porcelain, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound of electric waves around it. As expected, his evil smile revealed a hint of sarcasm with a flick of his lips. He took out a magnifying glass and a pair of miniature iron pliers from the compact tool bag. The tiny electrical wire that seemed to be invisible through the lens was suddenly magnified several times, and he carefully cut it off with iron pliers in his hand. OK, the obstacle is lifted. Just as he was about to reach out, he suddenly caught a hint of danger in the air. He frowned and stopped again. He magically pulled out a Dutch chipmunk from his bag. Because it had been imprisoned for a long time, its small eyes narrowed slightly due to the glare. "I'm sorry." Siqi muttered and carefully placed it on the ceramic. Before the mouse could celebrate its sudden relief, it was instantly eroded by the transparent venom attached to the porcelain. A stream of hot air suddenly rose from the bottom up, surrounding it. In the blink of an eye, a vivid little life turned into a pool of blood and flowed down the bottle. The poor little guy didn't even have time to let out a muffled scream.