Forces of Temptation

As for Nanzhou's words of "come to learn", Songpa believes that every sentence is fart and refuses to believe a single word.

Bullshit.

the difference?

He must be far better than himself.

Now that he enters the room, he deliberately pretends to be humbly asking for advice. Apart from humiliating himself and admiring the ugly state of his dying struggle, Songpa can't think of any other reasonable explanation.

He knew that today would be his death.

So, he gave up his resistance, burned incense and bathed, changed into a white robe painted with spells, and bowed his head to wait for a decent slaughter.

Nanzhou saw that Songpa refused to talk to him, so he simply looked around the room generously.

A row of yellow clay jars was placed against the wall, exactly the same as the four jars confiscated in their hands.

Nanzhou looked at the past one by one, it was a pity.

…they can’t take these things with them.

With full of regret, he leaned over and stretched out his fingers, flicking lightly across the jar.

Suddenly, the sleeping ghosts in the altar were awakened by Qi Qi.

They became manic in an instant, and the ghosts in the altar led one by one, making a piercing cry of ghosts in unison.

Rao is Songpa, the refiner of the ghosts, and usually does not dare to treat these ghosts so lightly.

But Nan Zhou did not respond at all.

He turned to Sompa and said, "You raised them very well."

Nan Zhou said this to praise Songpa.

But no matter what Nanzhou says now, it all changes in Songpa's ears.

He was worried that Nan Zhou's actions would break the already fragile seal. Once the ghosts flowed out of control and resentment erupted, all the people in this room would die together. If Nan Zhou's talents were used, he could How about taking the ghost to yourself?

Looking at his attitude of not caring and disregarding resentful ghosts, combined with his experience of easily getting rid of drowned ghosts and catching Zhanle, is it not his turn to turn his hands to restrain ghosts? thing?

At that time, he will inevitably incur crazy revenge from Nanzhou, and Nanzhou will definitely use these ghosts that were used to plot against him, use them on himself, and let him be skinned and eaten Meat, and then used his resentment and anger to make him backhand into a ghost, asking himself to be enslaved and driven by him for the rest of his life, and he will never turn over—

Stop rubbing your hands.

When Songpa was crazy, Nan Zhou had finished observing the yellow mud jars and turned around to the test bench of Songpa.

When the head-turning has been studied to a certain extent, the head-turning master will infer other things and create his own head-turning.

This is also a consideration of the strength of the head descendant.

So, Sompa's test bed, at first glance, looks similar to the mad scientist's laboratory in the movie.

Beside a row of old test tubes, there are a dozen measuring cups that have been browned by corrosive substances.

The end of the glass rod was stained with an unknown liquid, and it was inserted into the measuring cylinder like chopsticks.

Countless jars, jars, funnels, and evaporating dishes are stacked in cartons under the test bench for easy access.

In the material cabinet, which was converted from an old vertical file cabinet, there are countless dark bottles and cans that can be protected from light.

Nanzhou opened the cabinet door, like a student visiting the chemistry laboratory for the first time, watching one by one.

With the help of Nanzhou's surprise study of Thai in the past few days, although he is not very good at speaking, his reading and writing problem is not big.

For example, he held a large bottle of reddish-brown oil. The label on it told Nanzhou that it was baby corpse oil.

Nanzhou tried to put it in the storage slot.

One success.

…It’s good, the warehouse system didn’t recognize it as a [Dungeon Creature].

He had no idea what a huge mental shock his simple action had caused to Songpa behind him.

Songpa, who was staring at Nanzhou, his face turned from white to red, and now it has completely turned to iron blue.

There was a storm in his heart.

—what kind of monster is this?

He can make objects disappear out of thin air!

Songpa asked himself and made sure that he could do it by lowering his head, but it was impossible. He just held the item in his hand, and he didn’t even need to draw a spell, just directly isolate the item. Empty teleport away!

Before meeting Nanzhou, Songpa always felt that she was a genius.

At least in southern Tyrande, he believed that no one was better than himself when it came to the ingenuity of bowing.

The birth of Nan Zhou directly stepped on his conceit for nearly 40 years.

Nanzhou's unique dark and mysterious color has made him a first-class descendant in Songpa's mind.

…No, he is not necessarily a pure head descender.

By the way, Nanzhou and the others are a tour group from the mysterious Chinese nation.

I heard that in the deep mountains of Yunnan, there is also a witchcraft of the same origin as Tyrande.

In order to improve his technique of descending the head, Songpa has specially studied religious cultures around the world, and knows that in the "Vimalakirti Sutra", there is a saying that "Sumi mustard seeds accommodate Bodhisattvas" .

So, is Nanzhou an authentic Witch Gu clan, a Miao clan? Is it the kind of high priest who wears a seedling bell and is covered in silver jewelry?

When did you punish such a person?

Once preconceived, the more Songpa looked at Nanzhou, the more he felt that he contained infinite strangeness and secrets.

In order to enrich her knowledge and knowledge, Songpa once traveled around East Asian countries and boasted that she had read countless people.

He thinks he can see the essence of man at a glance.

Under his observation, he was astonished to find that Nan Zhou, in both temperament and eyes, showed a curiosity, innocence, keenness and intuition similar to that of a small beast.

He doesn't look like someone who has lived in the human world at all.

This discovery made Sompa's only thought of resistance unable to sustain.

What kind of monster is he fighting?

Nan Zhou did not know that he was only using a basic warehouse system, and the imaginative Songpa even helped him to conceive of the mysterious identity and character background.

While Sompra's mind was running around the train, he gently and slowly carried out a big heist.

The yin and yang grass in the box, and seven or eight of the spell research and development notes that I remembered to the full, were all unceremoniously put away by Nan Zhou.

Seeing the precious materials and records that he collected disappear in Nan Zhou's hands like magic, Songpa's pupils trembled, and his mentality collapsed.

He sat on the spot, his emotions seemed to be numb, but his lips, arms and legs were shaking together.

Suddenly, a warm and dry hand placed on his shoulder and squeezed softly.

Jiang Fang leaned over and looked at him affectionately, her pale eyes filled with friendly light.

He asked softly, "What is shaking. What is there to be afraid of?"

Thanks to him, Songpa, who has a heart, trembles even more.

After collecting the learning materials, Nanzhou pulled a chair and sat down on the spot, put the notebooks upright and stacked together, made a high pillow with them, and placed them on the table. Obediently lie down.

Songpa watched his movements, blood dripping from his heart.

These seven or eight notebooks are the essence of Songpa's research on the head-descending spell, and it is his painstaking work for many years.

How can Songpa be reconciled to being stolen by him for nothing? !

But the boat is done, he is now someone else's fish, and he has no room to put his beak.

In this case, Songpa simply changed his mind.

In the line of descending head division, it is very taboo to perform deep head descending in front of other colleagues.

Seeing that Nan Zhou made a strange movement similar to casting a spell in front of him, Songpa gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Okay, didn't you claim to be here to study?

You learn from me, and I can learn from you!

Who's not a genius yet?

Songpa tilted his neck without a trace, and widened his eyes, trying to see every movement of Nanzhou and every step of casting spells into his eyes.

Look.

...Then he watched helplessly, Nan Zhou seemed to be a student dozing off between classes at the school, he put his head on the title page of the notebook, and fell asleep quietly.

After half an hour of high-speed reading, Nan Zhou slowly opened his eyes.

These notebooks, old and new, are the results of Songpa's study of talismanism. There are already formed talismans and semi-finished products.

After eliminating many contradictory test procedures, Nan Zhou already fully understood how to write a head-dropping talisman, and was even a little eager to try it out, wanting to draw one by himself.

Just do it.

He picked up one of the notebooks, walked to Sompa, and turned to page 52 accurately.

The location has a rune representing a specific organ called the "nose".

Then, he took out the dried up Songpa blood scraps he scraped from the yellow mud jar and tapped it in the center of the new charm.

Songpa's nose became hot and his face changed greatly. Before he could reach out to cover it, a nosebleed rushed down and landed on his white robe.

Songpa: "…"

In Nan Zhou's view, after completing a preview, he handed in the homework to the teacher.

At present, it seems that the homework is very successful, but the teacher seems to have been hit hard, the muscles on his face are twitching, and the teeth are rattling, making Nan Zhou doubt whether he is Which link went wrong, resulting in sequelae.

In Songpa's eyes, this scene is really deceiving.

Nan Zhou slept so carelessly for a large class, without drawing a talisman, not chanting a spell, and not learning anything, and when he lifted his head, he thought a lot The new mantra that the sky is still unable to complete.

Nanzhou said with concern, "Are you okay?"

Songpa reluctantly wiped away the nosebleed, her eyes were burning with grievance, and she replied casually, "Yes."

"You are a very smart person." Nan Zhou closed the notebook and said with regret, "If you focus more on your studies, you will definitely have more results."

…Songpa frowned upon hearing this persuasive tone.

Songpa’s heart was ashes, and he sighed.

When I met such a person, I also learned to drop the hair.

Forget it.

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