Hunting High School

"Why did you refuse?"

"Why should I agree?"

"You are a prisoner... A prisoner must have the self-consciousness of a prisoner. Help us leave this world, and we will write letters to the school and the black prison, asking them to treat you leniently."

"Can you let me out of the black prison?"

This is naturally completely impossible, and Zheng Qing's face is a little ugly. Although he threatened the banshee with a rune gun and made the banshee choose between Death and Hell, it did not mean that he had completely controlled the banshee in front of him.

Anyone who shows any weakness will be backlashed.

The young public fee student shook the talisman gun in his hand, and ordered in a strong tone: "You have no choice."

Nikita looked at the muzzle of the gun with a hint of fear in his eyes, but his attitude was the same as Zheng Qing's tone, extremely tough: "I really have no choice...so, why should I help you?"

This sounds a bit incomprehensible.

Seemingly aware of the confusion of the young wizard, the banshee paused, and added: "Being shot to death by you is nothing like being shot to death by that dark wizard, or being polluted by the dark wizard's memories from the starry sky... Difference. So, why should I choose the option that is best for you when there is no choice?"

These words sounded like a tongue twister, but it was not difficult to understand. Zheng Qing immediately realized the banshee's concerns.

"Why do you think you will be beaten to death by him?" He comforted, "You are doing him a favor, and he knows it... Besides, we still have some holy water from Lourdes, so you won't be polluted by those memories."

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Nikita took a deep look at the wizard:

"If a dark wizard allows you to enter his room, cut open his skull, stir up the hidden matter in the gray matter, and tamper with the medium of his soul and body... then he is not a black wizard. Wizard."

"Wizard Bai won't agree with you to do this." Zhang Jixin patted Own's head, imagining the scary scene, couldn't help shivering, and muttered something in a low voice.

Zheng Qing glared and glared at him. The red-faced wizard immediately raised his hand and pulled the zipper around his mouth, indicating that he would shut up.

Then Zheng Qing looked at the banshee again, and tried to persuade him: "...as long as we discuss it with him, he will be willing to let you use his mind."

He didn't even have much confidence in himself when he said this.

"Yeah," Nikita did not hide the sarcasm on his face: "Of course he is willing, but those tentacles on his body may not be sure... Guess they will hang me directly, or tie me up and hang me To dry under the beam?"

Lan Fatty next to him lowered his head and let out a low chuckle.

Zheng Qing glanced at his companion resentfully, and sighed to the banshee: "When you eat a certain wizard with a knife and fork, you should expect to be hanged by another wizard one day in the future." .”

"But not today!"

A thin tentacle protruded from Zheng Qing's side again, waved it, and made a signal gesture: "I have a suggestion, do you want to listen to it?"

Everyone was used to it showing up again and again, so they didn't panic when faced with this abrupt speech.

Zheng Qing glanced at the clustered eyeballs on the tentacles: "Are you going to let Nikita perform a craniotomy on you after the tentacles are cooked? ... Well, Nikita is the banshee's." name."

"It's a good name," several mouths on the tentacles complimented in unison, but rejected Zheng Qing's suggestion: "But as your companion said, even the white wizard would not like someone to cut open his own body." Heads... especially if you open your own head to a dangerous lich."

"Then what do you want to say?"

"Can you draw symbols?" The mouths on the tentacles asked a question that confused Zheng Qing.

"Drawing talismans?" The young public finance student raised his eyebrows, and replied in a reserved and somewhat conceited tone: "General talismans are naturally not difficult for me...but if they are ancient talismans, I may need to study for a while .”

"No, it doesn't need any difficulty," said the owner of the old house with an earnest attitude. The eyeballs on the tentacles seemed to become more oval, and looked more friendly: "It's just an ordinary oblivion talisman."

"Forgotten Talisman?" Zheng Qing looked suspiciously at the tentacles in front of him, then craned his neck to look at the half-closed front door behind the banshee, as if he wanted to confirm whether the request was from the owner of the old house.

Behind the door, the vague face swayed slightly, answering the young wizard's concerns.

This made Zheng Qing even more confused.

The so-called oblivion talisman is the result of forgetting spell talisman paper. Theoretically, the effect of the Oblivion Talisman and the Oblivion Charm should be the same, but like other talismans, the Oblivion Talisman has sacrificed a little bit of power—maybe because the drawer's rune outline is not accurate, or the talisman paper has been stored for too long, or air holes The confinement is not true—in exchange for the convenience of release; the release of the forgetting spell requires a series of rituals such as dharma books, mantras, and chanting. The release is relatively complicated, but its power is complete.

It is precisely because the effect of the talisman paper is not stronger than the spell, so after discussing the pros and cons of the forgetting spell, Zheng Qing has subconsciously ruled out this option.

"I thought we had discussed this possibility before." The wizard waved his hand and denied, "I don't think a talisman will be more powerful than the spells cast by us."

"What if this talisman paper is wrapped into a talisman bullet?" The tentacles pointed at the talisman gun in the wizard's hand, reminding: "I hope you draw a talisman, and then wrap it into a talisman bullet...use your gun The power in the gun."

The power in this gun?

Zheng Qing immediately realized what the old house owner meant. Perhaps this is the great wizard's keen inspiration, able to perceive the rule-breaking power contained in the rune gun in Zheng Qing's hand.

"Just one picture is enough, right?"

"The greater the power, the better."

"Blood Talisman," Zheng Qing nodded, but he didn't have much confidence in his heart: "Although this is not difficult... But I don't know if the self in the dreamland is a 'real' existence, and whether the nature of the blood here has changed. .”

"Appearance, interior, nature, etc., these elements are not the point." The tentacles flexibly entangled in mid-air, forming exquisite runes one by one: "...the point is the essence, the reason why your blood rune bullet is so powerful Powerful essence. As long as the essence does not change, the blood rune bullet you wrap will meet my requirements."

"Now there is only one question left." Zheng Qing tightened the talisman gun in his hand, and glanced at Nikita: "What will she do when I draw the talisman?"

A few thick tentacles silently slid out along the windows and doors of the house, entangled the banshee's limbs. By the way, Zhu Zhu was also tied up on all fours.