I Can Absorb Spiritual Contamination

　　 ticking, ticking.

　　 Anding No. 3 Middle School, music classroom, the old wall clock points to midnight.

"begin!"

　　Wang Zhi had waited for this moment long ago, lowered his voice and let out a roar.

　　 A mirror was placed flat on the ground, and a small bowl was placed in the center of the mirror. There was a black unknown liquid in the bowl, and a lit candle was inserted. Four people sat in a circle.

　　 Wang Zhi sat cross-legged on the north side, in clockwise order, each occupying one direction, followed by Zhu Shanshan, Zhao Sicheng, and Hu Qiming.

　　 The candlelight flickered, and the shadows of the four people were shot on the wall, distorted and weird.

　　 In front of each of them, a quarter apple was placed

　　 Because of exposure to the air, the pulp has undergone a certain degree of oxidation, turning it into a lighter reddish brown.

　　 Following Wang Zhi's low growl, the four of them held hands, closed their eyes, and followed the lines written on a piece of yellow and worn-out paper next to them, and began to pray together:

　　"The messenger wandering in the void, the prophet of the music classroom, please hear my call;

　　"You are the incarnation of prophecy, the emperor of pioneering, and you are the eternal star in the sky to clear the overlap of the mist for the lamb;

　　"Take my blood as a guide, and take my spirit as a life, show up, show up;

　　 "If you are willing to come to my side and give pointers to the maze, please accept my sacrifice and dye my heart red..."

　　Wang Zhi read it, quietly opened one eye and peered at the side.

　　 Although it is cold today, Zhu Shanshan is still wearing a short skirt. At this time, she sits cross-legged, revealing her two thin white legs.

　　 They are white and slender, and they look more straight and delicate than lighted candles.

　　 Wang Zhi swallowed his saliva, breathing slightly thicker.

　　 But the invention of the safety pants, very well blocked his gaze from continuing to probe upwards, and switched his gaze with the other two boys at everything.

　　 The atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and the three of them unwillingly took a few glances at the girl's snow-white legs and half-exposed clavicle.

　　 Soon, they closed their eyes again and kept talking.

　　 Among these, only Zhu Shanshan has been reciting seriously.

　　 Four people read it several times in a row, but there is no change.

　　 After a while, Hu Qiming was the first to read it tired and annoyed: "Is this really useful? I heard from the third class that they did it too, but there was no prophetic spirit at all."

　　 "Idiots, they use some chicken blood and duck blood, of course they can't! I am different, this is secretly brought from the laboratory, the potion residue! We can't tell it because we are sincere enough?" Wang Zhi was also a little upset.

　　 Zhu Shanshan whispered: "Could it be a spell? Where does this spell come from? How is it different from the legendary version."

　　 She has heard of the original version, which is much simpler, to the effect of "The Prophet, the Prophet, you are my current life and I am your past life. If you are willing to show up, please draw a circle on the paper."

　　 Wang Zhi laughed and said, "They are fake! I am the real."

　　 "Boss, why are you so sure?" Hu Qiming and Zhao Sicheng were puzzled.

　　 "Hey, do you know the female student who set himself on fire three years ago?" Wang Zhi pretended to be mysterious.

　　 "Have heard of it." The three nodded.

　　 Three years ago, a school girl set herself on fire in her dormitory. There were many versions. One of them was that she invited the prophet from the music classroom, but failed to send the prophet away according to the rules, so she was retaliated against.

　　 "Isn't the dormitory she used to live in was sealed, I sneaked in last time and found this piece of paper on the ground. This is the real spell, and the rest are fake." Wang Zhidao.

　　 "Brother Wang is mighty!" The other three people cast admiring glances.

　　 "That is, let's continue." Wang Zhi triumphed.

　　 "The messenger wandering in the void..."

　　 This time, they only started to say a few words, and the flames suddenly shook fiercely.

　　 "Brother Wang, here comes!" Zhao Sicheng exclaimed.

　　 I saw that the potion residues in the bowl slowly flowed out of the bowl, as if they were alive.

　　 It followed the mirror and spread to the apple placed in front of a few people, and it was quickly absorbed.

　　 "Uh... four."

　　 Wang Zhi was slightly startled.

　　According to the rules, whoever has his apple dyed red by the sacrifice will ask the question.

　　 At this time, all four pieces are dyed, which means that the "Prophet" is willing to answer everyone's questions.

　　 "Everyone asks one question, and is not allowed to ask anything related to the cause of death, only questions that are closely related to oneself." Wang Zhi swallowed.

　　 "Hmm, I understand!" The other three were excited and scared.

　　 The four apples stained black by the residue of the potion looked unusually secluded and breathtaking under the shaking candlelight.

　　 "Who will ask first?"

　　 "Brother Wang, you first?"

　　 "I wait, I haven't thought of anything to ask."

　　 "Shan Shan first, ladies first."

"Great."

　　Zhu Shanshan is actually a little uncontrollable. She puts her hands together as a prayer costume:

　　 "Prophet, Prophet! I want to know, is my future husband very rich?"

　　 "Cut."

　　 The three contempt, such a rare opportunity, you ask this kind of question?

　　 The candlelight flickered, and the rising smoke suddenly twisted, turning into a slightly distorted but recognizable character: "Dish"

　　 After a while, it dissipated directly, as if it had never existed.

　　Zhu Shanshan feels lost, because I don’t know what it means at all,

　　絲? Four? Means, "yes"? Or something else? This thing is so annoying, I don't make it clear at all.

　　 But what others thought was, really answered!

The prophet of the 　　 music classroom really exists, and it seems to be friendly and willing to communicate.

　　 "I'm here to ask this time."

　　 Zhao Sicheng looked excited and asked: "Prophet, prophet, I want to know, where is my father's private money hidden?"

　　 "Damn." Wang Zhi and Hu Qiming scolded secretly, and said that others, look at you for such a good job!

　　 But following Zhao Sicheng's words, the candlelight gathered solemnly again and became a symbol: "///"

　　 "This is..." Zhao Sicheng frowned, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

　　 This is three! Hidden in the oblique cabinet on the third floor!

　　 Although the others felt strange, they all noticed the joy on his face.

　　 Wang Zhi cursed secretly, and then he glared at him and stopped Hu Qiming who wanted to **** him. He exhaled first and said:

　　 "Prophet! I want to know the password for the safe at home!"

　　 hiss! The two younger brothers took a breath at the same time. The eldest brother is the eldest brother. This is about to break the roots of his whole family. He is indeed a cruel person.

　　No, the point is, he actually has a safe at home! Who would fix this in ordinary families?

　　 The three of them were in awe of his solid family background and his prodigal behavior.

　　 At this time, the "Prophet" had also given a reminder, and the smoke on the candle lingered around, turning into a "||", which lasted for a short period of time and then dissipated.

　　The password is 11?

　　 Wang Zhi opened his mouth slightly.

　　 It's wrong, the password at home is six digits.

　　 is not six 1, six 2. He has tried it a long time ago.

　　 He scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, while Zhao Sicheng tentatively said: "Brother Wang, I have seen a peculiar algorithm in a previous book. If I can figure it out, would it..."

　　 "If there is a fart, let it go, it will be done, and the benefit is indispensable to you." Wang Zhi glared at him.

Zhao Sicheng smiled shyly, but he smiled awkwardly when combined with his looks, and said: "I have seen a method called base conversion in ancient books. Although I haven't learned it, 11=1010. This is what it says. Case."

　　 "11=1010?"

　　 The three of them were a little dazed, but UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Wang Zhi found a note, wrote down "111010", and prepared to try it when they went home.

　　At this time, it was Hu Qiming's turn to ask questions. He rubbed his hands excitedly and said: "Prophet, I want to know, do I have any..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, a word condensed on the candlelight:

　　"｜"

　　 Hu Qiming is the most pragmatic here. The question he wants to ask is whether he has the talent for potions.

　　 As for Yuanli, after more than ten years of practice, of course, I knew I didn't have it.

　　 And the talents of potions are different. It is not impossible for some people, perhaps because of their poor academic performance, to occasionally show examples of clearly talented people who do not know them.

　　 "This, what's going on? 1? I haven't asked yet." Hu Qiming said.

　　 The red candlelight hit his stunned face, dim and strange.

"and many more."

　　 Zhao Sicheng suddenly made a hissing gesture and lowered his voice: "Have you noticed that from the beginning of Shanshan just now, the prophet gave the hint, if it is connected... what is yours?"

　　 "Four." Zhu Shanshan said.

　　 "Three." Zhao Sicheng pointed to himself.

　　 "Two?" Wang Zhi's face changed slightly.

　　 For a long while, I didn't hear Hu Qiming answer. Everyone looked at him at the same time and found that he didn't know when, he had turned his back to everyone, and squatted on the ground, as if looking at the wall in a daze.

　　 "Hu Qiming!"

　　 Wang Zhi was furious, grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.

　　 "What are you going crazy, talking, the hint you got, is it...

"One!"

　　 Wang Zhi's voice stopped abruptly.

　　 Hu Qiming was abruptly pulled over by him.

　　 is another shiny black head.