Monster Hunting High School

"Why did you refuse?"

"Why should I agree?"

"You are a prisoner... A prisoner must have the 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 dark prison?"

This was naturally completely impossible, and Zheng Qing looked a little ugly. Although he threatened the banshee with a rune gun and made him choose between death and hell, it did not mean that he had completely controlled the banshee in front of him.

Any sign of weakness will be counterattacked.

The young public-funded student shook the rune gun in his hand and ordered in a strong tone: "You have no choice."

Nikita looked at the muzzle of the gun, with a trace 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 difficult to understand.

Seemingly aware of the young wizard's confusion, the banshee paused and added: "Being shot to death by you has nothing to do with being beaten to death by the dark wizard, or being contaminated by the black wizard's memories from the stars... Difference. So, why should I choose the option that is most beneficial to you among these options?”

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 helping him, and he knows it... Moreover, we also have some Lourdes holy water, so you will not be contaminated by those memories."

Nikita looked at the wizard deeply:

"If a dark wizard allows you to enter his house, cut open his skull, stir up the hidden substances in the gray and white matter gullies, and tamper with the medium between his soul and body... then he is not a black wizard. The wizard."

"Wizard White would not agree to what you did." Zhang Jixin touched his head, imagining the horrifying scene, couldn't help but shudder, and muttered softly.

Zheng Qing glared at him angrily. The red-faced wizard immediately raised his hand and made a zipper motion near his mouth, indicating that he would shut up.

Then Zheng Qing looked at the banshee again and persuaded her earnestly: "...As long as we discuss it with him carefully, he will be willing to let you use his brain."

Even he himself didn't have much confidence when he said these words.

"Yes," Nikita did not hide the sarcasm on his face: "Of course he is willing, but the tentacles on his body are not necessarily... Do you think they will hang me directly, or tie me up and hang me tightly? Drying under the rafters?”

The fat blue man next to him lowered his head and let out a low chuckle.

Zheng Qing glanced at his companions angrily and sighed at the banshee: "When you eat a wizard with a knife and fork, you should think about the outcome of being hanged by another wizard one day in the future. ”

"But not today!"

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

Everyone was used to it popping up again and again, so they didn't panic when faced with this sudden statement.

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

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

"Then what do you want to say?"

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

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

"No, it doesn't need to be difficult," the owner of the old house said earnestly. The eyes on the tentacles seemed to have become a little more oval, and they looked kinder. "It's just an ordinary forgetting charm."

"Forgetting Talisman?" Zheng Qing looked at the tentacles in front of him suspiciously, then stretched his neck and glanced at the half-opened front door behind the banshee, as if he wanted to confirm whether this request was the request of the old house owner.

Behind the door, the blurry face shook slightly, answering the young wizard's concern.

This made Zheng Qing even more confused.

The so-called forgotten talisman is the result of the forgotten spell being turned into a paper talisman. Theoretically, the effect of the Forgetting Talisman and the Forgetting Spell should be the same, but just like other talismans, the Forgetting Talisman sacrifices a little power - maybe because the drawer's rune outline is not accurate, or the rune paper has been stored for too long, or the gas The eyes are not closed properly - in exchange for the convenience of release; the release of the Forgetting Curse requires a series of rituals such as Dharma books, spells, and chants. The release is more complicated, but the power is complete.

Precisely because the effect of the talisman paper is not stronger than the spell, Zheng Qing has subconsciously ruled out this option after discussing the advantages and disadvantages of the Forgetting Spell before.

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

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

The power in this gun?

Zheng Qing immediately realized what the owner of the old house meant. Perhaps this was the keen inspiration of the great wizard, who could sense the rule-breaking power contained in the rune gun in Zheng Qing's hand.

“Just one drawing is enough, right?”

"The more powerful, the better."

"Blood Talisman Bullet," Zheng Qing nodded, but he was not very sure in his heart: "Although this is not difficult... But I don't know if I am a 'real' existence in the dreamland, and whether the nature of the blood here has changed. "

"Appearance, inner nature, nature, etc., these factors are not the point." The tentacles flexibly twined in mid-air, spinning out exquisite runes: "...The point is the essence. The reason why your blood rune bullets are The powerful essence. As long as the essence does not change, the blood talisman you wrapped will meet my requirements. "

"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?"

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