Horizontal push martial arts

Chapter 134 Memory

"Is it insomnia?" Zhang Zijun suddenly said, "No wonder you look so haggard. Insomnia is really uncomfortable."

His tone was very gentle, giving Bai Chunyan a feeling of spring breeze.

"Well, it's just insomnia." She glared at Mu Ling, who was winking, in embarrassment, and looked at Li Xiaolan, who was opposite, feeling a little guilty.

Fortunately, Li Xiaolan had always looked at Zhang Zijun with that kind of admiration, and didn't notice her reaction. Bai Chunyan was relieved immediately.

After all, she is the object of her friend's liking, so it would not be appropriate for her to act too that way.

Zhang Zijun saw Bai Chunyan's abnormal movements in his eyes, but there was nothing abnormal on his face, he just said gently: "Be careful and rest."

"Thank you for your concern." Bai Chunyan was a little embarrassed.

Zhang Zijun suddenly smiled and said, "I recently learned a little hypnosis magic, which can help people relieve mental fatigue. Do you want to try it?"

"Magic? Okay."

Bai Chunyan nodded curiously.

Then she saw Zhang Zijun take out a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist.

Although Zhang Zijun didn't tell him what to do, she couldn't help but put her hand on the crystal ball.

The moment she put her hand on it, she just felt that something uncomfortable was being taken away from her body, and the panic and fear that had arisen from last night's experience slowly dissipated virtually.

And Zhang Zijun always had a gentle smile on his face, looking very sunny, which made the girls in the noodle restaurant who peeked at him feel happy.

But no one noticed, or could not see at all, that the image of Bai Chunyan reflected in his pure eyes was entwined with a large amount of strange black energy that seemed to be real.

At this moment, the strange black energy was continuously pouring into the crystal ball from Bai Chunyan's body.

The resentment on her body became purer and deeper.

Zhang Zijun felt the deep resentment that was continuously sucked into his body, maintained a smile on his face, and thought silently in his heart.

He is not an ordinary student.

Maybe it used to be, but since two years ago, it has been completely different.

Because of an accident two years ago, another person's memory inexplicably appeared in his brain.

And it's also the memory of a wizard from another world.

Although he didn't understand how all this happened, the extra memories really appeared in his mind.

It was just because the wizard's memory was too huge and complicated, and he couldn't fully absorb it, so he sealed it in the depths of his memory.

So the wizard memories he got at first were just the tip of the iceberg.

But fortunately, he got the inheritance method about wizard power.

So it took him nearly two years to finally complete the requirements for spiritual power, and successfully became an official wizard.

But during the two years of accumulating spiritual power, he also gradually discovered that the world is far from being as simple as it seems, and there are many terrible dangers hidden by ordinary people that ordinary people don't know.

So after becoming an official wizard, he directly chose the path of the dark wizard with the fastest strength improvement.

Black wizards create negative emotions such as resentment, fear, and despair by spreading fear, and then form negative energy, and then absorb these negative energy to quickly improve their own spiritual power, and can gain strong combat power in a short period of time.

The wishing game is a horror game he invented. In fact, it does not have any wishing function, but it is just a rhetoric added by him to attract more people to participate.

After all, people are profit-seeking, simple horror games will only attract a small number of people who are curious to participate, and adding a wish-making drama can attract a wider group of people.

"Is it better?" Zhang Zijun looked at Bai Chunyan and asked.

The resentment absorbed by the crystal ball is almost full. These resentments have no effect on him, but they are an excellent tonic for those ghosts.

This world is different from the world where the wizard lives. Ghosts cannot be formed naturally. Although he has created some ghosts through magic, he still needs to add resentment to them frequently, otherwise they will soon dissipate automatically.

In other words, there are no ghosts in this world.

The malice in the crystal ball can be used to craft powerful witchcraft items even without feeding the shaman.

"It's really better."

Bai Chunyan seemed to be in a daze, but she recovered after hearing his words, her face was full of surprise and admiration.

"That's good." Zhang Zijun smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

In his eyes, there were two phantom images of two girls superimposed on Bai Chunyan's body. Those two girls were tightly entangled with her body, and there was a tendency to melt deeper and deeper.

She is helpless.

Zhang Zijun thought silently in his heart.

Those two phantoms are not ghosts or anything like that, but deep horror and resentment.

Although he has been helping her get rid of these resentments for the past few days, it was too late to start, as if he was dying of illness, the resentment went deep into her body and completely combined with her.

If he breaks through to the next level, he can completely eradicate these resentments.

But Bai Chunyan obviously couldn't wait for that time.

And because of the frequent interference during this period, Bai Chunyan's memory has been quite messed up, and even if she is successfully rescued, she will have serious mental problems.

"Then I'll go first."

Zhang Zijun stood up and put away the crystal ball.

"Goodbye..." Bai Chunyan waved her hand, and then said, "Thank you."

"They're all classmates, you're welcome."

Zhang Zijun smiled, turned and left.

Naturally, he didn't help Bai Chunyan because of his conscience, or his conscience was washed away when he merged the wizard's memory.

The reason why he helped Bai Chunyan was because of a previous incident that made him realize that he had made a fatal mistake.

That is, he shouldn't start promoting horror games from the classmates around him, because it will easily expose his own existence.

Because of this mistake, an official superpower noticed Mu Ling who had died a while ago. Fortunately, he found out in time, and before those people officially started investigating, he started to deal with the other party.

Then he noticed Bai Chunyan and realized that Bai Chunyan could not die for the time being.

Otherwise, if two students died one after another in a class, and it was all because of the wishing game, it would be like sending clear evidence to the authorities.

Although it was a bit late to realize this, it still bought him a very valuable period of development.

Zhang Zijun returned to renting a house.

He rented a room outside the school, dedicated to meditation and practice, and studied various witchcraft in memory.

Otherwise, there are many constraints at home, and it is far less convenient to do it outside.

The room was dark, because the curtains were drawn tightly, completely blocking the sunlight outside.

If someone walks into the rented house, he will feel an indescribable chill spread over him, as if a cold little hand is slowly caressing his body.

Zhang Zijun stepped in and threw the crystal ball into the darkness.

There was a terrifying scream in the darkness, like a group of invisible ghosts competing for fresh blood, the screams were full of excitement.

That was the movement caused by the resentment of a dozen ghosts sucking on the crystal ball.

Apart from the killing instinct, these most elementary ghosts had no wisdom. Zhang Zijun ignored these ghosts and went straight back to his room.

As soon as he entered the room, a translucent female phantom emerged from the wall and flew to his side.

The whole body of the woman was blue-gray. Although she was extremely beautiful, she looked a little weird and terrifying no matter how she looked. Surrounding Zhang Zijun, one could even see the flattery on her face.

However, Zhang Zijun knew that all of this was false. Once his strength declined, the flattery on this woman's face would immediately turn into viciousness, and she would tear him into countless pieces and swallow him alive.

Because this thing is called the Witched Soul Banshee, a terrifying ghost that is upgraded from a ghost.

The Witched Soul Banshee is vicious and vicious by nature, and there is no such thing as loyalty at all, even Zhang Zijun who brought her into this world.

Even so, Zhang Zijun's face flashed with satisfaction.

The Witched Soul Banshee is a ghost life that he has just refined from the large amount of grievances he has collected. It is a very successful and outstanding work of his.

In order to complete this Wounded Soul Banshee, he drew the vitality of five or six people at once.

Although it may attract official attention, it is worth taking a little risk compared to getting a banshee.

Because the Wraith Banshee has enough wisdom to better carry out the tasks he assigned, and it has a very strong combat power, even ordinary official wizards dare not underestimate it.

Zhang Zijun waved off the banshee, and came to the bed, where there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, assumed a posture similar to sitting in meditation, and started today's meditation.

Although it is possible to directly absorb negative energy to improve mental strength, it also requires meditation to deal with it, otherwise so much negative energy will directly enter the body and affect him.

As he started to meditate, he saw that his whole body in the mirror was rapidly rotting away, and he soon turned into a rotting horror monster.

The rotten monster opened its eyes and opened its terrifying black mouth.

Then I saw a large amount of black air rushing towards the monster's mouth, and from time to time, some black air escaped and turned into the shape of a human face, sending out a silent and terrifying howl.

In the next moment, it turned into black air again and flowed into the mouth of the rotten monster.

……

Jinchuan Second Middle School.

On the road outside the school gate, a car approached from far away, gradually slowed down, and slowly stopped in front of the school.

The car door opened, and a tall young man came out, which immediately attracted a lot of girls' attention.

"Is this the school?"

Li Mourn glanced at the school name next to the gate, then looked towards the school building inside.

"It's here." Yang Jin also got out of the car and nodded.

"Let's go."

Li Mour walked towards the school gate.

　Originally, I wanted to write a multi-world traversal type like Mysterious Journey, but many readers may not be able to accept starting over, so I didn’t write that way at all, and changed the way of writing, integrating the second wizarding world in advance.

　　

　

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