Hunting High School

The special talisman bullets that Zheng Qing spoke of were not because of the special method of making the talisman bullets, but because of the different talisman wrapping the bullets. The talisman used in his talisman bullet was drawn with his blood.

As far as most wizards are concerned, few people use blood to draw symbols now.

On the one hand, it is dangerous. If the talisman paper is not completely burned, the blood will be taken away by the enemy, and strange curses will come within two hours; life will be lost.

Therefore, even if there is blood used in the talisman, it is at most just a few drops of fingertip blood to fork a talisman foot after the talisman is drawn. Just like what Zheng Qing did when he drew symbols for Li Meng in the homeless bar last semester.

But whatever has disadvantages, naturally has advantages. The talisman drawn by the wizard with his own blood is not only more convenient to use, but also several times more powerful than those drawn with dragon's blood ink or cinnabar. Therefore, this ancient technique of drawing symbols was finally passed down.

After the winter hunting meeting, considering the very limited combat methods of own, Zheng learned from the pain, drew a few blood symbols, and finally wrapped up three blood symbol bullets, just in case. These talismans are usually hidden in a small paulownia box in a gray cloth bag.

Considering that the environment where the blood talisman needs to be used must be very harsh, he drew evil talismans with a wider range of applications. Whether it is against monsters or those sneaky creatures under the moon, this kind of talisman is very good. Restraint effect.

Originally thought that these 'Suppressing Evil Talisman Bullets' would be silent in the paulownia box for a long time, but unexpectedly it was time to use them now.

After pressing a scarlet rune bullet into Remington's magazine, the pressure in Zheng Qing's heart finally eased a little. He raised his head, looked over the ship's side, and looked at the monster squatting on the reef in the distance.

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The giant frog-shaped beast named Descendant of Satogua squinted its eyes, and sat lazily on the reef, as if the string of spells that the old boatman attacked it before was a spring breeze, without the slightest expression of anger.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zheng Qing always felt that behind its squinted eyes, there was a line of sight carefully observing its own.

Like the young public servant, the old man Bernard Shaw did not let down his vigilance because of the peaceful performance of the descendant of Satogua. When the ferry boat turned around, he still threw a series of powerful sleeping spells, trying to make the monster more peaceful:

"Shang Mei Wu!" "Shang Mei Wu Jue!" "Shang Mei Wu Cong!"

These spells are not offensive, but rather control spells. In this environment, such spells seem a little more reliable.

The old man's choice was very cautious, but he still underestimated the insidiousness of Satogua's descendants.

At the same time as the old boatman cast the sleeping spell, the monster's mouth opened slightly, and a crimson's shadow shot out, hitting the center of the ferry boat.

At the end of the attacking direction of the red shadow, there was a young public finance student who leaned out half of his body, holding a rune gun in his hand.

"Presumptuous!" The old boatman yelled angrily, pointing and picking up the penny in the river, and he picked out a big fish with a meter length and a fat body, and threw it at the crimson's shadow.

The big fish arrived first, blocking the middle of Chiying's path.

"puff."

As if a piece of mud hit the rotten wood with a dull sound, the red shadow hit the big fish.

In just an instant, the big fish was drained of energy and energy under Zheng Qing's horrified eyes, and turned into a dried fish. After Chi Ying retreated, he swayed with the wind and fell back into the river, spun a few times on the water surface, and sank silently to the bottom of the river.

There was no ripple.

It's chilling to look forward to.

Zheng Qing gasped, tightened his fingers, and subconsciously pulled the trigger of the rune gun.

"Snapped!"

A dazzling red light flashed out from the gun barrel held by Zheng Qing, and at the same time, a slight explosion sounded in Zheng Qing's ear.

The red talisman wrapped in a dazzling light, quietly sank into the body of the frog monster.

The old boatman glanced back at Zheng Qing, nodded, and then shook his head. The nod was in praise of the young wizard's decisive action. Many young people did not have the courage to attack when facing the monster; shaking his head was against Zheng Qing. The way of attacking didn't take it seriously, and signaled him not to do any more useless work.

In the eyes of the old man, just one talisman bullet might not be able to scratch the skin of the frog monster. It is not enough for the current situation, so it is better not to waste that precious talisman bullet.

As if to explain the old man's reaction, the descendant of Satogua ignored the attacking own rune, and even grinned at the young wizard in the mood.

Zheng Qing seriously suspected that it was laughing at himself.

"I said..." He turned his head to look at the old boatman, just said two words, but was interrupted by the exclamation next to him.

"What is that?!" The shocked voice of the gypsy witch rang in Zheng Qing's ears.

Zheng Qing turned around and was stunned.

The frog monster who was still grinning at him just now has a distorted expression. His narrowed eyes are wide open, and his wide mouth is wide open, letting out a silent but miserable howl that everyone can feel.

Accompanied by its miserable howl, streaks of golden red light wrapped in scarlet flames shot out from its body, tearing its originally tall and solid body apart. The soft black hairs on the surface of the frog monster's body were curled up and burnt by the flames, and puffs of black-gray smoke evaporated, lingering upwards.

"Fuck!"

Old Bernard Shaw standing at the bow described his current mood with two vulgar and frivolous words that did not fit his identity. This is also Zheng Qing's current mood.

Just for a moment.

The descendant of Satogua, who seemed to be invincible and powerful just now, turned into a pool of black mud with a slight 'beat' sound, and fell on the reef with a splash.

The cold wind blows, and the silent forest is quiet.

Only a few wisps of white smoke curling up from the reef explained to the passing ferry boat what had just happened.

a long time.

With a hoarse voice, old Bernard Shaw asked the young payer in a low voice, "What kind of talisman did you use just now? Where did you order it?"

Zheng Qing opened his mouth halfway, stared blankly at the mess on the distant reef, blinked, and then looked back at the old boatman, as if wanting to confirm that what he saw was the truth.

"I did this?" His voice seemed a little hollow in the cold wind, and then he denied it with a very firm voice: "No, I didn't do it...it has nothing to do with me!"

This is very critical.

The ownership of all creatures in the Silent Forest belongs to the First University, and any unauthorized hunting or capture will receive a frightening fine.

Zheng Qing's small coffers can't afford even a minimum fine.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot admit that the monster turned into mud has a copper relationship with him.

Maybe that monster likes to turn into a lump of mud on weekdays. Everyone knows that the frogs in the First University are all abnormal creatures, and none of them are normal.