Forces of Temptation

The egg with long needles was put away, and replaced with a mouse turned upside down with a glass cover.

This is an ordinary classic mouse that is good at stealing food. It looks fat and strong. It has nothing to do with cute half-dime. It has long whiskers and hangs all the way to the ground.

It is difficult to sympathize with such a face.

So except for players who are on a mission and can easily empathize with such small animals that are slaughtered, other tourists are watching with great interest.

Especially Shao Mingzhe, he didn't know if he hated mice or something, his brows were tightly frowned.

The lowering master picked up the small silver scissors and cut off a strand of mouse whiskers.

The rat's whiskers were tied to three special thatch grasses and lit with a candle, giving off a peculiar smell.

The moment the smoke rose, the lowering master inserted the tip of the burning thatch along a vent hole the size of a half fingernail on the glass cover.

The head descending teacher opened and closed his lips, reciting complex and difficult mantras.

The mouse was in the transparent glass case, obscured by the thin smoke.

It twitched its pointed nose slightly.

Gradually, a greedy and fanatical light gathered in its eyes.

It straightened its upper body, curled its tiny claws in front of its chest, and twitched its nose frantically, like a drug addict in the human world.

After inhaling a sufficient amount of smoke, it actually raised its claws, and began... dancing inside the glass case.

That dancing has no meaning at all, it's just pure frenzy.

It is like a member of the ancient sacrifice, trying to convey the worship of this mysterious smoke with dance.

It turned around frantically until it hit the glass cover with a bang, and there was no more sound.

The master of ceremonies introduced: "This is Fantasia."

Fantastic drop, as the name suggests, is a head drop that can cause hallucinations in creatures.

Nan Zhou raised his hand and asked, "So, what will you see?"

Nanzhou guessed that it might have seen the God of Cheese.

The master of ceremonies was in a bad mood by the needle that popped out of nowhere. Seeing that this talkative young man was looking for trouble again, he frowned.

... He has his own way of dealing with these unbelieving and stabbing tourists.

He bowed his head and said to the head-subduing teacher in Thai with a strong local accent: "He doesn't believe your ability, he thinks it's fake."

Jiang Fang on the side frowned subtly.

But he thought for a while and didn't speak.

The shriveled head-down master wrapped in a cloak raised his eyelids and looked at Nan Zhou.

Only then did Nan Zhou see his eyes clearly.

The eyeballs were reddish-brown, as if dead wood beads were frozen in the eye sockets.

Nan Zhou looked at him calmly.

It's a pity that the lowering master quickly turned his eyes away.

Nan Zhou, a serious student, still hasn't waited for his answer.

Nan Zhou, who was left out by the cheap teacher, didn't mind, and continued to listen with his head raised.

Since the lowering of the head is of a performance nature, it is of course selected for quick results, outstanding effects, and popular audiences.

...such as He He.

When two tufts of cat hair and a kind of crushed insect fat burned in the red clay box, the two cursed kittens made peace on the spot.

This was indeed hilarious and interesting, and won a lot of applause.

There are not a few viewers who are interested in this head drop.

The master of ceremonies was very satisfied with the effect of this event, and of course the usual sales links were indispensable.

For those who want the master to assist in performing and cooperating, 12000 baht per person.

If you think the price is too expensive, you can also learn by yourself. After this performance, there will be an instruction manual written by the head-down master for sale.

Because the master feels that he is destined to be with all the tourists present, he can win it for only 3000 baht.

The other tourists were really moved, and began to rustle with their wallets, counting whether they had exchanged enough Thai baht.

The three poor people sitting in the front row were indifferent because they had no money.

Seeing that the three of them were so indifferent but willing to find fault with each other, the master of ceremonies became more determined to punish them.

Finally, after demonstrating the flowers that can be inserted into the soil with hair to make flowers grow in the cup, and the golden silkworm that can corrode gold and iron into a hole, they reached the finale.

The master of ceremonies gave up the mysterious introduction method of mixing Thai and English, and introduced in a twisted Chinese accent:

"Now, we're going to choose a guest to experience our most mysterious and terrifying experience—flying head drop."

"We need a courageous guest to be part of this segment."

Because his Chinese is at most four or five points, plus he can't hold back his smug smile, and the ending sound is split everywhere, which sounds very yin and yang.

He looked at Nanzhou, and said with a smile, "Curious guest, please come up and experience it?"

Li Yinhang was obedient and knew something was wrong.

Nanzhou probably was regarded by the master of ceremonies as the kind of person who deliberately finds fault.

... This is to show him off.

Therefore, when Nan Zhou got up, she hurriedly grabbed the hem of his suit pants and shook her head repeatedly.

Jiang Fang gently pressed the back of Li Yinhang's hand with the folding fan he bought at the stall just now: "Let him try."

Li Yinhang was a little anxious: "But..."

Jiang Fang: "Do you think he will be afraid?"

Li Yinhang: "..." That's right.

The master of ceremonies could understand what they were saying.

He doesn't speak.

He just smiled and looked at these three people pretending to be aggressive.

He has seen too many unbelieving guests.

Anyway, when the heads of different shapes flew up and slammed into people's faces, there was no one who was looking for trouble who didn't help on the spot, screamed or cursed in fright.

There were even those who were so frightened that they lost control on the spot.

The scene must be very exciting.

Nan Zhou didn't care about the petty affairs of the master of ceremonies.

He walked up to the master, lowered his head and looked at the master.

The head-subduing master stretched out his skinny palm like a monkey's paw to Nan Zhouping, holding a small black and shiny stone cup with a flat notch on the palm.

He murmured a phrase.

Nan Zhou looked at the master of ceremonies.

The master of ceremonies gloated and translated: "Master, please give me something on your body. Hair, nails, saliva... If you want better results, a drop of fingertip blood is the best."

This is what the master of ceremonies said casually.

After all, he had never seen a normal tourist who dared to poke his finger and bleed himself in order to verify the authenticity of an insignificant paid performance.

But unfortunately, he didn't meet a normal person today.

Nan Zhou thought for a while, took a few steps, walked to the back of the stage, took away a needle that was floating on the water when he performed the needle hidden in the egg at the beginning, and turned back to the lowering master.

Holding up the tip of the needle, he calmly pointed to the small cup in the palm of the lowering master: "Just drop it here?"

master of ceremonies:"……"

He straightened up slightly.

People say that the ignorant are fearless, but if you have no fear of the unknown, it is pure death.

He was looking forward to the scene of Nan Zhou being scared to death.

Even the master of ceremonies has never seen how terrifying the flying head drop summoned by blood is. He only heard that it is quite fierce. If it is not manipulated properly, it can kill people.

The greater the emotional contrast between the front and back of people who don't believe in evil, the stronger the head-down master will appear, and the better the performance will be.

The master of ceremonies has already begun to look forward to how many books he can sell today and how many commissions he can get.

Nan Zhou dripped blood without hesitation.

On the contrary, it was the lowering master, whose wooden bead-like eyes rolled turbidly, showing some hesitation.

Nan Zhou felt a little pain, put his fingertips in his mouth, stopped the bleeding, and quietly stared at the lowering master in front of him.

That weird oppressive feeling made the subdued master's shriveled Adam's apple roll up and down uncontrollably.

He started.

He took out a silver pointed needle from the cloth robe, and drew the outline of a skull-shaped spell on the bottom of the black cup.

While sketching the outline of the spell, he began to chant the incantation slowly.

This time the head lowering mantra was longer and more complicated than any time he had recited it before.

He seemed to be hesitating and worrying about something, and he recited the mantra very clearly.

...cautious like a student who is afraid of mispronouncing a text.

Slow and clear strange words slowly gushed out from the withered lips of the lowering master, like ghost voices coming from the cold hell.

Because his nerves were too tense, he didn't realize that Nan Zhou's fingertips hanging by his side were following the direction of his pointed needle, outlining an identical spell.

And Nan Zhou's lips, sunk in the darkness, followed his lips, moving very lightly, repeating every obscure syllable accurately.

Nanzhou's heart is very simple.

Those complicated and irregular characters are not difficult to remember.

Because all the knowledge in this world, to him, is a blurred mass of words like a thick fog.

He memorizes everything first, and then understands them one by one.

This is his unique study habit.

As for the symbols, it is even simpler.

Before "Gravity" was released, he was an ordinary art teacher.

There was a sudden scream from the crowd as the spell advanced to its climax.

This scream startled Li Yinhang, who was concentrating on every move of the lower head master.

She turned her head and saw something that made her heart skip a beat—

A head suspended in mid-air, drilled out from some gap in the tent, appeared silently above and behind Nan Zhou's head.

It has all five senses, a pair of brown eyes from top to bottom, looking at Nanzhou quietly, like a vulture waiting for an opportunity to attack.

And when the screams betrayed its existence, it suddenly flashed, opened its bloody teeth, and bit Nan Zhou's neck!

No one noticed when Nan Zhou raised his hand.

They only saw that when the head's attack was stopped, Nan Zhou had turned his head slightly, pushed back with his right hand, and pressed his thumb and ring finger against the cheeks of his head like iron pincers, as if holding a bowling ball. Dead stuck sinking strange head.

Human head: "..."

Even if he killed him, he would never have thought that there was a professional player here.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the head wants to retreat.

Nan Zhou exerted force with his fingertips, clenched the head so hard that his eyes rolled up.

The master of ceremonies was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the head that he rolled on the ground.

Most of the heads he had seen before were rotten chicken heads and dog heads. Where had he seen such a vivid human head?

The head drop master didn't expect such a sudden change, his monkey face turned livid, and he began to urge the mantra in his mouth, trying to send the head drop away.

However it was too late.

Nan Zhou held the human head, and the residual blood of his little finger quickly drew a spell on its slightly sunken cheek.

The human head was clenched until the skull crackled, his eyes rolled white, and tears flowed unconsciously.

Tears trickled down the charms on his cheeks.

Nanzhou has already learned what the so-called "head-down" is by observing the commonality between several performances of the head-down master.

One "movement" and one "name" are indispensable.

"Subduing" refers to special techniques such as drawing talismans, chanting incantations, and using medicine.

The "head" is the "simulation object" formed by certain parts of the human body, that is, the object of the curse.

Nan Zhou has already used his own blood to draw the spell pattern required for "surrender" on the face of the human head.

The blood and tears shed from the human head have become the most natural "head".

Amidst the low, fast and accurate chanting, the simplest flower fell on Nan Zhou's hand and was born.

……puff.

After a slight sound, the fiercely struggling human head stopped moving.

From the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of the human head, strings of incomparably gorgeous boat-shaped aconites quickly drilled out.

——This human head that flew out of nowhere turned into a beautiful flowerpot.

Nan Zhou looked around and handed the beautiful flower pot with human head to the master of ceremonies.

The terrified master of ceremonies held the head, stared at it for a moment, let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and hid aside with hands and feet, praying to the gods and Buddhas for blessing in Thai.

When the flowerpot of human head was about to roll in front of Li Yinhang, Li Yinhang just subconsciously wanted to hide, when he saw a foot poking out and intercepting the human head halfway.

...Shao Mingzhe silently brought the head to his feet.

Noticing Li Yinhang's gaze, he tilted his head, instead of looking at her, he lowered his head to study the face of the human head.

In fact, the rest of the audience were dubious about this game.

When they saw the flying human head, they almost believed it.

Now seeing that Nanzhou took care of this human head with ease, they naturally thought it was a fake. It was Nanzhou, a young head-subduing master who cooperated with the old head-subduing master and used a toy head to give them a toy. A good but harmless performance.

After being stunned for a while, there was a burst of cheers and prolonged applause among them.

The young couple in the back row yelled the loudest.

Cao Shuguang: "Awesome!"

Ma Xiaopei is even hotter than him: "Marry me!!!"

Cao Shuguang covered the mouth of his over-excited daughter-in-law: "It's alright, alright, I have a master, just think about it."

Everyone feels that the 200 baht ticket money is worth it!

Especially Li Yinhang.

Nanzhou spent 40 yuan and learned an exclusive handicraft now?

Is there a better deal than this?

The excited audience naturally didn't notice that the old head descendant who turned his head suddenly was hiding his unbelievably trembling hands under the linen robe, and the black blood dripping from his nostrils.

And in a hot alley not far from the tent, a man fell down silently.

He was empty from the neck up, and blood was pulsating from the ruptured cavity.

Of course, no one will know, a reminder that flashed in the live broadcast room and made all the high-dimensional creatures in the live broadcast room feel their scalps go numb.

"Notice, notice."

"The dungeon of [Evil Falling] has not yet started the official story line, and the important boss has died. Will the player be notified to terminate the game?"