Forces of Temptation

Li Yinhang, Cao Shuguang and Ma Xiaopei, who didn't realize that they were showing their feet at all, were calm.

One is busy with diplomacy, two are busy with sleepiness.

Shao Mingzhe, who was aware of it, didn't say anything because his language function was not very developed.

In addition, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang remained silent, so the apparent peace was maintained by accident.

Because the other party really refused to cooperate, Li Yinhang's diplomatic activities seemed to be declared a complete failure.

However, Nanzhou made a discovery first.

The position-seeking drop used by Nanzhou is actually not a conventional method of using the position-seeking drop at all.

The serious Xunweijiang is to draw a talisman on his left eye that is exactly the same as the one he drew on the head of the Jiangtou master.

The two characters can echo each other, and the function is equivalent to Bluetooth.

It is said that as long as one party closes his eyes, he can see through the other talisman in the dark to determine the position of the other party.

Nanzhou did not take such an approach.

The reason for this is rather simple.

——First of all, he is a newcomer and doesn't know his way.

Even if he could really see the live broadcast of the entire transportation route of the head-down master, he wouldn't be able to tell where it was.

The second reason is that after daubing and altering the painting on the head of the comatose Jiangtoushi, he found that drawing symbols is a very cinnabar-consuming thing.

He didn't know the price of Tyrande for the time being, and the only small bag of cinnabar was stolen.

What if the raw material of cinnabar is very expensive and hard to find.

Everything is unknown, it is better for him to be frugal.

The third reason is that Nan Zhou was worried that Jiang Fang would kiss himself at night, and it would be inconvenient for him to dirty his face.

In view of these three reasons, Nanzhou carried out a small-scale academic research, pinched the three heads of worm drop, sand drop, and position-seeking drop together, and made a hodgepodge of neither fish nor fowl.

Before returning to the hotel, Nanzhou dug some sand from the nearby river, put it in a shoe box, and placed a local tourist map discarded by the river on the bottom.

He drew locators on the map with the same ballpoint pen used to write opinions on the hotel nightstand, and buried the map in sand.

There are three more ants in the sand.

The ants in the tropics are not small. Nanzhou pondered for a while, twisted out three grains from the few cinnabar, soaked them in water, and threw the ants in to rinse them.

The ants who drank the cinnabar water were soon fascinated, obeyed Nan Zhou's instructions, and swayed their heads and burrowed into the sand.

After brushing his teeth, Nan Zhou used a disposable toothbrush handle to draw another locator on the surface of the sand.

This layer of medium passed layer by layer, and it really worked.

For a normal position-seeking descent, at least one or two of cinnabar must be consumed, and one must keep a good eye on the opponent's movements to find out the route.

Nan Zhou dismantled Xun Weijiang on the spot, soaked three ants with three grains of cinnabar, and slept peacefully for most of the night.

The ants mechanically crawled in the sand, drawing out a road map diligently.

Finally, the rustling sound in the sand stopped.

This means that the skinny monkey head-down master, who suffered from nosebleeds and was unconscious, has finally been transported to a relatively safe area.

It may be his home, or it may be the lair of the people behind the scenes.

Nan Zhou carefully dug up the sand, and found that the three ants were obediently lying on a corner of the map, with six antennae facing the same position, forming an unattractive plum blossom shape.

——His platter-style head drop really succeeded.

The place they enclose is a small night market street called Suchara, which is located in a corner of this corner city, about 30 kilometers southeast of the hotel.

The area where Suchara is located is a regular and closed triangle on the map.

There are a lot of closed triangle symbols in the head drop spell, which often play the role of gathering evil spirits.

And when Nanzhou wanted to study the mystery of this place, a sudden change occurred.

puff-

The heads of the three live ants burst open at the same time, and tiny bodily fluids splashed onto the wall of the shoe box.

This small explosion is not very spectacular, but it is very strange.

They were caught off guard, heartbroken, and their slender limbs were still spasming alive on the map, scratching and making soft noises, as if they were crushed to death by a hand of God that appeared for no reason.

After paying attention to the dead ant for a moment, Nan Zhou said in a light statement tone: "It was discovered."

——The fact that he drew a formation on the top of the opponent's head was not particularly hidden.

After all, the other party is a head-down master who has been immersed in this way for a long time.

It is a bit unrealistic to expect them to be fooled by this little trick of the beginners themselves.

When Nan Zhou said this, his expression and tone were not very excited, so Li Yinhang smacked around to appreciate the danger, and broke out in a cold sweat.

This is a backlash spell implemented by using the position-seeking drop set by Nan Zhoubu!

In other words, if Nanzhou used the conventional location-finding method on himself, it would be Nanzhou who had burst eyes and brains.

Nan Zhou didn't have the consciousness of escaping from death.

He is curiously studying the ant's stump.

The way the ant died was very strange.

After exploding, their dark body fluids and shattered limbs formed a curse pattern on the map about the size of an ordinary drink bottle cap.

Nan Zhou had never seen this head drop spell in the "Book of Mysteries".

...is it a new spell?

Nan Zhou kept this new knowledge in his mind and analyzed it carefully.

In the small paid learning class in the tent, he observed that in order to successfully implement "head drop", "drop" and "head" are indispensable.

To put it simply, it requires both the blessing of the spell and the incantation, and it also needs to curse something specific on the person.

The hair, flesh and blood, body fluids of the subject, or necklaces and amulets that have been worn for many years can all be used as the medium for the surrender.

Therefore, when Nan Zhou painted the position-seeking surrender on the top of the thin monkey's head-subduing master, he used his own hair as a natural surrender material, while being careful not to leave anything that belonged to him.

Before leaving, they even took the futon with them.

But even if they were so cautious, this powerful counterattack charm still came all the way back, and exploded the ants of Nanzhou.

What is the medium used by the head-down master over there?

Nan Zhou stared at the fresh talisman composed of ant body fluids, put his finger on his lips, thought for a while, and suddenly became enlightened.

——Isn't the trace that I left on the body of the head-subduing master, which belongs to me, the location-seeking and subjugation talisman drawn by myself.

After figuring this out, Nan Zhou took out the clothes they took off from the skinny monkey head-down master from the storage tank.

The clothes were worn close to the skin by the thin monkey, and the cold breath and medicinal fragrance of the thin monkey's torso still remained on it.

Nan Zhou compared the spells formed by the corpses of ants, learned and sold them now, and began to operate and draw them on the clothes on the spot.

At this time, the young couple finally woke up almost awake.

Cao Shuguang and Ma Xiaopei leaned over curiously and watched for a while, but they couldn't figure out why from Nanzhou's movements.

Cao Shuguang scratched his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

Nan Zhou: "Learning..."

Before Cao Shuguang suddenly realized "Oh", he heard Nan Zhou add the second half of the sentence naturally:

"...and curse back."

……

In the corner of Suchara Night Market, in an ordinary house that looks ordinary from the outside, the tall man who appeared in the tent was sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at the unconscious man lying on his back on the hard board bed. Second apprentice.

On the other bed board was his big apprentice.

The eldest apprentice held his blooming head by his hand.

In the corner of the room, huddled the emcee of ceremonies with a frightened and unlucky face.

The master of ceremonies only knew that his master was called Sha Chu and his uncle was called Ba Kun.

I follow behind the master's ass, usually just collect some entrance fees, learn some little tricks between magic and head drop, so that I can chat up girls, and then use the master's ability to scare those who don't believe in head drop Foreign guests.

He doesn't have any great abilities, and he doesn't believe in evil gods very much, he just wants to find a job that pays fast and is interesting.

This was the first time he saw Master.

The man's name is Songpa, his skin is slightly brown, he looks quite young, and his flesh and bones are plump, at least two or thirty years younger than his master who is unconscious on the bed.

But the vicissitudes and darkness in his eyes are like an old man who has been cruel for most of his life.

Sha Chu's formation hidden in his hair has not been wiped off, and there are still a few grains of cinnabar hanging on the ends of his scorched hair.

Songpa sat quietly on the side of the bed, waiting for his backlash to take effect.

After hearing the master of ceremonies' stammering description, Pasong guessed that if his apprentice hadn't been ostentatious and offended others, then the young head-down master had overestimated himself and took the initiative to provoke and mess up the situation.

The man manipulated by him with the magic drop has been thrown down the stairs by Nanzhou, which undoubtedly confirmed Songpa's guess.

——The person named "Nanzhou" is definitely a young head-down master who studied art elsewhere and thought he was superb in magic skills.

But that doesn't matter.

If he dared to use the position-seeking drop in front of him openly, he would definitely die.

The squirrel controlled by him is already on the way to spy on information.

That squirrel was Songpa's most powerful one. Because he was worried about being discovered by Nanzhou, Songpa let him wait on a treetop a little far from the hotel.

It should be a few minutes before it reaches the hotel window and sends back real-time video.

Songpa lowered his eyes, staring at his second apprentice who was not up to date with cold eagle eyes.

Turning his head, what he saw was the disciple who was even more disappointing, and the great apprentice who had a bright future, but now died with regret.

His heart was full of hostility.

Those who are with Nanzhou, no matter who they are, must die!

Suddenly, Sha Chu on the bed struggled violently, dancing with hands and feet, his eyes protruding, the situation was quite frightening.

Before Sompa could hold down his hands and feet, his head exploded the next moment!

His skinny palms, like chicken feet, creaked and scratched a few handfuls on the pavement.

Under the dim light, the blood and gray brain gradually moved and condensed, forming a strange pattern.

——It is the image formed by the body fluid when the ant in the Nanzhou shoebox died.

It all happened so suddenly that Sompa didn't even have time to dodge, and was sprayed with filth all over his body.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, there was a volcanic eruption of fury: "What's going on!?"

At this moment, Songpa's vision lit up.

In front of the squirrels he raised, a small sugar glider with bright fur appeared.

……

Antarctica sneaks out to bask in the moon.

It knew that Nanzhou and the others didn't want to be discovered, so they wanted to wait for everyone in the house to leave before going back by themselves.

It crouched by the eaves and saw the squirrel jumping.

The squirrel was more than three times the size of the South Pole star.

It has been with Pasong for a long time, and it is used to being king and domineering. When it sees such a small thing, it doesn't pay attention at all.

It propped up its upper body, revealing its sharp teeth stained with corpse oil, and erected the hair on its back as hard as a hedgehog, trying to intimidate it.

Nan Jixing blinked his eyes twice, as if realizing something, he took two steps back.

The next moment, it opened the skin membranes on both sides of its body like a lightning bolt, leaped forward like a small glider, took a bite, grabbed the squirrel's neck, and cut the squirrel cleanly between its teeth.

The squirrel let out a scream, and lost its breath in Nanjixing's mouth.

Nanjixing: ...It's fierce for your size.

Nanjixing bit its three big squirrels and noticed the glowing engravings on its tail.

It looked left and right for a while, wiped off the blood at the corners of its mouth with its two short front paws, then picked up the dead squirrel, jumped onto the balcony railing silently, and threw the dead body into the window along the window with a bang. into the house.

After completing this task, it shook its fur with a sense of accomplishment, and disappeared silently by the window.

This muffled sound attracted everyone in the room.

Shao Mingzhe looked out, but only had time to see a long tail that disappeared into the empty night.

But he frowned slightly, put one hand in his left pocket, covered his chest with the other, and stroked it twice.

He inexplicably felt a chill run up his back.

What was that... just now?

The author has something to say:

Update a tough little Shao who is suspected of being afraid of mice

Nanzhou: Thank you, Mr. Songpa, for your extracurricular tutoring. I will curse well when I go back qwq