Forces of Temptation

Regarding Nan Zhou's words of "coming to study", Songpa decided that every sentence was fart, and refused to believe a word.

nonsense.

For example, a student who can score 700 points in the test finds a classmate who can score 500 points in the test, and pretends to be modest and says that I am here to study with you. What is the essential difference between this and swearing?

His level must be far better than his own.

Now that he came into the room, he deliberately pretended to be humbly asking for advice. Apart from humiliating himself and admiring the ugliness of his dying struggle, Sompa couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation.

He knew that today might be his own death day.

So, he gave up resisting, specially burned incense and bathed, changed into a white robe painted with spells, and lowered his head quietly waiting for a decent butcher.

Seeing that Songpa refused to talk to him, Nanzhou simply patrolled the room openly.

A row of yellow clay jars were placed against the wall, exactly the same as the four jars confiscated from them.

Nanzhou looked at the past one by one, and felt quite a pity.

...They can't take these things with them.

Full of regret, he leaned over and stretched out his finger, across the jar, flicked lightly.

Immediately, the sleeping ghosts in the altar were awakened by Qiqi.

They became manic in an instant, and the ghosts in the altar led one by one, and they uttered ear-piercing ghost cries in unison.

The ending sound was sharp and piercing, like a cat crying or a baby crying, shaking the tiles on the roof to rattle.

Rao Songpa, the refiner of ghost drop, would not dare to treat these ghost drop so contemptuously.

The sudden ghost cry made his scalp explode, and the blood that remained on his cheeks and maintained the last trace of decency for him also completely faded away.

But Nan Zhou didn't respond at all.

He turned to Sompa and said, "You keep them very energetic."

When Nan Zhou said this, he intended to praise Sompa.

But no matter what Nanzhou said now, if it fell into Songpa's ears, everything changed.

He was worried that Nan Zhou's actions would destroy the already fragile seal. Once the ghost descended out of control and resentment broke out, it would be fine if everyone in the room died together. If Nan Zhou's talent could transfer the ghost to himself ?

Seeing his indifferent attitude of treating resentful ghosts as nothing, combined with his experience of easily getting rid of drowning ghosts and catching Zhanla, isn't it just a matter of his flipping hands to restrain ghosts?

At that time, I will inevitably incur Nan Zhou's crazy revenge, and Nan Zhou will definitely use these ghosts that were used to plot against him one by one on himself, let him be skinned and eaten, and then use his grievances and Angry, he turned him into a ghost, and made himself be enslaved by him for the rest of his life, and he would never recover——

The endless horror of imagining made Songpa's cold sweat gushes out, and a huge drop of sweat rolled into his eyes, but he didn't even dare to blink a lot, let alone rub his hands.

When Songpa was crazy, Nan Zhou had finished observing the yellow clay pots, and turned around to come to Songpa's test bench.

When the head-dropping master has studied to a certain extent, the head-dropping master will draw inferences from one instance and create his own head-dropping.

This is also a consideration of the strength of the head-down master.

So, Sompa's test bed, at first glance, looks similar to the mad scientist's laboratory in the movie.

Next to a row of old test tubes, there are a dozen measuring cups that have been browned by corrosive substances.

A glass rod with an end stained with an unknown liquid was inserted into the measuring cylinder like chopsticks.

A stack of asbestos nets next to the alcohol lamp was burnt black and had not yet been recycled.

Numerous jars, narrow-mouth bottles, funnels, and evaporating dishes are stacked in cardboard boxes under the test bench for easy access.

On the other side, in the materials cabinet converted from an old vertical filing cabinet, there are countless dark bottles and cans that can be protected from light.

Nan Zhou opened the door of the cupboard, watching them one by one like a student visiting a chemistry laboratory for the first time.

Relying on Nanzhou's sudden study of Thai in the past few days, although he is not very good at speaking, the problem of reading and writing is not too big.

For example, the large bottle of reddish-brown oil in his hand, the label on it told Nan Zhou that it was baby corpse oil.

Nanzhou tried to store it in the storage tank.

A success.

...Very well, the warehouse system did not recognize it as a [Duplicate Creature].

He had no idea how such a simple action of his had caused such a huge mental shock to Sompa behind him.

Songpa, who was staring at Nanzhou, his face turned from white to red, and now it has turned completely blue.

There was a storm in his heart.

——What kind of monster is this?

He can actually make objects disappear out of thin air!

Songpa asked himself and was sure that he could also do this by lowering his head, but it was absolutely impossible, just holding the item in his hand, without even drawing a spell, and just teleporting the item away through the air!

Before meeting Nanzhou, Songpa always felt that he was an unborn genius.

At least in the southern part of Tyrande, he believes that no one can surpass himself in terms of the ingenuity of lowering the head.

The birth of Nanzhou directly trampled his nearly 40-year self-confidence to the soles of his feet.

The unique dark and mysterious color of Nan Zhou has already elevated his identity to a first-rate head-down master in Songpa's mind.

... No, he is not necessarily a pure head-down master.

By the way, Nanzhou and the others are a tour group from the mysterious Chinese nation.

I heard that in the deep mountains of Yunnan, there is also a witchcraft of the same origin as Tyrande's head-down.

In order to improve his technique of lowering his head, Songpa has specially studied religious cultures from all over the world, and he knows that in the "Vimalakirti Sutra", there is a saying that "Sumeru mustard seeds contain Bodhisattvas".

In this way, is it true that Nanzhou is an authentic Wugu tribe, a member of the Miao tribe?Is it the kind of high priest who wears seedling bells and is covered in silver ornaments?

When did you offend such a person?

Once preconceived, the more Songpa looked at Nanzhou, the more he felt that there were infinite weirdness and secrets in him.

In order to enrich his knowledge and knowledge, Sompa once traveled around East Asian countries, boasting that he had read countless people.

He thinks he can see through the essence of people at a glance.

And under his observation, he was shocked to find that Nan Zhou's demeanor and eyes revealed a kind of curiosity, innocence, sensitivity and intuition similar to that of a little beast.

He doesn't look like someone who has lived in the human world at all.

This discovery made Songpa's only thought of resistance unable to sustain.

What kind of monster is he fighting?

Nan Zhou didn't know that he was just using a basic warehouse system. The imaginative Songpa even conceived the mysterious identity and background for himself.

While Sompa is preoccupied with running the train, he gently and slowly pulls off a heist.

The love potion in the material cabinet, the whole cowhide shrunk down to the size of a grain of rice by the descending technique, the highly poisonous powder ground from snakes, centipedes, poisonous spiders, green scorpions, and toads, and the yin and yang herb planted in the self-made biological box, Nan Zhou unceremoniously put away the seven or eight spell research and development notes that were full of memorization.

Watching the precious materials and records he collected disappear one after another in Nanzhou's hands like magic, Songpa's pupils trembled, and his mentality collapsed.

He sat there, his emotions seemed to be numb, but his lips, arms and legs were shaking together.

Suddenly, a warm and dry hand touched his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

But this pinch seemed to directly pinch Songpa's nerves, causing half of his body to jump up reflexively, and was pressed back to the original place by a well-measured force.

Jiang Fang leaned over and looked at him affectionately, his pale eyes filled with friendly light.

He asked gently: "What are you shaking? What is there to be afraid of?"

Thanks to him, Sompa, who was deeply concerned, trembled even more.

After collecting the study materials, Nanzhou pulled up a chair and sat down on the spot. After putting the notebooks upright and putting them together, he made a high pillow with them, put it on the table, and lay down obediently on it.

Songpa watched his movements with blood dripping from his heart.

These seven or eight notebooks are the essence of Sompa's research on the head drop spell, and are his hard work over the years.

How could Sompa be willing to let him steal his teacher for nothing like this? !

But it's a done deal, and now he's someone else's fish, and he doesn't have any room to put his beak.

That being the case, Songpa simply changed his mind.

In the line of head lowering masters, it is very taboo to perform deep head lowering skills in front of other colleagues.

Seeing that Nan Zhou made a weird move similar to casting a spell in front of him, Songpa gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Well, didn't you claim to come to study?

If you learn from me, I can learn from you!

Who's not a genius?

Sompa tilted his neck indistinctly, and widened his eyes, trying to see every movement of Nan Zhou and every step of casting spells into his eyes.

Just see.

... Then he just watched, Nan Zhou seemed to be a student dozing off between classes at school, he stuck his head to the title page of his notebook, and fell asleep peacefully on his stomach.

After half an hour of high-speed reading, Nan Zhou slowly opened his eyes.

These notebooks, which are old and new, are the result of Songpa's study of talismans all the way. There are not only formed talismans, but also semi-finished ones.

After eliminating many contradictory experimental procedures, Nanzhou has fully understood how to write a head-dropping talisman, and is even a little eager to try it out, wanting to draw one by himself.

Just do it.

He picked up one of the notebooks, walked up to Sompa, and opened page 52 exactly.

There is a new charm that Songpa has just developed a small part of. Its effect is relatively simple and direct, and it is used to curse specific parts of people to bleed.

Nan Zhou turned a new page and drew on it with a pencil. With his artistic talent, he drew a palm-sized concentric circle spell in a few minutes, with the symbol "nose" in the center. Runes for specific organs.

Then, he took out the dried up Sompa blood that he had scraped off from the yellow clay jar, and tapped it lightly in the center of the new talisman.

Songpa's nose became hot and his face changed drastically. Before he reached out to cover it, a tube of nosebleeds poured down and landed on his white robe.

Songpa: "..."

From Nan Zhou's point of view, after completing a preview, he handed in the homework to the teacher.

At present, the after-school homework is very successful, but the teacher seems to have been hit hard, the muscles on the face are twitching, and the teeth are chattering. sequelae.

But in Sompa's eyes, this scene is really deceiving too much.

Nan Zhou just slept like this for a long time between classes, he didn't draw a talisman, he didn't read a mantra, he didn't learn anything, and when he raised his head, he made a new mantra that he had been thinking about for days and still couldn't figure it out. completed.

Nanzhou cared: "Are you okay?"

Songpa barely wiped off the nosebleed, his eyes were burning with grievance, and he replied indiscriminately, "Yes."

"You are a very smart person." Nan Zhou closed his notebook with a very regretful tone, "If you put more effort into your studies, you will definitely have more results."

... This persuasive tone made Songpa frowned.

Songpa's heart was ashamed, and he looked up to the sky and sighed.

When I meet such a person, I also learn how to lower my head.

Leave home and forget it.

The author has something to say:

Boss: Give up, quit, I'm exhausted to be a head-down master, I spend every day trying to study spells, what are the plans?