Turtle back inkstone, pine ink, purple soft pen, yellow paper.
Then add a red card.
With the drop of blood squeezed out from his scratched finger, Zheng Qing quickly drew a forgetting talisman above the standard level, wrapped it into a talisman bullet, and stuffed it into the talisman gun.
A new slender tube immediately appeared in the sea of consciousness. One end was inserted into the blue air mass, and the other end was connected to the tail of the rune bomb. One after another, violent magic power surged into the rune bomb visible to the 'naked eye'.
Zheng Qing felt that the pain in his mind was getting lighter.
"That's enough," he rubbed his sore forehead and looked at the blurry face behind the door: "What should I do next? Can I just shoot you in the head?"
This statement is a bit cold.
"Theoretically, it doesn't necessarily need to be hit directly on the head...any part of my body can do it." The owner of the old house was not annoyed by the young wizard's straightforward words, and his tone seemed particularly tolerant: "It's just that before that,
Almost."
"What's wrong?"
"Old-school wizards, like me, when we do a strange experiment and are about to complete it, we will always place our last hope on some great and mysterious existence... Therefore, at this time, we usually put our hands together and say something deep in our hearts.
Say something silently - May Merlin bless you and make this rune bullet astonishingly effective."
"At this time," Zheng Qing took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time, curling his lips: "Merlin should be snoring or grinding his teeth, and has no time to answer our small prayers."
"Does Merlin snore too?" Zhu Si curled up in Jiang Yu's arms and looked at the witch curiously.
While Jiang Yu was still thinking about how to answer this question accurately and appropriately, Fatty Xin standing next to him helped her solve this problem first.
"Of course," the fat man said with a stern look on his face, "Many people have heard it...it is said that Merlin's snoring sounds like the sound made by a crow when it is boiled in a cauldron."
"Wow." The little witch opened her eyes wide and let out a meaningless sigh. But she didn't know whether she was sighing that a great wizard like Merlin could snore, or she was surprised that the fat man actually knew such a secret thing.
Zheng Qing also sighed in admiration from the bottom of his heart, but he was just marveling at the fat man's talent, being able to link everything to eating.
But on the surface, he did not participate in the topic of the little witch. Instead, he followed the wishes of the old house owner and patiently clasped his hands together and muttered the four words "Merlin bless you" in a low voice, turning it over and over again many times.
Next to him, the thin tentacle split at the top at some point, and the two ends were folded together. Seven or eight mouths on the tentacle prayed in unison, and the dark eyes looked into the dark night, full of piety.
Inexplicably, Zheng Qing felt pity for this rumored dark wizard.
But he immediately got rid of the wavering in his heart and regained his determination. After all, compared with this old wizard who had lived for countless years, the situation of these young wizards was more dangerous.
After praying, Zheng Qing picked up the talisman gun in his hand again, aimed at the blurry face behind the door, and kept his hands steady.
"Is it okay to just shoot?" He squinted one eye and asked subconsciously, but the forest that was razed to the ground not long ago could not help but come to mind.
Zheng Qing was very worried that if the shot went down, the tall Kela Mountain in front of him would be destroyed.
"Okay," the blurry face behind the door looked out further, and at the same time told the young wizard: "Aim a little closer, don't worry about my safety... It's just a talisman bullet that affects the soul."
"We are not worried about your safety," the fortune teller said on behalf of Zheng Qing, expressing his inner uneasiness: "We are just worried about what if something unexpected happens and we can't find the way up the mountain."
This explanation sounds a bit cold.
Zheng Qing immediately added: "Of course, it would be best if nothing unexpected happens."
The blurry face behind the door tilted to one side, with an expression that seemed a little confused: "The way up the mountain...and the way home are hidden on the peas under the pot of mushroom soup, haven't I already told you?
"
Xiao Xiao stood out from the crowd, and in the eyes of the owner of the old house and his companions, he walked straight towards the dark crucible, then squatted down and rubbed the crucible with the quill in his hand.
The emerald green feathers passed through the dark pottery wall of the crucible without any hindrance, as if they were just passing through a layer of phantom.
Zheng Qing frowned.
Although he guessed that the owner of the old house would not let them easily get the bean, the fact that the crucible that had been under his eyes was a shadow was a bit beyond his expectation.
"What does this mean?" The young hunting team leader lowered his eyelids, looked at the seven or eight dark eyes on the tentacles beside him, and asked calmly.
The mouths on the tentacles explained in various directions:
"The prisoners' dilemma... No one believes that the other party will think about others, everyone is living in the way that is best for themselves!"
"The charm of magic! Only when you truly complete my conditions and eliminate the pollution can you get the bean."
"It has nothing to do with fairness, it's just a little bit of old people's wisdom in survival."
"But just like I have no choice... you actually have no more choices."
"Maybe it's all just a nasty joke of fate!"
Zheng Qing ignored the tentacles twisting crazily under his nose, blocked the noisy voice in his ears, and looked at Xiao Xiao: "What do you think?"
The doctor was silent for a few seconds and nodded: "Let's shoot."
Zheng Qing said nothing and pulled the trigger.
boom!
Remington's stubby gun has many runes that are unstable, and the colors of gold and silver complement each other. The newly wrapped rune bullets rushed out of the barrel, with a trace of blood and a touch of green, and went straight towards the blurry picture behind the door.
face.
Snapped!
The door to the front door of the room suddenly opened. Although it was only for a short moment, Zheng Qing seemed to see a vast world hidden behind the door - in that world, a huge and twisted black shadow stood in it, with dozens of
Thick tentacles were waving all over the sky, welcoming the light green that shot out from behind the door.
The fuzzy face that has been dealing with Zheng Qing and others, including those soft tentacles, is like a tiny aerial root of a huge banyan tree hanging down by the water.
The moment is fleeting.
The talisman bomb rushed into the front door of the house with that touch of green.
boom!
The door followed the figure of Fu Dan, and with a strong wind, it slammed shut. The young public-funded student who was shocked by that world and that huge figure woke up, and it was like a sound of alarm, calming down the restlessness.
of night.
The small courtyard fell into a dead silence, and even the gurgling boiling soup in the crucible restrained its temper.
This chapter has been completed!