The special talisman Zheng Qing mentioned was not that the method of making the talisman was special, but that the talisman used to wrap the talisman was different. The talisman used in his bullet was drawn with his blood.
As far as most wizards are concerned, very few people use blood to draw talismans nowadays.
On the one hand, it is dangerous. If the talisman paper is not burned completely and the blood is taken away by the enemy, all kinds of strange curses will come within two hours; on the other hand, drawing blood talismans will cause a huge physical burden on the wizard, and even serious
Lifespan will be lost.
Therefore, even if there is a place where blood is used in the talisman, it is only a few drops of blood from the fingertips and crossing the foot of the talisman after drawing the talisman. Just like what Zheng Qing did when he drew the talisman for Li Meng in the Wandering Bar last semester.
But whatever has disadvantages, there are also advantages. Not only are the talismans drawn by the wizard's own blood easier to use, but they are also several times more powerful than those talismans outlined with dragon's blood ink or cinnabar. Therefore, this ancient talisman-drawing technique
In the end it was passed down.
After the winter hunting meeting, considering that his combat methods were very limited, Zheng Qing learned from the pain, drew several blood charms, and finally wrapped three blood charm bullets, just in case. These charm bullets were usually hidden in gray cloth bags
In a small box made of paulownia wood.
Considering that the environment where blood talismans need to be used is definitely very harsh, he draws evil-suppressing talismans with a wider range of applications. Whether facing monsters or those sneaky moon creatures, this kind of talisman has a very good effect.
restraint effect.
I originally thought that these ‘Evil Suppressing Talisman Bullets’ would lie dormant in the paulownia wood box for a long time, but unexpectedly it was time to use them now.
After pressing a scarlet-blooded talisman bullet into the Remington's magazine, the pressure in Zheng Qing's heart finally eased a little. He raised his head, looked over the side of the ship, and looked at the monster squatting on the rocks in the distance.
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The giant frog-shaped beast named the Descendant of Tsathogua squinted its eyes and sat lazily on the rock, as if the string of spells that the old boatman had attacked it with were the spring breeze blowing on its face, without any sign of anger or anger.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Zheng Qing always felt that behind its narrowed eyes, there was a line of sight that was carefully observing him.
Like the young public-sponsored student, the old man Bernard Shaw did not relax his vigilance because of the calm performance of the descendant of Tsathogya. When the ferry boat turned, he still threw a series of powerful sleeping spells in an attempt to make the monster more calm:
"There is no sleep in the night!" "There is no sleep in the bed!" "There is no sleep in the bed!"
These spells are not offensive, but are used as control spells. In this environment, such spells appear to be more reliable.
The old man made his choice very carefully, but he still underestimated the insidiousness of the descendants of Tsathogya.
At the same time that the old boatman threw the sleeping spell, the monster opened its huge mouth slightly, and a red shadow shot out, hitting the center of the ferry boat.
At the end of the attack direction of Red Shadow, there happened to be a young public-funded student, leaning out half of his body, holding a rune gun in his hand.
"How outrageous!" the old boatman yelled angrily. He dipped his pennies in the river and picked up a big, plump fish that was about three inches long and hit the red shadow in the air.
The big fish arrived first and blocked the middle of Red Shadow's path.
"puff."
There was a dull sound like a piece of mud hitting a rotten wood, and the red shadow hit the big fish.
In just an instant, the big fish was drained of all its energy and spirit under Zheng Qing's horrified eyes, and turned into a dried fish. After Chi Ying retreated, it fluttered back into the river with the wind, spinning on the water surface.
After a few laps, it sank silently to the bottom of the river.
Not a single ripple was caused.
It makes people feel chilly when they look at it.
Zheng Qing took a breath, tightened his fingers, and subconsciously pulled the trigger of the rune gun.
"Snapped!"
A dazzling red light flashed out from the barrel of the gun held by Zheng Qing, and at the same time, a slight explosion sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.
The red talisman enveloped the dazzling light and sank silently into the body of the frog monster.
The old boatman looked back at Zheng Qing, nodded, and then shook his head - the nod was to praise the young wizard's decisive move. Many young people did not have the courage to attack when facing the monster; the shake of the head was to express his gratitude to Zheng Qing.
Qing's attack method was disapproving, and he signaled him to stop doing useless work.
In the old man's opinion, just one rune bomb might not even be able to scratch the skin of the frog monster. It would be of little help to the current situation, so it was better not to waste the precious rune bombs.
As if to illustrate the old man's reaction, the descendant of Tsathoggua ignored the talisman bullets attacking him, and even had the mood to grin at the young wizard.
Zheng Qing seriously suspected that it was laughing at him.
"I said..." He turned to look at the old boatman. Just after he said two words, he was interrupted by a scream from beside him.
"What is that?!" The Gypsy Witch's shocked voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.
Zheng Qing turned around and was stunned.
The frog monster that was grinning at him just now had a distorted expression. His eyes that were originally narrowed to a slit were widened, and his wide mouth opened wide, letting out a silent howl that everyone could feel.
Along with its miserable howl, streaks of golden-red light wrapped in red flames burst out from inside its body, tearing its originally tall and sturdy body apart. The soft black hairs on the surface of the frog monster's body burst into flames.
It curled up and became scorched under the heat, and black-gray smoke evaporated and curled up.
"Fuck!"
The old man Bernard Shaw, who was standing at the bow of the boat, used two vulgar, frivolous words that were very inconsistent with his status to describe his current mood. This was also Zheng Qing's current mood.
Just for a moment.
The descendant of Satugua, who seemed to be arrogant and powerful just now, turned into a puddle of black mud with a slight "blop" sound, and fell onto the rocks with a clatter.
The cold wind blows, and the silent forest becomes quiet.
Only a few wisps of white smoke rising from the rocks explained to the passing ferry boat what had just happened.
a long time.
The old man Bernard Shaw was hoarse and asked the young public-funded student in a low voice: "What charm did you just use? Where was it customized?"
Zheng Qing half-opened his mouth, looking blankly at the mess on the rocks in the distance, blinking, and then looking back at the old boatman, as if he wanted to confirm that what he saw was the truth.
"Did I do this?" His voice sounded a little hollow in the cold wind, and then he denied it with a very firm voice: "No, I didn't do this... It has nothing to do with me!"
This is very critical.
The ownership of all creatures in the Silent Forest belongs to First University. Any hunting or capture without permission will result in a scary fine.
Zheng Qing's small treasury could not even pay the minimum fine.
Therefore, he absolutely cannot admit that the monster's transformation into mud has nothing to do with him.
Maybe that monster likes to turn into a pile of mud on weekdays - everyone knows that the frogs at First University are all abnormal creatures, and none of them are normal.