The next day, Han Shuo was woken up by a heavy garbage bag.
Han Shuo, who was in the middle of a sweet dream, felt a heavy mountain coming down on him. He quickly jumped out of bed and rubbed his eyes to find a heavy garbage bag on the bed. He immediately understood who it must be and put the garbage through the groceries.
It was thrown through the small window of the library.
Cursing, he kicked the garbage bag out of bed. There was a "plop" sound, and the garbage bag rolled towards the door. Han Shuo was about to bury his head and go back to sleep. Then he thought about someone throwing a garbage bag, which meant that it was definitely getting late.
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I opened the window and looked outside, and found that the sun was already high in the sky. I immediately sighed to myself that I was too exhausted from practicing magic skills yesterday. I must have overslept today. When I got up and got out of bed, I was about to go out quickly, when I suddenly remembered the dream I had yesterday. The dream
It seemed that the little skeleton helped him teach Fei Qi a lesson. Thinking of the last time his dream came true, Han Shuo was startled and quickly looked at the small wooden barrel.
Inside the small wooden barrel, the two dark hand bone rings of the small skeleton were placed on the edge of the wooden barrel, and the left leg bone was swinging on top of the right leg bone, as if enjoying a sauna, looking very carefree.
It looks comfortable.
Seeing that he was still in the small wooden bucket, Han Shuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He pondered for a moment, got up and pushed the small wooden bucket to the bottom of the bed. He blocked the bottom of the bed with a garbage bag before opening the door and preparing for a new day's work.
"Hey, Brian, why did you come here just now?" Jack wiped the stone statues on the way and greeted Brian with a smile from afar.
Han Shuo took a look around and found that no students were passing by on this road. He knew that class must have started by now, and he got up late today.
"Oh, I was hit twice on the head by Fitch yesterday. My brain was drowsy, so I overslept!"
"Hehe!" Jack suddenly chuckled with gloating, and then moved towards Han Shuo slyly, whispering: "Brian, you don't have to be angry. I was listening to the students' speeches on the road this morning, and I knew that Feiqi was there late at night last night.
Here, I was beaten up by the little black seven-winged skeleton that appeared last time, and my face was swollen!"
Han Shuo: "..."
It turns out that yesterday's dream really happened, but it was different from what I imagined. This time the little skeleton moved faster and had already finished the work. No wonder when I looked at the little skeleton in the morning, the little skeleton
The posture lying in the barrel was obviously different from last night.
"Hey, Brian, why don't you say anything? Are you too happy? Haha, I think so. That little black skeleton is really powerful. After Fitch was woken up, I heard that he only saw seven little wings in the end.
As soon as he was stirred up, he jumped out of the window and ran away. Oh! Fitch lived on the fourth floor, so he was not smashed into pieces. It's incredible!"
Han Shuo laughed twice, feeling happy in his heart, and said with a laugh: "Well done, I don't know who summoned the little skeleton to help me get out of my bad mood. I've been really lucky recently!"
In the next few days, nothing bad happened to Han Shuo, and no one came to see Han Shuo to practice magic. During these rare peaceful days, Han Shuo came to the undead magic students to attend classes early in the morning.
Outside the classroom, he was listening to Gene's lecture with a broom in his hand.
Fitch didn't know if it was because of being beaten up by the little skeleton. He didn't come to class in the past few days. He eavesdropped on Gene's explanations about magic knowledge every day. Many magic knowledge that he didn't understand before, he secretly listened to in the past few days.
Listening to this, Han Shuo suddenly became enlightened.
In the evening, Han Shuo first practiced the "Mysterious Ice Demon Flame Art" and transferred the demonic energy bit by bit to the five fingers on the palm of his right hand through the path of the "Mysterious Ice Demon Flame Art". Every time, there was burning pain, but these days Han Shuo
Shuo has already moved the magic energy to the point where it is almost close to his wrist.
Han Shuo continued to study the "Basics of Undead Magic" as usual. He secretly remembered some of the things he didn't understand and waited to eavesdrop on Jean's lecture in the morning to see if they had been mentioned.
Now Han Shuo's food treatment has been improved, and the nutrition in his body has been replenished. In addition, because he is practicing magic skills, Han Shuo's originally weak body has begun to condense some muscles unconsciously, and his short stature seems to have grown taller.
After a while, the whole person's temperament slightly changed.
The changes in Han Shuo were seen by the students of the undead magic. They categorized all Han Shuo's behavior into crazy and stupid. No one paid much attention to Han Shuo. Han Shuo was also happy and relaxed. Every day was the same as usual at work and part-time.
I secretly learned magic and practiced magic skills, and I happily felt the changes in my body.
"Endless darkness, turn into bone arrows of destruction, use me as the will to destroy everything in front of you, bone arrows!" As the spell was completed, a sharp bone arrow suddenly took shape in the void, and under Han Shuo's fingers,
It flew towards a straw man in front of him, but the bone arrow suddenly changed direction midway.
"Snapped!"
The bone arrow exploded suddenly in the middle, and it looked like the direction was a long way off, and it didn't hit the little man made of weeds on the opposite side at all.
Shaking his head, Han Shuo sighed, secretly thinking that understanding is one thing, but using it is another. Han Shuo has been practicing the lowest bone arrow magic near this tomb during this period, and he can't do it every time.
If it is successfully cast, either it cannot be summoned, or the direction is too far, or the bone arrow will explode in the middle.
Han Shuo understood that in order to successfully cast undead magic, repeated practice is necessary. Only through repeated practice can one master the trick and successfully cast the magic without any mistakes.
Every night in the past few days, Han Shuo would practice magic skills for a period of time, and then in the dead of night, he would come to the grave where the "abandoned corpse" had been, and secretly practice undead magic in this place, twisting the little skeleton.
He carried two bags of garbage, threw away the garbage, and then stayed motionless in a grave.
Just when Han Shuo was secretly thinking about what went wrong with his spells, gestures, and use of mental power, he suddenly heard rapid footsteps coming from a distance. Han Shuo was startled and hurried to the tomb next to him.
Hiding among the rocks.
This cemetery is very spacious and very quiet at night. Except for Han Shuo occasionally coming here to throw away some discarded magic materials, there are rarely other people coming here. Han Shuo secretly practices magic here, of course, he does not want to be exposed by others.
I found that when I heard the sound of footsteps, I naturally hid immediately.
After a while, a tall, blue-haired, middle-aged man, whose clothes were stained red with blood, spitting blood at the corner of his mouth, and holding a broad sword, suddenly came into Han Shuo's eyes. He staggered and looked anxious.
He stumbled over to see the direction, and kept peeking behind him.
After arriving at the place where Han Shuo had been testing the undead magic, he suddenly trembled and fell down. At this time, he quickly took out a gray handbag from his chest and plucked it randomly on the soft ground twice.
He stuffed the handbag into the soil, smoothed it with his hands, got up and ran forward.
"Dylan, where else can you escape!" A kind voice came from a distance, a black light flashed, and behind the middle-aged man, a thin old man with a kind face appeared.
He had a kind smile on his face, wore a gilded magic robe, and held a magic wand inlaid with three red, yellow, and sapphires in his left hand. It was obvious at first glance that it was a very precious magic wand.
After this skinny and kind old mage appeared, a group of dark cyan light flew quickly from a distance. When it stopped here, the dark cyan light suddenly disappeared, and then there was a figure with a strong body and very powerful muscles.
A swordsman with a long sword appears.
"Mr. Duke, what should we do with Dylan?" After the swordsman arrived, he stood respectfully beside the mage and asked humbly.
The kind old mage Duke wrinkled his sparse eyebrows, glanced at Dylan who was lying on the ground with blood foam still flowing from the corner of his mouth, and sighed and said: "Poor Dylan, I'm afraid he's gone. He can't
It’s time to continue to suffer this pain, Eric, please help him!”
"Sir, you are so merciful!" Swordsman Eric praised with a strange look on his face, and suddenly rushed towards Dylan who was still running like electricity. Han Shuo only saw a group of dark cyan light, flashing in the void.
Then, Dylan's back was splattered with blood, and he finally fell to the ground motionless.
Eric put away the long sword in his hand, immediately squatted down and flipped randomly on Dylan's body, his face gradually became ugly, and finally stood up and said to Duke helplessly: "Mr. Duke, the thing is not on him anymore!"
"How is that possible!" Duke was startled, his face changed slightly, he shook the magic wand in his hand, and Dylan's body suddenly flew into the void in front of Duke. Duke recited a wind magic spell, and several sharp wind blasts
The blade suddenly took shape in the void, flying with a "whoosh", tearing the clothes of Dylan's body into pieces.
Han Shuo hid behind the rocks and could see everything clearly. Eric suddenly flew out just now, his sword glowing with dark blue light. He was obviously an advanced swordsman.
For such a high-level swordsman to respect Duke so much, it means that Duke's identity or strength is even more powerful. Now that Han Shuo saw killing someone for the first time, he felt confused and his heart was beating very fast.
"It's really not on him!" Duke frowned and muttered to himself, then shook the magic wand in his hand, and Dylan's naked body was thrown to the ground like garbage.
Duke's magic wand shook again, and a strong wave of mental power surged towards Han Shuo quickly. Han Shuo's body was involuntarily carried away, flying towards Duke.
"Hey, how did you know I was there?" Han Shuo was panicked in his heart and even more panicked in his mouth. He yelled while dancing in the air.
"Haha, what a cute and innocent young man! Looking at your clothes, you seem to be from the Babylon Academy of Magic and Martial Arts, right?" Duke looked at Han Shuo kindly. After saying this, Han Shuo suddenly fell from the void to the ground.
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"Yes, I'm a handyman from Babylon College. I came here to throw away magic waste. I didn't see anything just now. Well, it's getting late. You can continue chatting. I'll go back first."
Han Shuo stood up from the ground. After saying these words with a pure face, he first took two steps towards the Babylon Academy of Magic. Then his speed suddenly increased and he ran away with all his strength. He thought to himself
These two people may be bad for me because of their strange appearance, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.
"Haha, this young man has some ghosts. Eric, give him a gift!" Behind Han Shuo, Duke chuckled and said kindly.
As soon as Duke's voice fell, Han Shuo felt a strong air flow approaching him quickly.