The priest took out a book from the inside of his clothes. There was a drop of pitch-black blood on the book, and above the drop of blood, three words were written.
Tearer.
That's the name of this book.
The book looks old, and the paper pages have turned yellow due to age.
However, this book is in fairly good condition. At least Lu Qing didn't see any damage on the book.
"This was found on the body of the original user of this flying knife. I don't know how many generations it has been passed down. Let me take a look. If you want to use this weapon..."
The priest flipped through the pages for a while, then suddenly frowned and said:
"It happened a long time ago, but I actually remembered it wrong. There are still side effects of the ritual. If this ritual is used, the body temperature of the user will be lowered."
"Lower body temperature?"
Lu Qing was stunned for a moment, then asked:
"Is the drop serious? If the body temperature drops, what impact will it have on me?"
The priest shook his head and said:
"It won't have any impact. The function of this ritual is not to lower the temperature in your body, but to lower your body's normal body temperature. In other words, lowering your body temperature will have no impact on you, but your body temperature will be different from that of ordinary people."
In comparison, it will be lower.”
"In this case, this side effect is not too serious." Lu Qing thought for a while and said.
"You think things are too simple." The priest shook his head and said:
"Lower body temperature still has an impact on people. To give a simple example, when you are sick, doctors will not be able to rely on your body temperature to judge your status."
"This will indeed cause some trouble." Lu Qing thought.
After thinking for a while, Lu Qing looked at the priest and nodded:
"I can accept it, let me hold the ceremony!"
Normal people's body temperature must not be lowered casually, otherwise it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, such as illness.
But according to what the priest said, changing one's normal body temperature should not cause the body to get sick.
Moreover, the previous Rippers had nothing to do with it, so why would something happen to her?
"Okay, then let me teach you how to perform the ritual."
After the priest carefully read the contents of the book several times, he closed the book in his hand. He pulled out the mithril sword from his waist and carved a circular magic circle on the ground.
This magic circle is surprisingly simple. Of course, this is from a structural point of view. Even if it is such a simple magic circle, Lu Qing cannot draw it at all.
After all, not everyone can master the skill of drawing a circle with bare hands.
After the priest's magic circle was carved, the priest took out a small glass bottle from his waist and poured the powder inside evenly onto the carved magic circle.
Lu Qing recognized the powder in the glass bottle, which was the ghost powder left behind by the previous evil spirits when they died.
After the magic circle was completely completed, the priest turned to look at Lu Qing and said:
"You go and stand in the center of this magic circle, and then insert these twelve flying knives evenly into the outermost ring of the magic circle."
Lu Qing did not hesitate and did as the priest said. She walked to the center of the magic circle, then took out the tearers and inserted them one by one into the outermost ring of the magic circle.
The considerate priest had already carved the scratches with his mithril sword, but Lu Qing didn't need to estimate the location himself.
When all the flying knives were fixed, Lu Qing was surprised to find that the silk thread wrapped around the end of the flying knives stretched strangely.
Obviously the length is not enough, but these lines straighten up in such a strange way, forming huge triangles. At the same time, the ghost powder on the magic circle is emitting a faint blue light.
"Don't be stunned. Next, try to shed a drop of blood from each finger on the dagger. There are still two daggers left, and use the blood from the palm of your hand."
"A drop of blood on every dagger?"
Lu Qing was stunned when she heard the priest's words. It was not that it was troublesome. After all, compared with the trouble, letting every finger bleed a drop of blood, and finally adding the palm, which was really too much for Lu Qing.
A little exciting.
In her memory, any wound on her hand, even a small hole made by pulling out a "barb", would make her grin in pain.
"Huh, calm down. This kind of thing will definitely happen in the future. I need to get used to it."
Forcing herself to calm down, Lu Qing pulled out the mithril dagger and started to attack the thumb of her left hand.
Fortunately, the sharpness of the mithril dagger is very guaranteed. My thumb just touched the tip of the knife lightly, and a drop of bright red blood flowed from the wound.
Lu Qing, who was well prepared, naturally let the drop of blood fall on the first dagger smoothly.
Miraculously, this drop of blood seemed to be bound by something, floating quietly above the flying knife.
"It really hurts."
With this thought in mind, Lu Qing quickly aimed at the second finger...
The priests and hunters who were watching Lu Qing's ceremony saw expressions of approval on their faces when they saw that she was able to carry out the ceremony so decisively.
Whether it is Lu Qing's smooth and fair skin, her slender and soft arms, and her palms without a trace of calluses, it can be seen that she is a person who has not suffered much.
However, she was able to carry out the ceremony without any complaints, which really surprised the hunter and the priest.
But after all, this was the first time Lu Qing had done something like this, and the accident happened.
That was when Lu Qing switched to the other hand, because the previous hand had already suffered five wounds from the mithril dagger. As a result, when Lu Qing was holding the knife, he could not hold the handle tightly because of the pain.
When I touched the first finger of my right hand, I accidentally made a large wound!
Blood flowed out from the wound. Lu Qing gritted his teeth, held back the pain, and pointed the dagger at his second finger.
When all five fingers of this hand were finished, Lu Qing used the mithril dagger to lightly scratch the palm, and dripped blood on one of the last two daggers.
"hiss!"
Lu Qing took a breath. When she changed the dagger to her other hand, the wound on her palm came into contact with the blade of the mithril dagger. The strong stinging sensation almost made Lu Qing throw the dagger in her hand.
go out.
He made the last stab tremblingly, and when the blood flowed on the last dagger, the magic circle finally changed.
The blood flowing in Lu Qing's hands disappeared one after another, and then, the twelve flying knives inserted on the ground began to tremble violently, and the triangular silk threads loosened and turned into waves and swayed continuously.
The ghost powder on the ground released a strong light. Under the illumination of this light, Lu Qing felt as if some changes had taken place in her body, and even the wounds on her hands healed unconsciously.
With a thought, the flying knife stuck on the ground instantly flew out of the soil and was placed neatly on Lu Qing's palm.
Gently hooking up a silk thread with her fingers, Lu Qing's arm instantly exerted force and threw it to the side!
"Boom!"
A flying knife was carried by the silk thread and flew out, piercing the tree trunk nearby. At the end of the flying knife, a straightened silver-white silk thread was hiding in the air.
PS: This book has been officially signed, so starting from today, I will update it twice every day.
Well, the contract has been signed, and there are double updates, so what...