In the first semester of my freshman year, when Zheng Qing had just entered school, because he was instilled with too much magic knowledge every day, the forbidden spell seeds in the depths of his soul began to pierce the shell and gradually showed signs of germination.
In reality, it is manifested as his increasingly frequent headaches and blood stasis in his eyes that appear from time to time.
At that time, Zheng Qing didn't know the real reason for his headache, so whenever he had abnormalities in his body, he would always panic and look for help from the school, from the library, to the school hospital, and then to professors in various subjects.
After multiple diagnosis, the great wizards of the school determined that Zheng Qing's "head disease" was a "disaster disaster" and was a side effect caused by Zheng Qing's talent of "witnesses", so they taught Zheng Qing's "transformation technique" to avoid disasters.
Of course, after Mr. Wu's analysis, Zheng Qing already knew that the school professor taught him to treat a head disease and was purely blind cats and hit a dead mouse, and used the wrong theory to guide the correct results.
Similarly, he actually does not have the magical talent of divination like "witness".
It is just because the existence of the forbidden mantra will allow Zheng Qing to briefly possess a talent that he longs for the most in his heart when he has a strong desire in his heart at a certain moment. This talent comes from the essence of the forbidden mantra, that is, the forbidden mantra itself has information about the entire world, and everything that the world has will be expressed at a certain level through the forbidden mantra.
However, this kind of talent is temporary and one-time. If you want to experience a specific talent anytime, anywhere, you need Zheng Qing to fully master the forbidden spell in his body, perhaps it is possible.
Of course, if Zheng Qing had a strong desire to have witness talent, he could theoretically feel the talent of the "witness" again, but according to his gentleman, all kinds of magical talents in the wizarding world are countless like stars. To obtain a specific talent, it is almost impossible to catch a pebble with a specified pattern in the sea.
But like the words that Mr. repeatedly emphasized, the forbidden spell has the power to break all "impossible".
So, after more than a year, in this dimly lit hotel in the north district of Beta Town, the young public-funded student who was drunk and confused, accidentally picked up the pebbles he had once caught again.
Tak, Tak.
The crisp sound of footsteps passed through Zheng Qing's body and continued to walk forward.
The scorching sting gradually dissipated, and the memory in my mind became clearer. Zheng Qing knelt on the ground, panting, and raised his hand. Unexpectedly, he saw the light green translucent skin, the crystal bones under the skin, the interlaced muscles, the slender blood vessels, and the white blood flowing in the blood vessels.
Then his eyes passed through his palms and saw the master of the "tag" footsteps - a wizard wearing a heavy cloak and a wide hood. Although the moonlight was bright, the wizard was shrouded in the shadow of the hood and cloak, and could not see anything clearly.
Zheng Qing struggled to stand up, trying to walk around to the wizard and see clearly.
The next second, the strange wizard's hand fell on his waist, took out a heavy book of Dharma, and flipped it open. This action made the guilty fortune teller stop immediately.
call!
A light yellow spell light rose from the Dharma book, and a gentle spell sounded under the moonlight:
"The insects fly, I am willing to dream with my son!"
A few sleepy insects were buzzing and falling into the ears of the statue of the Gu statue on the gatehouse under the curse light. In the blink of an eye, the alchemy creatures who were originally alert to guarding the entrance of Gu Diao Street closed their round eyes and fell into a coma.
Zheng Qing never knew that alchemy creatures would also be affected by the sleeping curse.
After the hypnotic guard, the figure wearing a black cloak did not step past the gatehouse, but set his hands on it, standing in the shadow between the gatehouse and the corner of the wall, waiting patiently. This time, Zheng Qing finally plucked up the courage to stand in front of the cloak figure, but he immediately found that the guy was wearing a crow mask under his hood.
There is a small number ‘number 3’ on the mask.
The boy tried to take off the mask, but it was like catching the moon in the water. He let his hand in the brain of crow No. 3 and he couldn't move a strand of hair, let alone pull off the mask on his face.
Fortunately, this confrontation did not last long.
Soon, a wizard in a North District wearing a beautiful robe hurried out from Gudiao Street. After seeing the No. 3 crow, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
Zheng Qing didn't know who was more surprised by him or the other party.
Because he suddenly realized that he knew this wizard in the North District - of course, he didn't know the name, but before going to bed, in the Sakura Tavern, he saw this wizard in the North District drinking juice and chatting with his companions - and then another thought came to his mind. Is the previous guess of the Yusin Hunting Team true? Does the wizard in the North District really have some close contact with these crows?
After all, Zheng Qing had participated in many hunting competitions. He tried hard to hold back the restlessness in his heart. He did not try to wake up and catch the wizard in the north immediately, but continued to stay next to the two of them and silently collected information.
"I remind you not to find this place!"
Under the exquisite robe's hood is a chubby face, with no hair, eyebrows, or beard. Although the voice is a little annoyed, the face is still smiling, making people feel a cold feeling in their hearts when they look at it.
Crow No. 3 said nothing, staring at him silently, with a faint chill in the air.
Zheng Qing stood between the two of them, looking left and right, and it felt very interesting. I don’t know which of them is more sinister and vicious. But the chubby North District Wizard’s next words made him immediately make a judgment.
"It's gone, I really can't get it!"
The North District Wizard in a beautiful robe finally took the lead in compromise and spoke with a little prayer in his tone. He explained quickly: "Since she came, more and more people in the North District have joined the wizard group she established. No one is willing to sign such a harsh contract. The batch of 'goods' I handed over to you last month was the only thing left to survive. They were originally going to be sold to the Black Pharaoh Brotherhood to enrich their mummy army..."
"When did you play the trick of 'you love and I'?" A cold sarcasm came from the crow's mask: "I never knew that when the largest slave trader in the North District sold slaves, it depends on whether the other party agreed or not?"
"This is not a matter of agreeing or not!"
The chubby wizard in the North District raised his hand and exposed the ruby-embedded ring on his finger, his voice a little annoyed: "Now the better 'materials' in the North District have entered her wizard group. The problem that a sleepy bug could solve, but now a binding spell and a soft-legged spell cannot be solved... I still have a batch of 'materials' for the elderly, weak and disabled. The question is, do you want it?"