Chapter 58: The Power of the Curse of Blood Light (3/4)
Xi Tong turned around and returned to the Internet cafe, preparing to collect some more spiritual energy.
The refugee is playing games wholeheartedly. After all, Xi Tong has just given him a graduation outfit, so how can he not have a good time?
When Xi Tong arrived, he found a person standing behind the refugees. So he quietly walked behind a buddy next to him, staring at the buddy's screen, but his ears were eavesdropping on Nan Ming's conversation.
"Brother is in a hurry. We have to move faster these days."
Refugee: "Damn, I'm so worried. I don't leave school every day. Whenever I leave school, Xi Tong is with me. What can I do?"
"Grandma, how about we beat up that troublesome Xi Tong?"
Refugee: "The person I want to beat the most in the world is the person named Xi Tong, and you have to say that?"
"How about we do it tonight? Prepare a sack and put it on his head, then hit him and run away. Or get a stun baton and make him lie down with one move."
Refugee: "Okay, you go and prepare things. I'll clean the abyss twice first. Remember to bring me a meal when you come over at noon."
"Okay, I'm leaving first!"
The refugee saw Xi Tong and said, "Brother, why are you back?"
I've been working secretly. If I don't come back, I don't know if you want to beat me up.
"I lost my key. Come look for it."
An anxious look suddenly appeared on the refugee's face, "Brother, have you found it?"
"No!"
"It's all my fault!" The refugee said with self-blame on his face, but found it hard to say.
Xi Tong naturally knew what he meant, but Xi Tong didn't care.
He patted the refugee on the shoulder and said, "How can I blame you? I was just careless."
Shoot and shoot, shoot and shoot, shoot and shoot...
"I'll go back to the dormitory and look for it. Maybe I didn't bring it out."
"Okay, brother, please slow down on the road. Be careful of people who run red lights when crossing the road."
This is all experience!
Xi Tong waved his hand, "Okay, I understand. I'll treat you to dinner when you have time."
"How can I ask my eldest brother to invite you? It's my turn to invite you. Whenever your eldest brother is free, call me or send me a WeChat message. I'll definitely be there."
Looking at the aura in the system space, Xi Tong sighed in his heart, the refugee is simply a humanoid spirit. In the future, he must have more contact with him and find opportunities to spread more wool!
Then, the system drew another 300 ml of blood and made two blood-light curse scrolls.
Losing 600 ml of blood all at once is a bit too much even for Xi Tong's physique.
Only then did Xi Tong understand that although the curse was extremely powerful, the price was also extremely high.
Let’s not talk about paper and spiritual energy. Just talk about using blood as a medium. The lowest curse scroll requires 50 ml of blood.
It doesn't sound like much, but there is a success rate in making scrolls. New magicians can't even make scrolls 5% of the time.
To sum it up, if a magic apprentice wants to make the lowest level curse scroll, he needs to consume 1000 ml of blood. If he is unlucky, he will be out of luck.
This is true for the lowest level of curse, let alone a high level one.
Therefore, people who practice curse magic look ghostly and skinny. Then they try to use the blood of other creatures as a medium for casting spells. As a result, they are turned into aliens and everyone screams and beats them.
And Xi Tong!
Because the system produces each scroll, we strive for excellence and maximize the performance and characteristics of the materials without wasting any bit. The most important thing is that the success rate is 100%!
Not a drop of blood is wasted!
From then on, Xi Tong embarked on the road of selling blood. 150 ml of blood was exchanged for a bloody disaster for the enemy.
Designate a target!
Must succeed!
Ignore distance!
Ignore defense!
Xi Tong used another Blood Curse, targeting the person who just spoke to the refugee.
An hour later, Xi Tong saw an update on the refugee circle of friends:
"My gauze buddy, when buying anti-wolf sticks, I chose a leaky one and even electrocuted myself. Then, I stayed with him in the hospital to comfort my injured heart."
I also brought four carefully selected four-frame photos. The person behind the big black face who served as the background was none other than the guy from the Internet cafe.
Xi Tong gave a casual compliment and said: "Fortunately, he didn't buy an anti-slip stick (funny)"
The refugee also immediately responded with an "I understand instantly" expression.
A minute later, the refugee's cell phone rang. When he saw "The God of Wealth" written on the caller ID, the refugee immediately cheered up.
"Hey, boss, I'm not lazy. It's not even noon yet. I'll go to work later."
"No! I know you are in the hospital. Let me ask you something, who is the person named 'Study Well' who interacted with you in the circle of friends just now? How do you know him?"
The refugee immediately told how he got to know Xi Tong, and his tone was full of praise.
Zhao Dachuan on the opposite side was immediately disgusted.
Damn it, I've been treating you to dinner, singing songs, and bathing you every now and then for a year, but I haven't seen you admire me so much.
You call me "Boss" and you call him "Big Brother". Damn it, didn't you two just know each other for an hour?
The refugee suddenly woke up and asked doubtfully: "What, boss, do you know my elder brother?"
Listening to the other party's wary tone, Zhao Dachuan felt like a knife was poking at his heart.
I feel so angry, but I still have to keep a smile on my face.
"We drank together, how could we not know each other?"
The refugee said "Oh" and did not continue to ask, "Boss, it's almost 12 o'clock. I have to go to work and wait for my good news."
"Go, go, go!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Dachuan's face instantly darkened. He touched the dense band-aids on his body, and his face became even more gloomy.
Damn crazy woman, there is actually a steel wire in the whip, it feels great, but there are bloody wounds all over her body. After the passion, there is no part of her body that does not hurt.
Something's wrong today!
Zhao Dachuan couldn't tell what happened, but a series of unexpected and beyond-control things happened, which made him deeply uneasy.
Especially this matter involves Xi Tong.
Zhao Dachuan was so angry that his liver ached and his stomach hurt when he thought of this country idiot.
"no!"
"We can't stay here any longer!"
There was a delicate snort next to him, the silk was gently stirred, and an arm like mutton-fat white jade stretched out, like a soft and boneless silver snake, coiled around Zhao Dachuan's waist, and accurately grabbed the prey.
Zhao Dachuan shivered, and the blood all over his body burned instantly.
The resentment and dissatisfaction that had just arisen in my heart disappeared in an instant, leaving only the raging and burning desire.
But Zhao Dachuan still used his perseverance to catch the little hand that wanted to do whatever he wanted, then picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on his body.
The woman did not continue teasing, but stood up and sat up. The silky silk slipped over her sharp shoulders like running water, turned a graceful arc in the middle, and then went all the way down.
Zhao Dachuan looked back at the beautiful scenery exposed in the air, then bit the tip of his tongue and drank the bottled water from the bedside.
"Wait for me, I will come back within three months at most!" Zhao Dachuan lifted the woman's chin and kissed her heavily, "Don't eat secretly while I'm away!"
The woman smiled coquettishly and pushed Zhao Dachuan away, "If you don't steal, I won't steal. If you steal once, I will steal twice... hum..."