Hunter, a boy with glasses, relies on the Book of Magic to cast spells, but the price is not high at all, except that it will not happen to him, but to the people around him.
He originally had two good friends in school, a little black girl and a naughty kid. These two people disappeared not long after he became a sorcerer.
No one was seen alive, no body was found after death, and even today, he is still considered missing.
Later, the price of the spell fell on Hunter's family. His father and mother drove to the supermarket for shopping, but they had a car accident on the road, and the car hit a telephone pole on the side of the road.
His mother exploded on the spot, and his father lost an arm, which was considered fatal.
This was also the main reason why he erased his memory and decided to retire after one of his magic teachers died, because he finally realized that it was actually his fault that people close to him died one after another.
But even so, the man was too stimulated and turned into a useless person who could only drink and watch TV. Maomao suspected that even if Deathstroke reattached the man's arm, he would not cheer up.
A person's heart is dead, that's it.
"I'm not Mary Mary. It's impossible to resurrect his wife, and death won't agree to it either."
Su Ming tapped the cat's little nose, and the cool touch made him want to laugh:
"But think about it, my wife died, and as a right-hander, I lost my right arm. Isn't this too tragic? Now I can get his right hand back so that he can comfort himself in the dead of night. It's better than
Are you going to hold everything back to be strong?"
"You'd better say 'things', meow..." Thousand Cats' Dream turned into dead fish eyes. It looked at the up and down movement of the death knell and shook its cat's head: "Well, help this one."
The decadent middle-aged people have become healthy again, and we can be considered equal to Hunter, which makes us feel more at ease."
The Wuren family doesn't like to owe favors. Although Hunter has recovered his ability to cast spells, there is still a question about how long his father can live...
Su Ming raised his hand and used quantum concepts to accelerate cell division and replication in his body, reshape the drunk man's arm, and said at the same time:
"Looking back, I will teach Hunter a technique of self-hypnosis. I can see that the "Book of Magic" will read his thoughts, and the people closest to him in his memory will die first, one after another, and sooner or later they will all die.
; At this time, you need to hypnotize yourself and make him think that the people closest to him are street gangsters or scum such as wanted criminals on the Internet. In this way, the people around him will be safe."
He learned this trick from Monaco. He hypnotized himself to treat rabbits as his children. Although it was still painful, but without this hand, with his habit of casting powerful black magic by raising his hand, I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible.
He would have gone crazy or died a long time ago.
Yes, the Supreme Mage can't cast spells, but he understands psychology. The method of hypnosis is not difficult. Just light a voodoo mushroom cigar for Hunter.
As for whether others will die or not, that is not a question that Deathstroke needs to consider. Helping Hunter save the only remaining relatives and friends around him is already a sufficient reward for his help today.
While the man and the cat were talking, the temporary super self-healing ability took effect. In his sleep, various human tissues grew out of the broken part of the man's arm like wriggling maggots.
Bones and muscles are formed first, then nerves and blood vessels, and finally skin and hair.
When this guy sobers up, he will probably find out this good news. I hope he can use his right hand to heal the pain of losing his wife as soon as possible and get out of this psychological haze.
Although Hunter's spellcasting ability is not bad, he is still a teenager. It is still too difficult to live completely on his own. If you look at this house, you can't even find a complete piece of furniture. The dust on the ground can be used to build a house and a lake.
The wall is up.
"You are really a good person, meow." The cat puffed up his cheeks and rubbed his neck with his tail. "It's just that the thinking and logic are a little dark, but it's quite realistic."
After saying that, it jumped off Deathstroke's shoulder and went to check the man's new arm. Except that the skin was much lighter in color, there was nothing bad about it.
The blood vessels were unobstructed and the nerve reflex speed was normal, so it used its cat paws to show a furry thumb to the death knell.
"Not a good person, just a fair deal." Deathstroke lit a cigarette, sat on the arm of the sofa, watching boring programs on TV, and asked Strangler to find the remote control: "Hunter helped me.
If he's busy, I won't treat him badly, it's the rules of a mercenary."
"What about me?" The cat pointed at itself with its paws and raised its tail: "I have done my best this time, cat. What benefits are you going to give me?"
"How about catnip? Don't you like it very much?" Su Ming took out a box from his pocket, opened it, and put it under the cat's little nose: "This is top quality, I'll give you ten boxes."
"Meow, it's better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. I'm a cat and I understand this." The cat hugged the can, buried its head in it and sucked: "Teach me how to grow catnip, I'm going to
In the Kingdom of Dreams, a piece of land is dedicated to growing it."
"I'm afraid not." Su Ming touched the cat's ears and said regretfully: "You will get sick just by smelling it. How can you plant it? I'm afraid you will eat up all the newly germinated seeds."
After hearing this statement, the cat was a little helpless. It was about to say something, but suddenly swallowed it back and twitched its perked ears.
"Death knell, it seems we are surrounded."
"I feel it. It's not for us. Don't worry."
The smiling Su Ming waved his hand, and the force closed all the curtains in the room. Strangler also found the remote control sitting under Hunter's father's butt, and turned down the sound and brightness of the TV. In this way, with the help of
There are not bright street lights on the street, and you can see a silent army slowly walking towards the other end of the road outside the window.
They all have no heads, and they don't even have any decent weapons. They should be transformed from civilians, but the immortality of living corpses is still very threatening to ordinary people.
The key is that there are too many and the darkness is overwhelming. Although they do not attack the buildings on the roadside and seem to be marching towards a certain destination, such a scene can easily alarm other living people and make the situation uncontrollable.
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"The living corpse created by Proraya." The big cat also lowered his voice and peeked out through the gap in the curtain: "Really, where are all the British superheroes? How could they let such a thing in?
London City?”
"There may be a football match tonight, right? Maybe those people celebrating after the game drank too much." Su Ming dragged the cat back, held it in his arms, and continued to bring the catnip can to it: "Ignore these things, we