The long-needle egg was put away and replaced with a mouse upside down with a glass cover.
This is an ordinary classic mouse that steals household food. It is plump and sturdy, and has nothing to do with cute half-cents.
It is such a respectful face that it is difficult to make people feel sympathetic.
Therefore, except for the players who are in the mission and can easily empathize with such small animals that are slaughtered by others, other tourists are very interested.
The head-lowering master picked up the small silver scissors and cut off a wisp of mouse whiskers.
The rat whiskers were tied to three special thatchs and lit with candles, giving off a peculiar smell.
At the moment when the smoke rose, the head descender inserted the tip of the burning thatched grass into the glass cover along the air hole the size of half a fingernail.
The head descendant's lips parted, chanting a complicated and inexplicable mantra.
The mouse was hidden in the transparent glass cover by the thin smoke.
It twitched its slender nose slightly.
Gradually, a greedy and fanatical light gathered in its eyes.
It straightened its upper body, its tiny claws curled up in front of its chest, and twitched its nose frantically, like a drug addict in the human world.
After inhaling a sufficient amount of smoke, it raised its paws and began to dance inside the glass cover...
That dance has no meaning at all, just pure frenzy.
It is like one of the ancient rituals, dancing to try to convey the adoration of this mysterious smoke.
It spun around frantically until it hit the glass cover with a thud, and there was no more sound.
The emcee introduced, "This is the magical descent."
Fantastic descent, as the name suggests, is a descent that allows creatures to cause hallucinations.
Nan Zhou raised his hand and asked, "So, what will you see?"
Nanzhou guessed that it might have seen the god of cheese.
The emcee's mood was greatly affected by the needle that suddenly appeared, and he frowned when he saw that this talkative young man was looking for trouble again.
… He has his own way of dealing with these unbelieving stinging tourists.
"He doesn't believe what you're doing, he thinks it's fake," he said to the descendant in Thai with a strong local accent.
Jiang Fang on the side frowned subtly.
But he thought about it and said nothing.
The shriveled and shriveled head-lowering master who was wrapped in a cloak raised his eyelids and looked at Nanzhou.
Only then did Nan Zhou see his eyes clearly.
Those eyes were reddish-brown, like dead wood beads frozen in their sockets.
Nan Zhou looked at him calmly.
Unfortunately, the head descendant quickly turned his eyes away.
Nan Zhou, a serious student, still did not wait for his answer.
Nan Zhou, who was left out by Teacher Cheap, didn't mind, and continued to listen with his head up.
Since the head-dropping is of a performance nature, of course, it is the one that has quick and outstanding effects and is popular among the masses.
… such as Harmony.
When two clumps of cat hair and a kind of mashed worm grease burned in the red mud box, the two cursed kittens made peace on the spot.
This is really lively and interesting, and won the applause.
There are not a few viewers who are interested in this descending head.
The master of ceremonies was very satisfied with the effect of this event, and of course the usual sales promotion was indispensable.
For those who want the master to assist in performing the Healing and Healing Techniques, it is 12,000 baht per person.
If you think the price is too expensive, you can also self-taught. After this performance, there will be a guide book written by the head-turner for sale.
Because the master feels that he has a relationship with all the tourists present, he can win it for only 3,000 baht.
Other tourists were really moved, and began to rustle out their wallets to see if they had exchanged enough baht.
The three poor people sitting in the front row were as calm as a mirror and indifferent because they had no money.
Seeing that the three of them were stubborn but willing to find fault, the emcee became even more determined to fix them.
Finally, they arrived at the finale after demonstrating the flowers that can be inserted into the soil with hair, which can make flowers grow in the cup, and the golden silkworms that can corrode gold and iron into a hole.
The master of ceremonies gave up the mysterious introduction method in Thai and English, and introduced in a Chinese accent with a twist in the song.
"Now, we're going to pick a guest to experience our most mysterious, and most terrifying, flying head landing."
"We need a courageous guest to participate in this segment."
Because his Chinese is at the level of four or five points at most, plus he can't hold back his smug laughter, and his tail sounds are split everywhere, which sounds very yin and yang.
He looked at Nan Zhou and said with a smile, "Please... this curious guest, come and experience it?"
Li Yinhang knew that it was not good if he was obedient.
It is likely that Nan Zhou was regarded by this emcee as the kind of person who deliberately found fault.
... This is to give him a slap in the face.
Therefore, when Nan Zhou got up, she hurriedly grabbed the edge of his suit pants and shook her head.
Jiang Fang lightly pressed the back of Li Yinhang's hand with the folding fan he bought at the booth just now, "Let him try it."
Li Yinhang was a little anxious, "But..."
Jiang Fang "Do you think he will be afraid?"
Li Yinhang "..." That's right.
The master of ceremonies could understand what they were saying.
He doesn't speak.
He just smiled and looked at the three people pretending to be forceful.
He has seen too many unbelieving guests.
Anyway, when the heads of different shapes flew up and gestured towards people's faces, no one who was looking for trouble didn't scold them on the spot, screaming or yelling in horror.
There were even those who were scared to incontinence on the spot.
The scene must be very exciting.
Nan Zhou didn't care about the little Jiujiu of the master of ceremonies.
He walked up to the master, lowered his head and looked at the master.
The head-lowering master stretched out his skinny palm like a monkey's paw to Nan Zhouping, holding a black and shiny flat-notched small stone cup on the palm.
He murmured a phrase.
Nan Zhou looked at the master of ceremonies.
The master of ceremonies gloatingly translated, "Master, please give one thing on your body. Hair, nails, saliva... If you want better results, a drop of blood from your fingertips is best."
This is also what the emcee said casually.
After all, he had never seen any normal tourist. In order to verify the authenticity of an irrelevant paid performance, he really dared to poke his finger and bleed himself.
But unfortunately, he didn't meet normal people today.
Nan Zhou thought for a while, took a few steps, walked to the back of the stage, took away a needle that had floated on the water when he first performed the hidden needle inside the egg, and turned back to the head bower.
Holding the tip of the needle, he calmly pointed to the small cup in the palm of the head descendant, "Just drop it here?"
Master of Ceremonies "… "
He stood up slightly.
People say that the ignorant are fearless, but they have no reverence for the unknown, that is pure death.
He was looking forward more and more to the picture of Nan Zhou being frightened to the point of shit.
Even the master of ceremonies has never seen how terrifying the flying head descended with blood, only heard that it is quite ferocious.
The greater the emotional contrast between the front and the back of a person who does not believe in evil, the more powerful the descendant, and the better the performance.
The emcee has already begun to look forward to how many books can be sold today and how many commissions can be obtained.
Nan Zhou dripped blood without hesitation.
On the contrary, it was the head-lowering master, whose wooden bead-like eyes rolled turbidly, revealing some hesitation.
Nan Zhou felt a little pain, and put his fingertips in his mouth, while stopping the bleeding, he quietly stared at the head descender in front of him.
That strange sense of oppression made the shriveled Adam's apple roll up and down.
He got started.
He took out a silver needle from inside the robe and drew a skull-shaped outline of a spell on the bottom of the black cup.
While sketching the outline of the spell, he began to chant the spell slowly.
This time, the head-dropping mantra was longer and more complicated than he had ever recited before.
He seemed to be hesitating and worrying about something, and recited the curse very clearly.
…as cautious as a student afraid of reading the wrong text.
Slow and clear strange words slowly poured out from the black lips of the head descendant, like a ghost sound coming from the cold hell.
Because his nerves were too tense, he didn't realize that Nan Zhou's fingertips hanging by his side were following the direction of his needle, sketching an identical spell.
And Nan Zhou's lips that sank in the darkness also followed his lips, moving very lightly, accurately repeating every obscure syllable.
Nanzhou's mind is very simple.
Those complex and irregular characters are not difficult to remember.
Because all the knowledge in this world, to him, is a blur of words like a big fog.
He always memorized them one by one, and then understood them one by one.
This is his unique study habit.
As for the glyphs, it's even simpler.
Before "Gravity" was released, he was an ordinary art teacher.
As the incantation reached its climax, there was a sudden scream from the crowd.
This scream shocked Li Yinhang, who was engrossed in every move of the head descender.
She turned around and saw something that made her heart skip a beat—
A head suspended in mid-air, I don't know which gap in the tent drilled out, and silently appeared behind Nan Zhou's head.
It has all the senses, and a pair of brown eyes from top to bottom, looking at Nanzhou faintly, like a vulture waiting for an opportunity to attack.
And when the scream betrayed its existence, it suddenly flashed, opened its bloody teeth, and bit Nan Zhou's neck!
No one noticed when Nan Zhou raised his hand.
They only saw that when the attack of the head was stopped, Nan Zhou had turned his head slightly, his right hand was pushed back, and his thumb and ring finger were pressed against the head and cheeks like iron pliers, like holding a bowling ball. Dead stuck sinking head.
Head "… "
Even if he beat him to death, he never imagined that there was a professional gamer here.
Seeing that the situation is not good, people want to retreat.
Nan Zhou's fingertips exerted force, clasping the head so much that his eyes rolled up.
The emcee had already fallen to the ground in fright at the sudden appearance of the head.
He had seen mostly rotten chicken heads and dog heads before. Where had he seen such a vivid human head
The head descender also couldn't expect such a sudden change. The monkey face became even more livid, and he began to chanting a spell in his mouth, trying to send the head descended away.
However it was too late.
Nan Zhou held the human head, and the residual blood of his tail finger quickly drew a spell on its slightly sunken cheek.
The head was clenched so that the skull rattled, his eyes turned white, and tears were shed unconsciously.
Tears slowly slid down the spell on his cheek.
Nan Zhou has already learned what the so-called "head bow" is by observing the commonalities between several performances of the bower division.
One "movement" and one "name" are indispensable.
"Drop" refers to special techniques such as drawing talismans, chanting mantras, and using medicine.
"Head" is the "simulation object" formed by some parts of the human body, that is, the curse object.
Nan Zhou had already used his own blood to draw the spell pattern needed for "descending" on the face of the human head.
The blood and tears shed by the human head have become the most natural "head".
In a low voice, fast and accurate chanting, the simplest flower descended on Nanzhou's hand and was born.
… poof.
After a small sound, the fiercely struggling head stopped moving.
From the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth of the human head, a string of extremely splendid boat-shaped black heads quickly emerged.
- This head that flew out of thin air turned into a gorgeous flower pot.
Nan Zhou looked around and handed the flower pot with colorful heads to the master of ceremonies.
The frightened master of ceremonies held the head, stared blankly for a moment, and let out a scream like killing a pig. He ducked aside with his hands and feet, and kept praying for the blessing of the gods and Buddhas in Thai.
When the flower pot of the human head was about to roll in front of Li Yinhang, Li Yinhang just subconsciously wanted to hide when he saw a foot stick out and intercept the human head halfway.
… Shao Mingzhe silently reached the head to his feet.
Noticing Li Yinhang's gaze, he tilted his head, instead of looking at her, he lowered his head to study the human head's face.
In fact, other audience members are dubious about this game.
When they saw the flying head, they almost believed it.
Now that Nan Zhou easily cooked the head, they naturally thought it was fake. It was Nan Zhou, the young head descender, who was cooperating with the old head descender and gave them a toy head. A wonderful and harmless performance.
After being stunned for a while, there was a burst of cheers and prolonged applause among them.
The young couple in the back row shouted the loudest.
Cao Shuguang "Brilliant!"
Ma Xiaopei is even more hilarious than him, "Marry me!!!"
Cao Shuguang covered the mouth of his overexcited daughter-in-law, "It's alright, it's alright, the family has a master, just think about it."
Everyone's feeling is that the 200 baht ticket is so worth it!
Especially Li Yinhang.
Nan Zhou spent 40 yuan to learn an exclusive craft
Is there a better deal than this
The excited audience naturally didn't notice that the old head descender who suddenly turned his head was hiding under the sackcloth robe, his hands trembling in disbelief, and the black blood dripping from his nostrils.
In a hot flash alley not far from the tent, a man fell silently.
His neck was completely empty, and blood was leaping from the broken cavity.
Of course, no one would know about a reminder that flashed in the live broadcast room and made all the high-dimensional creatures in the live broadcast room numb their scalps.
"Notice, notice."
"The official story line of the dungeon of Xie Jiang has not yet started, and the important boss has died. Would you like to inform the player to terminate the game?" :,