Li Yinhang, Cao Shuguang, and Ma Xiaopei, who didn't even notice that they had exposed themselves, were calm.
One is busy with diplomacy, and two are busy and sleepy.
Shao Mingzhe, who noticed it, didn't say anything because his language function was not very developed.
In addition, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang did not make a sound, so the apparent peace was maintained by accident.
Because the other party really refused to cooperate, Li Yinhang's diplomatic activities were about to be declared a complete failure.
However, Nanzhou made a discovery first.
The position-seeking drop used by Nanzhou is actually not a conventional method of using the position-seeking drop at all.
The serious search for the position and descent is to draw on his left eye a talisman that is exactly the same as the one he drew on the head of the head descendant.
The two characters can echo each other, and the function is equivalent to Bluetooth.
It is said that as long as one party closes his eyes, he can judge the other's position through another talisman in the dark.
Nan Zhou did not take such an approach.
The reason for this is quite simple.
- First of all, he is new here and doesn't know the way.
Even if he could really watch the live broadcast of the entire handling route of the head descendant, he would not be able to tell where it was.
The second reason is that after doing some painting on the head of the comatose descendant, he found that painting a talisman is a very expensive cinnabar.
He did not know the price of Tyrande for the time being, and the only small packet of cinnabar was robbed.
What if the raw material of cinnabar is expensive and hard to find.
Everything is unknown, he still saves a bit.
The third reason was that Nan Zhou was worried that Jiang Fang would kiss himself at night, and it would be inconvenient for him to stain his face.
In view of these three reasons, Nanzhou carried out a small academic research, and pinched the three descendants of insect drop, sand drop, and Xunzi drop together, creating a nondescript hodgepodge.
Before returning to the hotel, Nan Zhou dug some sand from the nearby river, filled it with the shoe box he had picked up, and placed a local tourist map that had been discarded by the river on a flat floor underneath.
He drew locators on the map with the same ballpoint pen he used to write his opinions on on the hotel bedside table, and buried the map in sand.
There are three more ants in the sand.
The tropical ants are not small, Nan Zhou pondered for a while, picked out three grains from the small amount of cinnabar, soaked them in the water, and threw the ants in and rinsed them.
The ants who drank the cinnabar water were quickly fascinated, and following Nan Zhou's instructions, they burrowed into the sand while shaking their heads.
After brushing his teeth, Nan Zhou used a disposable toothbrush handle to draw another locator on the surface of the sand.
This layer of medium is passed to one layer, and it really works.
A normal position-seeking descent requires at least one or two cinnabars, and you have to keep an eye on the opponent's movements so that you can figure out the route.
Nan Zhou dismantled Xunweijiang on the spot, soaked three ants with three grains of cinnabar, and then slept peacefully for most of the night.
The ants crawled in the sand mechanically, drawing out a route map diligently.
Finally, the rustling in the sand stopped.
This means that the skinny monkey head-turning division, who had been engulfed with nosebleeds and was unconscious, was finally transported to a relatively safe area.
It may be his home, or it may be the lair of the people behind the scenes.
Nan Zhou carefully drilled the sand, and as expected, he found that the three ants were all lying on the corner of the map, with their six tentacles facing the same position, forming an unsightly plum blossom shape.
—His platter drop really worked.
The place they enclose is a small night market street called Suchala, located in a corner of the corner of the city, about 30 kilometers southeast of the hotel.
The area where Suchara is located is a regular and closed triangle on the map.
There are a lot of closed triangle symbols in the head descending spell, which often play the role of gathering evil spirits.
And when Nan Zhou wanted to study the mystery of this place, a sudden change occurred.
puff-
The heads of the three live ants suddenly burst open at the same time, and small splatters splashed onto the wall of the shoebox.
This small explosion is not very spectacular, but it is very strange.
They died unexpectedly, with their liver and brain on the ground, and their slender legs and limbs were still spasming vividly on the map, making a rustling sound, as if they were killed by an unprovoked hand of God.
After paying attention to the dead ant for a while, Nan Zhou said in a light statement tone, "I have been found."
- The fact that he drew the formation on the top of the opponent's head was not particularly hidden.
After all, the other party is a descendant who has been immersed in this way for a long time.
It is unrealistic to expect them to be fooled by this little trick of the beginner himself.
When Nan Zhou said this, his expression and tone were not very excited, so Li Yinhang smacking around, only to taste the danger in it, and he fell down in a cold sweat.
This is a counter-devouring spell that uses the position-seeking drop under Nanzhou!
In other words, if Nan Zhou had used the conventional position search on himself, at this time, it would be Nan Zhou who had his eyes bursting and his brains flowing.
Nan Zhou had no self-consciousness to escape from death.
He was curiously studying the stumps of ants.
The way the ant died is very strange.
After they exploded, their dark dicks and shattered limbs formed a spell pattern on the map about the size of an ordinary beverage bottle cap.
Nan Zhou had never seen this head-dropping spell in that Book of Mysteries.
… is it a new spell
Nan Zhou took this new knowledge in his mind and analyzed it carefully.
In the paid learning small class in the tent, he observed that in order to successfully implement the "head down", "down" and "head" are indispensable.
To put it simply, it is necessary to have the blessing of incantations and spells, and it is also necessary to curse a specific thing on a person.
The hair, flesh and blood of the recipient, or the necklaces and amulets that have been worn for many years, can be used as the medium for applying the surrender.
Therefore, when Nan Zhou painted the top of the head of the skinny monkey descending master, he used his own hair as a natural material for surrender, and at the same time acted carefully to make sure that nothing belonged to him was left behind.
When they were leaving, they even took the goat and futon with them.
But because they were so cautious, this powerful anti-phagocytic talisman still traced back all the way and exploded Nanzhou's ants.
What is the medium used by the head descending division over there
Nan Zhou stared at the fresh talisman composed of ants, put his finger on his lips, thought for a while, and his heart suddenly became clear.
- The trace that I left on the head descending master belongs to me, isn't it the locating and descending talisman drawn by myself.
After thinking about this layer, Nan Zhou took out the clothes they ripped off from the skinny monkey descending master from the storage tank.
The clothes were worn by the skinny monkey, and there was still the cold breath and medicinal fragrance on the skinny monkey's torso.
Looking at the spell formed by the ant corpse, Nan Zhou now learns to sell it, and draws it on the clothes on the spot.
At this time, the young couple finally woke up almost awake.
Cao Shuguang and Ma Xiaopei came over curiously and watched it for a while, but they couldn't see the reason from Nan Zhou's actions.
Cao Shuguang scratched his head and asked, "What are you doing?"
Nan Zhou: "Learn..."
Cao Shuguang suddenly realized "Oh" before he could blurt out the words, when Nan Zhou naturally added the second half of the sentence:
"…and then curse back."
…
In the corner of the Suchara Night Market, in an ordinary private house that looked ordinary from the outside, the tall man who appeared in the tent was sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at the unconscious man lying on his back on the hard board bed. Two apprentices.
On the other bed is his eldest apprentice.
The eldest apprentice had his flowered head beside him.
In the corner of the room, a frightened and unlucky emcee was huddled.
The master of ceremonies only knew that his master was called Sha Chu and his uncle was called Bakun.
I follow behind Master's ass, usually just charge some ticket money, learn a little trick between magic and bowing, easy to chat with girls, and then use Master's ability to scare those who don't believe in bowing foreign guests.
He doesn't have any great skills or great achievements, and he doesn't believe in the evil gods very much. He just wants to find a quick and interesting job.
This was the first time he saw the master.
The man's name is Songpa, his skin is slightly brown, he looks quite young, and he is full of flesh and blood, at least twenty or thirty years younger than his comatose master in bed.
But the vicissitudes and gloom in his eyes are like an old man who has been engraved for most of his life.
The formation that Sha Chu hid in his hair has not been erased, and there are still a few grains of cinnabar hanging from the ends of the charred hair.
Songpa sat quietly on the side of the bed, waiting for his backlash to take effect.
After listening to the stammering description of the master of ceremonies, Pasong guessed that if it wasn't for his apprentice being ostentatious and offending others, then the young head-turner was over his own strength and took the initiative to provoke and smash the scene.
The man who was manipulated by him with the magic landing has been thrown down the stairs by Nan Zhou, which undoubtedly confirmed Songpa's guess.
- That person named "Nanzhou" is definitely a young head-lowering teacher who has studied art elsewhere and thinks he has superb skills.
But that doesn't matter.
Dare to use the search for position in front of him in a grand manner, he will surely die.
The squirrel controlled by himself is already on his way to spy on intelligence.
The squirrel was Songpa's most powerful one, and because he was worried about being discovered by Nanzhou, Songpa let him stand by in the treetops a little farther from the hotel.
It should be in a few minutes before it reaches the hotel window, sending back real-time video.
Songpa lowered his eyes, and his icy eagle eyes stared at his second apprentice, who was unsatisfactory.
When he turned his head, he saw the even more unsatisfactory disciples and grandchildren, as well as the great disciples who had a promising future but are now dying.
He was full of anger.
Those who are with Nan Zhou, no matter who they are, must die!
Suddenly, Sha Chu, who was on the bed, struggled violently, dancing with his hands, his eyes bulging, and the situation was quite terrifying.
Before Songpa could hold his hands and feet, the next moment, his head exploded!
His thin, chicken paw-like palms crunched a few times on the pavement.
The blood and gray brains gradually moved and condensed under the dim light, forming a strange pattern.
—It is the image formed when the ants in the Nanzhou shoebox died.
It all happened so suddenly that Songpa didn't even have time to dodge, and was sprayed with filth all over his head.
After a brief stunned, it was a volcanic rage: "What's going on!?"
Just then, Sompa's vision lit up.
In front of his squirrel, a brightly colored glider appeared.
…
The Antarctic star sneaks out to bask in the moon.
It knew that Nanzhou and the others didn't want to be discovered, so they wanted to wait for everyone in the room to leave before going back.
It crouched by the eaves and saw the squirrel jumping over.
The squirrel was more than three times the size of the Antarctic star.
It has been with Pasong for a long time, and is used to being king and hegemony. When he sees such a small thing, he doesn't take it seriously at all.
It propped up its upper body, showing its sharp, corpse oil-stained teeth, and tried to intimidate it by raising the hard, hedgehog-like hair on its back.
Nanji Xing's eyes blinked twice, as if he had realized something, and took two steps back.
The next moment, it opened the skin on both sides of its body like lightning, and leaped forward like a small glider. With a gulp, it grabbed the squirrel's neck and cut everything between its teeth neatly.
The squirrel let out a shriek, and lost its breath in the mouth of Antarctica.
Antarctica: ... stinging your head.
Nanji Star bit the squirrel with its three big ones, and noticed the glowing markings on its tail.
It looked around for a while, first wiped the blood from the corners of its mouth with its two short front paws, then picked up the squirrel's body, silently jumped to the balcony railing, and threw the body along the base of the window. inside the house.
After completing this work, it shook its hair with a sense of accomplishment and disappeared silently by the window.
The muffled sound attracted everyone in the house.
Shao Mingzhe looked out, but only had time to see a long tail that disappeared in the empty night.
But his brows were slightly twisted, one hand was in his left pocket, the other hand covered his chest, and he rubbed it twice.
Inexplicably, he felt a chill on his back.
Just now that was... what