As for Nan Zhou's "come to learn", Songpa believes that every sentence is fart and refuses to believe a single word.
nonsense.
For example, a student who can take the test with 700 points, finds a classmate who can take the test with 500 points, and pretends to be humble and says that I am here to study with you. What is the essential difference between this and cursing
He must be far better than himself.
Now that he has entered the room, he deliberately pretended to be humbly asking for advice. Apart from humiliating himself and admiring the ugly state of his dying struggle, Sompa couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation.
He knew that today was the day of his own death.
So, he gave up his resistance, burned incense and bathed, changed into a white robe painted with spells, and waited for a decent slaughter with his head down.
Nan Zhou saw that Songpa refused to pay attention to him, so he simply looked around the room generously.
A row of yellow clay jars were placed against the wall, and they looked exactly the same as the four jars confiscated from their hands.
Nan Zhou looked at the past one by one, and felt a pity.
...they can't take any of these things with them.
Filled with regret, he leaned over and stretched out his fingers, flicking lightly across the jar.
Suddenly, the sleeping Li Gui in the altar was awakened by Qi Qi.
They became manic in an instant, and the ghosts in the altar led one by one, making a piercing cry of ghosts in unison.
The end sound was unusually sharp and harsh, like a cat crying or a baby crying, making the tiles on the roof rattle.
Rao is Songpa, the refiner of Guijiang, and usually he would not dare to treat these Guijiang so lightly.
The ghost cry that suddenly sounded made his scalp explode, and the blood that was still on his cheeks and maintained the last dignity for him also completely faded.
But Nan Zhou didn't respond at all.
He turned to Sompa and said, "You raised them very well."
When Nan Zhou said this, his original intention was to praise Songpa.
But no matter what Nan Zhou said now, it all changed in Songpa's ears.
He was worried that Nan Zhou's actions would break the already fragile seal. Once the ghost descended out of control, and resentment erupted, all the people in this room would die together.
Judging from his unconcerned attitude of disregarding resentful ghosts, combined with his experience of easily getting rid of drowning ghosts and catching Zhan Lak, isn't it just a matter of him turning his hands around to restrain ghosts
At that time, he will inevitably lead to Nan Zhou's crazy revenge, and Nan Zhou will definitely use these ghosts that were used to plot against him, and use them on himself. Angry, he turned his backhand into a ghost, and asked himself to be enslaved and driven by him for the rest of his life, and he would never turn over—
The endless terrifying idea, the cold sweat called Songpa poured out, and a huge drop of sweat rolled into his eyes, but he didn't even dare to blink, let alone rub it with his hands.
When Songpa went crazy, Nan Zhou had already finished observing the yellow mud jars, and turned around and came to Songpa's test bench.
When the head-turning has been studied to a certain extent, the head-turning master will infer other things and create his own head-turning.
This is also a consideration for the strength of the head descendant.
So Sompa's test bed, at first glance, looks like the mad scientist's lab in the movie.
Next to a row of old test tubes is a dozen measuring cups that have been browned by caustic substances.
The glass rod, the tip of which was stained with an unknown liquid, was inserted into the measuring cylinder like chopsticks.
A pile of asbestos nets next to the alcohol lamp was burnt to black, and it has not been recovered in time.
Numerous wide-mouth bottles, narrow-mouth bottles, funnels, and evaporating dishes are piled up in cartons under the test bench for easy access.
In the material cabinet, which was converted from an old vertical file cabinet, there are countless dark bottles and cans that can be protected from light.
Nan Zhou opened the cabinet door, like a student visiting the chemistry laboratory for the first time, watching one by one.
With Nan Zhou's surprise study of Thai in the past few days, although he is not very good at speaking, his reading and writing problems are not a big deal.
For example, he held a large bottle of reddish-brown oil. The label on it told Nanzhou that it was baby corpse oil.
Nan Zhou tried to put it in the storage slot.
A success.
… It’s good, the warehouse system didn’t recognize it as a [Dungeon Creature].
He had no idea what a huge mental shock his simple action had caused to Sompa behind him.
Songpa, who was staring at Nanzhou, his face changed from white to red, and now it has completely turned to iron blue.
There was a storm in his heart.
- What kind of monster is this
He can actually make objects disappear out of thin air!
Songpa asked himself, and was sure that he could do this by lowering his head, but it was absolutely impossible. Just holding the item in his hand, without drawing a spell, directly teleported the item away!
Before meeting Nan Zhou, Songpa always felt that he was an extraordinary genius.
At least in southern Tyrande, he believed that no one was better than himself when it came to the ingenuity of bowing his head.
When Nan Zhou was born, his conceit of nearly 40 years was directly stepped on the soles of his feet.
The unique dark and mysterious color of Nan Zhou has made him a first-class descendant in Songpa's mind.
… No, he's not necessarily a pure head descender yet.
By the way, Nanzhou and the others are a tour group from the mysterious Chinese nation.
I heard that in the deep mountains of Yunnan, there is also a witchcraft of the same origin as Tyrande's descending head.
In order to improve his technique of lowering his head, Songpa has specially studied religious cultures around the world. He knows that there is a saying in the "Vimalakirti Sutra" that "Sumi mustard seeds accommodate Bodhisattvas".
So, could it be that Nan Zhou is an authentic Witch Gu clan, a Miao clan? Is it the kind of high priest who wears a seedling bell and is covered in silver jewelry
When did you offend such a person
Once preconceived, the more Songpa looked at Nanzhou, the more he felt that there were endless strangeness and secrets in him.
In order to enrich his knowledge, Songpa once traveled around East Asian countries and boasted that he had read countless people.
He thought he could see the essence of man at a glance.
Under his observation, he was horrified to find that Nan Zhou's temperament and eyes showed a curiosity, innocence, keenness and intuition similar to that of a small beast.
He didn't look like someone who had lived in the human world at all.
With this discovery, Songpa's only thought of resistance could not be sustained.
What kind of monster is he fighting
Nan Zhou didn't know that he was only using a basic warehouse system. The imaginative Songpa even helped him conceive the mysterious identity and character background.
While Sompra's mind was running on the train, he carried out a big robbery in a gentle and slow manner.
The charm medicine in the material cabinet, the whole cowhide that has been reduced to the size of a grain of rice, the highly poisonous powder ground from snakes, centipedes, poisonous spiders, blue scorpions, and leprosy, and the yin and yang descendants planted in the homemade biological box The head grass, seven or eight of the spell research and development notes that I remembered to the full, were all put away by Nan Zhou unceremoniously.
Seeing that the precious materials and records that he had collected disappeared one after another in Nan Zhou's hands like magic, Songpa's pupils trembled, and his mentality collapsed.
He sat on the spot, his emotions seemed to have been frozen, but in fact his lips, arms and legs were shaking together.
Suddenly, a warm and dry hand came to his shoulder and squeezed softly.
But the pinch seemed to directly hit Songpa's nerves, causing half of his body to jump up reflexively, and was pushed back to the place by a well-controlled force.
Jiang Fang leaned over and looked at him affectionately, his pale eyes filled with friendly light.
He asked gently, "What's the shaking. What's there to be afraid of?"
Thanks to his gift, Songpa, who had a heartfelt heart, trembled even more.
After collecting the learning materials, Nan Zhou pulled a chair on the spot and sat down, put the notebooks upright and put them together, made a high pillow out of them, placed them on the table, and slumped on them obediently.
Sompa watched his movements, blood dripping from the tip of his heart.
These seven or eight notebooks are the essence of Songpa's research on the head-descending spell, and it is his painstaking work for many years.
How can Songpa be reconciled to being stolen by him for nothing? !
But the boat is done, he is now someone else's fish, and he has no room to put his beak.
In this case, Songpa simply changed his mind.
In the line of descending heads, it is very taboo to perform deep head descending in front of other colleagues.
Seeing that Nan Zhou made a strange movement similar to spellcasting in front of him, Songpa gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
Well, didn't you claim to be here to study
You learn from me, and I can learn from you!
Who's not a genius yet
Songpa tilted his neck without a trace, and widened his eyes, trying to see every movement of Nanzhou and every step of casting spells into his eyes.
Just see.
... Then he watched helplessly, Nan Zhou seemed to be a student dozing off between classes in the school, he put his head on the title page of the notebook, and fell asleep so quietly.
After half an hour of high-speed reading, Nan Zhou slowly opened his eyes.
These notebooks, old and new, are the results of Songpa's study of talismanism along the way. There are both already formed talismans and semi-finished products.
After eliminating many contradictory test procedures, Nan Zhou already fully understood how a head descending talisman was written, and was even eager to try it out, wanting to draw one by himself.
Just do it.
He picked up one of the notebooks, walked over to Sompa, and turned to page 52 precisely.
There is a new charm that Songpa has just developed a small part of. The effect is relatively simple and direct, and it is used to curse specific parts of people to bleed.
Nan Zhou flipped a new page and sketched on it with a pencil. With his artistic talent, he drew a palm-sized concentric circle charm within a few minutes, with the symbol "nose" in the center. Runes for specific organs.
Then, he took out the dried up Songpa blood scraps that he had scraped from the yellow clay jar, and lightly tapped it in the center of the new talisman.
Songpa's nose became hot, and his face changed greatly. Before he could reach out to cover it, a nosebleed rushed down and landed on his white robe.
Sompa: "… "
From Nan Zhou's point of view, after completing a preview, he handed in the homework to the teacher.
At present, it seems that the after-school homework is very successful, but the teacher seems to have suffered a serious blow. The muscles on his face are twitching and his teeth are rattling. Nan Zhou once doubted whether there was a problem in any link. sequelae.
In Songpa's eyes, this scene is really deceiving.
Nan Zhou slept so carelessly for a large recess, he didn't draw a talisman, he didn't recite a mantra, and he didn't learn anything, but as soon as he lifted his head, he thought hard about the new mantra that still couldn't work for many days. Completed.
Nan Zhou said with concern, "Are you okay?"
Songpa reluctantly wiped off the nosebleed, her eyes were burning with grievance, and she replied casually, "Yes."
"You are a very smart person." Nan Zhou closed the notebook and said regretfully, "If you focus more on your studies, you will definitely have more results."
... This persuasive tone made Sompa frown.
Songpa's heart was ashes, and he looked up to the sky and sighed.
When I meet such a person, I also learn to drop the hair.
Get out of the house.