Scientific card maker

Chapter 2 A Laundry Card
Chen Ming was a little confused.

He simply wanted to repair the damaged sea of ​​consciousness, and he never imagined that such a big treasure could be repaired.His undeveloped sea of ​​consciousness suddenly depreciated.

What is this thing? !

Giant consciousness?

No.

wrong.

He took a closer look at the corpse, and found that he still had a tail.

monster?

Humanoid monster?

why is it here

And that golden spear, even though its owner is dead, is still terrifying, even if he glanced at it, his eyes would feel a little stinging.

"What the hell are these things?"

Chen Ming was full of doubts.

He thought for a while, approached cautiously, stretched out his fingers, and slowly touched the huge body.

boom!
A golden thunder flashed, and Chen Ming was bounced away on the spot.

it hurts...

Chen Ming struggled to get up.

This familiar feeling...

His face changed slightly, the golden lightning that killed the host on the spot that night was this thing!So, that wasn't a bolt of lightning, but a person? !
and.

What's even more outrageous is that with the surge of golden lightning, a row of strange golden words appeared in front of the giant.

"what is this?"

Chen Ming glanced at it, it looked like some kind of ancient writing.

Fortunately, in modern society, it doesn't matter if you don't understand it. He left the sea of ​​consciousness and searched online. After several comparisons and corrections, he finally deciphered these words.

This is an ancient demon text.

Most of them have been lost, so he can only guess based on archaeological data: "The demon god x... imprison o... command... opportunity!... turn into thunder... escape?... die here... free....haha*...￡$`% ()”§`^她&”

The latter is swearing, so I won't translate it.

From the previous words, one can roughly guess that this buddy received an order to come and destroy himself, and when he completed the task, he killed himself by the way?
These golden words are inscriptions.

Correct.

That's right, the inscription.

Not only did this thing commit suicide in Chen Minghai, it even carved a monument for itself.

"..."

Chen Ming's face was dark.

There seems to be something mysteriously involved in it...

His scalp tingles just thinking about it.

He also knew about this matter. That young lady graduated and left after that day, and never appeared again. No one even knew who she was.

and so.

He didn't know what that woman was.

He didn't know what that man was.

He doesn't even know what this thing in front of him is...

"If you want to commit suicide, can't you choose a place with good feng shui?"

Chen Ming's expression was not very good.

Who would choose to die in someone else's sea of ​​consciousness? !
Ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend?

Or an ex-Walmart shopping bag?
He originally thought that this world was very dangerous, and he planned to be a dead house, and with the addition of these things in his mind, the danger value would explode.

therefore.

After calm analysis, he felt that the problem of the sea of ​​consciousness should be solved as soon as possible.

Only by solving the problem of the sea of ​​consciousness can he create cards, become stronger, and not be slaughtered by others!
pity.

He studied it for a long time, but the golden giant couldn't be dismantled and couldn't be dismantled, and couldn't be extinguished.

"I have to think of other ways..."

Chen Ming looked at the haunted house in front of him and fell into deep thought.

And this time.

dorm room.

With a bang, the door was suddenly knocked open.

"Brother Chen!"

"Can you lend me a laundry card... hey?"

Zhao Hang from the dormitory next door rushed in and saw Chen Ming sitting cross-legged, suddenly froze, and the next second, the mental power in the room suddenly exploded.

boom!
Zhao Hang was immediately rushed out.

hum-

Chen Ming woke up from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Zhao Hang?"

Chen Ming sighed, "How many times have I told you to knock on the door first."

"got used to."

Zhao Hang got up and laughed, "Brother Chen, you can lock the door if you have something important to do."

"..."

Chen Ming remained expressionless, "Last time I locked it, you opened it from the hinge."

Uh……

Zhao Hang scratched his head in embarrassment, but felt a sharp pain, "Hiss—Brother Chen, your mental power is too sharp now!"

"Sharp?"

Chen Ming was puzzled.

"Yes."

"Hiss—it hurts."

Zhao Hang bared his teeth in pain, "The last time I was kicked out of the dormitory by my senior sister, it didn't hurt as much as yours. No, I have to go back and apply some medicine."

Done.

He limped away.

Chen Ming couldn't laugh or cry.

Does it hurt?

He tried to swipe his hands lightly with his mental strength, but he also felt the sting like a knife. This familiar feeling...

Golden spear!

That's how he felt when he saw the golden spear!

and many more.

The golden spear is in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the card-making pen comes from the condensation of the sea of ​​consciousness, so the root cause of his card making and tearing is the golden spear! ! !
now.

He finally found out why.

That golden spear is too sharp, even if its master is dead, just standing there fills the entire sea of ​​consciousness with a sharp edge!
then.

Chen Ming stepped into the sea of ​​consciousness again.

He looked at the sharp spear and tried to cover up its sharpness, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any way, no matter how thick his mental power was, he couldn't cover it up!

"That won't do."

Chen Ming pondered for a moment.

Finally, his eyes fell on the giant, huh?
then.

Chen Ming covered the golden spear with his clothes, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the edge radiating the entire sea of ​​consciousness dissipated, and the sea of ​​consciousness returned to peace.

It worked! ! !
Chen Ming happily left the sea of ​​consciousness.

And the half-kneeling burly giant had already been stripped naked by him, leaving most of his body naked, leaving only a pair of bulging shorts.

...

back to reality.

Chen Ming started making cards.

hum-

He skillfully condensed the card making pen.

The golden spear has been completely covered. As for the giant, he is powerful and stable, and he hasn't leaked any aura. It should be fine... right?

laugh!
A penny fell.

A meandering pattern suddenly appeared.

Chen Ming was stunned.

curve?

I'm clearly drawing a straight line...

No.

wrong.

It's not like a curve either.

What appeared on the blank card at this moment was a line full of twists and turns. It was obviously just a straight line from point A to point B. It fluctuated dozens of times.

What kind of broken pattern is this?

Sin function?
EKG?
"It shouldn't be like this."

Chen Ming was a little puzzled, "Hand shaking?"

Not right either.

A dignified college student shouldn't be in such poor health, right?
Well……

Come again!

Chen Ming calmed down and drew again.

brush!
A penny fell.

Another meandering pattern suddenly appeared.

This time, he clearly saw that in the process of drawing a straight line with one stroke, the tip of the pen floated up and down more than ten times as if affected by some disturbance.

"Sure enough, it is still affected by the sea of ​​consciousness of the haunted house."

Chen Ming's heart sank.

What is card making?

That is creation.

According to the rumors, the ancients were able to rub the forbidden curse with their hands to destroy the world, but their bodies were overwhelmed and died early.But now, people are just sealing those powerful spells and powers in cards.

What is the texture?
The text of the card.

Every streak corresponds to the mysterious power.

Each stripe represents a meticulous algorithm.

Every line should be neatly planned and clearly visible. That is what a card maker should pursue, and that is the aesthetic feeling of industry and creation.

but……

Chen Ming took a look, it didn't seem to be a big problem?

No matter how twists and turns the curve is, at least when I write the pen, point A and point B are facing each other, and this energy pattern has been successfully drawn stably.

Since the definition of texture is font, I think this is also a unique font.

Arial is a font, so you can't discriminate against my cursiveness, right?
Ok……

No problem.

"As long as it doesn't tear it's fine."

Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

then.

He starts drawing again.

Although this is his first time making cards himself, he has practiced countless times.

Laundry card, an ordinary cleaning card, can quickly clean clothes, a must for adventure.This card contains 12 strokes of energy patterns, which can be completed by drawing according to the design drawings.

a sum.

two strokes.

Three strokes.

...

With Chen Ming's current level of card making, this card should have been easily captured, but because of this weird pattern, he was struggling every step of the way.

for a long time.

Beads of sweat had already appeared on Chen Ming's forehead, "This is the last stroke..."

fall!
He clenched his right hand tightly and landed without hesitation, completing the final closed loop of the lines on the design drawing, and the faint energy suddenly dissipated.

hum-

The picture on the blank card was condensed, flashing a faint white light.

"It's done!"

Chen Ming was delighted.

This is a standard laundry card.

Although the texture is a bit ugly, although the process is a bit difficult, but it is finally successful!He, Chen Ming, finally became a qualified card maker!
however.

at this time.

Zhao Hang rushed in again, "Brother Chen, Brother Chen! I remembered that I just came to you just to ask if you have a laundry card... Huh? Did you make one?"

"Ah."

Chen Ming nodded slightly.

"Do you want to test?"

Zhao Hang's eyes lit up.

He has a lot of clothes waiting to be washed.

"Uh……"

Chen Ming thought about his tortuous lines, but still shook his head, "Forget it, the test card is not very stable, I'd better use the clothes I'm going to throw away to test."

"do not."

Zhao Hang laughed, "Don't worry, Brother Chen, I'll take care of anything."

Laugh to death.

Just a laundry card, even if there is a problem, can you still go to heaven?

then.

He hastened to bring a large basket of dirty clothes.

Chen Ming aimed at the dirty clothes in the clothes basket to activate the cards, and saw the cards flying out, turning into countless energy particles, submerging the clothes, and the dirty clothes were as white as new in an instant.

"Oh?"

Chen Ming's eyes lit up, did he really clean it?
"Brother Chen is mighty!"

Zhao Hang excitedly went to pick up a piece of clothing, but felt something was wrong.

Hey?
He picked up the clothes, but found that there were only a bunch of strips in his hand. He looked at the laundry basket with a dazed expression, and was horrified to find that all his clothes had been torn into strips!

"Chen, Brother Chen?"

Zhao Hang looked at Chen Ming in a daze.

"Uh……"

Chen Ming pondered for a moment, then concluded: "Just say that you haven't washed it clean."

　Catch up with the editor's holiday, Chapter 1 seems to have been reviewed for a long time~~Chapter 2 is here, and it will be updated normally from tomorrow, please recommend!Ask for collection!The new book is released, looking for all kinds of support!I wish you all a happy holiday~
　　


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