Adventures of the Wanjie Predator

Zhuo Yun breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't have any psychological obstacles to killing a scumbag.

If he really asked him to kill a good person, he was unwilling, but he would definitely feel uncomfortable. I'd rather raise the pay even more until Michiro relents. But then, it's for sure.

"Yes. I'll give you the gold and gems first, and then I'll help you get rid of that person after I've learned your uncle's witchcraft."

HEARING ZHUO YUN'S PROMISE, MICHELA LOLE'S EYES NARROWED INTO A SLIT, AND HE QUICKLY PATTED XIONG'S MOUTH AND SAID, "OKAY, OKAY, MY UNCLE HAS ALWAYS LOVED ME THE MOST, AND HE WILL DEFINITELY NOT REFUSE MY REQUEST." "

"Hmph, it's not a good thing, why don't you invite me in quickly. "

A cold snort sounded from inside the wooden house, clearly reaching the ears of Zhuo Yun and Michilo.

Zhuo Yun looked at Michilo, but the latter didn't care at all, smiled humbly at Zhuo Yun, and lowered his voice: "The person who spoke just now is my uncle." His ears have always been very sensitive. Lord Zhuoyun, please come in with me. "

Zhuo Yun nodded, followed Michilo, and entered the cabin.

As soon as he entered, Zhuo Yun was taken aback.

It turned out that a transparent crystal ball was inlaid in the middle of the beams of the wooden house. In the middle of this transparent crystal ball, there is a strange bright yellow light source. The whole wooden house was very bright under the light of this light source, but it was not dazzling at all.

"Are you interested in this little brinket overhead? It's just a little witchcraft, a light spell. "

On the bamboo/chuang on the opposite side of the door, an old man with silver hair and a face full of horror wrinkles suddenly smiled and spoke.

Zhuo Yun looked around the room, and the layout inside was very simple. The inner and outer rooms are separated by bamboo curtains connected by bamboo pieces, and the outrooms have nothing but a bamboo/chuang and a few wooden benches.

I don't know if it's Zhuo Yun's illusion, he always feels that there is a very good smell of grass and trees in the house.

After retracting his gaze, Zhuo Yun took a few steps forward, folded his hands, bowed and saluted, "Master, Zhuo Yun has come to disturb you." "

Megan Huahan returned the salute and motioned for Zhuo Yun to sit down.

Immediately, he straightened his waist, and a pair of eyes as warm as ink jade revealed a deep gaze, and said with a straight face: "I already know the intention of the distinguished guest." My nephew who didn't make it agreed to the conditions, so I naturally had no objections. However, before I teach witchcraft, I have some advice that I would like to warn you. After listening to this, please decide whether or not to learn witchcraft. "

Michilo, who had been standing next to him, heard the rolling of his eyes, and suddenly interjected urgently: "Uncle, Lord Zhuo Yun sincerely wants to come to learn witchcraft, and it is not appropriate for you to teach him a mantle directly." "

"Bastard!" Meghan Hua, who had always been kind and kind, suddenly sank his face, his dark jade-like eyes shot a sharp gaze like a sword, and Michiro, who was almost overwhelmed by the powerful aura all over his body, was out of breath.

"Deceive Thor, the way to death. Don't always be blinded by the huge benefits. Get me out!".

Michelo muttered a few words, and finally pushed the door down dejectedly and went out.

After Michelo went out, Meganhua turned back into the ordinary old man in his twilight, coughed violently a few times, and apologized to Zhuo Yun: "My nephew is not a good person, and I ask your guests not to be surprised." "

Zhuo Yun chuckled and shook his head, signaling that he wouldn't care.

Meganhua said: "If Master had asked me to choose again, I would never have chosen to be a wizard this time." It's too bleak to be a wizard, and it's too costly..."

After listening to the price of Meganhua becoming a wizard, Zhuo Yun's expression slowly became serious.

According to him, it takes mental power for a sorcerer to perform witchcraft, and mental power is a measure of whether a person has the qualifications and talents to become a sorcerer.

Spiritual power is almost impossible to improve, and an ordinary person can perform a small witchcraft without a headache, such a qualification is ordinary. And if you perform a big witchcraft without side effects, the qualification is good. If you can perform more than two great witchcraft, you are excellent, and such a person is very suitable for being a wizard.

If you don't have the qualifications to be a wizard, it's dangerous. If the mental power is insufficient, the caster's life force will be extracted in the process of performing witchcraft, thereby reducing the caster's lifespan.

And even if the mental power is sufficient, if you are careless in the process of performing witchcraft, such as reciting a certain witchcraft text incorrectly, or making the wrong handprint, resulting in the failure of the spell, it will also cause the mental power to backlash and cause a great burden on your health. This kind of dark wound is not visible when you are young, and it will explode in full force when you are old, so most old wizards are far more corrupt and old than their peers, and their actual physical functions are much worse.

If you are young, you are more diligent in practicing witchcraft and fail more often, you will have the possibility of extinction. This is the case with Meghan Wah. All in all, wizarding is a high-risk and rewarding profession.