Horror world, my little brother has more than 100 million points

In the broken study room, Chen Qi carefully placed the powder between his palms.

Then close gently.

"That's the thing, that's the situation. You see? The

teachers in front of Chen Qi had different shapes.

Some tugged at their hair, some wore their beards, and some meditated by the broken walls.

An older teacher took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Classmate Chen Qi, according to what you said, such a huge power is caused by the broken powder of your title rules, right?"

Chen Qi nodded.

"Yes."

"Shhh, it's strange, I haven't heard of this kind of thing."

Several teachers fell into deep thought again.

"It's not scientific that LV10 can unleash such a powerful attack just by relying on the tricky power of LV10."

"Classmate Chen Qi, we have never touched this kind of thing, so let's go back to study and research, you rule powder?"

Chen Qi took a step back.

"What are you doing? This is mine. The

teacher opened his mouth.

"Okay, let's go back and find an unimportant title, test it yourself, what I want to tell you is that like you, although the power is greater, but the title is destroyed, not only will there be no combat power blessing of the title in the future, but also instantly become a professional without a title, before obtaining a new title, the rules of the horror world will limit your level, you can't upgrade the level, the gain is not worth the loss!"

Chen Qi looked up blankly, and another blue title emerged.

"What about this?"

Teacher: "... This is no problem, it's a bit wasteful, and your rule powder, every time after releasing the skill, will be scattered all over the place, this is not very easy to handle, it is very likely that after using it a few times, for various reasons, the powder is missing and can no longer form runes, then you will lose this skill.

Chen Qi nodded in agreement.

Just stopped them, but I was afraid that the powder would be blown away.

If it is blown away, then the blue title of himself is shattered to no value.

"Teacher, you have a point, so what do you think should be done?"

The teacher touched his chin.

"I think you should depict it on an object and carry it with you, so that if you want to release the skill, you can release it through that object, and there is no risk of the powder being blown away."

It's a good idea.

Chen Qi nodded.

The powder is carved on an object in the form of a rune.

The runes are automatically formed, so that the powder will not fall off when released, and naturally there is no need to worry about losing it.

But another teacher waved his hand.

"I think, this proposal is not very good, you think, you portray on the object, you have to consider whether the object's tricky conductivity is good or not, when you need to use it, you have to take out the object in advance, place it, input the tricky force, and put it away in time after release, otherwise it is also a bad thing in case it is damaged."

"So, what does this teacher mean?"

The teacher straightened his chest.

"Listen to me, get a tattoo directly! No need to conduct tricks, direct release, no intermediate objects to hinder conduction.

Chen Qi: "..."

Things seem to be developing in a strange direction.

But then I thought about it.

It's good for yourself.

Let's not talk about skills.

If you have a tattoo on your own, then others don't have to contribute a little bit of big guy value when they meet?

Isn't this a big guy worth harvesting artifact?

Broken! The shortcut to the system was found by itself.

At this point, another teacher retorted.

"What does that look like? A college student with an upright youth, you put him on top of the tattoo? What do others think of him?

Chen Qi hurriedly blocked.

"Teacher! Your words are not right, since tattoos can be developed, it is also an art, I study for the rise of China, my country will not look down on me because of a tattoo, if the tattoo can exert the maximum power of skills, let me better serve the motherland, then I can only say, more than 100 million points! When

the teacher heard Chen Qi's words, his moved expression was indescribable.

"What a boy! Good boy, today's young people lack righteous people like you! Line! Big tattoo! The teacher pays!

Chen Qi was stunned.

"Well, that's not necessary, I have quite a family."

Teacher: "..."

Also, your title is the boss of a company, and there should be no shortage of money. Then we won't bother you, you hurry up to get tattooed, and we will also go back and study the matter of the rule powder.

"Good teacher, slow walking teacher, goodbye teacher."

Several teachers walked out of the study hall with their hands on their backs.

A teacher suddenly remembered.

"By the way, we haven't let him pay for the study room? Horror World architecture doesn't come cheap.

Touched by Chen Qi, the teacher looked solemn.

"What are these words? Chen Qi has a great heart! You made him hear this, isn't it chilling? Deduct from my salary!

"But..."

"No but! This kind of student, we must not let him down in the school and the country!

"No, I mean, you pay for it yourself, and you don't give us a chance to perform, right?" All out! One person out a little, let us also have a sense of participation!

"Good! Well, it's all good! Several

teachers strode forward with their heads held up.

The students on the side of the road couldn't help but look sideways.

"They look personable."

...

"Ah~ cut! Burst!

Chen Qi shook his head, okay, why did he still sneeze.

Don't blow my skills away.

Cover the regular powder tightly.

Chen Qi trotted all the way.

There are really tattoos in the school.

The main thing is that the professions of the horror world are too strange.

Over the years, all kinds of strange professions have been spawned.

If you see the title of a murderer with a septic tank clogging on his head on the side of the road, you won't feel the slightest outrageous.

It only feels like this person is really alive.

"Boom!"

Kick open the door of the tattoo room.

"Who's the one with the tattoo, quacks and lakes! Help. "

Seven or eight tattoo artists in the tattoo room were making small talk together.

Chen Qi, who suddenly broke in, was taken aback.

At the head is a strong man covered in various tattoos.

When he heard Chen Qi's words, he frowned.

"We are professional tattoo artists, give weird tattoos, ordinary students do not answer, go out!"

Chen Qi took out a trick coin on his chest with his mouth.

"Ten thousand coins!"

Strong man: "... I tell you, we are not people who see money, we all have principles.

Chen Qi threw out another one.

"One hundred thousand."

Strong man: "..."

"Second brother, you go and prepare the equipment!" The third old, you adjust the chair, the fourth, you adjust the color ink, the fifth old, you... You come over and give the eldest brother a fork, don't let the eldest brother feel bored. Move it! Move it! The

strong man clapped his hands and urged several tattoo artists in the tattoo room.