Monster Hunting High School

The special talisman Zheng Qing mentioned was not that the method of making the talisman was special, but that the talisman wrapping the bullet was different. The talisman used in his talisman bullet was drawn with his blood.

As far as most wizards are concerned, very few people use blood to draw talismans nowadays.

On the one hand, it is dangerous. If the talisman paper is not burned completely and the blood is taken away by the enemy, all kinds of strange curses will come within two hours; on the other hand, drawing blood talismans will cause a huge physical burden on the wizard, and in serious cases, even Lifespan will be lost.

Therefore, even if there is a place where blood is used in the talisman, it will only use a few drops of fingertip blood to cross a talisman foot after drawing the talisman. Just like Zheng Qing did when he drew talisman for Li Meng in Wandering Bar last semester.

But whatever has disadvantages, naturally also has advantages. The talismans outlined with the wizard's own blood are not only easier to use, but are also several times more powerful than those talismans outlined with dragon's blood ink or cinnabar. Therefore, this ancient technique of drawing symbols was eventually passed down.

After the winter hunting meeting, considering that his combat methods were very limited, Zheng Qing learned from the experience, drew several blood talismans, and finally wrapped three blood talisman bullets, just in case. These talisman bullets are usually hidden in a small box made of paulownia wood inside a gray cloth bag.

Considering that the environment where blood talismans need to be used is definitely very harsh, he draws evil-suppressing talismans with a wider range of applications. Whether facing monsters or those sneaky moon creatures, this kind of talisman has a good effect. restraint effect.

I originally thought that these 'evil-suppressing talisman bullets' would lie dormant in the paulownia wood box for a long time, but unexpectedly it was time to use them now.

After pressing a talisman bullet with scarlet blood around its body into Remington's magazine, the pressure in Zheng Qing's heart finally eased a little. He raised his head and looked over the side of the ship at the monster squatting on the rocks in the distance.

The giant frog-shaped beast named the Descendant of Tsathogua squinted its eyes and sat lazily on the rock, as if the string of spells that the old boatman had hit it with were like a spring breeze blowing on its face, without any sign of anger or anger.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Zheng Qing always felt that behind its narrowed eyes, there was a line of sight that was carefully observing him.

Like the young public-sponsored student, the old man Bernard Shaw did not relax his vigilance because of the calm performance of the descendants of Tsathogua. When the ferry boat turned, he still threw a series of powerful sleeping spells in an attempt to make the monster more calm:

"There is no sleep in the night!" "There is no sleep in the bed!" "There is no sleep in the bed!"

These spells are not intended to be offensive, but rather serve as control spells. In this environment, this type of spell seems more reliable.

The old man made his choice very carefully, but he still underestimated the insidiousness of the descendants of Tsathogya.

At the same time that the old boatman threw the sleeping spell, the monster's huge mouth opened slightly, and a red shadow shot out, hitting the center of the ferry boat.

At the end of the attack direction of Red Shadow, there happened to be a young public-funded student, leaning out half of his body, holding a rune gun in his hand.

"How outrageous!" the old boatman yelled angrily, flicking his pennies in the river, and he picked out a big fish with a length of about three inches and a plump body, and smashed it into the red shadow.

The big fish arrived first and blocked the middle of Red Shadow's path.

"puff."

There was a dull sound like a piece of mud hitting the rotten wood, and the red shadow hit the big fish.

In just an instant, the big fish was drained of its energy and turned into a dried fish under Zheng Qing's horrified eyes. After the red shadow retreated, it swayed back into the river with the wind, spun a few times on the water, and sank to the bottom of the river silently.

Not a ripple was caused.

It's chilling to look at.

Zheng Qing gasped, tightened his fingers, and subconsciously pulled the trigger of the rune gun.

"Snapped!"

A dazzling red light flashed out from the barrel of the gun held by Zheng Qing, and at the same time, a slight explosion sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.

The red talisman enveloped the dazzling light and sank silently into the body of the frog monster.

The old boatman looked back at Zheng Qing, nodded, and then shook his head - the nod was to praise the young wizard's decisive move. Many young people did not have the courage to attack when facing the monster; the shake of the head was to express his gratitude to Zheng Qing. Qing was disapproving of Qing's attack method and signaled him to stop doing useless work.

In the old man's opinion, just one rune bomb might not even be able to scratch the skin of the frog monster. It would be of little help to the current situation, so it was better not to waste the precious rune bombs.

As if to illustrate the old man's reaction, the descendant of Tsathoggua ignored the talisman bullets attacking him, and even had the mood to grin at the young wizard.

Zheng Qing seriously suspected that it was laughing at him.

"I said..." He turned to look at the old boatman. Just after he said two words, he was interrupted by a scream next to him.

"What is that?!" The Gypsy Witch's shocked voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.

Zheng Qing turned around and was stunned.

The frog monster that had been grinning at him just now had a distorted expression. His eyes that were originally narrowed to a slit were widened, and his wide mouth opened wide, letting out a silent howl that everyone could feel.

Along with its miserable howl, streaks of golden-red light wrapped in red flames burst out from inside its body, tearing apart its originally tall and sturdy body. The soft black hairs on the surface of the frog monster's body curled and scorched under the heat of the flames, sending up streams of black-gray smoke that swirled up.

"Fuck!"

The old man Bernard Shaw standing on the bow of the boat described his current mood with two words that were vulgar, frivolous, and very inconsistent with his identity. This is also Zheng Qing's current mood.

Just for a moment.

The descendant of Satugua, who seemed to be arrogant and powerful just now, turned into a puddle of black mud with a slight "blop" sound, and fell onto the rocks with a splash.

The cold wind blows, and the silent forest becomes quiet.

Only a few wisps of white smoke rising from the rocks explained to the passing ferry boat what had just happened.

a long time.

The old man Bernard Shaw was hoarse and asked the young public-funded student in a low voice: "What charm did you just use? Where was it custom-made?"

Zheng Qing half-opened his mouth, looking blankly at the mess on the rocks in the distance, blinking, and then looking back at the old boatman, as if he wanted to confirm that what he saw was the truth.

"Did I do this?" His voice sounded a little hollow in the cold wind, and then he denied it with a very sure voice: "No, this was not done by me... It has nothing to do with me!"

This is very critical.

The ownership of all creatures in the Silent Forest belongs to First University. Any hunting or capture without permission will result in a scary fine.

Zheng Qing's small treasury could not even pay the minimum fine.

Therefore, he absolutely cannot admit that the monster's transformation into mud has nothing to do with him.

Maybe that monster likes to turn into a pile of mud on weekdays - everyone knows that the frogs at First University are all abnormal creatures, and none of them are normal.

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