fifth form

Chapter 1515: Drawing a villain works

"The Great Wilderness Western Classic" records that "in the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain named Fengju Yumen, where the sun and moon enter".

The door is a school or a sect, where the sun and the moon enter and the sun sets and the moon sets. This school points to the west and is one of the sources of magic.

At first, witches and doctors were one and the same. Witches harmed people, while doctors saved people. They could harm but cure people. Such people were also called witch doctors.

In this system, both witchcraft and medical skills are linked to Zhu Youshu. Among them, "people are used to replace gods" and "people are used to communicate with gods", forming a very special witchcraft system.

To put it simply, this kind of witchcraft has one more intermediary than normal spell casting.

The casting of spells means that I curse you, and the casting of witchcraft means that I curse you through someone.

This so-and-so is often pushed by witches to be a god or a voodoo. It is difficult to be caught and has extremely high concealment.

As the price of using witchcraft to cast spells through an intermediary, the power of witchcraft is lower than that of spells, and it often takes a long time to cast the spell to show its effect.

Zhang Xuezhou thought about luck and his own abilities. He also looked at the blood essence of the ferocious beast.

Zhang Xuezhou is undoubtedly a novice in the art of witchcraft, but he has a very high advantage in casting spells.

With the essence and blood in hand, it was almost as if the opponent was lying in front of him waiting to perform a spell, and the other party could not resist. As long as his spell was successful, Zhang Xuezhou would definitely cast a spell on the opponent.

"The four great enlightenments, the heaven and the earth are normal, the mysterious water bathes the filthy and wards off the bad luck, the two boys guard the door, the seven spirits make their homes, the clouds and lakes practice the wash, all the qi are mixed and healthy, the inside and outside are chaste, the yellow clothes are nourished, the urgency is like the law!" "

Zhang Xuezhou took a piece of photo paper for quick printing from Song Fengying.

He murmured, and the mana from his right hand overflowed, and he took the essence and blood and smeared it on the photo paper.

A humanoid-like pattern was wiped on by Zhang Xuezhou.

When he wrote the word '诛' on the head of the pattern, Zhang Xuezhou chanted it again and it had turned into a prayer for luck.

Even if he only practices a little bit of luck, Zhang Xuezhou can be sure that descendants like Pressenel do not practice luck.

And according to Bai, the descendants are aliens from the world, and they are more entangled with the 'malice of the world'.

Zhang Xuezhou did not believe that his own east wind, a local native, could not overpower the opponent's west wind, an outsider.

"What does Xuezhou read?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou take the black and red thing and smear it, draw it into a ghost talisman and then chant and dance, Song Fengying really suspected that Zhang Xuezhou's brain suddenly went bad.

I have to say that it is indeed a bit strange to engage in magic tricks in an area bombed by rocket launchers.

But when Song Fengying glanced at the nearly healed wound on her arm, she fell silent again.

As she climbed higher, Song Fengying found that her knowledge became less and less, making it difficult to keep up with the higher social strata.

It was even the first time she saw bugs growing inside a human body, and the ferocious beasts Zhang Xuezhou mentioned were more powerful than Song Fengying could imagine.

The entire city of Laiyata has become a Shura field under the control of vicious beasts.

If it hadn't been for the loss of control of her body and the fact that something happened that Song Fengying didn't know about, and that Precenel hadn't mistaken her for some kind of descendant, Song Fengying felt that bugs were also growing in her body.

She always wanted to make a big news to maintain the popularity of Feiyu Live, but Song Fengying found that she was only observing one corner of the world, and her ability was not enough to stir up the other corner.

But after a short moment, Song Fengying's expression became excited again.

She lacks ability, but Zhang Xuezhou and others are capable enough, and they have even pointed her towards the development goal of the seventh sequence.

But at the same time, Song Fengying also vaguely realized that the sinkhole more than 20 years ago had a profound impact. It not only brought her a youthful appearance, but also hidden something.

And this is probably related to what Presenel mentioned about 'my Lord' and 'the observer'.

This is a big risk that can classify them as aliens. Even Song Fengying can't help but shudder when she thinks about it.

Today's Pressenel can be bombarded with rocket launchers and surrounded by many high-sequence people. If they need to face it one day, the end will not be much worse than Pressenel.

“You must have the right to speak in order to avoid being criticized!”

Song Fengying thought for dozens of seconds before she came up with some ways to prevent herself from falling into the same fate. And she not only needs the right to speak, she also needs to have a bright image.

Pressenel is here specifically to destroy, so she is dedicated to construction, trying to make everyone's life better, so that she can be distinguished from outliers like Pressenel.

Public opinion is an important factor in supporting Song Fengying's right to speak, and building Alliance No. 9 is also an important system.

The promotion and development of the logistics system is extremely important. Logistics vehicles, highways, airbus transportation, freight trains and other methods will continue to move forward with the development of the economy.

As long as we move forward, countless opportunities will inevitably emerge, business will become more fluid, and it will bring countless honors to the pioneers.

By then, even if they were accused of being aliens, Song Fengying felt that few people would believe them.

"I curse your three souls to have bad luck, I curse your six souls to have bad luck, I curse you to find it difficult to be safe everywhere, I curse you to have crooked feet and arms and your head, I curse you to make bad judgments when fighting..."

Only when Zhang Xuezhou started talking in Red Alliance Mandarin did Song Fengying come back to her senses from the general direction of development.

"Boat?"

"What are you babbling about?"

"Are you drawing villains for others behind their backs?"

Song Fengying originally thought that Zhang Xuezhou was performing some special ritual, but she didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou's last resort was to stab a villain.

For a moment, she felt that Zhang Xuezhou's mental illness had relapsed, and he was writing and messing around just like in the past.

After asking a few questions, Song Fengying saw Zhang Xuezhou stop talking and looked back with satisfaction.

"It's useful to draw little people," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"This doesn't work," Song Fengying corrected.

"It really works!"

Zhang Xuezhou defended himself. Seeing Song Fengying's appearance, he had to admit that this thing didn't work. He just played with it.

"You painted the photo that Pressenel protected me into, but you must keep this photo paper to prevent us from being sucked out by those big moths," Song Fengying warned.

"No problem." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "Mom, how did you get this? And you became friends with that monster?"

"I don't know either," Song Fengying said with a headache: "I just fell into the dream of the past, and then he became my friend after I woke up. He also called me Ms. Observer Turnana, and what did he say about me? , Adventer, Demon Lord, etc., and then I understood it, and then he asked me to teach him something, and then I kept thinking of ways to ask for help! "

"You didn't count on asking for help, you blackmailed them for 30 million!"

"That was not my fault. It was Pressenel who thought that asking for 30 million could effectively enhance the accuracy of the information and make them feel that the information they paid for was the most authentic!"

"His counter plan did succeed!"

Zhang Xuezhou poked his head out among the ruins of the wall and saw some people in the army of moths in the distance exclaiming, some screaming, and countless moth corpses falling continuously.

Instead of gathering in a pile and waiting to be beaten, the crowd borrowed various buildings to provide cover.

Dramatically reducing the number of moths to deal with, no one dies from the moth's mouthpiece.

Only when everyone is attacked by Pressenel will they be seriously injured.

There was another shout as Nagus slashed wildly with his sword.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Pretended laughter echoed in the ruins, and Presenel's body disappeared in a flash, hiding again among the moths.

He stretched his seven-clawed right hand, and the blood from his fingertips dripped into his mouth, giving his eyes an inexplicable sense of excitement.

If he hadn't had to be wary of the descendants who released the heroic spirits, Pressenel felt that he would have killed them all.

He broke the bones of his opponents' hands and legs, creating debilitating symptoms in these people.

When Pressenel stretched out his hand to brush away the moth again, he set the target of his sneak attack on a white-haired Tourian high-sequencer.