Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 41 Taunting Laman’s spell

The boy next to him immediately said sarcastically: "With such a big air, people who don't know would really think that our brother Qian has become an immortal."

"Liu Chuang, why are you talking to Zhang Qian? You see, I can get good results without taking the college entrance examination. Brother Qian doesn't take the college entrance examination either. Maybe he has really become an immortal cultivator?" Fang Jun was also looking at him with a strange look.

He pretended to be aloof every day, but the key was that he was still so handsome. He had long been unhappy with Zhang Qian.

"That's right. Brother Jun invited us to have a meal. Brother Qian, why don't you come and show your skills too?" the younger brother teased.

"Come here, Brother Qian." Fang Jun also coaxed, "Show me how you become an immortal and do you have any little magic... Hahaha."

"Sorry, I can't help it. After all, cultivating an immortal is still impossible."

Fang Jun said and turned the labor soil in his hand again, "Zhang Qian, how is your life recently? Do you want to hang out with me?"

Zhang Qian watched his performance with interest and found it a bit ridiculous.

In the past, when he failed to cultivate immortality, he didn't bother to pay attention to these people. Now that he has established a foundation, Fang Jun just feels like a clown.

"Are you done?" Zhang Qian said calmly.

"What, Brother Qian is going to be angry?" Fang Jun still smiled playfully, not wanting to save face for Zhang Qian.

"No, don't you want me to perform?" Zhang Qian pointed to the chair opposite, "Come and sit down individually, and I will show you my skills."

Seeing that Zhang Qian was so abnormal, Liu Chuang, as his younger brother, was a little scared. Zhang Qian had ignored them before, so he wouldn't really mess up anything weird, right?
Zhang Qian stood up and asked as if he couldn't wait: "Which one of you will come first?"

For a while, neither Fang Jun nor Liu Chuang responded to him.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, you two shouldn't be afraid, right?"

"Tch, you're scared, just come." Fang Jun slapped Liu Chuang hard on the back of the head, "Trash, you're such a coward."

He sat down on the chair swaggeringly, crossing his arms to see what trick Zhang Qian was planning to play.

"Conditions are limited, keep everything simple." Zhang Qian said and took out two new pairs of chopsticks from the cabinet.

Fang Jun mocked again: "Chopsticks? Are you going to show everyone how to eat?"

"Haha, don't worry, you'll know when it's over."

Zhang Qian took out three chopsticks unhurriedly and said, "It's a blessing for you in advance. I wonder if anyone will feed you incense in the future."

Fang Jun was still smiling at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly became angry, "Do you want to visit my grave?"

"Almost, let you enjoy the blessing in advance."

"Boom!"

Before Fang Jun could ask again, a chopstick slipped from Zhang Qian's fingertips and hit the table with a dull sound.

The chopsticks did not fall down, but were embedded deeply into the wooden table in a strange arc.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The other two chopsticks were also firmly nailed into the table, and the three chopsticks were tilted and straight. They were actually the same as the incense burned when visiting the grave.

"..." Fang Jun swallowed and nailed the chopsticks into the solid wood table. How big should they stand up?

I'm afraid it wouldn't be difficult to nail him into the head, right?
Is this really what normal people have?

A series of questions made the tipsy Fang Jun sober up, and he also regretted his impulse.

Pick up girls, pick up girls, why bother with this mental illness.

But looking at the students watching around him, Fang Jun couldn't help but beg for mercy, so he had to bite the bullet and see what Zhang Qian was planning to do.

Zhang Qian looked solemn and put his right index finger and middle finger together to form a sword in front of him.

He said slowly: "I'm not very proficient in this move, and I'm not sure of its effect."

Fang Jun seemed to see hope and followed the trend and said: "It's better than..."

"So I'm going to test the waters with you."

As soon as the voice fell, the lights in the room flickered.The sound of the sizzling electric current made people feel frightened. Fang Jun, who was the first to bear the brunt, surrendered and said, "Brother Qian, I was wrong. It was just a joke."

"Snapped."

The lights suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.

A glimmer of light emerged from the darkness, slightly illuminating Zhang Qian's expressionless face.

Zhang Qian ignored Fang Jun's plea for mercy and said to himself: "Did you know? Incense cannot be given to living people."

"I know, I dare not!"

Fang Jun was about to cry but had no tears. He wanted to escape but felt that his body was no longer in control, as if he had been hit by an anesthesia needle and couldn't move.

"What will happen if you light incense on a living person?" Zhang Qian said.

He clicked the chopsticks standing up on the table one by one, and the tops of the three chopsticks suddenly burst into flames.

"This represents your destiny, which generally cannot be changed."

Zhang Qian wiped away the fluorescent light on his fingers and said helplessly: "Master originally didn't allow me to do this, but since you want to see it, I'll satisfy you."

"I beg you to listen to your master!" Fang Jun's bladder was tight and his eyes were wide.

"These three incense sticks each have their own meanings, let me explain them one by one for you." Zhang Qian said, starting with the chopsticks on the left.

"One is the past. If you erase it, you will be confused and confused."

After saying that, the fire on the left side was extinguished by Zhang Qian.

"The second is the future. If you erase it, it will be riddled with filth and your fortune will be blocked."

The fire on the right was also swallowed up by darkness.

As the fire went out, Fang Jun was like falling into an ice cave, his limbs were cold and stiff, and he couldn't even speak.

A little spark in the middle flickered on and off in the darkness, seeming to imply that Fang Jun was not going to die soon.

"The third one is now. If you erase it, your life span will return to zero and you will die suddenly on the spot."

"call--"

Zhang Qian breathed out gently, and the flames were immediately extinguished.

Fang Jun was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly, not daring to see what would happen next.

After half an hour.

"Clap."

Zhang Qian turned on the lights in the room, and the bright light passed through the eyelids and reached Fang Jun's eyeballs.

not dead?

The thumping of his heartbeat pulled Fang Jun back.

He opened his eyes in disbelief and found that the people around him looked like they were just waking up from a dream.

"What on earth did you do to me?" Fang Jun moved his stiff body slightly and quietly lifted his wet pants.

"I added a spell to you. Fortunately, it was very successful and produced no other bad reactions." Zhang Qian said seriously.

"What?" Fang Jun's nerves became tense again. He thought it was over, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning?
"Don't worry, it's just a small spell, it won't be a big problem."

Zhang Qianyue said this, and Fang Jun became more and more uneasy. He gritted his teeth and said sincerely: "Brother Qian, I know I was wrong. Can you please cancel that spell?"

"Unfortunately, this spell is irreversible." Zhang Qian shook his head.

"As for the effect...it makes you forget that you are mentally retarded."

"..." Fang Jun fell into deep despair after hearing the first half of the sentence. He suddenly reacted after hearing the second half, "Are you kidding me?!"

(End of this chapter)