The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

Zhang Jian ran quickly into the woods, avoiding the messy branches and stepping on the loose leaves under his feet.

It wasn't that he had any strange thoughts...but he suddenly remembered that Fang Yuan had said before that he would have his period today! He was going to deliver tissues to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan?

Fang Yuan, where are you?

He went deeper and deeper into the woods, but he still couldn't find Fang Yuan.

Strange.

He continued deeper.

Fang Yuan?

Fang Yuan?

After walking for a few more minutes, Zhang Jian still couldn't find Fang Yuan.

He walked around in a circle, shouting in every direction.

Fang Yuan?!

Fang Yuan?!

Where are you?

After turning around for a few times, he was surprised to find that he seemed to be lost... There were shaggy tree branches in front, back, left and right, all looking the same. He forgot which direction he came from.

I wanted to see the footprints under my feet, but suddenly there was a roar of strong wind, rolling up countless dead branches and leaves, messing up the ground, and no footprints could be seen anymore.

Huh? What's going on?

Zhang Jian frowned and took out his phone, trying to use the compass app on his phone.

When I opened the app, I saw the compass on the screen spinning around, and I couldn't figure out the direction at all.

well?

He wanted to send a WeChat message to his classmates, but after sending it, a small circle kept spinning... When he looked carefully, his cell phone had no signal!

What the hell? Is the signal so bad in the suburbs?

He felt a little confused.

At this time, I bite the bullet and walk in the direction from which the impression came.

But the further we walked, the stranger it became.

“This is not the way I came.

Damn, I'm really lost.

He was confused when he suddenly saw a vague figure squatting in the woods ahead.

Have you met someone squatting in a large size?

He smiled evilly and peeked his head in to see who it was.

But he discovered that the man was not squatting. Instead, he knelt on the ground, kneeling deeply toward the depths of the woods, and knocked his head forward on the ground.

well?

Zhang Jian also found that there was more than one person kneeling. There were only a few dozen people kneeling in front of him. They were all kneeling deep in the woods, with their heads knocked forward on the ground.

What's going on?

What are they kneeling on?

What lies deep in the woods?

Zhang Jian looked up and saw something that seemed to be attached to the tree in front of him and was swaying in the wind.

Is that a... talisman?

Zhang Jian realized something was wrong and wanted to turn his head, stop looking, and run away!

But...it's too late.

The bright red pattern on the talisman had caught his eye at the previous moment.

Those are the strokes of dragons and phoenixes, the strokes of iron and silver hooks, drawn into patterns, like hieroglyphs, like a weird vertical eye!

Zhang Jian looked at that vertical eye, and in a trance, he seemed to see the majestic mountains, the continuous palaces on the mountains, the bronze pillars inscribed with runes in front of the palace, and the high altar with blood and intestines dripping from it. I also saw a large number of slaves kneeling at the foot of the mountain, wearing shackles, kneeling deeply with their heads on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

And he, Zhang Jian, himself is also one of these slaves...

It turned out that at some point, Zhang Jian had already knelt down, kneeling deeply toward the depths of the woods, his head hitting the ground forward.

…

Deep in the woods.

More than a dozen students were placed on the ground covered with dead branches and leaves.

The first one, a girl, had her shirt taken off and lay on the ground, motionless. Her back was scratched and there were bloody marks. These bloodstains are not messy, but have a strange beauty. The vigorous brushstrokes of dragons and phoenixes form some kind of weird hieroglyphics... Unfortunately, this hieroglyphics have not been finished. It seems that it failed halfway through writing. The person who wrote it can only give up and stop writing.

Her body was pale, stiff, and without warmth, like a statue without a soul, like a zombie that had lost its soul, lying there motionless.

The second student, a boy, also had his shirt taken off, his back was scratched, and there were bloody marks. These bloodstains are also the vigorous brushstrokes of flying dragons and phoenixes, and they also form some kind of weird hieroglyphics. They are also not finished and fail halfway through.

His body was also pale, stiff, and without warmth, like a statue without a soul, like a zombie that had lost its soul, lying there motionless.

The third student has only a few strokes on his back. That last stroke seemed to be too heavy and too deep, piercing the skin on his back and drawing out gurgling blood... Naturally, it was also a failed work and was abandoned by the person who wrote it.

The fourth student...

The fifth student...

The sixth student...

The eleventh student...

The twelfth student...

The thirteenth student...

They were all failures, with only half-written hieroglyphics on their backs, and their bodies became pale, stiff, and without warmth.

The fourteenth student, Zhao Jing, who was in Bai Mo's class, had her shirt taken off and was lying on the ground. There was a sharp pen on her back, constantly moving around, drawing blood marks one after another.

That's right, a sharp pen... This one is a scalpel, a small stainless steel scalpel. The smooth and cold surface reflects the bark and branches in the forest, stained with bright red blood. It falls lightly and cuts through the skin. , turn around flexibly, leaving the edge of the pen.

Zhao Jing closed her eyes tightly, her skin became whiter and whiter, her breathing became weaker and weaker, and her body became harder and harder. Only the blood marks on his back, scratched by the scalpel, were getting brighter and brighter.

…

eggplant!

Click!

After everyone stood by the tree and took another photo, a boy suddenly asked, Did it take a while for Zhang Jian and Fang Yuan to go in? What were they doing inside?

Several boys burst into laughter.

A group of girls frowned and rolled their eyes.

But Bai Mo suddenly realized that Fang Yuan had not been in the woods for a long time, but Zhao Jing, had she been in the woods for too long? Why haven't you come out yet?

Looking at it, this is a very deep grove. The trees are not very tall, but they are very irregular and messy. The entire forest spreads into the distance, and I don't know how deep it is.

Is there really a situation?

That's not the case. I'm not Conan. Where else can I go and there will be something wrong?

He looked at the girls next to him.

Should we go into the woods to find Zhang Jianfangyuan and the others?

Several girls smiled evilly. They didn't think Bai Mo was vulgar. After all, with Bai Mo's good looks, he couldn't be considered obscene no matter what.

Student Bai Mo, don't be ignorant!

You are not allowed to harm other people's good deeds.

Bai Mo shook his head.

What about Zhao Jing? She went in for so long and never came out.

Did you encounter a situation inside?

After thinking about it, no matter what happens, good or bad, it is not appropriate for so many people to go in.

You guys wait here, I'll go in myself and see if everything is okay.

After saying that, he stepped into the woods.

…

Deep in the woods, the scalpel behind Zhao Jing's back was still jumping nimbly, drawing bright red strokes one after another, forming a complex, strange, and uniquely beautiful hieroglyph.

Holding the scalpel was a fat, white hand.

The owner of this hand is none other than... Fang Bo!

Wearing his school uniform, he rolled up his sleeves, held the scalpel, and cut it in one stroke, occasionally shaking his wrist to shake off the blood on the blade. There was a smile on his face, and the previous submissiveness and lingering grievances had long disappeared!

At this time, he is not the fat son who was slapped by his father, nor is he the eternal second place in the forty-seven, but a genius talisman master! Learn 10,000 kinds of runes in one year and be promoted to sequence nine. In just two years, he has completed all the training for Sequence Nine, and is only one step away from Sequence Eight!

He doesn't know Zhao Jing... maybe he has met her in school before, or maybe even exchanged a few words with her? But that doesn’t matter!

When his blade jumped and left strokes, the person Zhao Jing was no longer in his mind. What he could feel was the resistance of the yellowish skin to the scalpel. It was the life and soul of the body flowing with his pen, and it was transformed into another form by the runes he wrote.

The vast amount of Talisman knowledge in his mind is emerging, colliding, and being verified!

correct!

It's done!

That's right!

Is such that!

I understand……

In his mind, more and more doubts were dispelled, more and more knowledge was shining, everything he had learned in the past three years was mobilized, his state, his emotions, his consciousness... Everyone is mobilized!

His scalpel made the final stroke, leaving thick ink spots on Zhao Jing's spine for a moment!

Ping...

He heard a crisp sound in a daze, as if something in his mind was broken, and some acupuncture point was opened!

Huh? I got promoted?

His sea of ​​consciousness acupuncture point has been opened, and his spiritual consciousness flows out from the sea of ​​consciousness, like an invisible wind, blowing in the woods, blowing on his scalpel, and blowing on the blood on Zhao Jing's back. characters.

The skin of Zhao Jing's back covered with runes suddenly began to tremble and twitch. It actually separated from Zhao Jing's back, jumped up on its own, twitched, shrunk, and turned into a narrow yellow rune, fluttering in the wind. It flew into Fang Bo's hands.

Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Fang Bo's eyes glowed with ecstasy, he grinned and looked at the yellow talisman.

As for Zhao Jing's bloody back, he didn't even look at it... Anyway, Zhao Jing's three souls and six souls had been sucked into the human skin talisman by the runes, and the body was already an empty shell.

…

In the woods.

The slave-catching charm attached to the tree is still swaying in the wind.

Zhang Jianchang couldn't kneel down.

Dozens of students could not afford to kneel down.

More students arrived one after another. They looked over curiously, looked into the Xieyi vertical eyes painted on the talisman, and then knelt down.

Amidst the sound of step, step footsteps, Fang Bo held the soul talisman he had just made and came here to look at the dozens of students kneeling on the ground.

He grinned.

Hey, classmates, I'm going to travel around the world soon.

I need a few soul talismans with me.

“I need your help.

I'll lend you a piece of human skin and a pair of three souls and six souls!

If one day I become rich...well, I won't have the chance to pay you back. Hehe.

He stepped forward and casually extended his hand to a girl, Bai Mo's monitor, Fang Yuan.

At this time, Fang Yuanchang couldn't kneel down and was knocked down by Fang Bo. Fang Bo pulled her body and put her on the ground, motionless. It seemed that he had become completely sluggish, and his whole body had turned into a puppet that could only breathe and only have a heartbeat.

Fang Bo took out the scalpel and wiped the blood stains on the blade with Fang Yuan's clothes.

Refining the first soul talisman is the most difficult, but he has already started, and it only takes ten minutes to refine all the dozens of people present into soul talismans!

His fat hands pulled up Fang Yuan's clothes and were about to tear them apart...

Sudden.

The sound of stepping, stepping footsteps sounded.

He raised his head and saw another person coming in the forest.

Bai Mo?

Fang Bo shivered for no reason, as if he was afraid.

But then I thought about it, what are you afraid of?

This is not a test, nor is it like studying.

He is a genius talisman master, already in the eighth sequence, how could he be afraid of Bai Mo? Isn't Bai Mo also the beast master of sequence nine?

Today, Bai Mo came just in time to kill him and use his human skin and three souls and six souls to make a soul talisman!

Bai Mo is so smart, so the soul talisman he made must be of better quality?

He grinned as he thought.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong... Why was Bai Mo still walking over? Why is Bai Mo not affected by the Slave Catcher Talisman? Even Sequence Nine would still be insane and in a trance, right? How could Bai Mo not react at all? Didn't Bai Mo see the slave-catching charm on the tree?

An idea struck him, he raised his head and shouted, Bai Mo, we classmates don't know what's going on, they're all kneeling here.

Look what happened to them!

Look at the trees, there are so many strange talismans!

But he saw Bai Mo walking towards him, his eyes scanning the slave-catching charms attached to the tree.

But where Bai Mo looked, the slave-catching charms were shaking violently in the wind, as if they were afraid of Bai Mo's gaze! It was shaking again, and smoke was coming out! And behind the black smoke, there was fire! In the blink of an eye, a slave-catching talisman posted on the tree was turned into ashes by the leaping tongues of fire and disappeared with the wind.

Dozens of kneeling students in the audience fell to the ground one after another, unconscious and unaware of their fate. Their souls have been suppressed for too long, and they need a lot of training before they can recover.

Bai Mo walked up to Fang Bo, looked at the unconscious Fang Yuan, looked at Fang Bo squatting next to Fang Yuan, and looked at the scalpel that Fang Bo had hidden in Fang Yuan's clothes, with only a little bit of the handle exposed.

Youyou sighed.

I saw those talismans.

Then what?

Fang Bo squatted beside Fang Yuan and took out another talisman. But it was the soul talisman just made using Zhao Jing's skin and three souls and six souls.

You should also take a look at this one.

Between the two of them, Fang Bo's spiritual consciousness spurted out from the acupoint between his eyebrows, activated the soul talisman, aimed it at Bai Mo's face, and flew towards him with a whoosh sound!

In an instant, Bai Mo saw the flying talisman clearly.

This is a yellow charm. Zhao Jing's originally fair skin was condensed into a strip as long as a palm and turned yellow. The bloody patterns carved on the talisman, the dragons and phoenixes, the iron-painted silver hooks, seem to outline a simple drawing, outlining the shape of a face. It is a girl's face, with an oval face, small eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. , and there is a black mole on one side of the corner of the mouth.

Bai Mo thinks it doesn't look good.

But familiar.

because……

This is Zhao Jing's face.

The face of Zhao Jing, who has been a classmate for three years, has not had a close relationship and doesn’t talk much, but we just took a lot of photos together.