Led by three people who didn't know whether they were secretaries or bodyguards or both, Feng Xue held a Chinese-English dictionary in one hand and word cards in the other.
Amidst the sound of friction, he walked into a spacious room with an attitude that didn't look like a prisoner, but rather like a saint who was about to preach like a believer.
This is a bit similar to the visiting room in a prison, but much larger. The entire room is divided into two parts by a transparent plate of unknown material but nearly ten centimeters thick. The boss I saw yesterday does not look very smart.
, and a man in a wheelchair who was suspected to have been tortured by Infinite City, were currently chatting on the other side of the transparent plate, and beside them stood five or six bodyguards holding firearms.
"Quite careful." Feng Xue thought to himself, and walked towards the two of them, but when he was less than five meters away from the transparent wall, he was blocked by a hand, and then there was a burst of chirping.
What more words to say.
But looking at the situation, he roughly understood that it meant that he couldn't go any further.
At the same time, Jaston also took out his cell phone, fiddled with it and took note of it, when a stiff male voice came from the speakers in the four corners of the room——
"Dear Mr. Han Meimei, I hope you can fulfill your promise, which is related to your life."
"Life? What do you mean? Is it the fault of the machine?" Feng Xuehuan thought that his thoughts were exposed, but then he realized that this was probably the trouble caused by the machine. But considering his current situation, it seemed that
It doesn't have to be too accurate.
"Yes." Feng Xue responded, then took out his word card and showed the few words he copied yesterday to the bodyguard who stopped him.
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"What's written on it?" Seeing this, Jeston wanted to go over and observe with his own eyes, but considering the danger the other party might have, he still chose to stay where he was and asked the bodyguard.
"Boss, what is written on these pieces of paper is 'ritual', 'material', 'venue', and 'probability'."
Listening to the bodyguard read out the corresponding words one by one, Jeston nodded and said:
"I have prepared what you asked for yesterday. It is open enough here so you can do it here. As for the success rate, I have prepared a lot of materials and you can try it until you succeed."
The phone faithfully translated his call into Chinese. At the same time, the man on the side also took out a box from the corner, which contained the materials that Feng Xue copied to Jaston yesterday using a Chinese-English dictionary.
Seeing Feng Xue squatting in front of the box and tinkering, Fran frowned and said immediately:
"My friend, I have to remind you that if he masters a power similar to magic and draws a lethal magic circle, we will all be unlucky."
"If he really knew magic, how could he be caught by us? Besides, this is a high-strength resin that can withstand an RPG bombardment. I can guarantee that if he attacks us, he will be blown up first.
he himself!"
Jeston knocked on the transparent wall confidently. Although he had no talent, he still valued his own safety.
Seeing that Jaston was stubborn, Fran stopped talking and stared at Feng Xue with his remaining eyes, seemingly cursing him for failing in the performance.
Feng Xue didn't care so much at this time, just checking the contents of the box.
Several bags of blood, probably taken from the hospital blood bank, some mercury sulfide, which is the main component of cinnabar, as well as things such as brushes, and some ores as base materials.
After confirming that he had everything he wrote down yesterday, Feng Xue also relaxed a little. What he was most worried about was not that he didn't get it all together, but that the other party deliberately added some "fake goods" to these things. In this way, if he succeeded,
, the falsehood of the ceremony will be exposed and fall into a disadvantageous situation.
But now it seems that the other party obviously has no awareness of that aspect. Everything is a serious thing. Those bags of blood even have hospital labels. Judging from the temperature, it is probably just taken out of the cold storage not long ago.
"Then it's time to show off your acting skills." Feng Xue took a deep breath, tore open the blood bag, poured the scarlet liquid full of rust smell into the bowl, then took some cinnabar and threw it in, while stirring, he muttered,
It looks like he is reciting a mantra.
The brush was stained with blood, and he drew it bit by bit on the ground covered with white porcelain. After a standard prototype, Feng Xue filled in the beautiful six-pointed star, runes with unknown meanings, and symbols representing the sun and the moon.
in the corresponding position.
Feng Xue did not ask for any auxiliary drawing tools, because that would make him look very unprofessional. Only by showing a familiarity like a cook trying to understand a cow can people feel that he is doing this on a daily basis.
As for how he ensures that he doesn't self-defeat himself?
Although the labels of Infinite City have been sealed, the knowledge he learned and the skills he developed from those labels will not become unfamiliar because of this. His hands that dissected a large number of corpses are stable and precise enough, and Chen Xiyao provided him with
The label also gave him the design skills for plate placement and carvings.
Yes, although the painting depicts a bloody magic circle, Feng Xue uses the skill of a chef in setting dishes.
The whole process lasted for about half an hour, and Feng Xue was able to draw this magic circle with a diameter of less than one meter.
At this time, his hands and wrists were somewhat red and swollen, and his ankles had begun to ooze blood.
But now was not the time to care about these discomforts. Feng Xue took a deep breath, took out a piece of iron ore from the box and placed it in the center of the array. While pretending to recite the so-called spell silently, she quietly opened the golden finger panel and placed it in the center of the array.
The recasting target was aimed at that piece of ore...
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Feng Xue's operation was actually very boring, but this did not lower Jaston's mood. Even if Fran on the side kept badmouthing him, he didn't care at all.
In his eyes, the beautiful bloody array is like a huge money printing machine. No matter how boring the manufacturing process is, it is perfect!
"It's coming! It's coming!" Jeston suddenly became excited when he saw Feng Xue finally placing the iron ore in the center of the circle. His eyes were full of expectation, but Fran didn't say anything more at this time.
, he had already said a lot in the half hour before, and all he has to do now is just watch that demon fail!
Although he was just an ordinary person before entering that damn place, driven by Jeston's funding and hatred over the years, he had done a lot of research on these demons. Therefore, he was very sure that even if there really was a creation
There is absolutely no way to make magical items using a bunch of materials from the real world!
After all, how could these extremely ordinary materials become magical materials that are almost indestructible and unable to detect any known elements?