This page is the last page of the manual.
All text, no pictures.
It records the last link of worshiping the deceitful god.
Wu Jian closed the manual and picked up the small clay pot.
The clay pot is rough, earthy yellow in color, hard and cold to the touch, as if it contains ice water.
Wu Jian opened the cork, and a disgusting stench escaped from it.
This smell immediately made him lose interest in this ritual of worshiping the deceitful god.
He didn’t want to write on his body with such a smelly thing.
However, he was also sure that the liquid in this clay pot was indeed Wei Mo, and he felt the same cold aura as Wei Wei in these liquids.
After checking the bone brush again, after confirming that this brush also contained strange power.
Wu Jian put these things away.
“No problem.”
“good.”
The young man nodded, turned around and left.
Wu Jian looked at the back of the other party leaving, rubbed his chin, and the light and shadow of the dial in his left eye flashed away.
He saw two torches burning within the youth.
One is a human white torch, and the other is a strange blue and white torch.
The human’s white torch continued to emit thin flames, which merged into the blue-white flames.
The time flames of the two merged to a certain extent, but this fusion was very shallow and would not have much impact on the young man’s lifespan.
Compared with the Gu family sisters, this young man is in much better condition.
“Is this the level of the special affairs department’s master of tricks? It’s not bad.”
The driving is weird, but the damage to the lifespan is not big.
This control has been called perfect.
As for whether he will consume more lifespan when using Weird, Wu Jian is not sure.
“Wu Jian, did you get something?”
Qin Shuyu, who had been waiting outside, waited for the young man to leave, and then walked into the room.
“Well, I’ve got it, no problem.”
Picking up the forbidden talisman and pasting it on the suitcase, Wu Jian nodded to Qin Shuyu.
“You can book me a ticket back home.”
“…”
After hearing this, Qin Shuyu was silent for a while, and said softly.
“Don’t you consider staying in the imperial capital? With your ability, you can develop better in the imperial capital.”
“Feel sorry.”
Wu Jian shook his head.
“I don’t have much ambition, and I’m more family-loving. It’s not very suitable for me to develop in the imperial capital.”
“Is that so? Well, can I go to your place to play when I have time?”
Lowering his head in frustration, Qin Shuyu asked in a low voice.
“Of course, you are always welcome.”
Wu Jian smiled slightly and nodded.
“Hee hee~ Wait a minute, I’ll book a ticket for you.”
Seeing Qin Shuyu’s back leaving like a happy deer, Wu Jian’s expression returned to his indifference.
He glanced at the suitcase in his hand and picked up the phone.
【Congratulations, you have obtained a sacrificial ritual from ancient times. 】
[There is no problem with the steps of this ritual, but the props of the ritual are too shabby. 】
[Not only is there no crucial original spell skin as the base of the ritual, even the tricky ink and tricky brush are inferior. 】
[Such rituals have fallen into the bottom line from the very beginning. 】
【Worship God…】
[Worship to the deceitful god, for my use. 】
[But… are they worthy? 】
[If you want to use weirdness, just grab it! 】
“Not worthy? Isn’t it a little too crazy?”
Wu Jian really didn’t understand, why the prompts from the Unreal Era always set his status so high.
This puts him under a lot of pressure.
【not at all. 】
The black text gradually blurred, Wu Jian silently put away the phone.
Just take a look at the hints from the Weird Era, and don’t take it too seriously.
You just need to absorb the useful information in these tips.
“The props of the ritual are shabby, that’s not a problem, don’t I have props that are not shabby?”
Wu Jian touched the Emperor’s Clock in his pocket.
This complete artifact has the function of strengthening rituals.
If you use this thing to worship the strange god, it will definitely give the worshiped strange a big surprise.
Wu Jian is ready.
After going home and resting for a few days, I found a suitable target in the forum to try this ritual.
At that time, he can not only understand the function of rituals, but also control a new weirdness, and at the same time earn money and contribution points on the forum.
It’s not too much to praise.
Qin Shuyu moved quickly.
It took less than ten minutes to book Wu Jian a business seat ticket back to Qingshan City on the same day.
The two had lunch together.
Wu Jian came to the high-speed rail station in Qin Shuyu’s car.
“Come and play sometime.”
Wu Jian, who was carrying a suitcase and backpack, waved to Qin Shuyu who was on the platform.
“Well, I will!”
Qin Shuyu smiled gently, and gently waved goodbye to Wu Jian.
[The train from Imperial Capital to Qingshan City is about to leave, passengers are requested to get on the train as soon as possible. 】
Wu Jian nodded to Qin Shuyu, turned around and walked into the carriage.
The high-speed train gradually accelerated, and the scene outside the window was gradually thrown away.
Sitting on the chair, Wu Jian opened his palms.
Blood color climbed in his palm, smudged his palm.
The three strangely twisted words turned into palm prints, constantly changing in his palm.
In the end, the three characters gradually distorted and disintegrated.
Start moving towards another text.
But I don’t know why, whenever this text is about to take shape, it will quietly disintegrate.
Unable to compose true distorted text.
“Is there really something important missing?”
Wu Jian, who wanted to use his own strength to reconstruct the word “澎” on the ghost handprint, gave up the idea after several attempts.
If the distorted text wants to be truly formed, in addition to knowing how the text is written.
There should be other, more important media as well.
This medium should require rituals of worshiping the gods to activate.
“It seems that there is no rush.”
