Chapter 80 The Ritual of the Lyricist

Author: Monroe Wuque

Chapter 80 The Ritual of the Lyricist

This is the third day after the copy begins.

Early in the morning, the golden sun was slightly warm, Yang Fan pulled the trailer to the door of 1 Zhai, and the dormitory manager quickly opened the door for him.

The trailer was prepared according to the number of people reported yesterday, but he knew that there was one more.

The notifications in the vx group alarmed some people who could not sleep. Soon, they came with thick dark circles on their slippers, their expressions were either tense or slightly panic.

I don’t know how their dormitory decided to go downstairs.

Chai Yun was also among them. When it was her turn, Yang Fan handed her the box that was idle in the corner to the present.

The box was very light, and Chai Yun went upstairs alone from the stairs.

After returning to the dormitory, Wei Miao opened the box and found a pair of black high heels with dazzling diamonds. When she lay in her hands, it was exactly 38 sizes.

As someone who has been in contact with Wei Chuanwu, Yang Fan cannot keep his high heels in his hands.

After Yang Fan finished distributing, he took the trailer to 2Zhai.

He didn't know goodness and thought it was just right, and he came this time to lay the foundation for tomorrow.

In the dormitory, Wei Miao was browsing the forum, and today was another day of chaos.

"Please help, another roommate of mine is lost. Now there are only two people left in the dormitory. Who should go downstairs tomorrow?!"

"It's okay to find a dormitory next door, or eat snacks. Now is the time to test your popularity."

“…”

I really don’t know if I can meet the old man twice in a row or not.

Wei Miao put down her phone, she had already thought about doing something.

When the ghost domain is gesturing, the barriers between the internal and external isolation will fluctuate violently, which means that the spirit society will open the barrier soon. Before that, how to get the trick is a difficult point.

She is self-aware of her own level, and once the spirit club enters the venue, her mission will be declared failure.

In other words, the winning conditions are limited to how to quickly kill the two ghosts that are bred to death in the eyes of other players and obtain the trick.

Generally, ghosts born in ghost domains are the worst C-level, and for such large-scale ghosts and firewood materials, the double ghosts are at least B-level. The B-level level can be compared with the president of the Municipal Spirit Society, and the president of the Municipal Spirit Society is supernatural.

There are absolutely upper class people in the circle.

It is probably difficult for her to survive under the Double Ghosts, let alone kill quickly.

But she still has resources on hand.

While contacting Xia Ziwan, she asked her to come quickly, and instructed her two roommates to help them organize the balcony and clear out the open space.

Bai Zelan is a painting enthusiast, but she likes to stumble on fish, so a large box of paint is useless. Wei Miao picked out vermilion from it, mixed with water, and used a thick brush to draw a pattern on the ivory white tiles.

[Blooded Scholar] is a functional max with an attack of 0. The lower limit and the upper limit have no boundaries. The reason is its second ability [Praise of Generalist].

High risk and high rewards, quickly obtain "truth" at the cost of sacrifices, and offer sacrifices to unknown existences to pray for mysterious knowledge.

Or crazy in whispers or laugh in enlightenment.

The ceremony process has long been engraved in Wei Miao's mind.

The ceremony is divided into two main subjects, one is the host, which is the sacrificer, the guardian, and the direct feedbacker of the ceremony. It draws the magic circle, presides over the ceremony, recites prayers, and offers sacrifices.

Among them, feedback after the success of the ceremony is the most dangerous. Crazy is the pollution of wisdom. It is omnipresent and comes with the truth of taboos, spreading with whispers and knowledge as carriers.

Maybe you think you're all right and you can joke about "I've received it, feel good." In fact, you may have slid into the abyss of madness without knowing it.

This is the most terrifying thing about pollution. It subtly changes cognition, and you can't even notice "change". When the change is exposed, you have already agreed from the bottom of your heart that you are now normal, correct, and conceptual

Twisted, madness and normality are further reversed.

Therefore, it is definitely abnormal to be an excellent ritualist, and a normal ritualist is definitely not excellent.

The other main body is the magic circle. The sacrificial ritual array diagram required by [Boyal Scholar] is simple, and there is no need to pay attention to the drawing materials. This is just a one-time array diagram. Ordinary pigments on the market can satisfy it. The response from the "

God "maintains operation so as not to collapse in the middle of the transmission material too fragile.

[Scholar] The outer ring of the sacrifice array is a common double-line ring, but the internal infrastructure is a very rare non-equiangled hexagram. This is one of the variants of the hexagram architecture, symbolizing "abnormal", "seeking knowledge" and "aggressive"

", is the only architectural choice for mad scholars to seek knowledge from high-level existences.

This magic circle generally does not have insurance restrictions to maximize the listening of the gods.

The pattern is a large triangle with an inverted triangle, which represents "stability", "suppression", "circulation", etc., and the double pattern is generally for superposition effect.

It helps the ritual itself to stabilize and smooth the gifting power.

As mentioned earlier, the ritual array diagram itself is not complicated, but the host needs a little bit of painting skills: if the circle is drawn into a duck egg, even if the algorithm array really runs, the responding existence will have great malice to you.

As a medium of communication, the magic circle is like a person's words. If it is written crookedly like a maggot, the response existence will be like swallowing a ton of flying, and you will not help but reflect on why you clicked the response button.

Wei Miao's hand steadily and quickly drew a nearly perfect circle on the ground, and even if the pigment was used in the middle, it could be continued without any trace.

Xia Ziwan pushed the door and came in, stood quietly aside, staring at her with the other two.

In about five minutes, the formation map of about 2 meters*2 meters was completed, and the sacrificial formation was sacrificed for the simple version.

Wei Miao stood up with the coloring board, and Xia Ziwan consciously stepped into the formation map, kneeling down devoutly, closing her eyes, and holding her hands in front of her chest.

Wei Miao packed up the paint, stood by the side, lowered his head and eyes, with no expression on his face, and the quiet voice was like a wind chime in the distance: "The mysterious divine move, the ancient pioneer, the wise man of truth, the humble seeker of knowledge on the path of truth

Praise your glory and wisdom. You are the wise man in the vast starry sky and the blind man in the abyss of chaos..."

She saw the lines of the magic circle appearing bright red, not dazzling, but the color is so high that it overshadows the sunlight and flickers at a certain frequency, as if responding.

For example, it is in standby mode of the computer, and it has been powered on, just waiting for "sacrifice" and "request".

"I offer you all the extraordinary abilities and items that the woman has mastered, and pray to you to sacrifice the sacrifice to the Thousand Eyes of the Devil God!"

As the final prayer fell, for a moment, the red light became everything in Wei Miao's vision.

In the red light, she saw a huge mirror with a gorgeous and delicate carving, which seemed to carve all things. The mirror seat is composed of the bones of unknown creatures, surrounded by sharp spikes with distinct joints.

Like a pale crown.

The wonder of the mirror is indescribable. The simple color changes are enough to make people lose their speech, not to mention the scenery reflected on it. It seems that there are thousands of world scenes, and more of the heart-wrenching darkness, staring at it like life

she.

Accompanied by knowledge, some kind of strange cry, like a night owl howled on a stormy night, piercing the mind, supplemented with hypnotic murmuring, telling the greatness of God.

This is an unknown god from the abyss, a reflection god, a reflexive self, a place for spiritual torture, and a mirror of demonic emptiness!

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