If the kind of lying on the bed with the curtains closed before going to bed, whispering in the dark on a whim, telling about the ancient tombs and wandering ghosts is enough to make the heart beat faster, then in this dark, clammy hall of ruins, the stories carefully prepared with various magic items are enough to make the heart of the faint of heart stop.

No wonder it is clearly written on the invitation letter of the ghost story contest that students with a bad heart should bring their own heart strengthening medicine.

By no means an exaggerated promotion for a pharmacy.

And it really doesn't have much to do with courage or anything, ghost stories aren't about confronting monsters that can't be defeated or scaring people with a sudden attack that you can't kill, that's just the lowest level of tactics.

Like these skilled contestants, they tend to quietly plant a seed in the listener's heart, then gradually provoke their instinctive panic, and then guide this panic to water that seed to take root and become part of the listener's psyche, so that they can face the horror watered by their own imagination.

It's hard to get rid of even if you know it's fake.

And the more carefully they listen and think more concretely, the more scared the students feel.

Mo Lin is already relatively nervous, but after listening to the story of a fourth-grade senior, he also broke out in a cold sweat, and from time to time he had to look back, always feeling that something was lurking in the dark, as if he would stretch out a tentacle to drag him away at any time.

As for Marcas, he had already died in the ghost story of the previous senior.

Morin remembered that the senior told a story about a hazi ghost, and was talking about the nervousness, saying that the unlucky protagonist was venturing in the cave to hunt for treasure, and after climbing and climbing, he stopped to rest when he was tired, and an eyeless haqi ghost quietly hung from the top of the cave like a spider behind the protagonist.

But the protagonist is unaware, and is still taking out the water bag to drink water.

At this juncture, everyone waited nervously for the following, but they didn't want the senior to quietly activate the magic props, so in the dark, everyone felt a wet cold wind suddenly blowing from the back of their necks, accompanied by a throat sound in their ears.

It's like a goblin breathing dampness at the back of his neck.

Marcas, who was panting next to him, immediately lost his sound, and his body fell down as soon as he went limp.

was caught by Senior Mike, who had been prepared for a long time.

Fortunately, Marcus was only weak and weak, and he was still awake, a little stronger than the other two girls who passed out directly.

This kind of combination of magic and story, the frightening effect can almost catch up with the illusion of Bob's senior dark passage, and even the audience who can still stand will inevitably be scared out of a cold sweat.

In addition to this, some of the contestants also used a magical soundtrack.

The sound of the various timbres played by the unknown instruments and the rhythm of the contestants' narration are perfectly combined, whether they are mournful or gloomy or sharp and harsh, and easily infect the emotions of most listeners. Then the dark atmosphere was like a nightmare in an ancient tomb, and even the figures around him seemed to become strange.

Only the voice in his ears was still close at hand, clutching his desperately beating heart.

Every tense place in the story, more than 100 people could not hear the slightest breath in the ruins of Nuoda, and everyone held their breath in unison, and at every key frightening place, they screamed again, and the muffled sound of the audience fainting to the ground continued.

It was an eye-opener for Maureen to hear.

It's the first time that the boy knows that there is this kind of special scary dubbing magic in this world, according to Mike, this kind of magic is still a relatively complex two-ring spell, and the scholar who created this kind of magic is afraid that it is not the existence of the king of ghost stories.

In addition, he was sure that he had heard Marcus raise his throat screaming, although the other party firmly refused to admit it afterwards, but Morin was definitely impressed, and Aeno on the side could also testify. The little vampire was not as engaged as the two teenagers, but listened to the story as if he were watching it, and his face looked even more rosy than the two teenagers.

Of course, not all of the contestants are veterans who know this well.

For example, Poliost, a fourth-year ghost senior, although he can suddenly get out of the snow to scare others, is obviously weaker at telling ghost stories on this stage.

- He was wrapped in a tattered cloak, his hands wore sharp finger sleeves and hovered on the stage for a long time, his mouth was almost foaming, but he couldn't arouse everyone's emotions. So he reluctantly used the ghost's intimidation method - in the following narration, he secretly stimulated his racial talent [Fear Wailing], which immediately made several junior students scare off the charts, but also caused everyone to protest.

In the end, he was disqualified by the host and forcibly dragged down with the verdict of 'using illegal magic'.

……

The ghost story contest lasted until midnight, and after the contestants showed their might, the final champion was actually taken away by their second-year Alice, who dyed her blonde hair gray and green and painted corpse white makeup powder on her face in order to tell the story, which shocked Morin and others who came to the event for the first time.

However, according to Senior Mike, Morin's Aunt Alice is a powerful veteran, because she has lived in the academy since she was a child, she has come to participate in the ghost story contest every year before she officially enrolls, and it is not surprising that she can win the championship this time.

When she told the story, she scared six listeners, including a fourth-grade boy, which shows her strength.

It was close to midnight, and everyone still hadn't finished.

After the professional competition, many students who were still unsatisfied started the amateur competition, and even Morin, who was surrounded by many people, told a story about Bigfoot. Of course, whether in terms of content or expression, the ghost stories of teenagers can only be described in four words, which is lackluster.

Emino also whispered an attempt to tell a ghost story, but she was obviously more talented, and in a few words, she scared the classmates next to her so much that she didn't dare to breathe, and she also scared Marcus into a strange scream, and was warmly invited by the discerning senior Mike to participate in the next competition.

The Ghost Story Contest is quite a popular event among students, especially for those who participate.

After all, the people who can come to Iluvita are all top geniuses, and there is no shortage of people who can become great magicians or even magic teachers in the future, and at that time they sat in the tavern with others, and boasted loudly while drinking, saying that they had scared the three magic masters and five great warriors just by telling ghost stories, and I don't believe you to ask who and who to see if they dare to refute, how majestic and majestic it is.

For example, "At that time, I was not false in the face of hundreds of great magicians, standing on the stage with a big hand and waving the tiger's body, I was shocked, and before I finished a sentence, I saw them all fainting and foaming at the mouth, unconscious" and so on.

It's a pity that with Morin's talent for telling ghost stories, he can probably only act as a crowd of onlookers who fainted on the ground.

After a long while, Senior Mike finally freed the teenager from the crowd.

"It's almost ready to go!" he pulled the boy into a corner.

"So early?" Morin suppressed his excitement, originally looking at the posture, he thought he would wait until the second half of the night to do it.

"The loophole discovered by the academy troublemakers this time is very dangerous, once activated, at least half of the magic enchantments in our academy will immediately fail, including the various enchantments in this area around the lake. Mike lowered his voice and said solemnly, "So we finally decided to activate only two Cell's time, so that you can get the attention of the academy elves and patch the loopholes in time, you can use these two seconds to push open the door of Brand's office and throw in the alchemy bullet before closing it." ”

"Remember to keep the door closed, or you'll be in trouble if Professor Brand loses something. He admonished, "Time, midnight, two Cell!

"Come on boy, we're the real warriors of the League of Tricksters!" he patted Merlin on the shoulder and walked for him, and cautiously put his pocket watch on his face, sneakily sending the three of them out of the ruins.

……

Not far from the steamy lakeside, down the long staircase full of erosion, the damp musty smell on the stone wall came to his face, and the stone statues on both sides of the passage had been worn away from all details.

The lighting crystals on the walls are dim.

There was a faint light flickering at a distance, and Brand was probably trying to use the unfriendly hallway to deny the students access to their door, Merlin muttered, listening to his footsteps echo through the dark passage.

Both Aemeno and Marcus stayed at the entrance to the passage near the lakeside.

Even if no one would visit Brand at this time, Daddy had said that you must plan carefully to do something bad, not to mention this kind of prank that provokes Professor Brand, and it would be a small life if it is exposed. And Marcas, who had already been frightened and weak, could not play any role at this time, and the burden of letting off the wind was all on the shoulders of the little vampire.

Bang, click...... Deliberately making some movement to embolden himself, Merlin only went deeper and deeper.

At the end of the passage, he finally saw a small wooden door.

The wooden door has a small keyhole, but it doesn't have the usual deadbolt structure, and should rely on the Academy's magical enchantment control.

He stepped forward and pushed cautiously, but the door did not move, and he knocked on it alarmingly.

"Knock knock!

There was no reaction, everything was silent, only the shadow of a teenager swaying slightly on the stone steps under the dimly lit crystal.

Fortunately, Brand hadn't returned to the academy yet, and Morin breathed a sigh of relief.

It would have been a waste of time to suddenly find out that Professor Bloody Eyes was in his office.

According to previous observations, Professor Brand rarely stayed at the college this semester, especially after classes before winter break, and many people saw him leave in a hurry.

It wasn't so coincidental that I would return to school at this time.

Reaching out for his pocket watch, it was still a few minutes before midnight, and Maureen relaxed.

After confirming that it was safe, he finally took out the heavy alchemy stink bomb, which was a killing weapon purchased by Senior Tomike, mixed with countless stinks and refined in a special way, including the kind of taste he specially requested, "a big green-headed fly that has eaten bread drowns in sour barley wine and then soaks in mold", which is guaranteed to make Brand unforgettable for the rest of his life.

The boy thought to himself.

Hum...... Who makes Brand so unpopular in his usual life, if you want to check it, you probably can't find me...... Young man, I can't fight back in his class this semester, I can't fight back, I can't fight back, I definitely can't get hatred, well, except for the time when I beat Cleo.

That time, Clio insulted Papa Pike on stage and was beaten up by him, and he couldn't resist Brand's cynicism and was deducted 50 points, but since then, he has never pulled Brand's hatred in the actual combat class of card use, and it may also have something to do with the fact that Professor Bloodeye may be sick and a little weak and doesn't have the heart to stare at him.

No matter what, anyway, there is no turning back arrow from the bow, and the rabbit does not eat the grass next to the nest, if he is cowardly now, he will not be laughed to death by Marcas.

He is a true warrior.

Maureen took out his pocket watch again.

Senior Mike repeatedly told him that there was only two seconds, and the boy simply tied the pocket watch to the back of his left hand and stared, while his palm gently pushed the door, and his right hand held the stink bomb, looking like he was waiting for it.

Counting down to ten sails, Maureen began to follow the silent count.

Nine, eight...... Five...... Two, one!

How?!

Seeing that the pointer has turned to zero, but it has just been calibrated with Senior Mike, and the time is not different, but the door still can't be opened?

In a hurry, he suddenly exerted force under his feet.

Sure enough, there was a miracle, and with a creak, the door suddenly opened, and his whole body immediately lost his balance and planted forward.

The moon god is above!

All of a sudden, cold sweat soaked the underwear.

Without thinking much about it, Merlin casually pressed the click to activate the alchemy bullet and threw it into the room, at the same time, a gray dazzle barrier was already condensed in front of him, he gritted his teeth, his unbalanced body slammed into the dazzle barrier, his shoulders rebounded with force, and finally he relied on his fingertips to hook the handle and barely close the door.

A set of moves is simply more extreme than fighting in a simulated arena.

After pushing harder, the door should have been locked again.

Call...... Good risk, good risk......

The teenager was terrified.

He had almost fallen into Brand's office just now, and it would be a big problem if he couldn't close the door in time.

However, if he accidentally fell in and closed the door, it would be even more troublesome, not only to enjoy the stink bomb he had carefully prepared, but also to wait inside for Brand to come back before he could release him—a scene that made my scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Morin, who looked lucky, sniffled, not smelling anything unusual.

Sure enough, the Academy's magic enchantment is still reliable, and there is not a trace of smell leaking out, and at this time, the stink bomb should have begun to cast a stench, which is enough to drive out all the animals in a large forest during the hunt.

He resisted the urge to leave his name at the door, took one last look at the wooden door, and turned to leave.

At the end of the day, the young man felt relaxed, and his steps were a lot happier.

But perhaps the situation was too tense just now, or perhaps he was too carried away at this time, and he didn't hear the faint "click" from the end of the passage for the first time—it was the sound of a small stone falling on the stone steps.

That was the warning he had agreed with Aeno.

When he paused, as if he had noticed, a huge lock net had fallen from the sky.

Morin was also reflexive, and at the moment when the whistling sound sounded in his ears, his body had already pounced forward, but the steel chain net changed direction as if it had grown eyes, and finally covered him, and then turned into a rope to tie him firmly.

The cold chains hurt his arm.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a fist had already smashed into his abdomen, and the boy couldn't help but bend down under the pain, followed by another pain in his back, but he was hit by a hard object like an elbow.

Clio's sinister laughter rang in his ears:

"Caught Morin!He's in there!!"

……

"Say, what the hell are you doing here!" Cleo escorted Merlin out of the dark passageway, and the bright moonlight outside squinted the young man's eyes, and the clammy wind blew on his face like a basin of cold water to make him sober up instantly.

"I have a question for Professor Brand, but he is not in the office. Maureen said without hesitation.

Equino and Marcus were also tied up, and it looked like their mouths were covered with some kind of magic, and they sat on the snow whimpering and trying to speak, but neither of them was hurt, much to Merin's relief.

The net-locking magic just now was definitely not something that Clio could cast, and this coward didn't have the guts to trouble himself like this, the boy calmed down, turned his head vigilantly and looked, and sure enough, he saw a figure he didn't want to see the most.

It was their sixth-grade senior, Marcas's older brother, Fox Mipoou.

Now it's a real problem.