Back in Jack's workshop, Jory glanced at the clothes rack, intentionally or not.

The robe, studded with metal armor, hung quietly, like a silent predator, waiting for its prey to come into its range...... Carry out psychic erosion.

The clothes that bite people, and the words that old Jack roared at the time, you never want to see the light of day again...... Ferson?

While he lowered his head thoughtfully, Jack had already begun to make the spell seal.

The method of making a pseudo-spell mark is not the same as the technique of soul extraction, and Old Jack's method is to use his own mana instead of the soul power of the spell mark, infuse it into the mold, and use fur as a vehicle to depict the pattern of the spell mark.

The spell mark made by Old Jack is very simple to use, just use a knife to cut the skin and flesh of the part where you want to attach the curse mark, revealing some blood, and then paste the fur on the side of the spell mark depicted, and wait until the pseudo spell mark mana flows under the skin.

Lighting the oil lamp, Jack's slow but skillful fingers slid over the spell seal drawings, he selected a drawing, removed it, and quickly found a mold of the same shape as the drawing, and placed it together on the bloodstained workbench.

"What are you doing!"

Just as Old Jack picked up the razor and was about to dig out a piece of flesh from his arm, Jory immediately came over and grabbed Jack's arm.

"You've drained enough blood today, and if you lose blood, you're ......," Jory didn't continue, but Old Jack understood what he meant.

If the blood loss continues, Old Jack may not see the next daylight appear.

But......

Customers who ordered the spell seal. Just watching from the workshop, even if Jory snatched his order by forceful means, it was useless, and it could not erase the record. No one is allowed in the city, at least not in public.

The shop on the side of the street, in such a large public, Qiao Li really couldn't do this man in one move, and the other party could find the demon guard and sue the two of them.

This curse can't be done without it......

"No way, you have to use blood to make it. I just need to ......" Old Jack's wry smile was not finished. As soon as he said this, Jory immediately spoke: "Let's use my blood, your purple-red paste, look at my appetite for a day." ”

Jory didn't move as he spoke. A dark red mist that was visible to the naked eye drifted out of his body. There was a faint smell of blood.

These red mist seem to have wisdom. Flew towards Old Jack's mold, and re-condensed into fresh blood in the hollow of the mold, filling the hole.

"Actually......"

At this time. The male guest, who was an outsider, spoke, and he looked at the blood mist that Qiao Li had differentiated with jealousy, and said with a very unnatural face: "...... In fact, the old man's body is also very important, the old man's health is not good, please don't force him to ......"

If it weren't for the iron law of urban killers cutting through a thousand cuts, Jory would definitely turn around and pinch this nonsense brain to death.

“…… However, I don't use my own blood, so I can't do psychics. Old Jack also knows his physical condition, and after excreting so much poisonous blood today, he has already lost a lot of blood in his body.

Now Jack was tired and his consciousness was blurry, and he would lose too much blood, and Jack's physical condition did not allow him to continue to lose blood.

The male guest looked at Qiao Li's uncertain side face, as if Qiao Li was going to explode, a drop of cold sweat flowed from his forehead, rolled his throat, and the male guest said dryly: "The old man is in such poor health, it's better to be fine, that ...... Take a break......"

"Less nonsense! Roll into the corner by yourself! Jory's eyes glowed scarlet, and he looked at Jack with a low roar.

"You tell me how to make it, and I'll do it for you." As he spoke, Jory glanced back at the man.

Targeted by Jory's indifferent and merciless gaze, the man's neck tightened, and he withdrew from the workshop in a gloomy manner, and closed the door very respectfully.

“…… You can try eavesdropping, and I'll try to pull you into a no-man's corner of the city and suck it off. In the workshop, Jory's deep voice could be heard.

The man who was eavesdropping on the wooden door trembled, and hurriedly flew out and retreated straight to the gate of the store.

"Alas......"

Old Jack let out a long sigh.

He seemed unable to look at the workbench that accompanied him day and night, and when he stepped aside, Jack craned his back and said, "I say, you do, don't spoil my baby." ”

"Pour blood into the mold, use the connection between you and your own blood to create mana resonance......" Old Jack turned his back to Jory, and looked at the mage robe hanging on the hanger very gloomy: "Since you are good at controlling blood, it is not difficult to resonate with your own blood, you will next infuse mana into the blood in the mold......"

Without looking at Jory, Old Jack looked deeply at the mage's robe, and he continued meticulously: "When I made the spell seal, I poured ice or wave mana into the mold, and you didn't have my mana nature...... Depending on your personal abilities, you should have learned to enchant. ”

"Take the third jar from the left hand of the workbench, pinch out some powder, sprinkle it into the mold, and use it to fix the spell mark form......" Although Jack didn't look back, he made the materials one by one: "Mana infusion can't be stopped, continue to instill, the rhythm should be steady and slow, and then change to the rightmost jar...... Don't touch it with your hands. ”

"Grass!"

Old Jack's "Don't touch it with your hands" sounded almost at the same time as Jory's scolding "grass".

Hearing some panicked collision behind him, Jack sighed helplessly.

"That bottle contains a potion that can break down evaporated matter, don't accidentally melt your hands...... Drop in two drops of the potion, and then just wait, continue to infuse the mana, and maintain it until the blood in the mold evaporates and forms a semi-finished product...... Be careful not to explode. ”

A few steps forward, Old Jack reached out and touched the mage robe in front of him, his thin and rough hand touching the shabby and dull robe.

One is an old man like rotten wood. One is a battle suit that will never see the light of day, and the two are sympathetic to each other, both of them have bid farewell to the glory of the past, and they are buried together in the corners of the world today.

Even if he didn't go to see Jory the whole time, Jory's movements were all under Jack's control, you know, these mechanical boring cycles are what he has been doing for decades.

Silently calculating the time in his heart, at a certain moment, he looked at Jack in the battle robe with complicated eyes. Raise your hands to plug your ears.

Two hands plugging ears. He still looked at the battle suit in front of him with a lost gaze, recalling the story of him and this battle suit.

Sure enough, more than ten seconds later. A fierce burst of light ruffled Jack's withered hair. Loud explosions. It rang out as Jack had expected.

Turning around in a hurry, Jack walked over as if he had predicted this. Forget to glance at Jory, whose face is bloody and bloody.

With his hands flat in front of him, Jory's face was dripping with scorched blood, the skin of his face blew up a large swath, revealing the muscles hidden under the dermis, one eyeball was missing, and the only remaining eye, recovered from his stunnedness, and turned to staring angrily at Jack.

"Before starting, why didn't you remind me to put a piece of carrier first!" Jory roared loudly, and a whirlwind of dark red blood mist swept around him, enveloping his entire body in the center of the whirlwind.

Inside the dark red whirlwind, Jory scolded angrily: "...... You must have done it on purpose, right? I forgot to take a piece of fur and put it under the mold just now, why didn't you remind me! ”

"I'm sorry, I forgot too." Old Jack said bluntly.

It was precisely because he suddenly remembered that Jory had not prepared a piece of fur first that Old Jack blocked his ears, because he knew that without a carrier, the infused mana would explode if there was nowhere to go.

But once the mana infusion starts, it can't be stopped, and if there is no carrier, it will explode if it stops.

The dark red whirlwind that smelled of blood slowly retracted, revealing Jory's intact face, as well as his new leather coat, he was completely unharmed, but his face was more pale and bloodless, revealing that Jory was not happy to recover his body with mist.

Dots flew on the side of Jory's face, looked at him sympathetically, stretched out his soft transparent little hand, patted Jory's head one by one, made a gesture of comfort, and at the same time puffed angrily, glaring at Old Jack with Jory.

This old fellow is very underwhelmed......

"It's the first time you've made a mana spell mark, and it's good that you're able to do it to this extent." Old Jack said softly: "Once familiar with the production method, it will not be difficult to make it the second time, after all, this production technique is the simplest one......"

"The second time?" Jory laughed exaggeratedly when he heard this: "I think, no need." ”

Slowly raising his left hand, Jory turned his fist and spread his five fingers.

The scorching light of the fire bloomed in the palm of Jory's hand. A crescent moon pattern as bright as glass appeared on Jory's palm.

There is no fur as a carrier, but Jory still has a body of his own. Flesh and blood, why can't it be the carrier of the curse mark!

The bright and dazzling firelight, I don't know how much pure flame energy is instilled, is not comparable to Jack's works at all! Look at the spell mark wafting away from the luster of the palm of the hand, and even rubbing the clicking sparks in the air, it is clear that the situation is when the energy reaches the saturation limit!

"You, you use your hand as a carrier...... You are crazy? Old Jack's calm face changed, and he looked at Jory like a madman.

No one knows this pseudo-spell mark better than him, and although it is not as good as the original spell mark for refining souls, it is still a product infused with pure energy!

You know, it's energy that can explode! It's okay to say that the mold and fur exploded, at most one more set can be added, but with your own body as the carrier, it will be fun to blow it up, and Jory does this, using his own hands as a carrier.

It's just that......

Looking at the crescent moon fire blooming in Jory's palm, it was clear that he had succeeded.

Not only was it a success, but it was also a spell mark that had expanded its energy to the limit! Looking at the pattern of sparks bursting with sparks, the ears can almost hear clearly, this is simply a trend of exploding at the touch of a button!

How much flame energy did this crazy guy pour into it? (To be continued......)