The special talisman in Zheng Qing's mouth is not a special technique for making talisman bullets, but a different talisman wrapped in bullets. The talisman used by this talisman of his was drawn with his blood.

As far as most wizards are concerned, there are very few people who draw talismans with blood these days.

On the one hand, there is danger, if the rune paper does not burn completely, the blood is collected by the enemy, and it will not take two hours for a strange curse to come, and on the other hand, drawing blood runes will cause a huge physical burden on the wizard, and even lose life in serious cases.

Therefore, even if there is a place where blood is used in the talisman, it is at most a few drops of fingertip blood, and a talisman foot is crossed after the talisman is drawn. Just like Zheng Qing did last semester when he drew talismans for Li Meng in the wandering bar.

But where there are disadvantages, there are naturally advantages. The talismans that the wizard uses his own blood are not only more handy to use, but also several times more powerful than those outlined with dragon blood ink or cinnabar. Therefore, this ancient skill of drawing talismans was eventually passed down.

After the winter hunting meeting, considering that his combat methods were very limited, Zheng Qing learned from the pain, drew a few blood runes, and finally wrapped up three blood rune bullets, just in case. These talismans are usually hidden in small paulownia boxes in gray cloth bags.

Considering that the environment that requires the use of blood talismans must be very harsh, he draws a more widely applicable evil charm talisman, whether it is facing demons or those sneaky creatures under the moon, this talisman has a good restraint effect.

Originally, I thought that these 'evil charm bullets' would be silent in the paulownia box for a long time, but now it was time to use them.

After pressing a scarlet blood-colored talisman bullet into Remington's magazine, the pressure in Zheng Qing's heart finally lightened a little. He looked up and looked over the side of the ship to the monsters crouching on the reef in the distance.

The giant frog-shaped beast named the descendant of Satorogua squinted and sat lazily on the reef, as if the old boatman's spell had struck it was a spring breeze, without the slightest sign of rage.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zheng Qing always felt that behind its squinted eyes, there was a line of sight that was seriously observing itself.

Like the young scholarship students, George Bernard Shaw did not let his guard down because of the behavior of the descendants of Satogua, and when the ferry turned around, he still threw a series of powerful sleep charms in an attempt to make the monster more peaceful:

"Shang Mei Wuqi!" "Shang Mei Wu Jue!" "Shang Mei Wu Cong!"

These spells are not offensive, but rather act as controlling spells. In this environment, these spells are a little more reliable.

The old man was very cautious in his choice, but he still underestimated the insidiousness of the descendants of Satogua.

At the same time as the old boatman threw out his stober charm, the monster's huge mouth opened slightly, and a crimson shadow shot out, crashing straight into the center of the ferry.

At the end of the direction of the Red Shadow attack, there happened to be a young public scholarship student, leaning out half of his body, holding a talisman spear in his hand.

"Presumptuous!" the old boatman shouted angrily, and with a little pick of the penny in his hand in the river, a big fish of a meter length and a fat body was picked out by him in the air and smashed into the crimson shadow.

The big fish came first, blocking the middle of the Red Shadow's path.

"Poof. ”

There was a dull sound of a piece of mud crashing against a rotten tree, and the red shadow crashed into the big fish.

In just an instant, the big fish was drained of its energy and turned into a dried fish under Zheng Qing's horrified gaze. After the red shadow retreated, it swayed back into the river with the wind, swirled a few times on the surface of the water, and sank silently to the bottom of the river.

Didn't stir up a ripple.

It's a chill to look forward to.

Zheng Qing gasped, his fingers tightened, and he subconsciously pulled the trigger of the talisman gun.

"Smack!"

A dazzling red light flashed out from the barrel of the gun in Zheng Qing's hand, and at the same time, a slight explosion sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.

The red talisman bullet was wrapped in a dazzling light, silently sinking into the frog monster's body.

The old boatman glanced back at Zheng Qing, nodded, and then shook his head—nodding in approval of the young wizard's decisive move, many young people did not have the courage to attack when facing the monster, and shaking his head was disapproving of Zheng Qing's attack method, signaling him not to do any more useless work.

In the old man's opinion, just one rune bullet, maybe even the skin of the frog monster can't be broken, and the current situation is a drop in the bucket, so don't waste that precious rune bullet.

As if to annotate the old man's reaction, the descendant of Satorogua was oblivious to the talisman that attacked him, and was even in the mood to grin at the young wizard.

Zheng Qing seriously suspected that it was laughing at himself.

"I say—" He turned to look at the old boatman, and had just said two words when he was interrupted by the sound of exclamations beside him.

"What's that?!" the gypsy witch's shocked voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears.

Zheng Qing turned his head and was stunned.

The frog monster, which was still grinning at itself just now, now has its expression distorted, its eyes that were originally narrowed into a slit are round, and its wide mouth is wide open, letting out a silent but painful howl that everyone can feel.

With its terrible howl, golden-red rays of flame-laden light burst out from the inside of its body, tearing its originally tall, sturdy body apart. The soft black hairs on the surface of the frog monster's body curled up and scorched under the scorching flames, and evaporated puffs of black-gray smoke that swirled upward.

"it!"

The old man George Bernard Shaw, standing at the bow of the boat, described his current mood with two vulgar and frivolous words that were very inconsistent with his identity. This is also Zheng Qing's mood now.

Just a moment.

The descendant of Satogua, who had just seemed to be invincible and incomparable, turned into a puddle of black mud with a slight 'click' and fell to the reef with a clatter.

The cold wind blew, and there was silence in the silent forest.

Only a few wisps of white smoke curled up from the reef, explaining what had just happened to the passing ferryboats.

Long.

The old man George Bernard Shaw lowered his voice and asked the young public scholarship student in a low voice: "What kind of talisman did you just use?

Zheng Qing half-opened his mouth, stared blankly at the mess on the reef in the distance, blinked, and then looked back at the old boatman, as if he wanted to confirm that what he saw was the truth.

"Did I do it?" his voice seemed a little hollow in the cold wind, and then he denied in a very positive voice, "No, I didn't do it...... It's nothing to do with me!"

This is very critical.

The ownership of all creatures in the Silent Forest belongs to First University, and any unauthorized hunting and capture will result in a frightening fine.

Zheng Qing's small treasury could not even afford to pay a minimum fine.

Therefore, he must not admit that the monster turned into mud and has a copper relationship with himself.

Perhaps, that monster likes to turn into a lump of mud on weekdays - everyone knows that the frogs of the First University are all perverted creatures, and none of them are normal.