Second, Han Shuo was woken up by a heavy garbage bag.

Han Shuo, who was in a sweet dream, felt a heavy mountain pressing down, and quickly got up from the bed with a spirit, rubbed his eyes and found that there was a heavy bag of garbage on the bed, and immediately understood who it must be who threw the garbage through the small window of the grocery warehouse.

He kicked the garbage bag out of bed with a curse in his mouth, only to hear a "plop" sound, and the garbage bag rolled to the door. Han Shuo was about to bury his head and go back to sleep, when he thought that someone had thrown a garbage bag over, indicating that it was definitely not early.

Pushed open the window and looked outside, and found that the sun was indeed high in the void, and immediately sighed that he was too tired from cultivating demonic skills yesterday, and he must have overslept today, and when he got up and got out of bed and was about to go out quickly, he suddenly remembered the dream he had yesterday, and it seemed that the little skeleton had helped him teach Feiqi a lesson, remembering the dream that happened last time, Han Shuo was shocked, and hurriedly looked at the small wooden barrel.

I saw that inside the small wooden barrel, the two black hand bone rings of the small skeleton were placed on the edge of the barrel, and the left leg bone was swinging around on the right leg bone, as if enjoying a sauna, and it looked very comfortable.

Seeing that he was still in the small wooden barrel, Han Shuo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, groaned, got up and pushed the small wooden barrel under the bed, and took a garbage bag to block the bottom of the bed before opening the door to prepare for the new day's work.

"Hey, Brian, why are you here today?" said Jack, wiping the stone statues along the way, greeting Brian with a distant smile.

Han Shuo glanced around and found that there were no students passing by on this road, knowing that the class must have been held now, and it was really late today.

"Oh, I was knocked on the head twice by Feige yesterday, and my brain was groggy, so I overslept!"

"Hehe!" Jack suddenly chuckled gloatingly, and then leaned over to Han Shuo and whispered, "Brian, you don't have to be angry, I listened to the students on the road this morning, and I know that Na Feiqi was beaten by the black seven-winged skeleton that appeared last time late last night, and his face was swollen!"

Han Shuo: "......"

It turned out that yesterday's dream was still real, but it was different from what he imagined, this time the little skeleton was obviously moving more quickly, and it had already done it. No wonder when I looked at the little skeleton in the morning, the posture of the little skeleton lying in the barrel was clearly different from last night.

"Hey, Brian, why don't you speak, aren't you too happy. Haha, I think so, that little black skeleton is really powerful, after Feige was woken up, I heard that in the end, he just saw seven little wings, he jumped down from the window, and fled directly. Oh! Feige lives on the fourth floor, and it's incredible that he hasn't been broken to pieces!"

Han Shuo laughed dryly, his heart burst into happiness, and he said with a haha: "Well done, I really don't know who summoned the little skeleton, and it actually helped me out of my evil spirit, I've been really lucky lately!"

In the next few days, nothing unlucky happened to Han Shuo again, and no one came to Han Shuo to try his magic, and in these rare and peaceful days, Han Shuo came to the outside of the classroom where the undead magic students were taking classes early in the morning, eavesdropping on Jean's lecture with a broom in his hand.

Fei Qi didn't know if it was the reason why he was beaten up by the little skeleton, he didn't come to class for the past few days, and he eavesdropped on Jean's explanations about magic knowledge every day, and many magical knowledge that he didn't understand before, in the past few days of eavesdropping, Han Shuo suddenly became enlightened.

In the evening, Han Shuo first cultivated the "Xuanbing Demon Flame Duel", and little by little, the Demon Yuan Power was used to the five fingers of the palm of his right hand through the path of the "Xuanbing Demon Flame Duel", and every time it was a hot pain, but in the past few days, Han Shuo had already used the Demon Yuan Power to a place that was about to be close to his wrist.

Han Shuo still studied the book "Fundamentals of Necromancy", and secretly remembered some things that he didn't understand, waiting for the morning when he eavesdropped on Jean's lecture to see if it was mentioned.

Now that Han Shuo's food treatment has been improved, the nutrients in his body have been replenished, and the reason for cultivating magic skills again, before he knows it, Han Shuo's originally weak body has begun to condense some muscles, and his short stature seems to have grown a little taller, and his whole temperament has faintly changed.

Han Shuo's changes, the undead magic students saw in their eyes, all classified and stupid after the performance, no one cared too much about Han Shuo, Han Shuo was also happy and relaxed, every day was the same as usual work and secretly learning magic to practice magic skills, and he happily felt the changes in his body.

"Endless darkness, turn into a shattering bone arrow, destroy everything in front of you with my will, bone arrow!" As the spell was completed, a sharp bone arrow suddenly formed in the void, and under Han Shuo's fingers, it flew towards a straw man in front of him, but the bone arrow suddenly changed direction in the middle of the process.

"Smack!"

The bone arrow exploded violently in the middle of the way, and it was also a large deviation in that direction, and it did not shoot at all at the villain made of weeds on the opposite side.

Shaking his head, Han Shuo let out a low sigh, it was one thing to understand in the dark way, and it was another thing to use it, this lowest-level bone arrow magic, Han Shuo had been practicing near this tomb during this time, and he couldn't use it successfully every time, either he couldn't summon it, or the direction was too off, and there was also the bone arrow that would explode in the middle of it.

Han Shuo understood that in order to successfully perform undead magic, repeated practice was necessary, and only through repeated practice could he master the tricks and successfully perform the magic without any mistakes or omissions.

In the past few days, every night, Han Shuo would first practice magic skills for a period of time, and then take advantage of the dead of night to come to this grave where the corpse had been "abandoned", and secretly practice undead magic in this place, the little skeleton twisted two bags of garbage, and after throwing away the garbage, he honestly stayed in a tomb and remained motionless.

Just when Han Shuo was secretly thinking about what was wrong with his spells and gestures, as well as the use of spiritual power, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from a distance, and Han Shuo was startled in his heart, and hurriedly hid in the pile of rubble in the grave next to him.

This graveyard is very wide, and it has been very quiet at night, except for Han Shuo occasionally coming over to throw some discarded magic materials, few others usually come, Han Shuo secretly practiced magic here, of course, he didn't want to be discovered by others, and now when he heard the sound of footsteps, he naturally immediately hid

After a while, a tall blue-haired middle-aged man with blood stained red all over his body, blood foaming at the corners of his mouth, and a broadsword in his hand, suddenly met Han Shuo's pupils. He stumbled and looked anxious, stumbling in the wrong direction, and couldn't stop peeking behind him.

After coming to the place where Han Shuo had tested the undead magic before, his body suddenly trembled, and he fell down with a flick of his footsteps, at this time, he took out a gray handbag from his chest, flicked it on the soft ground twice, stuffed the handbag into the soil, smoothed it with his hands, got up and ran forward.

"Dylan, where else can you escape!" A kind voice came from a distance, a black light flashed, and behind the middle-aged man, a kind and emaciated old man appeared, with a kind smile on his face, wearing a gilded magic robe, and holding a magic wand inlaid with three red, yellow, and sapphire in his left hand, which was very precious at a glance.

After this emaciated and kind old mage appeared, a cloud of dark cyan light flew quickly from a distance, and when it stopped here, the dark cyan light suddenly disappeared, and then a swordsman with a strong body and muscles that looked very powerful, wearing a long sword appeared.

"Mr. Duke, what should Dylan do?" the swordsman asked, standing respectfully beside the mage when he arrived.

The kind old mage Duke, wrinkled his sparse eyebrows, glanced at Dylan, who was lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth were still spilling blood, and sighed and said, "Poor Dylan, I'm afraid it's no longer good." He shouldn't have to endure this pain, Eric, just help him!"

"Sir, what a merciful man!" swordsman Eric exclaimed with a strange face, and suddenly rushed towards Dylan who was still running, Han Shuo only saw a cloud of dark cyan light, which flashed in the void, and Dylan was splashed with blood on his back, and finally fell to the ground motionless.

Eric put away the long sword in his hand, immediately squatted down and flipped around Dylan's body, his face gradually became a little ugly, and finally stood up and said to Duke helplessly: "Mr. Duke, the thing is no longer on him!"

"How is that possible!" Duke was startled, his face changed slightly, the magic wand in his hand shook, and Dylan's body suddenly flew into the void in front of Duke, Duke recited a wind magic spell, and several sharp wind blades suddenly formed in the void, "whooshing" and flying, tearing the clothes of Dylan's corpse for a while.

Han Shuo was hiding behind the rocks, seeing everything clearly, just now Eric suddenly flew out, the long sword bloomed with a dark cyan light, and he was obviously already a high-level swordsman.

Such a high-level swordsman had such respect for that Duke, which meant that this Duke's identity or strength was even more powerful, and now that Han Shuo saw killing for the first time, his heart was panicked, and his heart was beating very quickly.

"It's really not on him!" Duke frowned and muttered to himself, then shook the magic wand in his hand, and Dylan's ** corpse was thrown to the ground like garbage.

Duke magic wand shook again, and a strong wave of spiritual power surged towards Han Shuo quickly, and Han Shuo's body was involuntarily taken away, flying towards that Duke.

"Hey, how do you know I'm there?" Han Shuo panicked in his heart, and his mouth was even more flustered, shouting as he danced in the air.

"Hehe, what a cute and innocent young man, looking at your clothes, it looks like you are from the Babylon Demon Martial Academy, right?" Duke looked at Han Shuo kindly, and after saying this, Han Shuo fell from the void to the ground violently.

"yes, I'm a handyman at Babylon Academy, and I'm here throwing magic waste, and I didn't see anything just now. Well, it's not too early, you can continue to talk, I'll go back first. ”

Han Shuo stood up from the ground, and after saying these words with a simple face, he first took two unhurried steps towards the Babylon Academy of Magic, and then his speed suddenly increased, and he ran away with all his strength, thinking that these two strange looks might not be good for me, so it would be better to leave early.

"Hehe, this young man is still a bit of a ghost. Erik, you send him off!" Duke chuckled behind Han Shuo and said kindly.

As soon as Duke's voice fell, Han Shuo had already felt a strong air current, rapidly approaching him.