Lin An ignored the mad witch's taunt.

He just looked at his hands stupidly, feeling the rhythm of his fingers beating, that rhythm, inexplicably with the aura of witchcraft, and as if with the breath of the witch hunter's breathing furnace.

Chen Xinmi turned her head abruptly and looked at Lin An suspiciously, "What are you doing?" ”

Lin An did not speak.

But his hands were getting brighter a little bit.

Traces of blood appeared on his pale hands, and there was a red light surging in the blood tendons, not the blood red of the luster of blood vessels, but the orange red of melting steel.

In this dark laboratory, the light is dazzling.

Lin An's head, which hung weakly in the bathtub, twisted slightly, and looked at Chen Xinmi, "The song you hummed when you just cast the spell, can you hum it again, I don't think I heard it clearly." ”

Chen Xin was stunned, "That's not a song, it's a foreign spell, I'm too lazy to learn the pronunciation of the Spanish language that is even out of tune, so I just hum along with the tone, anyway, at my level, it's almost fine." ”

Lin An nodded, "Thank you for explaining, but can you hum it again?" ”

"Do you really want to learn this sorcery?" Chen Xin looked at Lin An with a smile, "Yes, it's okay to recite the spell three times, but the conditions have to be replaced, and the early wizards who just promised you to learn the breathing method will not have the information." ”

"Hmm." Lin An's voice became more and more hoarse, "Those materials are important to me, but the one in front of me is more important to me, say okay, sing it to me three times." ”

“！！！”

Chen Xinmi sneered, "Lie to you, you hurry up and come out to read the information, and let me sing to you?" Scold! ”

With that, she turned gracefully, ready to walk outside.

"Again!"

Lin An's voice became more and more hoarse, he seemed to be immersed in a certain state, and a large amount of cold sweat began to break out on his head.

Tanning techniques......

Punishment witchcraft, spell rhyme, ritual magic......

This seems to have some kind of unique connection, and Lin An only thinks that it is just a little bit, just a little bit.

The kind of humming he had memorized before was a little less rhythmic.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Xinfan finally hummed, and the voice was ethereal and weird, echoing in this dark room.

Lin An finally reacted.

Sound! Every tone of Chen Xinfan's voice seemed to have a different aura mobilized.

It turns out that it's almost here.

Chen Xinfan seems to be just humming at random, but every tone carries a complex aura mobilization, which is the key to the formation of ritual magic.

This seems to be a bit like painting, which has its charm and does not care about the form.

Lin An immersed himself in this humming tune, feeling the rhythm in it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The blood-like orange-red light on his hands suddenly extinguished, but not completely, it became less bright, only a shallow layer of orange-red light.

Then, under Chen Xin's incredulous gaze, he slammed his hands into his chest.

With an orange-red glow, it went straight into his chest.

Rumble~

The scented candles around them suddenly burned wildly, each of which burst into pillars of fire more than half a meter high.

Flames spread along the scorching marks of the material that had just been applied to the ground, and the entire dark laboratory was once again lit up with the flame of ritual magic.

The light and shadow are dappled and swaying, and the fragrance is permeated and faint, although it is not as smoky as before, it already has the smell of the process of performing the ritual magic just now.

“！！！”

This!

Chen Xinfan stared at this scene with wide eyes, is this a plug-in player? Learned to feel the ritual magic once?

She hesitated, still holding on to the spell she was chanting.

She wanted to see what the hell this pretentious was going to do.

The technique in Lin An's hand that resembles witchcraft and the aura of a furnace is clearly the 'Mind Balancing Hand' he said before, does it have anything to do with this ritual magic that creates space props?

Hey~

It's really relevant.

The tanning technique itself is one of the most important steps for a witch hunter to make armor from a furnace, and it is the technique of a witch hunter compiled by Professor Cao from the perspective of 'wizard spell casting methods'.

Lao Cao is awesome, this method really works!

As the ritual magic was activated again, Lin An's hands stretched out from the candlelight and firelight, looking completely weird.

The arms swayed, the fingers swayed, and they played according to the previous technique of Chen Xinfan.

"Ah~~~"

Lin An suddenly let out a terrible scream.

This time, the 'torment' feeling was even more severe, and the surging aura stimulated every subtle emotion in his heart, making him want to tear his chest open so that he could stuff something into his heart to fill the empty feeling in his heart.

His methods are rougher than Chen Xinfan's, after all, Lin An doesn't understand a lot of things, and some details can only be forced.

But the effect is really good.

Fun!

It's exciting!

He even wailed in his mouth, and began to hum in the same tune as Chen Xinfan, this wail was like singing, and he learned it from his ugly head.

Chen Xin fans, you hummed out of tune!

I hear you!

You promised me, but at the critical moment, you were distracted!

As a powerful wizard boss, your professionalism is hard to compliment.

But that's okay, I'll do it myself!

Lin An's wailing was getting louder and louder, and his face was distorted, but the tone of the wailing was actually the same as the tone of Chen Xinfan's humming mantra, and it was even more flavorful.

The pain caused by his body made his voice more and more hoarse, but it was full of cathartic emotions and wails, making his voice have a very unique high-pitch and high-pitch tone-like beep.

The aura surged, and the light of the flames flickered everywhere.

Boom~

Suddenly, there was a soft explosion sound.

The flame burst from the scented candle, sending out a mist like a mushroom cloud. The flames on the smear trail flickered with beeping sparkles before finally dissipating. There are a lot of bubbles coming out of the bathtub, and various colors of mist are gushing out.

After a while.

There was silence.

Lin An suddenly reached out and grabbed the edge of the bathtub, turned over and jumped out of it like a civet cat, his legs were weak, he fell to the ground, struggled a few times and couldn't get up, he simply lay on the ground, "Mommy, Mommy, it's so painful, I almost can't stretch it!" ”

Chen Xinfan looked at him with a strange expression.

Your performance is more like jumping in and jumping out.

Can you pretend to be a coercion so enduring?

She walked back gracefully, looking down at Lin An, who was lying on the ground panting and wailing and even convulsing, the corners of her mouth twitched.

This seems to be normal, but apparently, this thing hasn't been driven crazy by ritual magic.

Tut~

She suddenly realized something, and turned her head to look at the bathtub, where all the spell casting materials had been exhausted, and there was only clean water left in it.

Even in a dim room with no light, she could still see it clearly, "What about the portable space props?" Fooled by you? ”

"Explain in advance, I've already made it for you, and it's your business to mess with it yourself."

"Ha~"

Lin An smiled, smiling very proudly, smiling very brightly, and struggling to raise his right hand vigorously.

The right hand looked a little pale, and the fingers shook slightly.

Suddenly, a quaint wooden ring appeared on the erected middle finger.

The wooden wolf head ring face, the ring of the banyan tree air root.

Chen Xinfan still wanted to take a closer look, but the ring disappeared again, and his arm hung down weakly, only to see Lin An panting like a dead fish.

"It's so uncomfortable, this ritual magic feels so uncomfortable!"

Scold~

At this time, it hurts?

Chen Xin's eyes lingered on Lin An, and he could feel the emotions in Lin An's body stirring and prying aura.

It's the smell of penal witchcraft, and at this moment this person is feeling the torture of penal witchcraft very clearly and charmingly.

But his wails became more and more neutral.

Seriously, along the way, as the president of the Wizarding Association, she has never seen anyone.

Oh, I've never seen this in front of me!

(End of chapter)