When I go out in the morning, I hum a little song and sing a song, the sun is so bright, and life is so beautiful.

When I go home at night, the warm breeze is blowing, the world has not changed, and the mood has been completely different.

In just one day, too many things have happened, too many secrets have been known, and although he has a renovated brain, Zheng Qing still doesn't feel like it's enough—maybe it's because the brain is renovated and he is not very familiar with it.

In short, follow Huang Huaci back to school, find the dormitory, climb into his bed, and bury his head in the pillow - the whole process, Zheng Qing has a feeling of numbness in his mind.

It's not a blank space, it's not too much thinking, it's wooden.

Maybe it's good to get some sleep, with this simple thought, the young public scholarship student drank a tranquilizer, wore an eye patch, and forced his mind to sink slowly, barely entering the dream.

In his sleep, he seemed to hear the earth-shattering roar and the low explosion, as if he had seen the red light in the sky and the endless white world.

Then he woke up from his sleep.

The blinding sunlight shone through the glass window on his face, causing the young wizard to let out a low moan

“...... Don't you need money for today's sunshine......"

"I don't know if Sunshine wants money, but you should save some money for yourself. Fat Xin's familiar voice sounded behind Zheng Qing, startling him.

He twisted his head very hard, and his eyes immediately squeezed into a greasy, round and chubby face.

The two faces almost touched each other.

"!!" The young public student exclaimed, his body subconsciously leaned back, and slammed into the desk behind him, "Fatty, who are you scaring about??!......!" Shhh

The hard edges of the table crumbled against the bones, making a tooth-aching thud. Zheng Qing felt like his ribs were broken.

The fat man looked at him resentfully.

"I scare you?" he stretched out his stubby fingers, pointed at the tip of his nose, and the strong resentment in his tone gushed out, "You sleepwalk all night, and draw a night charm on my bedside with red eyes, do I have anything to say?! I scare you?

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that he was not in bed, but in pajamas, sitting at the desk.

On the table, a withered daisy was stuck diagonally in a vase, and under the daisy, the fat cats were clumped up, their heads resting on their paws, looking curiously at the young wizards, and the elves hung on the fat cats, looking at their masters worriedly.

On the other side of the table, Dr. Shaw was staring at him motionlessly with his notebook, and not far from him, Dylan's head was hanging on the edge of the coffin, and he was also staring at him.

Behind him, there was a sad and angry accusation from the fat man...... Originally, it took a day to change the draft, and it was already very hard, but it turned out that people couldn't sleep well at night...... Do you know that you sleepwalk like a demon?

"Scary than ghosts. Dylan said confidently, "I've seen a lot of demons, and they're just a little disgusting at best...... It's not so scary. ”

Zheng Qing swallowed a small mouthful of saliva.

He felt he needed to brush it up.

"In other words, I was sleepwalking last night?" the young scholar stood up, but felt a little dizzy, and immediately sat back down, his thoughts finally clearer...... It's just doing things with your eyes open and unconscious?"

The three roommates nodded their heads in unison, like chickens pecking rice.

“...... I didn't say anything weird. He whispered confirmation.

The roommates shook their heads in unison again.

Zheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief—he almost thought he had said something terrible in his dreams—he didn't want to be seen as a freak by his companions on the first night he knew the truth.

"It's just sleepwalking, it's so scary. The young public-funded student waved his hand, with an expression of 'you make a big fuss' and 'don't care'...... Did I ever say that when I was a kid I sleepwalked and drew more than a thousand talismans in one night?"

Xiao Xiao coughed lightly, interrupting the young wizard's self-comfort.

"If you just draw a talisman or write a spell, no one will say anything. He stretched out his hand and pointed to a few small piles of ashes on the table, reminding, "The point is that you are not writing ordinary spells, you are not drawing ordinary talismans. ”

Zheng Qing looked fixedly.

The gray-white embers resemble small mounds, large and small, leaving ugly scars on the tabletop. Outside the 'grave pile', Zheng Qing's law book was placed, tightly closed.

"Last night, you suddenly got up in the middle of the night, didn't turn on the light, and went to your desk and started writing and drawing. Xiao Xiao didn't wait for Zheng Qing to ask, and described it directly

"It is an ordinary meditation charm drawn with ordinary cinnabar ink, yellow paper, and brushes. But draw one, burn one...... It's as if those runes are too strong to withstand the indoctrination of magic. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Xiao also pointed to the slightly smaller 'grave mounds' on the table, indicating that those were the burned rune papers

"After drawing a dozen pieces of rune paper, you seem to be a little angry, so you take out a Dharma book from the gray cloth bag and copy the spell spell on it...... At first, you used the soft leather calligraphy provided by the school for public scholarship students, and the pen for copying mantras was an ordinary quill. But just like the previous runes, halfway through the spells, the books would automatically smoke and turn to ashes. ”

He pointed to the slightly larger 'mounds' on the table

"I've been burning five or six Dharma books—I guess you don't have a spare Fa book in your bag now—and finally using your own Fa book, I can barely copy it. ”

Xin Fatzi interjected emphatically, "When I copied it, your law book was always shining, and it made a 'squeak' sound, as if it would blow up at any time...... Do you think we dare to sleep in that situation?"

"It's possible to wake up and find that you're left with a soul floating in a cloud of ashes. Dr. Xiao said quietly.

"It's not safe in the coffin either. "Dylan has a kinship.

Zheng Qing cautiously looked at several companions, and unexpectedly, he saw thick bags under their eyes.

The young scholar smiled awkwardly, and picked up his book of law, "What kind of spell is copied in it...... Look at what scares you, ha, haha......"

The law book was opened, and Zheng Qing saw it for the first time, and he re-closed it with a 'snap'.

At that moment, he saw countless complex and esoteric spells tumbling in the Dharma book, flowing between the pages like living creatures, and the whole body exuded a terrifying dark red light.

Zheng Qing could guess with his toes that those spells were related to forbidden spells.

Looking up, he happened to see Dr. Xiao's slowly retracted arm.

"I just wanted to remind you that the law book can't be opened," Xiao Xiao lifted his glasses, with a curious expression on his face, "But I didn't expect you to be able to open it...... But this is understandable, after all, it is your own law book, and you copy your own mantra spells...... You just read it, what kind of spell is in it?"

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