The next day, Han Shuo was woken up by the impact of a heavy garbage bag.
Han Shuo, who had been in the midst of a beautiful dream, felt a heavy mountain pressing down on him. He hastily scrambled out of bed and rubbed his eyes to see that there was an extra heavy garbage bag on his bed. He immediately understood that it must have been someone who had thrown the garbage through the small window of the warehouse.
As he cursed, he kicked the trash bag off the bed. With a "plop" sound, the trash bag rolled toward the door. Han Shuo was just about to bury his head and go back to sleep when he thought that someone had thrown a garbage bag at him. This meant that it was definitely getting late.
He pushed open the window and looked outside, discovering that the sun was indeed high up in the sky. He immediately sighed to himself that he must have overslept today because he was too tired from practicing demonic magic yesterday. He got up and was about to rush out of the door when he suddenly remembered the dream he had yesterday. In the dream, it seemed that Little Skull had helped him teach Fitch a lesson. Remembering that the dream had come true last time, Han Shuo's heart jumped and he hurriedly looked towards the small wooden barrel.
Inside the small wooden tub, the little skeleton's two dark hand bone rings were placed on the edge of the wooden tub. Its left leg bone was placed on top of its right leg bone, swinging back and forth, as if it was enjoying a sauna. It looked very carefree and relaxed.
Han Shuo couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Little Skull was still in the barrel. He muttered to himself for a moment, then got up and pushed the barrel under his bed. He used a garbage bag to block the bottom of the bed before opening the door and preparing for a new day of work.
"Hey, Brian, why are you only here today?" Jack was wiping the stone statues on the road and greeted Brian with a smile from afar.
Han Shuo looked around and saw that there weren't any students passing by on this road. He knew that class must have already started by now. He had woken up late today.
"Oh, I was hit twice on the head by Fitch yesterday. My head was groggy, that's why I overslept!"
"Hehe!" Jack suddenly chuckled lightly, taking pleasure in other's misfortune. He then sneakily moved closer to Han Shuo and said in a low voice, "Brian, don't be angry. I heard from the students on the road this morning that Fitch was beaten up by that Little Skull with Seven Wings who appeared last time. His face is swollen now!"
Han Shuo: "…"
It turned out that yesterday's dream was real, but it was different from what he had imagined. This time, the Little Skull was much faster, and he had already finished his task. No wonder when he saw the Little Skull in the morning, the Little Skull's posture was obviously different from last night.
"Hey, Brian, why aren't you saying anything? Are you too happy? Haha, I think so too. That Black Little Skull is really powerful. After Fitch woke up, I heard that he only saw seven little wings flapping before he jumped out of the window and escaped without a trace. Oh! Fitch lives on the fourth floor, it's incredible that he didn't break into pieces! "
Han Shuo laughed dryly and felt a wave of satisfaction in his heart. He laughed it off and said, "Well done, I wonder who summoned that Little Skull to help me vent my frustrations. I've been so lucky recently!"
Nothing unlucky happened to Han Shuo in the following days, and no one came looking for Han Shuo to practice their magic. During these rare days of peace, Han Shuo would arrive outside the necromancy class early in the morning and eavesdrop on Gene's lessons with a broom in hand.
Fitch didn't know if it was because he'd been viciously beaten up by the Little Skull, but he didn't come to class these days. Instead, he eavesdropped on Gene's explanations of magic every day. Han Shuo was suddenly enlightened about many things that he hadn't understood in the past after a few days of eavesdropping.
When night fell, Han Shuo first practiced the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire" and circulated the magical yuan bit by bit to the five fingers of his right hand through the "Mystical Glacial Spellfire". He felt a burning pain every time, but Han Shuo could already circulate the magical yuan until it was almost near his wrist these days.
Han Shuo continued to study the "Foundations of Necromancy" as usual and committed some of the parts that he didn't understand to heart. He waited to eavesdrop on Gene's lessons in the morning to see if he'd mentioned it.
Now that Han Shuo's meals and treatment had improved, the nutrients in his body had been replenished. Add to that the fact that he was training in magical yuan, Han Shuo's originally frail body had unwittingly started to solidify some of his muscles. His short stature seemed to have grown a bit taller, and his entire demeanor seemed to have changed.
The necromancy students took note of Han Shuo's changes and categorized it as a sign that he'd gone mad. No one paid too much attention to Han Shuo, and Han Shuo was happy and at ease. He continued to work and secretly practice magic as usual, happily feeling the changes in his body.
"Oh, endless darkness, transform into the Bone Arrow of Destruction. With my will, destroy everything before me, Bone Arrow!" As the incantation was completed, a sharp bone arrow suddenly formed in the air and flew towards a straw doll in front of Han Shuo under his fingers. However, the bone arrow suddenly changed direction midway.
"Pa!"
The bone arrow abruptly exploded midway, and from the looks of it, the arrow had deviated by a large margin. It hadn't shot towards the straw doll at all.
Shaking his head, Han Shuo sighed lowly. Understanding was one thing, and using it was another. Han Shuo had been practicing this lowest level of bone arrow magic near this tomb during this period of time, but he'd never been able to successfully cast it. Either he couldn't summon it, or the direction was too far off, or the bone arrow would explode midway.
Han Shuo understood that repeated practice was necessary in order to successfully cast necromancy magic. Only through repeated practice would one be able to grasp the knack and successfully cast the magic without any mistakes or loopholes.
Every night these past few days, Han Shuo would first practice for a period of time, and then take advantage of the dead of night to come to this tomb that had once been "abandoned" to secretly practice necromancy magic here. Little Skull held two bags of trash in his hands, and after throwing them away, he obediently stayed in one of the tombs, motionless.
Just as Han Shuo was thinking about his incantation and hand gestures, as well as what went wrong with the use of his mental strength, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from afar. Han Shuo's heart jumped, and he hurriedly hid in the pile of rocks next to the tomb.
This tomb was very wide, and it was very quiet at night. Apart from Han Shuo occasionally coming over to throw away some discarded magical materials, very few people would come here. Of course, Han Shuo didn't want others to discover that he was secretly practicing magic here. Now that he heard the sound of footsteps, he naturally hid immediately.
After a while, a tall, blue-haired, middle-aged man suddenly appeared in Han Shuo's line of sight. His clothes were dyed crimson with blood, and he was foaming at the corner of his mouth. He held a broadsword in his hand. His footsteps were unsteady, and his expression was anxious. He stumbled over without a sense of direction, and kept peeking behind him.
When he arrived at the place where Han Shuo had been practicing his necromancy magic, his body suddenly trembled, and his footsteps swayed as he fell to the ground. At this moment, he swiftly fished out a gray handbag from his chest, and carelessly poked at the soft ground a few times. He stuffed the handbag into the soil, wiped it flat with his hands, and crawled back up to run forward.
"Dylan, where else can you run to?" A kind voice traveled in from the distance as a black light flashed by. A kind, emaciated old man appeared behind the middle-aged man. He wore a kind smile on his face, and wore a gilded magic robe. He held a magic staff embedded with three red, yellow, and blue gems in his left hand. One could tell with a glance that it was a very valuable magic staff.
A ball of dark green light quickly flew over from the distance after the emaciated, benevolent old mage appeared. When it stopped here, the dark green light suddenly disappeared, and a sturdy, muscular swordsman with a longsword appeared.
"Mister Duke, what should we do with Dylan?" The swordsman stood respectfully next to the mage and asked humbly.
The benevolent old mage Duke furrowed his sparse eyebrows and looked at Dylan, who was lying on the ground with blood foaming at the corner of his mouth. He sighed lowly, "Poor Dylan, I'm afraid he can't make it. He shouldn't continue to suffer like this. Eric, help him! "
"Mister is truly merciful!" The swordsman Eric exclaimed with an odd expression. He suddenly rushed towards the still running Dylan like lightning. Han Shuo only saw a ball of dark green light flash through the air before Dylan's back splattered with blood. He finally collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Eric put away the longsword in his hand and immediately crouched down to rummage through Dylan's body. His face gradually grew unsightly as he finally stood up and said helplessly to Duke, "Mister Duke, the item isn't on him!"
"How is this possible!" Duke was startled, and his complexion slightly changed. He waved the magic staff in his hand, and Dylan's corpse suddenly flew in front of Duke. Duke chanted a wind magic incantation, and several sharp wind blades suddenly formed in the air. "Sou sou" The wind blades danced in the air, and the clothes of Dylan's corpse were torn apart.
Han Shuo hid behind the rubble and saw everything clearly. Eric's longsword had blossomed with a dark green light when he'd suddenly flown out just now. It was obvious that he was a senior swordsman.
Such a senior swordsman was so respectful to Duke, indicating that Duke's identity or strength was even greater. This was the first time Han Shuo had seen someone kill someone. His heart was in a state of chaos and his heart thumped rapidly.
"It really isn't on him!" Duke frowned as he muttered to himself. He shook the magic staff in his hand and threw Dylan's naked corpse to the ground like trash.
Duke shook the magic staff again and a strong mental strength rippled towards Han Shuo. Han Shuo's body was involuntarily brought flying towards Duke.
"Eh? How did you know I was there?" Han Shuo was flustered in his heart and even more so with his mouth. He made a big fuss as he danced in the air.
"Heh heh, what a cute and pure young fellow! Judging from your clothes, you seem to be from the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force, am I right? " Duke looked at Han Shuo benevolently. As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shuo suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the ground.
"Yes, I'm an errand boy from the Babylon Academy. I'm here to throw out magical waste. I didn't see anything just now. Mm, it's getting late. You guys continue chatting, I'll be heading back first. "
Han Shuo stood up from the ground and spoke with a face full of innocence. He took two unhurried steps in the direction of the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force, then abruptly increased his speed and ran with all his strength. He thought that these two's strange behavior might be disadvantageous to him, so it was best to leave as soon as possible.
"Heh heh, this young fellow is quite crafty. Eric, you see him off! "Duke laughed softly behind Han Shuo and said benevolently.
Han Shuo had already felt a strong gust of air rapidly approaching him as soon as Duke's voice had sounded.
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