Garon's phone rang as he was strolling in the empty area. He took it out and saw that it was Mike, the chatterbox that he had met on the way here.
"Hey handsome, where are you? Are you in school? "
"Yeah, I'm just strolling around in school." Garon stopped walking as he replied to a text message while watching a senior who was practicing in a mock interview not far away.
"You're indeed a top student … Do you want to come out for a drink? I have a few good girls here ~ ~ ~ "
"Drink? Forget it, I'm so bored. " Garon had been in contact with Mike since he entered the school. This guy was very friendly and would send him a text or a call every once in a while. He would talk about his troubles in school and treated Garon like a bucket to vent his frustrations.
"Girls are all boring? Did you join any clubs? I heard that your school's music club is pretty good too. "
"That's even more boring …" Garon leaned his head against the wall of the library and saw that the senior who was practicing the interview was a little depressed. She picked up something that looked like a notebook and looked at it carefully.
"Why are you so bored, handsome? There's no fun in life like this. You know Kelly, the Asian girl from last time. If it wasn't for my help, she would've been tricked into bed by another pervert. This time, she came out to thank me … "There was no more after that. Someone must have snatched the phone away.
"Please don't mind what I said just now." Another text message came immediately. "Kelly is pure, she's still pure, I promise!" The other side seemed to be a little flustered.
Garon smiled speechlessly. He could imagine Mike being 'beaten' by his wife, Jayla.
"Do you want to go shopping together and buy some things in the city?" Garon thought for a while and realized that he should buy some clothes.
The temperature difference in Nottingham's weather was quite big. Sometimes, it would be sunny in the morning and 30 degrees Celsius but after a rain in the afternoon, it would be a few degrees Celsius. Although he had a strong body and did not need to worry about keeping warm, he still needed clothes that were suitable for the season. At least, he could not be too weird.
In fact, Garon still had the mindset of an Asian, even though he had lived in a western world twice.
"Sure, we're renting a house and we're going to buy some paper for daily use, a microwave, and a small freezer. How about next week? The tickets for Michael Shelley's concert are going on sale next week. I have to go and buy them. "
"Alright."
After replying to the message, Garon waited for a while. When there was no reply, he put away his phone.
After passing by the senior who was still practicing and passing through the library area, a curved clear river appeared in front of him. It was about seven or eight meters wide and flowed from left to right.
The surface of the river faintly reflected the golden sunlight. A few old men and women sat by the river, fishing quietly and listening to the radio.
On both sides of the river were green lawns and slopes. In some places, there were white stone benches and benches. Students could be seen sitting on the benches in the distance, reciting books.
Garon walked to the riverside, squatted down, and gently stirred the water with one hand.
There were a few strands of seaweed beside his hand, swaying slightly with the stirring of the ripples. A faint moist and hot air rushed towards his face.
An old fisherman on the right squinted his eyes and glanced at Garon, then turned back to continue his nap. He looked half-asleep, as if he was just waiting for the little fish to take the bait.
Garon squatted by the river and gently stirred the water with his left hand, attracting a few small silver fish that swam over and pecked his finger lightly.
The moment the small silver fish touched his finger, the small fish's body stiffened. Suddenly, its body straightened and stopped moving. Its originally agile body completely stiffened in an instant and strangely sank to the bottom of the river.
Garon squinted his eyes slightly and saw a black crab tyrannically crawling out from a crack in the rocks by the riverside. It waved its nail clipper-sized pincers and tried to clamp down on his finger.
Strangely, the crab's body stiffened the moment its pincers touched his finger. Its body also tilted and sank to the bottom of the river.
Looking at this scene, Garon fell into deep thought.
As his Slaughtering Hand entered the third level, the terror of this Secret Technique began to gradually reveal itself.
Normal creatures that were slightly weaker than Xiao Yi would have their life force sucked away as soon as they touched it. As for those that were slightly bigger and stronger, they would need to use the Secret Technique's energy route.
The Slaughtering Hand was a very strange Secret Technique Exercise. It did not have any special energy, just like the Form 6 of the Totem World, the fusion of the Living Secret Technique's special energy. The Slaughtering Hand itself could only adjust the body's muscles, bioelectricity, neurohormones and so on. It could produce countless streaks of energy that were either bright or dark like a spider's web. These energy streaks formed a complicated pattern or diagram, and finally strangely produced a gravitational force towards life force.
A magical hand.
Garen gave a description to his hands.
Recently, as the time he spent in the third level gradually increased, his hands began to faintly possess an indescribable magical power, a strange kind of beautiful charm. Even if it was him, when he carefully looked at his hands for a while, he would be unconsciously attracted to them, unable to look away.
This was very strange.
Garon looked at his attribute pane.
'Garon Thomas.
Strength 2.8. Agility 2.7. Vitality 2.9. Intelligence 2.4. Potential 558%. Soul Limit 30.
Soul Seed: Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique. '
'Violin Mastery: Second Level, Expert Level. (Total of three levels) '
'Slaughtering Hand: Third Level: Blood. (Total of four levels, can evolve to a higher level) '
Then he looked at the description of Demon King Black Sethe.
'Black Sethe, one of the 42 Demon Kings of Ancient Endor, had an indescribable talent for killing. His gaze could destroy souls, and his hands were rumored to be able to turn everything to death, whether it was living or non-living …'
"His gaze could destroy souls … His hands were rumored to be able to turn everything to death. Does this mean that the foundation of this Secret Technique should be in the eyes and hands? "Garon pondered.
Now that his hands had undergone a strange change, he couldn't help but speculate in this direction.
He looked at his own hands carefully.
His fingers were slender, well-proportioned, and there were no sharp marks on his joints. They were extremely soft. His hands looked as if they were made of fine white jade. They were smooth and lustrous, without a single blemish.
Hiss …!
Suddenly, the skin on his palms began to sink in slowly, and two pits of the same size appeared, as if the flesh on his palms were sinking in.
The depressions became deeper and bigger, and in just a few seconds, the depressions on his palms almost reached the back of his hands.
Whoosh …
Two holes appeared in the depressions on his palms, and a bloody hole appeared in the middle of his palms, through which he could see the water below.
However, Garon did not feel any pain in his palms.
He was slightly shocked, and before he could react, he saw his hands change again.
Countless white spots appeared on the back of his hands, the kind of white spots that looked like age spots. His skin began to wrinkle rapidly, dehydrated, and aged.
His fingernails began to turn slightly black, and the skin between his fingers began to rot. Tiny holes appeared, and the white bones could be vaguely seen inside.
A sticky sound, as if mud was being stirred, could be faintly heard.
Pieces of rotten flesh fell from Garon's hands, and fell into the water below, making splashing sounds.
Beep beep beep …
A crisp sound of a text message rang.
In a daze, Garon came back to his senses. His vision blurred, and his hands were still perfect as before, as if the rotting was just an illusion.
He moved his hands, and suppressed the confusion and shock in his heart. He took out his phone and looked at it, it was a service recommendation message from the mobile phone company.
Putting away his phone, Garon checked his hands again, and there was no damage.
"Looks like this pair of hands is a little dangerous …" He became alert, and even his own mind was almost affected by his hands, let alone a normal person. Most importantly, there was no way to restrain this strange magic, and it was a characteristic that his hands naturally emitted.
He could vaguely feel that the principle of the Slaughtering Hand seemed to be to continuously dilute and reduce the life force in his hands, or to directly take it away, forming a void of life in the world, or rather, a vacuum.
In this way, the life force around his palms would naturally flow and flow towards the space where the density was extremely low. It was as if the air in a place was constantly being sucked away, and when the place was close to a vacuum, all he needed to do was open a small hole, and he could hear the sound of air flowing. That was the natural compression of the air from the outside world to fill up the space.
For the same substance in the same environment, the denser area would naturally spread to the denser area, and finally reach a chaotic state of homogeneity.
Garon seemed to have understood something, and this was the simplest principle of diffusion.
However, he did not know how the Slaughtering Hand formed a thin area of life force. But it seemed that as long as he continued to practice the Demonic Arts, his hands would become closer and closer to a true vacuum of life force.
"Maybe I need to find something to cover it up …" Garon put his hands in his trouser pockets, and did not let anyone see.
Standing up, he walked slowly along the riverbank to the left.
After walking for a while, he went onto the lawn, and strolled around a row of small shops by the roadside. When he came out, he had a pair of black gloves on his hands, and they were tightly wrapped. Even his wrists and most of his forearms were completely covered by the black silk gloves.
The gloves were found in a cosplay shop, and there were mysterious dark gold lines on them. He did not know what kind of character's equipment it was, but it did look quite cool.
Garon put on the gloves, and hid his hands under the white long sleeves, so that they did not look very eye-catching.
Looking at the time, he had unknowingly wandered around for more than two hours, and it was almost four o 'clock.
He simply turned around and walked towards the direction of the combat club's activity area.
He remembered that there was an Eastern restaurant nearby, and the menu outside was filled with all kinds of dishes from the East, so he decided to go and try it.
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