The King of Hell is three and a half years old, and the group pet is sweet and soft

Chapter 203 Black Sorcery

In the process of making Gumanli, the magician not only refines the soul inside.

In the same way, some basic small spells will be given to the soul, so as to help oneself do things.

The introduction of those spells is the black witchcraft performed by the warlock when making them.

When Nangong Xingyue heard what her brother said, her little eyebrows frowned tightly.

In her mind, she kept thinking about those whispering spells that Paqi used to use witchcraft on her.

Woooooooooooooooo, what's going on?

The more anxious I was, the more I couldn't remember it.

Looking at her increasingly frustrated face, Rong Qi knew that this girl had fallen into a dead end.

Probably because she was nervous, afraid that if she couldn't think of a spell, she wouldn't be able to open the box.

Rong Qi reached out and flicked her forehead, "Relax, even if you can't figure it out, brother can still make a deal with Paqi."

But the conditions are not good.

Naturally, he would not tell his sister this sentence.

Otherwise, my sister will be thinking wildly again.

Nangong Xingyue covered her forehead that was a little sore from being hit by her brother with both hands.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

My brother is really cruel, and he strikes hard.

But she also relaxed a lot.

Although she is young, she has been controlled all these years and has no self-awareness.

However, since drinking her brother's blood by mistake, her IQ seems to have improved a lot.

Things that were originally blurry became clear.

She didn't know if this was the effect of the blood connection between her and her brother.

Otherwise, she had been stained with blood before, but she never recovered her sanity.

At that time, it was like a tool man controlled by others.

After not being nervous, it seems that the memory will really return.

Those chirping bird voices that I don't know what they are are also much clearer in my mind.

She picked up the box again and babbled a lot into it.

Said all the spells she remembered.

But the box didn't respond at all, it was embarrassing now.

Qing Wu and the others covered their faces together.

It was actually a little girl holding the box and talking a lot about it.

It's a bit like playing the piano to a cow.

That scene was just horribly weird.

Nangong Xingyue felt aggrieved, "Brother, it doesn't work."

Seeing her like this, Rong Qi almost burst out laughing.

However, considering his sister's self-esteem, he still endured it.

This result was beyond his expectation.

He thought that as long as it was a black witchcraft spell, it should be able to open the box.

Unexpectedly, it didn't work.

He kept thinking what went wrong?

His eyes kept scanning back and forth between the box and his sister.

Finally, it fell into the hands of my sister.

He remembered that it seemed that the box had changed in his sister's hands just now.

Could it be that it's not just a spell, but also the power of my sister?

Thinking of this, Rong Qi's eyes lit up, it should be a combination of the two.

At the beginning, Nangong Xingyue just held it, which was the factor that promoted the deformation of the box.

If you want to open the box, do you need to combine Xingyue's power and spells?

There was some urgency in his voice, "Sister, please repeat the spell just now."

Before Rong Qi finished speaking, Nangong Xingyue interrupted.

She asked suspiciously: "Brother, didn't I say it just now?"

"But it's no use."

"Again, it's probably the same result."

It's mostly pointless and a waste of time.

Rong Qi knew that his sister was impatient, so he didn't blame her for interrupting him.

"Listen to me, when you are chanting the spell, add your own strength."

"This should be the key to opening the box."

It is not impossible for Nangong Xingyue to hear it.

She obeyed obediently, and a blood-red light condensed in her hand, which acted on the box.

At the same time, she began to play the piano against the cow again with a murmur in her mouth.

No, it should be talking to the box.

Just as she was halfway through, the box exploded with a bang.

The voice at that moment made Rong Qi and the others avoid unconsciously.

When I looked at Nangong Xingyue's hand again, there was no box left, only a statue left.

That statue should be Gumanthong also made by Phra Khi.

Appearance is that of an 8-month-old baby corpse.

The whole body is covered with gold leaf, and there are many gold threads bound on it.

From head to toe, they are painted with complicated runes.

Not sure what exactly that means.

Generally speaking, it should be bound to the soul.

It was the first time that Nangong Xingyue took such a thing.

I can't help being a little timid.

I don't know why it made her feel like she was holding her own corpse.

Rong Qi sensed her emotional change and hurriedly told her to put down the things.

"Sister, you put this thing on the table first."

Nangong Xingyue carefully placed Gumantong on the coffee table.

A group of people gathered around and looked at Gumantong on the table.

Didn't see anything special.

Mainly, where did the mobile phone they saw before go?
Could it be in the baby's belly?

As soon as this idea came out, they all trembled.

They all have an idea at the same time.

Patch really dares to think about it.

Mainly to actually get them to take a cell phone out of the dead body of a tiny baby...

This thing really can't be done.

Thinking about it in another place, they couldn't accept it.

The crowd looked at Rong Qi, wanting to see how he would choose.

Rong Qi didn't speak, but took the baby's body with both hands and went to his secret base.

This time he did not enter the first room.

Because there is only a computer area, and nothing else.

He walked down the corridor and stopped in the fourth room.

Nangong Xingyue and the others followed behind.

Rong Qi opened the door. There are all kinds of equipment here, and no one knows what it is for.

Rong Qi walked to a large box.

This thing looks a bit like an oven from the outside, but they know that this thing is definitely not that simple.

Rong Qi opened the top lid and put Gumantong in the container.

Pressed a red button.

Xiao Ba, who came to join in the fun, suddenly said, "Master Qi, are you going to bake it??"

His words were too sudden.

Everyone who listened was full of black lines.

This little eight's brain circuit is really unusual.

What is this all about?

Could it be that I have watched too many movies about pork buns with human flesh, so my thinking is relatively clear.

Rong Qi glanced at him coldly.

Xiao Ba seemed to be strangled all of a sudden, and even his breathing slowed down unconsciously.

Rong Qi ignored him, but turned on the computer next to him.

After the computer was turned on, it entered a very strange interface.

It's completely different from normal computer booting.

(End of this chapter)