Ascension

Chapter 43 Water Mist Spraying
"I think she is too pitiful, and I want to try new possibilities."

Mr. Yehan was half-truthful and half-false, speaking naturally:
"Is there anyone who pierced a hole in the chest of the soul and imprisoned it day and night?"

"Whether this is rescue or another form of humiliation, I think only the witch knows for sure."

"This is also an impossible way..."

Shen Jiaoyun tried to explain, but was immediately interrupted by Lord Ye Han:
"It doesn't matter, the contract is done, let the past be the past."

"As for the future, maybe I will pay the price for my arrogance."

"But whether the witch's loss of control threatens my personal safety, or it is difficult to compete at the same level because of weak skills, or in the future, I will be stuck in the clay womb, and even the womb of Xiazhao cannot soar..."

"These causes and effects, these costs, will be borne by myself."

Mr. Ye Han, who could roughly guess what the other party was thinking, did not forget to add:
"Of course, if I'm lucky, I'll be lucky enough to improve the witch's condition and help her regain stability and health."

"Then correspondingly, I can also enjoy blessings."

"If the magic skill of the witch's vein can be used normally, whether it is the effect or the power, it will still be very exciting..."

Acupuncture has been accurately inserted into the acupuncture points, and Shen Jiaoyun only needs to split a small part of his mind in order to maintain the ability to cast spells.

Most of the rest of the mind heard Mr. Yehan's understatement, and the expression on his face was indescribably absurd.

It must be admitted that the unusual contract vision indirectly proves that Mr. Han is definitely outstanding in terms of personal talent or life opportunities.

But still the same.

It's dark flash!This is the spirit of the turbid bones!
Shen Jiaoyun thought that Mr. Han had discovered some great opportunity and had already helped the witch to make a change.

At such a close distance, with acupuncture and moxibustion steadily repairing the witch's wound.

All she could feel was the reduction of the witch's pain, a slight improvement in her mental state, and her spiritual world was no longer so dark and numb.

But what's the use of this? In the real flesh and blood, a single chaos is no longer enough to describe.

Dislocation of organs, distortion of meridians, slow blood flow...

I don't even know if it's an illusion, but Shen Jiaoyun actually caught a wisp of lingering death energy in the deepest part of his flesh and blood, and he couldn't stop and erase it no matter what, he could only watch it spread little by little.

How long will it take for the witch to disappear?

Mr. Han must not have discovered this yet, right?

If this is the case, the contract full of confidence, wouldn't it be an oolong?
"Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

The water goat is not idle, and is also using the Baiwen-level "water mist spray" to try to heal the desert witch's wounded body.

The water element it controls is not ordinary spring water in nature, but a special liquid containing healing factors, which appears sky blue in appearance.

The key position it locks on is naturally the big bloody hole in the desert witch's chest.

Such a shocking injury, with the injection of water mist, densely packed granulation unexpectedly grew in the details that are difficult to microcosm.

They move slowly, but without stopping.

This made the water goat, which was casting a spell with all its strength, wet its hair in a short while, bleat and pant, and worked harder than a bison plowing the field.

"How sure are you that you can reproduce the complete power of the witch clan?"

Bing Ji was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke.

At this time, most of the icy coldness disappeared from his face, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.

"Hard to say."

Mr. Yehan pondered for a while, and felt that it was necessary to reveal some information, otherwise it would be inconvenient to escape:
"My original intention is simple. Since the characteristic of gloomy and shining is difficult to change, I should find a way to wash off this label and help her mutate her bloodline."

"Only in this way can the desert witch gain the growth space that a normal spirit should have, so that she will not be looked down upon by the world."

Bing Ji twitched the corner of his mouth and became quiet again.

Bloodline mutation is the method of ascension that low-level spirits rely on, and there is no objection to this.

Once the right method is found, the originally indestructible blood barrier may be broken through.

The same goes for the Desert Witch.

Since there are defects in itself, if the gene mutation is promoted, there is indeed a chance to break through and regain a new life.

But change the bloodline to break the situation.

Easy to say, but is it really easy to do?

Similar thoughts, both he and Master Shao, have actually had it before.

Including star mentors, including big shots at the vice president level.

When I saw a witch for the first time, I had the same idea that it was impossible to bypass the option of mutation.

The results of it?Either dare not try, or stop in the middle.

"There are very few sighting reports of witches' spirits in the Giant Frog Pond, so there are naturally very few related studies."

"This means that if you want to help the witches mutate their blood, the difficulty factor is dozens of times that of common spirits."

Shen Jiaoyun frowned, and analyzed seriously:

"Then, for the gray flash."

"The only information available shows that their congenital defects are too serious, and no one has ever made up for their success through acquired methods, no matter which way..."

Before Shen Jiaoyun finished speaking, he hesitated to speak.

Lord Yehan understood what she meant.

Roughly speaking, a single problem can be regarded as a difficult problem of the last century.

The two are superimposed on each other, and the difficulty has skyrocketed hundreds of times, and there is no upper limit.

At this level, no matter what the reason, what talent, what experience...

It is really difficult to try to make people believe that they will succeed in the end.

"Give it a try." Lord Ye Han chuckled, "As the saying goes, don't look back if you don't hit the south wall, and don't give up until you reach Huangquan."

"My determination was solidified the moment I signed the contract. Before my head is broken, I will not be shaken by the so-called gossip."

"Okay." Shen Jiaoyun sighed, "They are all adults now, and they have to bear the consequences of their choices."

"Since you choose a witch, treat her well."

"Her past experience is probably more miserable than we imagined."

"If you keep her heart cold, you won't be allowed to turn it into a black one day. When Jie Shi dies, and drags you, the family master, to be buried with her, then there is no place to cry..."

"Okay, remember Assistant Professor Shen's instructions."

Mr. Yehan nodded. This suggestion is also one of his core ideas, and it deserves approval.

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask, why do you hold the badge of a teaching assistant?"

The situation stabilized, and Shen Jiaoyun's tense mood relaxed a little.

The suppressed curiosity is naturally awakened.

"You are so young, and you have just signed a contract... Who opened the back door for you to jump into this position?"

"Oh, Director Jiang Yongnian Jiang."

Mr. Yehan didn't want to explain too much, so he just threw the pot away:

"If you doubt my identity, you can find him, and he can prove it to me."

"The rest is a long story. Signing the contract today consumes too much of my mind, so I won't talk about it here."

As he said that, Lord Yehan faced the person with the highest right to speak on the seventh floor and asked:
"Master B, can you let me go?"

"If you don't plan to ask me to compensate, then you owe a favor by default."

"In the future, if the rescue center needs it, and I happen to be able to help...anyone will be welcome."

"Chong-"

Bing Ji put away the giant sword and walked towards the entrance without looking back.

The indifferent voice echoed between the passages on the seventh floor, with a deep flavor:
"As a teacher, you must look like a teacher."

"This is Canghai Pavilion, look at the badge on your chest, don't insult your identity."

Bing season drifted away.

The angry Quyinbat had no choice but to leave with his master.

"Thank you, Assistant Teacher Shen."

"But this kind of treatment is almost your limit, right? Don't worry too much, let's stop here."

Lord Yehan thanked Shen Jiaoyun.

At that time, the big hole in the desert witch's chest hadn't fully healed.

With acupuncture, she stopped bleeding.

But more than half of the cut wounds turned into scars, crooked, horizontal and vertical, uglier and hideous than the long-legged black centipede.

"Alright, the rest is up to you." Shen Jiaoyun didn't hold back.

She is indeed a second-tier medical caretaker, but she has an excessive workload every day.

Active powers like "acupuncture and moxibustion" will have a certain burden every time they are used, and they cannot be squandered at will.

The same goes for water goats.

Dacheng, the womb of Xiazhao, releases "Water Mist Spraying" in its full power state, and it may not be able to cure the desert witch in such a bad state at once.

Incomplete state, continuous casting for 10 minutes, it is already very tired.

If it doesn't soak in the water or take a good rest, it will pass out.

"Let's go back to the contract space, it's also helpful for the recovery of body functions."

With a thought in Ye Hanjun's mind, a ray of light bloomed from the imprint on the wrist of his left hand.

I saw a light yellow light flashing away, and the desert witch disappeared.

What remains in place is nothing but the dirty blood and fine sand splashed to various places, messy all over the ground.

"Hey, students over there, after watching for so long, do you want to come out and say hello?"

Lord Yehan was exhausted, but he still held on to his willpower and looked towards the passage ahead to the left.

Things haven't quite worked out yet.

There are too many witnesses today, and the flower candle is a rare witch's spirit, with a gloomy and shining label.

It can be expected that this turmoil is only temporarily over, and it will enter the stage of fermentation, and it is possible to evolve in any direction.

"Haha, what a coincidence, we meet again..."

Jiang Haowen, Jiang Meng, Zhou Nijie, Ye Shu, two men and two women came out chattering.

Especially Jiang Haowen, although he couldn't hear what he said clearly, he witnessed Mr. Han and the guard fighting against each other, and he looked like he was able to handle things with ease.

Reminiscent of the past, he looked at the newcomer with the attitude of a senior, and there was a lingering sense of superiority hidden in his words, his cheeks were hot, and he really wanted to find a hole to burrow into.

"If you can, help me hide the news."

Mr. Yehan didn't say whether he was embarrassed or not, he looked straight at him and said:

"Although it's not realistic, I still hope that the news of my contract with the Desert Witch will be known later."

"No problem, no problem!"

Jiang Haowen agreed with all his mouth, and Jiang Meng nodded like a chicken pecking rice, his eyes were dotted with curiosity and admiration.

(End of this chapter)