When Wei Curse held the black dagger, the edge of the constructed dagger collapsed violently, as if it would collapse and deconstruct in the next moment.
Wei Zeshu was a little at a loss, but Zhenjun Xuanyuan told him to use the method at will. He nodded and gently waved the black dagger in his hand towards the floor of the ward.
As if it was already there, a thin trace appeared on the ground, and the dagger in Wei Curcuma's hand instantly turned into black snowflakes, passing between his fingers and disappearing.
"Not bad, the effect is quite simple and bright."
"Yeah, but the construction process is quite complicated. First, it needs to be reversely strengthened, then the basic carrier is constructed, and finally the attack method is pure release."
"The most complicated way to achieve the simplest effect."
Zhenjun and Lu Fusu had a brief chat. They were both winds, and they could quickly guess everything just by seeing it with their own eyes.
"In terms of conclusions, this is really a completely new law."
"Although there are methods with similar effects to it, the essence is not exactly the same."
"That is to say, your guess is correct. For the purpose of imitation, you created a specious and brand-new law out of thin air."
Lu Fusu touched his chin, suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Although you don't understand the principle, you feel that the law is based on this principle, so you create a new law that does not exist at all..."
"Using the terminology from the board game I'm playing recently, you are the "power of thinking", classmate Xiao Wei."
Lu Fusu seemed to have discovered a new world, forgetting the previous unpleasantness of losing money.
Wei Zeshu himself could only smile awkwardly. I wondered why he sounded so orcish...
The three principals came and left quickly. They only confirmed some of their guesses. After visiting Wei Curcuma like a strange beast, they left with satisfaction.
Lu Fusu and Zhenjun were walking in front, seeming to be discussing something. Su Qingjian was walking at the end, and she gave Wei Curcuma some special precautions in daily life.
"You can eat more good food properly, which will be of great help to your current situation. Later, take this signature slip to the first floor of the school hospital, grab some medicinal materials and supplements, and say that Su Qingjian asked you to pick them up. of."
"Price? Don't worry about this problem anymore! How old is your body? Your life is at stake! Just go and get it."
Su Qingjian said angrily when she heard Wei Curcuma ask her about the price.
"If you feel bad about it, you can pay it back when you become a Deviant Suppressor and make money later... The original price was probably around 100,000 yuan. I haven't heard of any Deviant Suppressor who is short of money."
"Why are you so nice to you? What nonsense are you talking about? I am your principal. If it were any other Feng, he would be like me."
"You don't need any reason to take care of your future hopes. Student Wei, you have completed assassination training that no one has ever completed. Please stand tall and accept this kindness as a matter of course."
Su Qingjian, who had been smiling gently, looked at Wei Curcuma very seriously, held his hand, put the signature slip with the formula of medicinal materials and supplements in his hand, and left.
This beautiful principal was small, and her bulging look was also very charming and cute. Wei Curcuma held the signature slip and couldn't help but feel a little warmth of being cared for in his heart.
"How's it going? Northern Territory, isn't it great?"
After the three principals left, Qing Jiang put his arm around Wei Curcuma's shoulder and patted him.
"This is the most secular and powerful place in the world, and it is also the most noble and supreme institution of learning."
"So what do I do next?"
"You ask me, who am I asking? Boss Mo hasn't come back yet, so you are naturally free during this period."
"You can also make up for the practical training lessons you owe during this period, but to be honest...those regular exercises are of no use to you. Have you ever seen a lion or tiger know how to exercise?"
“Exercise is sometimes for the weak!”
"Do what you want to do, take a good rest, talk about love or something...enjoy your time on campus, and then wait for your mentor, Boss Mo, to come back?"
"By the way, compared to his, my assassination training was as relaxing as a vacation... Be mentally prepared."
"Besides... well... I've also learned about your situation. You lack sufficient record of suppressing anomalies, right?"
"However, in order to protect the lives of students, in principle, non-deviant suppressors are not allowed to perform the task of suppressing anomalies. If carried out, a senior anomaly suppressor is required as a recommendation and guarantor."
"It's hard for the kids in the internship group to get a task like this. It's hard to come by, and they usually have to wait for a while."
Qing Jiang laughed, with a "you're welcome" expression.
"Just think of it as your end-of-class gift from me, a half-assed teacher who has only been a teacher for four or five days."
"I'll be your recommender. Let's give it a try?"
"good!"
A well-known strong man in the execution department, a quasi-C-class abnormal suppressor, who personally recommends people for tasks that are between the mainstream and the unpopular, is naturally at his fingertips.
Wei Curcuma was not polite to Qing Jiang, who had tortured him for several days. He took out a banana from the fruit basket given to him by Zhenjun and handed it to him to express his sincere gratitude.
Although the two have only known each other for a few days, the acting mentors have interacted with each other countless times during this period. The natural relationship has long since become no longer bound by the ordinary superior-subordinate relationship. They are extremely familiar with each other's personalities, more like Seniors and juniors.
"Remember to check the PHS text message notification when the time comes, and the official will assign it to you directly."
"You also call that little phone a PHS."
"Nonsense, this thing was modified by PHS. Otherwise, where do you think so much unsaleable inventory went..."
Qingjiang scratched the back of his head and grumbled while adding Wei Curshu's PHS special contact shortcut in both directions. Looking at Wei Curshu's overjoyed expression, he must have been holding back this complaint for a long time.
Qingjiang stretched out his hand and suddenly rubbed Wei Curcuma's head.
Although this kid is indeed as strong as a monster and has completed unprecedented training, but if you look closely, you will see that he is just a kid who has just graduated from high school.
"Although I don't know what happened to you in the past, I guess your character and tenacity will not appear out of thin air. Maybe... your past life was not good enough, and the world was not friendly enough to you."
"But you are indeed a good little guy, Wei Curcuma."
"You have such potential, I have a hunch that the whole world will listen to your voice in the future, so now, you have to be patient and work harder.
"You must survive, and then become a deviant suppressor, or even a first-class supernatural power user, and then live happily."
"There is no way to change your past life, but you can choose your future life."
Qingjiang smiled and pointed at himself with his thumb.
"I've been killing people since I was ten years old, and my past life was as rotten as shit, but that doesn't stop me from being a quasi-C-level deviant suppressor, a strong person who transcends human reason."
"Let's go, no need to send it off."
"So urgent?"
"Deviants in Class C Town are very busy. Most Class Cs need one person to govern an entire city. There is an overwhelming shortage of manpower."
Qingjiang waved his hand coolly, turned around and went out, leaving only Wei Curcuma behind.
