Under the cover of smoke, Xiang Beichen pulled Huang Xiaoqing and left here quickly.
At the entrance of a corridor not far away diagonally opposite, Zhang Junmo, who had been paying attention to the situation, was a little stunned.
He just planned to use star-shaped earrings to prevent Xiang Beichen from entering the alley. At the same time, he took advantage of the setting in the game that the assassin can release darts for basic attacks when jumping up.
Use the hidden weapon talent given by the assassin to break the windows of rooms where people seem to be present and cause commotion.
So that the shadow spirit would be afraid and would not dare to take action.
Originally it was just a bet on the luck of these two people. Because if the shadow spirit continues to attack without any scruples, he really has no choice.
But he didn't expect that Xiang Beichen would actually awaken his superpower?
Smoke power?
Although it seems that this smoke power may not improve combat power, it is absolutely awesome for escaping!
Well, I saw Xiang Beichen running and letting off smoke all the way. It was like throwing dozens of smoke bombs along the whole road.
Do you think you are playing a chicken card bug to throw unlimited cigarettes?
Zhang Junmo rolled his eyes, and then he saw that the original red dot on the system's small map gradually retreated and then disappeared from the detection range.
He should have retreated!
He did not dare to leave directly, but waited for a while to make sure that the shadow spirit was not hiding nearby before walking out of the corridor.
It wasn't until he returned to the dormitory that Zhang Junmo felt relieved.
Judging from this incident, it is at least 80% certain that this shadow spirit will not take action in public.
This so-called Hidden Spirit Clan may have this rule.
Yes, the Hidden Spirit Clan, the Hidden Spirit...
Maybe that's what the name means. Beast spirits and shadow spirits all have the word spirit in their names.
Doesn't the hidden spirit mean that they hide their existence?
But what is their purpose of killing?
Or, what conditions did the person who was killed meet?
Although Zhang Junmo's temperament became cold in his assassin state.
But his thinking is obviously not as fast as that of a magician, and it is difficult to come up with any clues to these problems.
Forget it, never mind him!
He's just a new kid, why does he have to worry so much?
The next moment, I opened the system panel with my mind.
He had already accepted the first side mission before taking action, preventing the Shadow Spirit from hunting Xiang Beichen.
As for tracking shadow spirits?
hehe?
Whoever wants to die can do it! He's not going anyway!
Zhang Junmo is not stupid.
"ID: Zhang Junmo"
"Occupation: Assassin"
"Talent: Assassination/Hidden Weapon/Physical Skills"
"Level: Level 6 [1/100]"
"HP: 600"
"Magic value: 10000"
The previous second side mission also disappeared at this time.
Obviously, when the timing of the event that releases the side task is missed, the task will automatically disappear.
Zhang Junmo couldn't help but take a closer look at his magic value.
The magic value will not increase with upgrading. This is a fact that is certain at present.
He has currently switched to three professions, but the active damage skills of these three basic professions do not consume mana.
Why?
Zhang Junmo was suddenly startled.
When he first activated the system and saw the magic value of 10,000, the first thing he thought of was that he could use more skills than others.
However, the current situation...
The initial skill magic value in the early stage consumes 0? ? ?
Wouldn't that mean that as long as the cooldown is reached, you can use unlimited skills?
Hey hey hey hey...
Zhang Junmo was secretly happy.
But the smile on that face was extremely cold.
At this time, Huang Wenshan, who was on the bed opposite Zhang Junmo, who had been looking down at his mobile phone, had a sore neck. He raised his head and twisted his neck, just in time to see the smile on Zhang Junmo's face.
Damn it!
He suddenly felt the hair on his back stand up.
It felt like in a horror movie, when an acquaintance who had been chatting and laughing with you suddenly turned to face you, his face pale and bleeding from all seven holes. It was extremely scary.
Zhang Junmo's smile is like the smile of death to others.
He glanced at Huang Wenshan and saw that the latter's face was a little pale and there was faint sweat on his forehead. He asked strangely: "Senior Wenshan, what's wrong with you?"
But at this moment, seeing Zhang Junmo looking over, Huang Wenshan's heart couldn't help but pause.
But the next moment, he changed his mind.
its not right!
Am I afraid?
Afraid of Zhang Junmo?
But why?
Zhang Junmo's home is too far away from the college, so it took him a day and a night to get there by train.
By the time he reported, all the freshmen in the same grade had arranged their dormitories.
Most of the students at Xiacheng College are local or live in the next few cities, so almost all of them arrived early.
He had no choice but to be assigned to this dormitory in the end, and his roommates were all second-year students, all his seniors.
For a long time, he, a junior student, was pitiful, weak and helpless in the eyes of his roommates.
After reacting, the panic in Huang Wenshan's heart faded a lot.
"Well... well, maybe it's a little hot."
But as soon as he opened his mouth, his words turned out to be awkward.
In order to hide his embarrassment, he forced a smile, but this way, his face became even more ugly.
"Zidong! Help...help me...turn on the air conditioner."
The changes in the seasons in this world are almost the same as those in Zhang Junmo's previous life. During the period when school just started, the temperature was still very high. This dormitory is on the first floor, and there are large trees planted by the college outside the balcony. It rarely gets direct sunlight.
Therefore, at night, when the front and back doors are opened and the wind blows, it is actually quite cool.
Ye Zidong glanced at Huang Wenshan strangely and couldn't help but sneered.
"What are you doing, kid? You're stammering. What movie did you watch that excited you like this?"
As he spoke, the shirtless Ye Zhidong closed the door and turned on the air conditioner.
Zhang Junmo rolled his eyes and ignored them.
Originally, the previous "Zhang Junmo" had no feelings for them, but now he is busy doing task upgrades and is too lazy to pay attention to them.
It's early morning again.
Today's training class is no longer the previous classroom, but the physical training room upstairs.
Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong came to the place together, but found that many classmates had gathered at the door.
"what's going on?"
"Why don't you go in?"
Seeing this, Gao Shengzhong asked.
One student glanced at him, then raised his hand tremblingly, pointed at the room, and said weakly: "You... look inside."
Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong looked at each other, and the former shrugged.
The two of them walked to the door, took a look at the body training room, and were stunned.
What the hell?
The training room is very large and looks like an indoor basketball court.
That is to say, the ball blue is not pressed, and there are no spectators around.
There are many equipment and props placed in the exercise room, such as an exaggerated treadmill. I always feel that running on it can take off. In addition, there are boxing stakes, a ring, and a few machines that don't know what they do.
In short, there are all kinds of things, all kinds of things.
Of course, these are not the main points.
The point is, there are a bunch of people lying around inside.
Some fell in the corner, some were lying on the ground, some were lying on their backs with expressions of despair, some had blackened faces, and some were covered in bruises...
It looks so miserable.
etc?
It seems like something strange has been mixed in.
Zhang Junmo and Gao Shengzhong suddenly turned back to look at someone.
The guy had an afro on his head, his face was scorched black, and there was even smoke coming out of his slightly opened mouth unconsciously.
"Holy crap! Was this kid struck by lightning? It was so miserable."
"Jun Mo, are we still going in?"
Gao Shengzhong was stunned. As he spoke, he did not forget to take a few steps back and stand together with his classmates.
"What kind of body-refining room is this? It's basically hell!"
Zhang Junmo couldn't help but shudder.
Good guy.
Anyone else who walked to the door of a room would be shocked to see such a scene inside!
"Why don't you go in?"
