Chapter 241: Faust (1/2)

Sure enough, Zong Jiu finally knew why the parchment had three orders and five applications. Remind the contractor every few lines, emphasizing the cunning and treacherous devil.

It turns out that the devil is really cunning.

From only the magic exchange is not really done, to the baby will not reach the last step, and finally baby you are too cute to hold on.

Every time I got an inch closer, every time I just stepped on the line of defense that the magician's heart broke through. When I looked back, I realized that the opponent had gone so far.

But of course, if this could cure his hand, Zong Jiu would treat this as an accident at most, and he would be an adult, so he would be fine.

That's right, there will be no psychological burden, even the hands are not only restored, but also to a higher level, how can I think of it is my own earning.

Zong Jiu told himself that, finally in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but get up secretly from the bed.

Just kidding, how could he let the devil and himself sleep in the same bed, so after taking a shower, he mercilessly shut the person in the small study room of the apartment. There was a small soft piece prepared by Zong Jiu before reading. The bed, although it doesn't seem to be enough for the devil's height... but what right does a guy who eats and drinks have to express!

He stepped barefoot on the furry carpet, pricked up his ears and looked at the sound in the distance.

very quiet.

This high-end apartment is located on a high floor, and it is the most popular real estate area for many public figures to buy. It is very good in terms of security and confidentiality. It is far away from the street on weekdays. There are private elevators on the first floor. The sound insulation effect is absolutely top , No sound can be heard.

At night, even the devil should need to sleep.

Zong Jiu looked around vigilantly and made sure that the study door was still tightly closed, before he walked forward tiptoe.

It's strange why he feels that his eyesight seems to have been greatly improved.

In such an environment with no light, even without turning on the lights, you can easily see the whole view of the entire apartment.

Could it be that signing a contract with the devil will increase physical fitness?

The doubts that arose in Zong Jiu's heart became more and more serious.

He felt as if he was shrouded in a cloud of mist.

seem......

The magician looked down at his hand.

These hands are now very healthy and full of vitality. It doesn't matter if you open ten decks of cards in a row, you can even continue the previous world tour in the next second, or crack the high-end magic that Zong Jiu had previously shown.

To put it a bit more exaggerated, only with the hands of the present, it is not difficult to surpass the great man in the magic world in the past. He can create a history that belongs to the ”Great Magician Zong Nine”, and firmly believes that there is nothing in the past or the future. The history of human transcendence.

Because it is really superior.

It is impossible for a magician not to know where the upper limit of his hands is.

In any case, the devil did all of this.

Without that devil, Zong Jiu didn't know what would happen to him in the future.

Maybe it is decadence that cannot last all day, maybe it is completely lost interest in this world, or something else.

He promised the old nun that he would not take the initiative to break the chains on his body; but the old nun never told him how to repeat this boring and blank life if he loses interest in everything.

In the darkness, his hands were miraculously stretched.

Obviously yesterday, he was still swaying for the hope left by his disabled hands. Even if he heard the subtext of those experts, Zong Jiu still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

As they said, he was waiting for ”a miracle.”

Now, although the miracle has become a contract between selling one's soul and signing a contract with the devil, in the end...it is indeed a miracle.

At least it is a miracle that belongs to Zong Jiu alone.

But he always felt...where did he seem to have seen this devil.

And, maybe it's not an ordinary relationship, like...it should be.

It's like forgetting something.

Zong Jiu rubbed his temples, pressed this inexplicable idea, and picked up the pamphlet on the ground again.

The hexapod altar cloth and parchment are also included in a booklet, which contains the 108 detailed rules for summoning the devil from hell.

Zong Jiu scanned it briefly, and placed candles, silver knives, utensils, and six-pointed star altar cloths with countless Jewish names on the ground as required, and began to recite the counter-summoning spell.

...Yes, since the hands are already healed, he has to cross the river to tear down the bridge, reject the water and deny people, and send this nasty devil back to his hell.

Zong Jiu has even typed out his own belly script. Even if the angel in the mouth of a certain devil really found out, he would at least pick himself up temporarily.

He slapped the wound on his previous arm again, and waited for the blood to gush out and then repeated the counter-summoning spell three times.

Still nothing happened.

This time Zong Jiu had already had the experience of the previous one, and waited for a long time in place, just to wait for the time for the spell to be activated.

There should be something like that, otherwise, why did he chant the spell three times before, and after a while, the devil came out.

The night sky was still silent, without the slightest sound.

Succeeded?

Zong Jiu looked back at the door of the study, but found no movement.

So he put the knife back on the ground, covered the wound with his hand, and approached the door step by step.

He put his head on the door, and did not hear any noise inside.

If the counter-summoning spell succeeds... now the devil should be thrown back to hell.

But be cautious.

Zong Jiu stepped back two steps, planning not to push the door. In this case, no matter if he goes back, he will have a way out.

The white-haired young man stepped back step by step, until... he ran into a cold body behind him.

”My dear magician, at the door of the bedroom most of the night, is it a long night, lonely sleepless?”