This was the last page of the instruction manual.
It was all text and no pictures.
It recorded the final segment of the worship of the Strange God.
Wu Jian closed the instruction manual and picked up the small clay pot.
The earthen jar was very rough, and it was earthen yellow in color. It felt hard and cold, as if it was holding ice water.
Wu Jian opened the cork, and a nauseating stench overflowed from it.
This smell immediately made him lose interest in this ritual of worshipping the strange god.
He did not want to use such a smelly thing to write on his body.
However, he was also certain that the liquid in the earthen jar was indeed Strange Ink. He could sense a cold aura in the liquid that was similar to Strange.
He checked the white bone brush and confirmed that it also contained a strange power.
Wu Jian put away these items.
"No problem."
"Alright."
The young man nodded and turned to leave.
Wu Jian looked at the other party's back as he left. He rubbed his chin, and the light on the dial in his left eye flashed.
He saw two torches burning in the youth's body.
One was a white human torch, and the other was a strange green-white torch.
The human's white torch was constantly emitting thin flames that fused into the green-white flames.
It caused the flames of time between the two to fuse to a certain extent. However, this fusion was very faint and would not affect the youth's lifespan too much.
Compared to the Gu sisters, this young man was in a much better state.
"Is this the standard of the Special Affairs Department's Strange Trainer? Not bad."
It was strange, but it didn't damage his lifespan much.
This kind of control could already be said to be perfect.
As for whether he would consume more lifespan when using Strange, Wu Jian was not sure.
"Wu Jian, you got the thing?"
Qin Shuyu, who had been waiting outside, entered the room after the young man left.
"Yes, I've already gotten it. No problem.”
Wu Jian picked up the Prohibiting Talisman and stuck it on the suitcase. He then nodded at Qin Shuyu.
"You can book me a ticket back now.”
“…………”
Qin Shuyu was silent for a moment before she said softly,"
"Aren't you going to consider staying in Hillford? With your ability, you can develop better in the capital.”
"I'm sorry."
Wu Jian shook his head.
"I don't have much ambition, and I'm more homesick. It's not suitable for me to develop in the capital.”
"Is that so? Alright, then can I come over to your place to play when I have time?”
Qin Shuyu lowered her head in disappointment and asked softly.
"Of course, you're welcome anytime."
Wu Jian smiled and nodded.
"Hehe, wait a moment, I'll book the tickets for you.”
Wu Jian's expression returned to normal as he watched Qin Shuyu leave like a happy deer.
He looked at the suitcase in his hand and picked up his phone.
Congratulations, you have obtained a sacrificial ritual from ancient times.
There was no problem with the steps of the ritual, but the props were too shabby.
Not only did they not have the vital Primordial Curse Skin as the foundation of the ritual, but even the Strange Ink and Strange Pen were inferior.
This kind of ritual had fallen into the lower class from the beginning.
Worship the Strange God…
Worship the strange gods and use them for me.
But…were they worthy?
If you want to use strangeness, you can just snatch it!
"Not worthy? Isn't that a little too arrogant?"
Wu Jian really did not understand why the Strange Era's notifications always gave him such a high status.
This gave him a lot of pressure.
He didn't.
The black text gradually faded, and Wu Jian silently put away his phone.
He could just take a look at the Strange Era's hint and not take it too seriously.
He only needed to absorb the useful information in these notifications.
"The props for the ritual are shabby. That's not a problem. Don't I have props that are not shabby?”
Wu Jian touched the Strange Emperor Bell in his pocket.
This complete artifact strangely had the effect of strengthening the ritual.
If he used this thing to worship the Strange God, he would definitely be able to give the Strange God a huge surprise.
Wu Jian was already prepared.
After returning home and resting for a few days, he would find a suitable target in the forum to test this ritual.
At that time, he would be able to understand the role of the ritual, control a new strange ability, and earn money and contribution points on the forum.
Killing two birds with one stone was simply too awesome.
Qin Shuyu moved very quickly.
In less than ten minutes, he booked a business class ticket for Wu Jian to return to Qingshan City that day.
The two of them had lunch together.
Wu Jian sat in Qin Shuyu's car and arrived at the high-speed rail station.
"Come over and play when you have time."
Wu Jian, who was carrying a suitcase and a backpack, waved at Qin Shuyu.
"Yes, I will!"
Qin Shuyu smiled gently and waved goodbye to Wu Jian.
The train from the capital to Qingshan City is about to depart. Please board the train as soon as possible.
Wu Jian nodded at Qin Shuyu and walked into the carriage.
The high-speed rail gradually accelerated, and the scenery outside the window was gradually forgotten.
Sitting on the chair, Wu Jian opened his palm.
The blood color climbed up his palm and dyed it red.
Three strange and twisted words turned into palm lines and kept changing in his palm.
In the end, the three words gradually distorted and disintegrated.
It began to move closer to another word.
However, for some reason, every time this character was about to take shape, it would quietly collapse.
It could not form true distorted words.
"Is it really missing something important?”
Wu Jian, who wanted to use his own strength to reassemble the character 'Riding' on the ghost handprint, gave up on this idea after a few attempts.
If he wanted the distorted words to truly take shape, he had to know how to write them.
There should be other more important media needed.
This medium should require the ritual of worshipping the Strange God to activate.
"It seems that we can't rush it."
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