Soul of Negary

"Yes, I just arrived today." Negri looked up at the young man who professed to be Logge Crivis, and looked at it carefully.

"So what's your sense of Mobius College?" Logger asked eagerly. He was able to discern the peculiarity revealed by Negri, and he recently discovered that the college had too many problems, but he was willing to help him. There are too few people, and he hopes to find some like-minded partners.

"Well, it's a good place to learn. As for other things, people's curiosity shouldn't be so vigorous, it's so easy to cause problems." Negri said with a frown, as if to warn Roger, and then he didn't Go and ignore Log.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Log said slightly, embarrassedly, and seemed to concentrate on lunch.

In silence, Negri quickly solved his lunch and put away the small bottle filled with oil. This action attracted Log's attention. His excessive spiritual consciousness made him aware of the golden bottle. Oil is special.

This sense of being superior to ordinary people simply gave Loge a sense of superiority that transcended all sentient beings. It was just a few months ago that he was awakened by this ability. It is his innate ability. When it wakes up, he realizes that he is different.

He was able to perceive things that others could hardly perceive, to see the occasionally emerging spirits in the city, a little premonition of the prophet, some whispering whispers in his ears, all of which made Logger feel different.

So when the bizarre situation appeared in Mobis College, his first thought was not to escape, but to feel that this was his stage, just like the birth of the devil, the adventurer went through all kinds of hardships to knock it down and gain wealth and fame.

In other words, because of his ability to wake up, Logger felt that he was the protagonist.

Looking at Negri, who was far away, Loga squinted into Negri's pocket, and the bottle of oil that gave him a strange feeling was there.

"How's the situation, Log, is that person the kind of person?" At this time, a voice interrupted Log's thinking. It was his buddy Randir, who was also a member of their abnormal clearance team. Willing to believe him, and inquire with him about the abnormal companions of the college.

"The auditor does have a special place, and it should be explored again at a certain time." Logger responded with a smile. The kind of people in Landier's mouth were the mysteries, those who controlled the existence of magic.

When Negri walked on the road, he hardly perceived it, and found that there was a person tracking behind him. The kind of tracking level that was full of mistakes, only they thought they were not found.

Sure enough, the ability of these students is not worth looking forward to.

Negri returned to the dormitory and took the bottle of oil he carried in his hand. The thing inside was the cadaver oil he extracted from several sewer corpses that had practiced the same track before his death. Magic, their bodies have changed, and Negri’s corpse oil extracted from their bodies can give Negri some magic power.

Even with a certain magic ritual, Negri can inherit the progress of his magic training from the corpse, but Negri did not do that, and now it is just right to hold a certain magic power.

"However, that little guy might use this thing." Negri looked at the bottle of unused corpse oil, put it on the desk of the dormitory, and then opened the kit to give the little guy, then Need to add more materials.

Put the conditioned corpse oil in the bag, hide the other materials, and Negri went out. He was well aware of the mental state of Logger.

They will think that they are the protagonist, they have a sense of responsibility and a sense of mission, and all disasters need him to save. For this, everything he does is just, and they wantonly act for this just goal.

For example, stealing what he thinks is helpful to himself.

Negri’s outing was seen in the eyes of the good follower who thought he was hiding,

"Very good, I can be sure that the auditor has a special place. The current campus is full of dangers, for thousands of students, for our beautiful campus, for the three professors and fifteen students who died the day before yesterday, What we have to do!" Logger patted his companion's shoulder, and said a little passionately.

In Logg’s heart, some looked down on Negri, worthy of being a rubbish man, even if he is now identified, there is no gentleman in charge.

So Logger quickly followed Negri's companion to the Negri's dormitory, and at this moment his spiritual consciousness realized that there was something attracting him there.

Under the cover of the extremely anomalous removal team, Logger got into the window where Negrit deliberately did not close, and then opened Negri's handbag according to the spirit, and saw the bottle of corpse oil inside.

The magic inside is already active under Negri's dressing, and it has a fatal attraction for Log, who has a very high spiritual sense but is already ordinary.

Looking at the bottle of corpse oil, the tone of the scene in Log's eyes began to change and distort. Some pictures emerged from the corpse oil. Those were a few distorted figures. They seemed to be releasing some spells.

"Take me away, take me away, please beg me to save me!!!" The few figures begged frantically, and Log, who could observe them, became their catharsis, intense fear and extreme Pray, go straight to Log's heart.

Logg, who has had some experience, is clear that these figures are the spirits of some people. They are not human souls, but only some consciousness and memories of people, mixed with the existence of some power.

Only a small number of people with strong emotions or influenced by special factors can produce spirits, no matter whether they are alive or dead, there is a possibility of producing spirits.

Just a few months ago, when Lingjue had just awakened, he discovered that a classmate had used a psychic ritual that he didn't know where to get a spirit from his body.

However, the classmate committed suicide shortly afterwards for unknown reasons, and he went to where the psychic ritual was, but found no result.

Holding the corpse oil in his hands, Log was not hesitating. Since the classmate was unwilling to contribute to the college, it was also good for him to put away this thing. After all, defending the college was to defend him. Log thought so and secretly Out of Negri's dormitory.

At this time, Negri was walking into the college library, drawing a book, and saw a twisted face across the gap through the gap in the bookshelf.

Strangely, at that speed, Negri was so close, but did not hear any footsteps.

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