This ink-trickling boy captain looks more ‘quiet’ than other ink-trickling boys.
The other boys nearby would move their limbs wildly even if they stayed in place, as if they were born with ADHD. Only the captain of the boy who was making trouble was more spiritual. He had no facial features and even his limbs were not like normal limbs. He stood there. You always feel like it understands you when you’re in front of it.
Of course, ‘quietness’ is only one of the characteristics. Mi August guesses that more differences are still related to Feixue.
She took out the “Beginner” textbook from Du’e Academy and asked Tiao Mo Tong, “Can you copy this?”
Team leader Tiaomotong tentatively approached the “Beginner” textbook, and his slender limbs touched the corner of the book.
Having been frightened by the Book of Good and Evil, this ink-troublemaker was even more cautious about the books that Mi August took out.
This time it was not frightened and fell down, and dented its mouth toward Mi August’s flat face.
Mi August, who couldn’t understand or hear its voice, could probably understand its meaning.
No shaking of the head means it’s okay.
Mi August took out ten more spiritual crystals.
grumble–!
The captain of Tiao Mo Tong stood up straight.
Other ink-tampering boys also ran closer, more and more coming towards this side.
It is said that having money can make ghosts push grinders, but now money can also make ink-tenders copy books.
Mi August joked with a smile, “You can keep the rest to yourself before the baby comes back.”
Private money!
Private money promised by the master himself!
Team leader Tiaomotong became even more motivated.
Mi August left “Beginner” here, and now it’s time to read the strange story he brought back.
For a ghost who is forced to stay away from his hometown, the pseudo host is not indifferent to his situation.
The pseudo-host who had never left his ‘home’ since he was born, despite how ferocious he usually hunts down new disciples, was like a homeless and panic-stricken child, sitting on the ground not knowing what to do.
Weird Tales was born out of people’s thoughts. As one of the pseudo-hosts of Du’e Academy, once it is gradually forgotten by everyone, its existence will gradually disappear.
What’s more, this pseudo-host still remembers how it suddenly came here. The dangerous new disciple doesn’t know what he wants to do with it. This is undoubtedly a heavy pressure on its heart.
When Mi August opened the door of the laboratory, what he saw was a pool of syrup rolling and bubbling on the ground.