Vol 5 Chapter 2: Sleepwalking

When I go out in the morning, I hum and sing songs. The sun is so bright and life is so beautiful.
Going home at night, the warm breeze is blowing, the world has not changed, and the mood is completely different.
In just one day, too many things happened and too many Xin Mi. Although he had a refurbished brain, Zheng Qing still felt that it was not enough-perhaps because the brain was refurbished and used Not quite familiar yet.
In short, followed the yellow raccoon back to school, found the dormitory, climbed onto his own bed, and buried his head in the pillow--the whole process, Zheng Qing felt a kind of numbness in his mind.
It is not blank, nor is it too thoughtful, it is just dull.
Perhaps it would be better to sleep. With this simple idea, the young public-sponsored student drank a tranquilizer, wore a blindfold, forced his thoughts to sink slowly, and barely entered his dream.
In his sleep, he seemed to hear the sky-shaking roar and the low explosion; as if he saw the red light in the sky and the endless white world.
Then he woke up from his sleep.
The dazzling sunlight shone straight through the glass window on his face, causing the young wizard to groan.
"...Doesn't the sun need money today..."
"I don't know if Sunshine needs money, but you should save some money for yourself." Fatty Xin's familiar voice sounded behind Zheng Qing, bluffing him.
He twisted his head very hard, and immediately squeezed a greasy, round fat face into his sight.
The two faces are almost touching.
"Fuck!" The young public servant screamed, leaning back subconsciously, and slammed into the desk behind him heavily, "Fat man, who are you scaring?! Don't hide behind others in a hurry, can you do it?!... Hiss! Lord!!"
The hard edges of the table lay on the bones, making a toothless crash. Zheng Qing felt that his rib was broken.
Fatty Xin looked at him bitterly.
"Am I scaring you?" He stretched out his stubby fingers, nodded his nose, and the strong resentment in his tone sprayed out. "You sleepwalking at night, and red eyes draw a night charm on the head of my bed. I have Say something? I scare you? You scare yourself!"
Zheng Qing was stunned, only to realize that he was not in bed, but in pajamas, sitting at the desk.
On the table, a dry daisy was inserted diagonally in a vase. Under the daisy, the fat cat was round, with his head resting on his paws, looking at the young wizard curiously; the little elves hung on the fat cat, worried. Looking at their master.
Across the table, Dr. Xiao Da was holding his notebook, staring at him motionlessly; not far from above, Dylan's head was drooping on the edge of the coffin, and he was also watching him eagerly.
Behind him, Fatty Xin complained with grief and indignation, "...I changed the manuscript for a day, and it was already very hard, but at night it made people sleep badly...Do you know that you are like a demon when you sleepwalking? Don't be so scared. Human!"
"It's scarier than ghosts." Dylan said confidently. "I've seen many evil spirits, they are just a little disgusting at best...not so scary."
Zheng Qing swallowed.
He felt he needed to stroke it.
"In other words, I sleepwalked last night?" The young public-sponsored student stood up, but felt a little dizzy. He immediately sat back and his thoughts were finally clearer. "...just do things with eyes open and unconscious?"
The three roommates nodded in unison, like chickens pecking rice.
"...I didn't say anything weird." He confirmed in a low voice.
The roommates shook their heads again.
Zheng Qing heaved a sigh of relief-he almost thought he had said something terrible in his dreams just now-he didn't want to be regarded as a freak by his companions the first night he knew the truth.
"It's just sleepwalking, it's so scary." The young public-sponsored student waved his hand with an expression of "Don't care" with an expression of "you make a big deal". "It's just a sign... Did I say that when I was a kid, I sleepwalked all night. Draw more than a thousand symbols?"
Xiao Xiao coughed slightly, interrupting the young wizard's self-comfort.
"If you just draw a talisman and write a spell, no one will say anything." He pointed his finger at the small piles of ashes on the tabletop and reminded him, "The key is that you are not writing ordinary spells, you are not drawing ordinary talisman. "
Zheng Qing looked intently.
The gray-white embers resemble small graves, large or small, leaving ugly scars on the tabletop. Outside the ‘tomb pile’, Zheng Qing’s book of Fa was placed, tightly closed.
"Last night, you suddenly got up in the middle of the night, without turning on the light, you leaned on the desk and started to write and draw." Xiao Xiao did not wait for Zheng Qing to ask, and she described directly.
"It's just using ordinary cinnabar ink, yellow paper, and a brush to draw ordinary meditation charms. But draw one and burn one... as if those talisman papers are too powerful to bear the power of magic."
With that said, Xiao Xiao also pointed to the slightly smaller ‘tomb piles’ on the tabletop, indicating that those were burnt talisman
"After drawing more than a dozen talisman papers, you seemed a little angry, so you took out a book from the grey cloth bag and copied the mantras on it... At first you used the soft book provided by the school for public students. The pen used to copy the spell is an ordinary quill pen. But like the previous rune papers, after half of the spell is copied, those books will automatically smoke and turn into ashes."
He pointed to the larger ‘tomb pile’ on the table top
"I've been burning five or six books--I guess you don't have a spare book in your bag now--and finally use your own copy of the book, so I can barely copy it down."
Fatty Xin interrupted and emphasized, "When copying, your book of Dharma has been braving and making a'creaking' sound. It seems to blow up at any time... Do you think we dare to sleep in that situation? "
"It is very likely that when I wake up, I find that I have a soul left, floating in the ashes." Dr. Xiao Da said quietly.
"It's not safe in the coffin either." Dylan felt grief.
Zheng Qing carefully looked at several companions. Not surprisingly, they saw thick eye bags under their eyes~EbookFREE.me~ The young public servant smiled awkwardly, and copied his own book of Fa. What a spell... I see it scares you, ha ha ha..."
When the book opened, Zheng Qing glanced at it for the first time and closed it again with a bang.
At that moment, he saw countless complex and profound curses tumbling in the book, like living things flowing between the pages of paper, exuding a crimson red light.
Zheng Qing could guess that those spells were related to the forbidden spell with his toes.
Lifting his head, he happened to see Dr. Xiao Da's arm slowly retracting.
"I just wanted to remind you that the book can't be opened," Xiao Xiao helped his glasses, with a curious expression on his face "but I didn't expect you to open it... But this is understandable, after all. It's your own book, the mantra that you copied yourself... You just read it, what kind of spell is in it?"
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