Chapter 01 the death of Zhuang Mingge
The world is a mysterious place.
Even today, with so much technology, there are so many mysteries, such as the Bermuda Triangle, the majestic pyramids, the curse of the Pharaohs, the legendary crystal bones...
But there is a belief that as technology advances, so will the mysteries, and that the mysteries are simply not yet solved.
But few people know that there is one thing in the world, since the emergence of the word science, has been marked"Even if the scientific development can never be solved" brand.
This thing is...
Magic!
If it was three days ago, someone told Zhuang mingge that magic actually existed. Zhuang Mingge decided to tell him that it was getting late, you had better wash and sleep.
But now...
He sat wide-legged on the sofa, staring at a notebook on the coffee table in front of him.
The notes are fragmentary, yellowed and clearly a few years old, though the handwriting is clear, but the only thing that bothers Zhuang is that they are written in a font other than Chinese.
It's in English.
Zhuang, a top student at Linhai's No. 1 high school, took just one day to decipher the English notes.
So Zhuangmingge became a bit of Sparta.
Not because I'm a kinship relation Han Chinese, but because I have an English note as a family heirloom. It's just that the notes are so bizarre.
Magic, Demons, covenants, magic circles...
If this is just a practical joke, the contents of this note is too detailed and shocking.
Even the imagination in the developed people can not create a fantastic fantastic magic world it.
If what is recorded in the notes is true, then the World Zhuang Mingge knew turned into pieces almost in an instant. It is not too much to say it has been turned upside down.
This notebook was left to him by Zhuang Mingge's grandfather. His grandfather, Zhuang bei, was a veteran of the anti-japanese war. He had made several first-class awards. At the highest point, he was a regimental commander. During the anti-japanese war, he got to know a foreigner with an eccentric personality, i think his name is Oro hams.
Zhuang Mingge's grandfather, who couldn't read or write a word, naturally couldn't understand foreigners' full foreign languages. However, this foreigner spoke fluent Chinese. During the anti-japanese war, the two men fought against the Japanese together and cooperated several times, made a good friend.
When the war ended, Grandpa's friend Ouluo was transferred and forgot to take the notebook with him. When Grandpa decided to return the notebook to ouluo, the war broke out again.
The U. S. Imperialist invasion of Korea is prepared to use this as a springboard to attack the newly established Chinese government, Zhuang Mingge's grandfather cut off contact with Ouluo in a rage, participated in the war to aid Korea, to fight those Americans.
To this day, Grandpa passed away and didn't give the notes back to the foreigner.
When Grandpa died a few days ago, he called Zhuang Mingge to his side and told Ouluo and his story in detail. He told Zhuang Mingge to return the notebook to Ouluo's descendants if he had a bright future.
Our dealer doesn't take his stuff, if it's his, give it back to him!
Zhuang Mingge was curious. He didn't expect that his grandfather, who couldn't read a word, would have foreign friends, so he couldn't help being curious and opened the contents of the notes.
It took Zhuang mingge several days to digest some of the magic-related notes that transcended science fiction.
And I got blindsided.
Zhuang mingge would almost have thought it was the ravings of a lunatic, a magic buff, a fan if it hadn't been so detailed.
Magic has been documented in the west since ancient times, and then the rise of the church, where magic was called the Devil's power, and even the darkest and coldest witch hunts ever, anyone who liked magic, or any human who had anything to do with magic was executed.
At first Zhuang Mingge thought that it was just the church smearing these poor women in order to maintain its position, but in fact it was not true.
There was no vilification at all.
According to the notes, magic is just an abbreviation, the real name should be. . . ... The Law of the Devil.
Only humans who make a pact with the devil and offer sacrifices are eligible to use magic.
So the Witch Hunt isn't a smear at all. Not that most magical things are evil, but it doesn't change the fact that... ... Magic is the Devil's Law.
Those who can use magic are those who have made a pact with the devil and offered sacrifices.
Some of these offerings were animal entrails, some were human corpses, and some were human souls. The larger the offerings, the more powerful the power to please the Devil.
The wind and the rain can do anything.
If you can sacrifice one million people to the devil, after the deal is done, Congratulations, you're invincible.
So even if the magician is very powerful, but the source of magic is too evil, whether theocracy or monarchy, do not allow such a existence, what is more taboo human sacrifice.
So at that time the magicians and witches are not fair and square appear in any occasion.
Just as the street rat is now the enemy of theocracy and the crown, and the enemy of the common man, no one wants to be sacrificed to the Devil in a daze.
Until a genius appears.
His name is. . . Merlin.
Merring was no stranger to Zhuang mingge, who had heard so much about Merring, the greatest sage in the west, the teacher of Arthur, King of Great Britain, and the greatest magician ever recorded in unofficial history.
Merring's appearances as a magician, whether in film, television, or in the book's biography, have been greeted with cheers and admiration, which is obviously at odds with the idea of a magician sacrificing humans to please demons.
Obviously is an evil existence, why can obtain so many cheers and the applause, even is called the sage, becomes Arthur's teacher.
Was the world blinded by his performance?
Apparently not.
The notes did not go into much detail about Merring, just a few words, but the contents of the book startled Zhuang.
The Genius Merring changed the status of magicians, even magic.
Because he cheated. . . Satan!
Well, it's another famous existence, one so widespread that even Merring is less than one-ten-thousandth his size.
Satan, King of Hell, ruler of all demons. . . ! ... The King!
One point to be made here is that. ... Don't think that Satan is a fool with power and no brains. He is far more intelligent than anyone thinks.
In all accounts, Satan has appeared to the world as a cunning figure. Even before the appearance of Man, Satan had become the enemy of heaven and the King of Hell, if he were a fool with empty power and no brain, he would have been extinguished by heaven many times.
In the endless years, Satan is obviously wise, his cunning and wisdom is irresistible, in his eyes the human conspiracy and cunning is almost like a three-year-old child's idea, superficial laughable.
There is a problem.
How on earth did Merring, our greatest sage, deceive Satan, when the sun and the dust are so unequal, Merring deceived Satan.
In many people's eyes, it is as inconceivable as an ant raping an elephant.
So how did he do it? Nobody knows.
People just know that the status of magicians has improved dramatically since Merring. Even then, magicians were called witches or wizards.
That era, it's called the Merring era.
From the time of Merring, the notes say, humans summoned demons, made pacts with them, and demanded no sacrifice but only what seemed trivial to them.
And they no longer get magic, but seeds.
The power of the devil condensed out of the seed, as long as careful care, good watering and fertilization, this seed will germinate, human beings can also have the power of the Devil.
Just as the law of the Devil is called magic, the power of the devil is called for short. . . ... magic.
With magic, humans can learn to master magic, and that's where the magician comes in.
Zhuang Mingge is now struggling with whether he should try, summoning the devil, concluding a contract, and obtaining a magic seed.
To tell the truth, the magician and so on, since knowing this, he was a little bit restless.
Everyone has a martial arts dream in his heart, but it is undeniable that everyone also has a magic dream in his heart. Zhuang Mingge is more fond of powerful magicians than heroes.
After struggling for a few days, Zhuang Mingge decided to try, according to the content recorded on the game to summon the Devil.
He had been trying to determine from the notebook whether there was any risk in summoning the devil, and when the answer was yes, he threw off his doubts and went to school for three days, in the home began to depict the magic of summoning demons array.
After his parents died early and his only grandfather left a few days ago, there was no one left to stop the Crazy Zhuang Mingge. In other words, he was invincible.
I'm alone anyway, and it would be a sad life if I missed out on something so interesting.
In this idea, he bought a few bags of blood from the hospital, with blood painted magic array, sure, in the full moon one day, to the moon into the magic mantra.
He was no magician, but the note said that on the day of the full moon, a blood summoning array would link up with the demon's Gate, and that if the ancient incantations were uttered, the demon would be summoned 50-50.
"In accordance with the Old Covenant, Almighty Satan, Grant Your Disciples the honor, open the gates of the devil, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates, open the gates,
nothing happened.
Silent Moonlight, silent people, and the same silent room and Silent Magic Circle.
That is to say. . . failed.
"Is the 50/50 chance really too low, or Am I the rifleman and luck never runs out? Call again."
Some unwilling Zhuangmingge recited the mantra again.
By the way, the mantras are all read in English and have nothing to do with Chinese.
Still... nothing happened.
The decisive failure.
"Is it my bad luck today, or is the note on the record completely nonsense?" Zhuang mingge a little confused, but it does not matter, he decided to try again next month.
Fortunately, next month's full moon falls on a Sunday, so it's doubtful you'll need another day off.
The original magic array is not want to remove, but the smell of blood is too pungent, want to think Zhuangmingge or wipe it clean, ready to next time in the characterization.
Most of the time, Zhuang Mingge is still very calm in the college to spend.
Occasionally with a few friends to go out party, singing, sports, spare time to draw his own blood, he decided to use his blood next time to depict the Magic Circle.
Time flies to next month's call time.
Zhuang mingge ready early, familiar with the characterization of the end of the Magic Array, read the summoning mantra.
Moonlight is still moonlight, blood is still blood.
Ten minutes later, nothing had happened.
What, it was really a joke, what magic ah, fool it.
"I said turn it on, turn it on, turn it on, turn it on, turn it on, turn it on..."
Whoosh!
Something Beautiful happened, a moonlight from the sky as if it was condensed into a ray of light, bombarding the magic array above, the blood emitted by the light like a tidal wave swept through the room.
In Zhuang Mingge's incredible eyes, a slender and white arm, which almost makes all women madly jealous, reaches out from the void and slaps Zhuang mingge directly into the air.
Then a woman came out through a slit in the wall, clutching a pillow.
"It's really long-winded, young man. When you sleep, you can hear you moaning, moaning and roaring. How Dare You Disturb my sleep? Do You Want to Die?"
The female displeased stares at Zhuang mingge, the look in the eyes is tiny one stagnates, "Ah Lie, already dead?"
That's right. Although the slap just now was nothing in the eyes of women, Zhuang Mingge felt his head hit by the speeding train, and his head instantly rotated around his neck more than 10 times, it blossomed when it hit the wall.
It's like a watermelon falling from a hundred meters in the air.
Red and white what all have, lost the head of the neck, blood like twisted open faucet kept pouring out.
From a human point of view, an injury like this is obviously not survivable, so... ... Zhuang Mingge is dead.
"Well, now that I'm dead, I'll forgive you for disturbing my sleep. I'm so sleepy. I'd better go back to bed earlier."
As she spoke, the woman turned and walked back to the crack, through which she could see a palace that dwarfed all the other buildings on Earth.
Eventually, the crack disappeared and the room was quiet again.
A few days later, when the smell of blood and dead bodies filled the air, the intolerable neighbors called the police, and a sensational home invasion murder became a sensation in Linhai.
But with the passage of time, people gradually forget this thing, life, as usual, restored calm.
END OF BOOK!