Soul of Negary - 350. Chapter 344

“Yes, I just arrived today.” Negri raised his head and looked at the opposite young man who claimed to be Loge Cleves, and said after taking a closer look.

“Then how do you feel about the Mobis Academy?” Logg couldn’t wait to ask. He could vaguely perceive the specialness revealed by Negri, and he recently discovered too many problems with the Academy, but was willing to help him. There are too few people at, 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 and prone to problems.” Negri raised his brows as if to warn Logg, and then he didn’t. Pay attention to Logger again.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Loge said a little embarrassedly, seeming to start eating lunch intently.

In silence, Negri quickly settled his lunch and put away the small bottle of oil next to it. This move attracted Loge’s attention, and his excessive spiritual awareness made him notice the golden bottle. Oil is special.

This kind of perception beyond ordinary people simply gave Loge a sense of superiority that surpassed all beings. It was just a few months ago that his ability was awakened. Yes, Loge was very sure that he did not use the wrong words. It is his innate ability. When it wakes up, he realizes that he is different.

He was able to perceive things that were difficult for others to perceive, and he could see the spirits that occasionally appeared in the city, some premonitions of the prophet, some secretive whispers in his ears, all of these made Roger feel that he was different.

So when a strange situation occurred in Mobis Academy, his first thought was not to escape, but to feel that this was his stage, just like the birth of a demon, adventurers went through all kinds of hardships to knock him down and gain wealth and fame.

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

Looking at Negri, who was far away, Logger squinted into Negri’s pocket. The bottle of oil that gave him a strange feeling was there.

“How’s the situation, Logg, is that kind of person?” A voice interrupted Logg’s thinking at this time. It was his best friend Randy and a member of their current anomaly removal team, one of the few. Willing to trust him, and work with him to inquire about anomalous companions in the academy.

“The auditor does have a special place, and I should explore it again when I find time.” Loge responded with a smile. The kind of people Randyl said were the mysteries, the existences who mastered magic.

When Negri walked on the road, he hardly needed to perceive him, and he found that there was a person following him behind him. The level of tracking that was full of errors and omissions was only what they thought had not been discovered.

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 was carrying in his hand. The thing in it was the corpse oil he extracted from several sewer corpses. Those corpses had practiced the same track before his death. Magic, their bodies have changed, and the corpse oil that Negri has extracted from their bodies can give Negri a certain amount of magic power.

Even with certain magical rituals, Negril can inherit his magic practice progress from the corpse, but Negril didn’t do that. Now it is just right to hold a certain amount of magical power.

“However, that little guy might use this thing.” Negri looked at the unused corpse oil, put it on the desk of the dormitory, then opened the toolkit and gave it to the little guy. Need more stuff.

Putting the conditioned body oil in the bag and hiding the other materials, Negri went out. He was very clear about the mental state of Logger, a person with abilities.

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

For example, stealing things that he thinks are helpful to him.

Negri’s outing was seen by the stalker who thought he was hiding well. He quickly turned back to the cafeteria and saw Logg, panting and saying, “I’ve confirmed where he lives, and he’s here. I left just now, and judging from his appearance, he won’t be back in a short time.”

“Very well, 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 must we do!” Logg patted his companion on the shoulder, and said with some impassion.

In Loge’s heart, there was some despise Negri, he was indeed a rubbish man, even if he had obtained his status now, he did not have a gentleman’s responsibility.

So Logg quickly followed Negri’s companion forward and came to Negri’s dormitory. At this moment, his spiritual sense sensed that there was something in it that was attracting him.

Under the cover of the extremely anomalous removal team, Logger got into the window that Negril deliberately did not close, and then opened Negril’s handbag following the spiritual sense and saw the bottle of corpse oil inside.

The magic inside has been active under Negri’s seasoning, and it has a fatal attraction to Logg, who has a very high spiritual sense but is already normal.

Looking at the bottle of corpse oil, the color of the scene in Loge’s eyes began to change and distorted. Some pictures emerged from the corpse oil. It was a few distorted figures, and they seemed to be releasing some spell.

“Take me away, take me away, please help me!!!” The few figures were begging frantically. Logger who could observe them became their catharsis, extremely intense fear and Pray, hit Loge’s heart directly.

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

Only a small number of people with strong emotions or with special factors can produce spirits, and it is possible to produce spirits regardless of whether people live or die.

In the first few months, when Lingjue had just awakened, he discovered that a classmate used a psychic ritual that he didn’t know where he got, and a spirit was born from his body.

However, that classmate committed suicide for an unknown reason not long after, and he went to find the psychic ritual, but he didn’t find it.

Holding the body oil tightly in his hand, Logg did not hesitate. Since that classmate was unwilling to contribute to the academy, it was for him to put away this thing by himself. After all, to defend the academy was to defend him. Logg thought so, and hurriedly secretly Out of Negri’s dormitory.

At this time, Negri was walking into the college library, pulling out a book, and seeing a distorted face on the opposite side flashed by through the gap of the bookshelf.

The strange thing was that at that speed, Negri was so close, but he didn’t hear any footsteps.