When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 167 Boss Liao's Talisman

"It's similar." Graves nodded approvingly.

Runeterra also has examples and legends of being possessed by evil spirits.

And those rumors, the so-called deeds of being defeated by the "heart", really look like the performance of being possessed by a ghost.

"We have to help him."

Boss Liao rubbed his chin.

When it comes to the relationship with Nan Ke, he is actually the most profound one in the whole warehouse.

First of all, apart from being a bit 'introverted', this little fellow has no shortcomings in other places, he is honest and outspoken;
Secondly, he is pleasing to the eye of Nan Ke, and such things as appearance are like a bug, in fact, no matter men or women, they all eat this way;

It can be said that even if other interest factors are excluded, he is not willing to see any danger in Nan Ke.

"How to help?" Graves looked at Boss Liao's bulging pocket.

He knew about the small pistol.

But he didn't know what else the boss had prepared.

For this strengthening opportunity, apart from Nan Ke himself preparing some things, he, Graves and Boss Liao, also had their own preparations.

After all, they are not young children. No one will put all their hopes on others these days. After all, even if it is a pendant, it should ring beautifully, and the thighs will be happy to match you.

Graves' own preparations, those weapons that Boss Liao helped him make in advance, are useful against real enemies, but against such illusory existences, they are almost equivalent to garbage in a trash can.

"Try with earth recipes, it's better than doing nothing."

Boss Liao patted his trousers.

He is now suddenly a little thankful for his precautions.

In other words, he is now suddenly a little thankful that he has still adhered to the traditions of his ancestors for so many years.

Regardless of whether these things and preparations are useful or not, at least they can make myself busy when facing the current situation, instead of being in a hurry.

"You don't have the quicksilver and the cross, do you?"

Graves said in surprise.

These things have always been very popular in Piraeus Port. After all, compared with expensive medicinal materials and consultation fees, the cost of attributing illness to demons, cutting a cross out of wood or buying some mercury is obviously much lower.

Even if it didn't succeed in the end, being defeated by an untouchable demon, and being defeated by a known and curable virus, obviously from the perspective of relatives' self-comfort, the former is more useful.

Therefore, many times, people in developed regions laugh at the ignorance of people in backward regions. In fact, in essence, they ignore factors such as the gap between the rich and the poor and the gap in medical and living conditions.

The core cause of many ignorant feudal views is not real feudal superstition and ignorance, but pure poverty.

"What's the use of that thing?"

Boss Liao gave Graves a white look, and then took out a white piece of paper from his pocket.

The paper looks very ordinary, with many irregular creases on it, and even a corner where some water has been stained, and it is already a little wet.

"This is."

"Hey, the conditions are a bit rough, but at least we are ready."

Boss Liao smiled awkwardly, spread it out and said, "Usually I don't think so, but when I wanted to find a piece of paper to write something, after searching for a long time, I found that there was no notebook, so I made do with this envelope and wrote something. thing."

Graves leaned over to take a look. There were more than 20 words written on the paper. These words didn't seem to be in English, but were written in a kind of script that he couldn't understand but with complicated strokes.

As for the paper, it is a very common kind of envelope. Judging by the name of the signature, it was sent by a person surnamed 'Li'.

"What is this?" Graves asked.

"Amulet, um, you can also understand it as something similar to a cross, but it's presented in a different way." Boss Liao explained solemnly.

"But what's written on it, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Graves expressed doubts about Boss Liao's statement.

He really didn't know what these 20 characters meant, but he definitely saw them.

After thinking about it in his mind, Graves remembered that he seemed to have seen these characters on the sign opposite the elderly square dance next door.

He still remembered that this was when the old men and women said that they could not feel the breath of the motherland in other places, so they wanted to spontaneously engage in spiritual civilization construction in the Sunset Park.

However, the construction of spiritual civilization has something to do with exorcising ghosts?

"If you have seen it, it proves that it is widely spread, and if it is widely spread, it proves that it is useful!" Boss Liao continued: "Look at those churches, those crosses, can't you see them everywhere?"

"."

Graves.

"Take it and stick it on."

Boss Liao shook his 'talisman'.

Although Nan Ke was not sitting in the middle of the cage, he still couldn't reach Nan Ke with his own arm length.

This kind of thing, according to Boss Liao's own understanding, must be attached to the forehead to be effective.

"you sure?"

Graves took the 'tale' and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Can this thing be useful?

Why do I always feel that the exorcism rituals I saw in Bilgewater are even more unreliable?

"It's better to try than wait!"

Boss Liao was in a hurry. He could see that Nan Ke's expression became more and more ugly as the black shadow gradually merged into Nan Ke.

And the color of that black shadow seems to have started to change again, as if it wants to blend in again.

As an out-and-out layman, Boss Liao didn't understand the twists and turns, but he understood a little bit.

That is, what your opponent wants to do, you have to stop him from doing it. In short, it is never wrong to sing the opposite tune.

"Ink!"

Boss Liao snatched the 'tale' from Graves' hands again, then took two steps forward, stretched his arms into the cage with difficulty, tiptoed to hook, but there was still some distance.

"Do you stick it?"

Boss Liao turned around and asked.

Graves shook his head and raised his shotgun again, "I still trust this thing in my hand more. If something happens to him later, I will try my best to stop him."

"stubborn."

Boss Liao sighed.

Graves' temper, he has figured it out these days, is typically a stubborn ass.

Because of this, Boss Liao didn't pursue posting it, and directly crumpled it into a ball of paper, and then threw it towards Nan Ke through the fence of the cage.

With a 'bang', it happened to hit Nan Ke's forehead.

(End of this chapter)