The day when I was forcibly bound by an NPC

As soon as Jiang Zhaonian took over the pendant, Yi Zhu seemed relieved for an instant, closed his eyes, and quietly fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhaonian frantically went to catch him, having already experienced in such things, he immediately judged that Yi Zhu had fallen asleep again.

"..."

For a while, I didn't know what to say.

With great difficulty, Jiang Zhaonian moved Yi Zhu back into the room and continued to rest.

He looked at the blue-black eyes of the mage, and sighed slightly.These days, Yi Zhu must have done far more than what he has seen now.

Jiang Zhaonian was a little perplexed by the Master's dedication to him.

Although he was involved in this inexplicable scramble, the attitudes of the other three were very clear - Jia Luo was fresh and fun, and must be using it for other purposes, while Tivis projected his love on him. The object of the three of them's obsession is not so much him as a person, but their obsession itself.

Only Yi Zhu was cold and cold when we first met, and for some reason, he was so serious about him now.

Jiang Zhaonian pursed his lips slightly when he recalled the phrase "I am his master" that Yi Zhu said when he was arguing with Tivis.

Perhaps this sentence can be used as an answer, but he felt that the real answer was far more than that.

Although I don't know the reason, the feeling of being treated sincerely is always very ironic.Jiang Zhaonian decided to respond to the master's sincerity with his heart, just like a pair of really close master and apprentice, helping the master handle his work and life when he is incapable.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaonian ate the food that had cooled down on the dining table, and went into the kitchen to pack it up.

……

Jiang Zhaonian wiped off the water droplets on his hands with a clean white cloth, and went to help Yi Zhu tidy up the messy studio that he had left for a few days. that house.

He decided to go back and have a look, maybe in that room, he could see what the mage had done for him during the days when he was away.

Jiang Zhaonian gently pushed open the door, the room was still overflowing with magical elements.

Jiang Zhaonian, whose body and soul still had some incompatibility, entered the room and felt much more comfortable in his whole soul.

There are traces of magic runes everywhere in the room, but many of them seem to be failures...Jiang Zhaonian seems to have seen the figure of the mage trying anxiously. Appearance should always look calm and composed.Only Jiang Zhaonian knew that from the slight changes in his eyebrows, eyes, lips and teeth, from the small movements of his hands, Yi Zhu's emotions were leaked all over.

Jiang Zhaonian tried to analyze those runes, and managed to recognize a few magic circles related to ice magic, but the time he studied with Yi Zhu was too short, and some magic circles were too esoteric, and he couldn't read the possible directions at all effect.

If those magic circles that were too esoteric were just incomprehensible, but the writing still complied with the rules and habits he understood, then there were other runes that were completely beyond Jiang Zhaonian's comprehension.

Unseen.

There was an obscure atmosphere brewing in the magic circle, Jiang Zhaonian felt a little uneasy, but he still wanted to know more.

So Jiang Zhaonian tried to forcibly draw them.

The process was not very smooth.Before, Jiang Zhaonian tried to forcibly draw a magic circle that he didn't understand the principle of. When he failed, he was just mentally suffering from the backlash. He felt dizzy or had a headache for a while, just take a rest.

But these magic circles... As Jiang Zhaonian engraved them one by one, the ominous atmosphere became stronger and stronger, making people feel uneasy, but at the same time, they felt controlled by some kind of force, and couldn't stop.

Jiang Zhaonian was beating drums in his heart, in a dilemma, he could only grit his teeth and continue painting.

The quill was moving slowly on the paper, and the magic material shimmered with crystal light, but the little bit of invisible fluorescence shone into Jiang Zhaonian's eyes, making him dizzy.

Jiang Zhaonian felt as if his brain and soul were being pulled by something, as if his body was about to be pulled out, or as if he was about to be torn in half.

After a sharp mental pain, the quill suddenly drew a long mark on the paper, the magic circle could not be completed after all, and Jiang Zhaonian passed out on the edge of the cold stone bed.

……

When Yi Zhu woke up again, it seemed as if several sledgehammers were dancing wildly in his mind, hitting his skull with a thump, thump, thump, thumping, as painful as shattering his entire skull.

He struggled to support his body, supported his head, his eyelashes drooped slightly, trying to capture the sliver of clarity from the chaos.

Soon, Yi Zhu remembered why he was lying in his room, and also remembered - Jiang Zhaonian had already returned.

He got up immediately, and before he recovered his composure, he leaned on the wall of the stairs and stumbled a little, "Jiang Zhaonian——Jiang Zhaonian?"

Yi Zhu searched all the way, and finally returned to the door of the room assigned to Jiang Zhaonian, and pushed the door open.

Seeing Jiang Zhaonian lying beside the bed, he first took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out like the rest of his life.

Yi Zhu walked towards Jiang Zhaonian. In this room, his mental trauma was slightly relieved, and his mind gradually cleared up.Yi Zhu carefully put Jiang Zhaonian on the bed, glanced at the pen and paper that had fallen on the floor, saw the unfinished runes on it, and quickly realized what had happened.

Yi Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately checked Jiang Zhaonian's condition, and was relieved to see that he was fine.

Yi Zhu stood there for a while, and after a moment of stupefaction, he realized what he was going to do next.

He turned around and went to the studio to get the materials, preparing to modify the runes in this room.

Jiang Zhaonian has already returned, and the original arrangement is no longer needed.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhu's heart suddenly "popped".It was like a thin thread that was tightly wound on it and stretched to the extreme, and suddenly broke after the limit passed.

Suddenly falling from extreme tension to extreme relaxation, there is even a momentary sense of emptiness.

But he has long been used to this kind of transition, and Yi Zhu quickly collected his emotions and entered the working state.

……

Jiang Zhaonian was in a daze, feeling that his brain was hurting and his eyes were dark. When he opened his eyes soon, he found himself in a vast expanse of whiteness.

It's like being in a milky fog.

It was a blur everywhere, and I vaguely glimpsed the blurred color blocks in the distance, but I couldn't see clearly.

Jiang Zhaonian's mind is not so clear, not only does he not have the clarity of mind during the day, but he even loses the intuitive consciousness that his heart moves freely like in dreams.

He seemed to have merged with this mist and became a part of it.But with the little bit of instinct remaining, he moved slowly towards the color block in the distance.

Maybe his speed is really slow, Jiang Zhaonian felt that he walked for a long time, but the distance didn't seem to be shortened at all.

He felt tired intuitively.

Before this idea appeared, he didn't feel anything, but after this idea appeared, Jiang Zhaonian seemed to be crushed by some kind of force all of a sudden, his arms and legs were tired, his head was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head, and his eyelids gradually dropped To stick together.

His movement almost stopped.

The next moment, something cold poured into his soul from the top of his head. What that thing brought... was supposed to be a feeling of evil that was chilled to the marrow of his bones. Jiang Zhaonian thought so, but felt that the power was cold and refreshing. Waking up from a previous state of "unconsciousness".

Jiang Zhaonian opened his eyes in horror, and the color block that he couldn't get close to before came to his eyes in an instant. Before Jiang Zhaonian could see it clearly, it passed through his body and wrapped him in it.

Jiang Zhaonian instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that he had returned to Zhun... Now it was his own temple.

And the former god of death was standing in front of the table in the temple with his head lowered, calmly putting down the decorations in his hands.

"What did you do to me?" Jiang Zhaonian took a step back vigilantly. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, spread his hands, lowered his head to observe for a moment, and then looked around the temple.

Everything is exactly the same as before leaving.It's just that for some reason, he left his body and returned to this place in the state of a soul body.

"I didn't do anything, I just gave you a hand. I want to ask you, what are you doing?" Zhun frowned, "How did you fall into the space-time gap and almost get lost in it?"

"I..." Jiang Zhaonian frowned hesitantly, turned his head slightly, and squinted at him, "I don't believe it, you really didn't do anything?"

He must not have taken it seriously, and he didn't even have the signature mockery on the mage's face. He just said plainly: "I have passed on the throne to you, and now I am imprisoned in this temple by you, so naturally I can't do anything to you." What."

!

Jiang Zhaonian suddenly opened his eyes, only then remembered that he had inherited this temple.

Zhun said again, this time there was more dissatisfaction in his voice: "I pass on the position of god to you because you may be able to do more things than me. You don't use my power to satisfy human beings, but use it Tearing up your own soul and throwing it into a place where people don’t see people and ghosts? If you want to commit suicide, I’ll tell you right now that the Grim Reaper doesn’t have this function, he means death itself. So, don’t waste your efforts gone."

The amount of information is a bit large, and Jiang Zhaonian couldn't react for a while. He felt a little pain in his head, and couldn't help covering his forehead: "Wait, wait, speak slowly, what's going on, why am I tearing up my soul for fun?" Why? Why did I appear there... You seem to know what's going on?"

"..." Zhun was silent for a while, quietly observing Jiang Zhaonian's expression for a moment, seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, then he frowned, "What were you doing before you appeared there?"

"Let me think about it..." Jiang Zhaonian grabbed two handfuls of hair, "I went back to Yi Zhu's and packed my things... Oh yes! I was drawing a circle that I didn't know. Then my head hurt and I got over it God found himself running to that strange place."

Zhuan's eyes flickered for a moment, and he didn't know the connection between the magic circle and the space-time gap.But soon, he caught the clues.

"If I remember correctly, Yi Zhu didn't specialize in ice magic."

Jiang Zhaonian held his breath: "?"

The corners of Zhuang's mouth curled up, showing a smile that didn't make sense: "In a way, our domains overlap. I only know that black magicians often touch the domain of time and space of life and death. Maybe he has already guessed that you are in the Here, I can't wait for you to go back, so I want to find it myself."

Jiang Zhaonian was stunned for a moment, and realized that the "here" he said must refer to the dead world.

"But, didn't you say that only the dead and souls can enter here?"

The quasi-smile had disappeared, and he returned to his normal appearance: "So he thought of a way, thinking that he has the ability to break into the realm of gods as a human being."

Jiang Zhaonian was sweating behind his back when he heard it, whether it was the accurate tone or his own experience just now, it all proved how dangerous what Yi Zhu wanted to do was.

He couldn't help but rejoice in his heart—fortunately, he rushed back in time, the magic circle hadn't been completed yet, and Yi Zhu hadn't had time to activate it yet.If it's too late...

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaonian suddenly realized that he had come to the temple again. If Yi Zhu found out that he had disappeared again... Jiang Zhaonian became anxious: "No, I have to go back quickly."

"Don't be so nervous," Zhun Que said, "Your soul is still in your body, he should think you are just asleep."

Jiang Zhaonian lowered his head: "Then, where am I now?"

"It's just a small piece of debris, don't worry about it, it will disappear in a while. Your current strength is not enough to fully activate the magic circle, so naturally you can't make too many mistakes."

Jiang Zhaonian: "..."

He vaguely felt that he was despised by this guy.

Zhun suddenly changed the subject, and stared straight at Jiang Zhaonian: "I said, since you have inherited my god position, you should be a good god."

"It's not that I want to—"

Zhun said to himself as if he didn't hear it: "Let me see how you will become a god revered by people."

Jiang Zhaonian really wanted to beat up this arrogant guy. Anyway, he inherited Zhun's position and power, and he is also the master of this temple. Unfortunately, he couldn't finish that sentence. This small piece of soul ...the dust of the soul disappeared into the air.

Zhun looked at the blank space, his demeanor did not change, and he still finished the last sentence on his own: "Inheriting the power of Death God, some things are beyond your control, you have to think about it if you don't want to."

The disappearance of the shard seemed to have caused some mental shock, but because the shard was too small, the shock was just like a slight scratch, and it quickly subsided.

Jiang Zhaonian opened his eyes again, thinking that he would return to the special room Yi Zhu had prepared for him, but he didn't expect that it was Jia Luolong's big face that occupied his sight immediately.

Jiang Zhaonian was so frightened that he backed away and rolled directly off the pile of gold coins.

Jia Luo hurriedly turned into a human form, flipped over the pile of gold coins, pinched the child's arms helplessly to pull him up, hung in the air but didn't know what to do next, and Jiang Zhaonian stared with big eyes.

The author has something to say: I feel like I’m going into a small black room_(:з」∠)_

It is said that this time it is really restored and updated. There are still a few chapters left today, so I will write slowly first.However, starting from tomorrow, it will be updated every other day for the time being, and the time is fixed at [-]:[-] p.m.

1551 I'm really sorry for the pitfalls later, mainly because the pit was opened too hastily at the beginning, and many ideas were not sorted out before it was uploaded. As a result, the more I wrote it, the more I felt that there were many problems hindering it, and it was a bit difficult to write.

I still have to pack up my feelings and try to finish the story.

Bow, I'm really sorry, I will definitely prepare more fully before the next pit!Hey... Try not to trap readers as much as possible

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Then I won’t say much else, I will write the article first, and I will save the manuscript in the past few days (but update it every other day), and if the manuscript is finished, I will upload it in one go

感谢在2020-03-2523:57:29~2020-04-0121:02:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Z711941;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!