The closest thing to success was a failure.

What's more, the stack of red paper that I had worked so hard to get back had been consumed.

I lost the experimental materials, and even if I had any ideas in my heart, I could only put them on the shelf for the time being.

Don't worry, don't scold your mother, after all, scolding your mother is scolding yourself.

Gu Juan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and after repeating it, he finally regained his calm.

He sat down in his chair and swept his gaze over the two braziers stacked in the corner of the room, forcing himself to begin an untold review of the first time.

The brazier on the left is full of burnt paper ashes, which he has spent to train his fingers in drawing.

Inside the brazier on the right is a discarded bird's blood red paper, recording all his ideas from the first time he proposed the idea to the last attempt just now.

Broken pen dipped in ink, broken pen dipped in blood, ordinary brush dipped in ink, ordinary brush dipped in blood, bitten finger to make a pen, etc

The number of failures in between, is simply too numerous to count.

It was not until it was finally decided that the plan of releasing the heat flow of the flaming palm with the fingertips and burning the paper was the closest to success.

But in the end, she became a successful mother.

Gu Juan raised a finger to simulate the flame of a lighter, and then blew it out in one breath, then lit it again, and then blew it out again

The flame ignited in the fingertips grew smaller and smaller, until at last it held a tiny spark that was barely visible to the naked eye.

A blank piece of paper was unfolded and spread on the table, and he slowly pointed his finger on it, and then it didn't take long to draw a vivid black ghost face.

"It's amazing, this is a proficiency that makes me feel sorry for myself!"

"It's a pity that the big bird has been roasted and eaten, where can I find the alien to bleed in a hurry?"

Judge Gu sighed for a long time, circled around the table several times, and suddenly took out a bronze mirror from his waist and shook it in front of his eyes a few times.

The mirror fluctuated like the surface of the water, and the faces of Gu Ju inside gradually disappeared, replaced by a dark corridor and a small figure running quickly from the end of the corridor.

He looked at the black hole on the little boy's face, and suddenly asked in a gloomy voice, "You really can't bleed a little?"

"Don't be afraid, let me cut an axe on you, it will only hurt a little, and it will definitely not kill you. ”

"What are you talking about? I can give you a plain blank paper to try and see if it can be made to work as well as those red papers!?"

"Hahahaha, what a cutie, uncle just came out with an axe just to help you trim your hair, and he definitely didn't mean to cut you. ”

"This blank sheet of paper is for you, and I hope to see the results soon. ”

"Otherwise, your lid really needs to be trimmed. ”

Gu Juan, who had already planned to leave this sad place, stayed back, and after resting for two days, a few more pale yellow papers came out of his hands.

The appearance of these pieces of paper looks quite bad, and people can't help but wonder if the little bastard held back for a few days, and finally sprinkled a soak of urine on them to fool him.

But he still took out one with great care, and quite skillfully stretched out his finger and struck it in one fell swoop, carving the lines of the ghost face on it.

It doesn't matter if you don't look good, the main thing is to look at the curative effect.

He had fallen into a certain misunderstanding for a long time before, and each ghost face he depicted only pursued the ultimate in the accuracy of the lines, but ignored another more important place.

That's why those weird effects can be achieved through these lines, and what is the key to making them work.

If he could reproduce it exactly at the same time, all he lacked at this time might be a few electronic devices.

For example, high-definition resolution cameras, graphics computers, and laser markers

But when I think back to the operation of the brush in the jungle, it seems that this is not the case.

Therefore, after an unknown number of painful failures, Gu Juan finally grasped something more important than accuracy, that is, how to depict the key trick to make "power" run more round.

As the saying goes, if you don't know how to draw a talisman, you will make the ghosts laugh, and if you know how to draw a talisman, you will be shocked by the ghosts.

A little scarlet spark lit up again.

The thin red line of fire once again meandered along the lines, lighting up most of the lines and burning.

A fiery and eerie aura soon emanated from the ghost's face.

But this time, this breath gave him a feeling that was a little different from when he drew talismans with bird blood paper, lacking violence, but with a little more miserable and confused feeling.

Inexplicably, it's a little sad.

I wanted to cry again.

This kind of sentimentality suddenly reminded him of the researcher life he was forced to interrupt, as well as those fun games, and the beautiful, enthusiastic and unrestrained neon cloud girl

The yellow paper, which had reached the last step, exploded because of the consequences of the flame conveying burning too quickly.

Gu Juan was stunned for a moment, and then picked up the second piece of yellow paper from the table.

Concentrate and calm down, focus on the ape, bolt the horse, keep all distracting thoughts out, and once again open the activation experiment of the ghost face spirit rune.

Finally, the thin red thread completed the rotation on the rune paper, covering it all perfectly.

The next moment, the entire yellow paper burned out in an instant, but it left a burning terrifying face in the void.

The Burning Ghost Face only lasted for a moment, and then silently disappeared into the void, disappearing.

Gu Juan stood there quietly, his expression a little dazed and a little confused.

The problem is that he didn't feel anything, so did the experiment succeed or failed?

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly clapped his hands and hurriedly drew another ghost-faced talisman out of the room.

In order to know whether the experiment was successful or not, he also needed data collection and analysis, and all of this must be provided by the test subject.

Otherwise, it is equivalent to doing a thought experiment, and the result can only be guessed in one's own mind.

The night was already very deep, the streets of Sanpu City were empty, except for the wine shop and people eating, drinking and having fun, the rest of the place was quiet, and the people who had worked all day had already shrunk into the quilt and fell asleep.

Gu Juan walked around the street, a little unsure where to go for the next step of verification.

It's easy to find a random family, but what he wants to do now is likely to have an unpredictable impact on ordinary people, in case he accidentally kills innocent people and scares them to death, even if it shows the success of the ghost face talisman, it is also a result he doesn't want to see.

Before he knew it, he found himself at the gate of the majestic county office.

There is a way to break the county order and destroy the prefect......

A strange thought flashed through him, and he smiled to himself, and immediately had a solution.

Sanpu City is the favorite place for traders to rest, so it is indispensable for those bandits who take risks and specialize in trading without capital and profit.

Near the west side of this county ya, there is a big prison, most of the prisoners in it are bandits who have been captured by the official army, at least seventy or eighty percent of them have blood on their hands, and the rest are not good birds.

In this way, they are excellent experimental materials.

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Chapter 181: Experiments