"Yes, I just arrived today." Negri looked up at the young man who called himself Log Creeves opposite, and then said after taking a closer look.

"So what do you think of Mobis Academy?" Logue asked impatiently. He could vaguely detect the specialness revealed by Negri. He recently discovered that the academy had too many problems, but there were too few people willing to help him. He hoped to find some like-minded partners.

"Well, it's a good place to learn. As for other things, people's curiosity should not be so strong, it's easy to have problems." Nageri said with a brow raised and seemed to warn Logue, and then he ignored Logue.

"Sorry for disturbing me." Logger said a little embarrassedly, as if he was concentrating on starting lunch.

In silence, Negri quickly took off his lunch and put away the small bottle of oil next to him. This action attracted Luo Ge's attention. His excessive spiritual sense made him realize that the bottle of golden oil had a special special.

This perception that is beyond ordinary people simply makes Loge feel superior to beings. It was only a few months ago that his ability woke up. Yes, Loge was sure that he had not used the wrong word. This was his innate ability. When it woke up, he realized that he was different.

He could sense things that others could not detect, see the occasional spirits that emerged in the city, some prophet premonitions, and some mysterious whispers in his ears. All of these made Logger feel different from others.

So when there was a strange situation in Mobis Academy, his first thought was not to escape, but to think that this was his stage, just like the devil was born, and adventurers went through various hardships to knock him down and gain wealth and fame.

In other words, because of Su Xing's ability, Loge felt that he was the protagonist.

Looking at Negri away, Logue narrowed his eyes and looked at Negri's pocket, where the bottle of oil that gave him a strange feeling was.

"What's the situation? Logg, is that person who is that kind of person?" At this time, a voice interrupted Logg's thinking. He was his best friend Randir, and also a member of their current abnormality removal team. He was one of the few companions who were willing to believe him and check the academy abnormality with him.

"That auditor does have a special place. I should look for it again after finding time." Logg responded with a smile. The kind of person Randir mentioned was the mysterious person, those who master magic.

When Negri was walking on the road, he almost didn't have to feel it, and found that there was a person following behind him. The tracking level of mistakes and misses was only thought that no one had discovered it.

As expected, the abilities of these students are not worth looking forward to.

Nagri returned to the dormitory and took the bottle of oil he brought in his hand. The things in it were the corpse oil he extracted from several sewer corpses. Those corpses had practiced the same-track magic during their lifetime. Their bodies had changed. The corpse oil extracted from their bodies could bring Nagri some magic power.

Even with certain magic rituals, Negri could inherit his magic practice progress from the corpse, but Negri did not do that. Now it's just right to hold a certain amount of magic power like this.

"However, that little guy might get this thing." Nagri looked at the bottle of unused corpse oil and placed it on the table in the dormitory. Then he opened the tool kit and gave the little guy some ingredients.

He put the conditioned corpse oil in his bag and hid the other materials, so Negri went out. He knew very well that the mental state of those who gained abilities in Logue.

They will think that they are the protagonist, they have a sense of responsibility and mission, and all disasters need to be saved by him. Everything he does is just, and they will do whatever they want to do for this just goal.

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

When Negri was out, he was seen by the stalker who thought he was hiding well. He quickly turned back to the cafeteria, saw Logue, and gasped and said, "I have confirmed where he lives, and he has just left. Judging from his appearance, he will not come back for a short time."

"Very good. I can be sure that the auditor has a special place. The campus is full of all kinds of dangers. For thousands of students, for our beautiful campus, for the three professors and fifteen students who died the day before yesterday, we must do something!" Loge patted his companion's shoulder and said passionately.

In Logue's heart, he looked down on Nageri, who is worthy of being a garbage man. Even if he has obtained his status now, he does not have the responsibility of a gentleman.

So Log quickly followed the companion who was tracking Negri's house and came to Negri's dormitory. At this moment, his spiritual sense realized something was attracting him.

Under the cover of the extremely abnormal cleaning team, Loge got into the window that Negri didn't close, then followed the spiritual sense to open Negri's handbag and saw the bottle of corpse oil inside.

The magic inside has become active under the seasoning of Negri, and has a fatal attraction to the Logue, who has a very high spiritual sense but is already ordinary.

Looking at the bottle of corpse oil, the tone of the scene in Logger's eyes began to change and distort. Some images emerged from the corpse oil. They were several twisted figures, and they seemed to be releasing some spells.

"Take me away, take me away, please save me!!!" The figures begged wildly. The Logue who could observe them became their vent, and the extremely strong fear and prayer hit Logue's heart.

Logger, who has experienced some experience, knows that these figures are the spirits of some human beings. They are not human souls, but human consciousness and memories, mixed with some power.

Only a small number of people with strong emotions or are affected by special factors will produce spirits, and there is a possibility of producing spirits regardless of life or death.

A few months ago, when Lingjue had just woken up, he discovered that a classmate had used a spiritual ritual that he had obtained from somewhere to give birth to a spirit from his body.

However, the classmate committed suicide due to unknown reasons not long after, and he went to find the book where the psychic ritual was, but he did not find it.

Holding the corpse oil tightly in his hand, Logger did not hesitate. Since that classmate was unwilling to contribute to the college, he put away this thing for his own good. After all, defending the college was to defend him. When Logger thought of this, he hurriedly sneaked out of Negri's dormitory.

At this time, Nageri was walking into the college's library and pulling out a book. He saw a twisted face flashing across the opposite side through the gap in the bookshelf.

Strangely, at that speed, Negri was so close, but he heard no footsteps.
Chapter completed!