Chapter 344

"Yes, it just arrived today." Negri looked up at the young man who called himself rogue Reeves, looked at it carefully, and then said.

"What do you think of Mobius college?" Rogge can't wait to ask. He can vaguely perceive the particularity revealed by Negri. Recently, he has found too many problems in the college, but there are too few people willing to help him. He hopes 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 like that." Negri frowned as if to warn Rogge, and then he did not pay attention to Logue.

"Sorry to disturb you." Rogge said, slightly embarrassed, as if absorbed in eating lunch.

In silence, Negri quickly finished his lunch and put away the little oil bottle beside him. This action attracted Rogge's attention. His high spirituality also made him realize that the golden oil had something special.

This kind of super ordinary perception makes Rogge have a sense of superiority beyond all living beings. It was only a few months ago that he woke up with this ability. Yes, he was very sure that he did not use the wrong words. This is his innate ability. When it wakes up, he realizes that he is different.

He was able to detect things that others could not detect. He could see the spirit that occasionally appeared in the city, some Presbyterian premonition, some secret whispers in his ear, all of which made Rogge feel different.

So when MOBIS college had a strange situation, his first thought was not to escape, but to feel that this was his stage, just like the devil was born. Adventurers experienced all kinds of hardships to knock them down and get wealth and fame.

That is to say, because of his ability to wake up, Rogge felt that he was the protagonist.

Looking away from Negri, Rogge squints into Negri's pocket, where the bottle of oil gives him a strange feeling.

"What's going on, rogue, is that the man?" At this time, a voice interrupted Rogge's thinking. It was randier, his close friend, who was also a member of their abnormal elimination group. He was one of the few companions willing to believe him and consult with him about the college's anomalies.

"There is something special about that observer. We should explore it again sometime." Rogge replied with a smile that the kind of people randier spoke of were the mystics, the beings who mastered magic.

As Negri walked on the road, he hardly noticed that there was a man following him. The level of tracking was full of mistakes, and only they thought they were not found.

As expected, the ability of these students is not worth looking forward to.

Negri went back to the dormitory and held the bottle of oil he had brought with him in his hand. The contents of the oil were the body oil extracted from several sewer corpses. Those corpses had practiced the same track magic before they were alive. Their bodies have changed. The body oil extracted by Negri from their bodies can bring certain magic to Negri.

Even with certain magic rituals, Negri can inherit his magic cultivation progress from the corpse. However, Negri did not do that. Now it is just right to hold a certain amount of magic.

"But that little guy might use it." Negri looked at the bottle of unused body oil, put it on the desk of the dormitory, and then opened the kit. To give the little guy something to add.

He put the prepared body oil in the bag, and other materials were well hidden, and Negri went out. He was very clear about the psychological state of the man who got the ability from Rogge.

They will think that they are the protagonist, they have a sense of responsibility, a sense of mission, all disasters need him to rescue, so all he has done is just, they wantonly act for this just goal.

Like stealing things that he thinks will help him.

Negri's going out was noticed by the stalker who thought he was hiding well. He went back to the canteen and saw Rogge. He gasped and said, "I've determined where he lives, and he left just now. It seems that he won't come back in a short time."

"Very well, I can be sure that there is a special place for that observer. 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, what must we do?" Rogge patted his companion on the shoulder and said with some impassioned enthusiasm.

In Rogge's heart, he also looked down on Negri. He was worthy of being a garbage man. Even if he got his identity now, he didn't have a gentleman's responsibility.

So Rogge soon followed the companion who followed Negri forward and came to Negri's dormitory. At this moment, his psychic sense realized that there was something in it that attracted him.

Under the cover of the extremely abnormal clearance team, Rogge got into Negri's window, which was not closed specially. Then he followed psychic to open Negri's handbag and saw the bottle of body oil inside.

The magic inside has been active under Negri's condiments, which has a fatal attraction for rogue, who is highly psychic but is already ordinary.Looking at the bottle of corpse oil, the color of the scene in Rogge's eyes began to change and twist. Some pictures emerged from the oil. They were several distorted figures. They seemed to be releasing some magic.

"Take me away, take me away, please help me!" Those figures were crying wildly, and their rogue, who could observe them, became their vent. Their fear and prayer were so strong that they attacked his heart.

Rogge, who has had some experience, knows that these figures are spirits of some people. They are not human souls, but some consciousness and memory of human beings, mixed with some power.

Only a small number of people with strong emotions or special factors can produce spirits. No matter whether people are alive or dead, they have the possibility of producing spirits.

A few months ago, when he was just waking up, he found that a classmate had given birth to a spirit from his own body by using the psychic ceremony which he did not know where to get.

However, the classmate committed suicide for unknown reasons shortly after, and he went to find where the psychic ceremony was, but he didn't find it.

Holding the corpse oil in his hand, Rogge didn't hesitate. Since the student didn't want to contribute to the college, it was good for him to put this thing away. After all, protecting the college was to protect him. Rogge thought so, and he quickly sneaked out of Negri's dormitory.

At this time, Negri was walking into the College Library and pulling out a book. He saw a twisted face flashing across the shelf.

It's strange that at that speed, Negri was so close that he didn't hear any footsteps.

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