Meeting the Wolf

The healing spells for Shen Jiahan are powerful, and the steps are naturally cumbersome. It is necessary to arrange eight spells in the eight doors of rest, life, injury, death, Du, scene, surprise, and opening with Shen Jiahan as the center, and use demon power to forcibly change the eight doors. Move the flow direction and direct all the energy into the Shengmen to nourish Shen Jiahan in the eyes of the array.

Due to the different nature of the energy released from the eight gates, the drawing method and production materials of each talisman are also different.That night, Bai Ruan used a ballpoint pen to practice spells on the draft paper until late at night, and got up early the next Sunday to go to the largest local grocery wholesale market to buy various herbs, ores, and pigments for drawing charms, and bought them from the small restaurant downstairs at home. Some rooster blood.

It was already afternoon after everything was prepared, Bai Ruan plunged into the small study, frantically engaged in feudal superstition activities, used the small millstone Yunqing passed to him to grind all kinds of herbs and animal bones, threw minerals into the mortar and crushed them into powder, and The pigments are mixed and blended to create eight different inks.

Everything was ready, and Bai Ruan was about to start drawing symbols, when the phone suddenly sounded a WeChat notification.

Lang Jingfeng: "Teacher Bai, don't we need to learn from Lei Feng today?"

Bai Ruan was taken aback, and then remembered that he had arranged a one-day merit trip for Lang Jingfeng last week, but Shen Jiahan's accident disrupted his plan in the past few days.

As soon as Bai Ruan thought of Lang Jingfeng, a thought immediately flashed in his mind—saving the dying and healing the wounded is a great merit, making a Shen Jiahan recover from a serious illness is more useful than feeding a thousand birds, Bai Ruan's merit has long been far away from the line of divine punishment It doesn't matter if it's more or less, but if you can dedicate this large amount of merit to Lang Jingfeng, Bai Ruan won't have to drag the little wolf cub around to collect merit, it's a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Bai Ruan showed joy, and typed: "I have something to do this week, do you need to continue talking about it next week?"

Lang Jingfeng: "What's the matter?"

Bai Ruan was embarrassed: "Why are you asking this?"

Lang Jingfeng: "Nothing."

Bai Ruan didn't reply again, turned around and opened the bookshelf and took out two ancient books, searching for the magic spell of returning merit.

As an ordinary high school teacher, Bai Ruan didn't have many chances to use spells. Those things he learned many years ago had already been returned to his master, so he had to check them out now.

Bai Ruan buried her head in the pages of the book, and after a few minutes of silence, Lang Jingfeng sent another message: "Did Teacher Bai go out with someone else today?"

Bai Ruan was at a loss, and replied confusedly: "No, I went to the wholesale market to buy something, what's wrong?"

Lang Jingfeng: "Just ask me if you have nothing to do."

Bai Ruan pursed her lips into a line, and typed quickly: "Go to do your homework when you are free, and find the questions to do by yourself after you have finished writing. If you really don't know what to do, you can also memorize English words and chemical reaction formulas. The day after tomorrow, you will take the midterm exam." Yes, hurry up."

Lang Jingfeng replied in seconds: "Understood Teacher Bai, let's go now."

Bai Ruan smiled gratifiedly, put the phone aside, and continued to search for the spell of returning merit.

The students questioned the teacher's whereabouts on weekends without any reason. In fact, Bai Ruan has a gentle and easy-going personality. He does not reject students treating him as a big friend emotionally. Can't live, so if other students chat with Bai Ruan like this, Bai Ruan may not pay attention.

However, Lang Jingfeng is an exception—he has always treated Bai Ruan with such a no-nonsense attitude since he transferred to another school, but this did not affect him from changing his ways, and Lang Jingfeng always gave Bai Ruan face when other students were present, so Bai Ruan Special students are given special treatment, and they are more indulgent to Lang Jingfeng's laxity and transgression. As long as he is willing to study hard, Bai Ruan will not be angry if he is casual in private.

Soon, Bai Ruan discovered the spell of returning merit.

This is a small spell, and it doesn’t cost much. The only difficulty lies in the need for a guide. Simply put, it is to let the meritorious know who to turn to. The guide can be a bowl of blood and three coins of hair from the returned person. Or personal items that are full of evil or spiritual energy from the returned person...

The first two are not very easy to get, don't worry about blood, one hair is about the same, three coins are about 15 grams, and the difficulty is relatively high, but the third one is relatively easy to handle, the school track and field team is every Monday, Wednesday and Friday Training in the afternoon, it shouldn't be difficult to go to the locker room to get a change of clothes.

Let's see the situation tomorrow, if we really can't get a showdown, we can avoid it if we can, Bai Ruan thought, calm down, and continue with his great cause.

In the self-study class on Monday afternoon, Lang Jingfeng went to the school track and field team training as usual, and Bai Ruan looked out from the window of the office.

After confirming that the ten members of the sophomore group, including Lang Jingfeng, had assembled in the playground, Bai Ruan secretly slipped to the first floor.

The men's locker room door of the track and field team was closed, but not locked. After all, there was nothing of value in it except for the school uniforms that had been changed, and biochemical weapons were enough.As soon as Bai Ruan entered the door of the locker room, she was almost overwhelmed by the sour smell of sweat.

Bai Ruan wrinkled his face, and searched for Lang Jingfeng's clothes in the gas chamber following the smell of the wolf demon. The locker in the No. [-] Middle School's locker room has no doors, but open compartments separated by wooden boards. The upper compartment is used to hang clothes , and the lower floor is a low cabinet, on which students can sit and put on their shoes.

Before being marinated, Bai Ruan successfully found Lang Jingfeng's cubicle. Lang Jingfeng's school uniform shirt and trousers were hung on the top of the cubicle, and two track and field sportswear were randomly piled up on the top of the low cabinet where the people were sitting. Obviously worn, Lang Jingfeng probably planned to save two sets of dirty ones and take them home for washing.

Bai Ruan leaned over, put the tip of his nose close to the sportswear and sniffed it, a cold and evil spirit immediately pricked Bai Ruan's nerves like steel needles.

After confirming that it was correct, Bai Ruan took out a plastic bag and disposable gloves from his trouser pocket, picked up a sports vest soaked in a monster look, put it into the plastic bag, and tied the mouth of the bag tightly.

It looks very much like a soft and cute... dead pervert.

After stealing the clothes, Bai Ruan rushed back to the office like a wind, stuffed the small bag into the briefcase, and put it side by side with another folder containing eight spells, feeling that this matter was done flawlessly to the extreme.

Ten minutes later, the self-study class was over, and Lang Jingfeng also finished training and went back to the locker room to change.

Lang Jingfeng has a keen sense of smell. Usually every time he enters the men's locker room, his nose hurts, and he dare not even breathe. But at this moment, he is uncharacteristically squatting in front of his locker, twitching the tip of his nose like a police dog and sniffing non-stop. .

The moment he entered the door, he could smell a different smell in the room. Although it was very faint, it was very different from the sour smell of sweat that filled the whole dressing room, so Lang Jingfeng immediately recognized it. People with ordinary sense of smell Such acumen is absolutely incomprehensible.

It is warmed by the sun, clean and soft, and has a small animal smell.

The taste of Bai Nguyen.

Lang Jingfeng squatted in front of the closet and sniffed, then sniffed again, walked slowly all the way to the door, bent over outside the door, and sniffed the doorknob.

...What are you doing here?Lang Jingfeng raised his eyebrows, he was determined but also slightly confused.He went back to the locker room, took off his tracksuit, wiped his sweat with a towel, and put on his school uniform.

After changing his clothes, Lang Jingfeng grabbed the dirty sportswear he wore today and last Friday, and planned to take them home to wash at night, but the amount of dirty clothes in his hands seemed wrong.

Lang Jingfeng's movements froze, and he shook off the three pieces of clothing in his hand suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

One less vest.

It was still there before training.

... Teacher Bai!Hold!Lang Jingfeng was agitated until the roots of his teeth itched, wishing he could catch a teammate and bite him.

They are all grown-ups, and they know what it means to steal other people's clothes.

He seems to have seen the soft and bright fabric of the sports vest covered on some high-spirited little thing, being grasped and moved by Bai Ruan. Ruan is exactly the same—both have pretty red faces, watery eyes, rapid chest heaves, shy expressions but can't hide the unbearable desire...

Lang Jingfeng bit his lip hard, trying to suppress his smile with pain, but failed, and finally he smiled and cursed: "Fuck!"

"What's wrong with Brother Feng?" A teammate heard it and asked casually.

Lang Jingfeng beamed with joy: "I lost a tracksuit."

The teammates looked at him with indescribable eyes: "Oh."

Throwing something and laughing like a cannonball at night, is it sick?

On the other side, Bai Ruan, who didn't know about the little wolf cub's brink of madness, had already left school and went to the hospital, planning to rescue Shen Jiahan today.

Although it is not hopeless to treat Shen Jiahan's disease with conventional methods, firstly, even if a bone marrow with a suitable type can be found for transplantation, the probability of recovery is not very high. To suffer all kinds of unimaginable pain and torture, and the treatment costs would ruin their fortunes, Shen Jiahan, who had a promising future, might also ruin his future, so Bai Ruan had no plans to place his hope on conventional medical methods.

When Bai Ruan arrived at the hospital, it was meal time, and Shen's mother was holding a bowl of hot porridge in the ward, and Shen Jiahan's expression was worse than the last time I saw her.Bai Ruan and Shen's mother exchanged a few words, then opened the briefcase and took out a stack of papers that Shen Jiahan's deskmate helped her save this week and copies of the class notes of various subjects, and handed them all to Shen Jiahan's hands, and said very embarrassingly: "Chen Ran's Notes, I read them, I remember them well, take the time to read them, otherwise you won’t be able to keep up with the progress when you go back to school.”

Shen Jiahan smiled bitterly, and said softly, "I see, thank you Teacher Bai."

Shen's mother thought that Bai Ruan was giving Shen Jiahan spiritual comfort, and cast a bitter and grateful glance at Bai Ruan.

Bai Ruan smiled at her and said, "Please, I'm a little thirsty, can you buy me a bottle of water?"

Shen's mother hurriedly put down the porridge bowl and went out to buy water.

Shen Jiahan lowered his eyes, flipping through the class notes in his hands page by page, his eyes flushed.

She lives in a multi-person ward, and besides her, there are two other patients in the ward, both of whom are elderly people in their twilight years. At this time, one is lying on the bed moaning, and the other is unconscious.Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, Bai Ruan leaned over, took out the prepared folder and plastic bag from the briefcase at his feet, and quickly stuffed them under the bedside table.

When Shen Jiahan heard the rustling sound, she turned her head weakly, but Bai Ruan straightened up, with a gentle and calm expression, as if she hadn't done anything just now.

The author has something to say:

After worrying about Bai Ruanruan's jealousy in his own way, Brother Sanmanang took Bai Ruanruan's jealousy in his own way...

Lang Jingfeng: Does my training uniform smell good?

Bai Ruanruan: #￥! @#￥*&*)... ([-]-word explanation)