238, Faust

When Zong Jiu woke up again, the room was still dark.

He lay in bed for a long time, his eyes were lifeless, staring at the ceiling above his head immersed in shadows, and he felt a dull pain in his temples on both sides of his head, which was so uncomfortable that he felt a little retching in his stomach.

"Ah..."

The white-haired young man was in a daze on the bed for a long time, and then he wanted to support himself and sit up.

He just wanted to press his hands on the bed, but he shrank back as if he was burned.

No, the doctor said that if you can try not to use force on your hands, don't use force, otherwise it will affect the recovery after the operation.

Zong Jiu's mind was confused, but he remembered the doctor's advice very clearly, so he dared not use force, and only dared to let his hands hang limply at his sides, and he didn't even dare to curl his knuckles.

He clearly remembered that yesterday was another night of hangover, and earlier, about three or four days ago, he had just experienced his last operation.

After the operation that brought together clinical medical experts from around the world, everyone expressed their pessimism towards this former world-class card magician.

"Mr. Zong, we have done our best for your hand."

The doctor put a thick plaster on him and then wrapped it around his fingers and wrists.

"If possible, please do not use your hands for any activities during the recovery period after the operation. We firmly believe that miracles and good luck will definitely favor you."

Although they said nothing and even encouraged him with a smile to try not to exert force on his hands within a month after the operation, Zong Jiu, who was extremely sensitive to other people's emotions, saw through the unexpressed subtext at a glance.

His hand... It is very likely that there is really no way to recover.

Zong Jiu, who knew this, abandoned his calmness for the first time, locked himself in the room, and drank one glass after another.

He turned off his mobile phone and threw it aside. He could no longer borrow the phone number of his agent, and he did not read the various reports on the Internet about the great magician Zong Jiu's car accident that caused his hands to be disabled for life.

So the pain in his head when he woke up should be the sequelae of the hangover.

But for some reason, he always felt a sense of disharmony.

The huge floor-length mirror was placed not far from the bed.

There happened to be a ray of skylight leaking in from the curtains in the distance.

Zong Jiu kept this posture, glanced casually, and suddenly stopped.

Before the car accident, he had just finished a tour, and his hair was dyed white according to the stage standard.

"Strange... After so many days, why hasn't this color faded."

The young man muttered to himself, and the voice-controlled lights on the side also lit up, illuminating this high-end apartment dimly.

Suddenly, Zong Jiu opened his eyes wide.

Because he was holding something in his hand full of bandages and plaster.

A black stone with a strange hexagram pattern painted on it.

Zong Jiu subconsciously threw this thing to the side of the bed, fearing that its weight would hinder the recovery of his hands.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after the stone left his hand, the hexagram pattern on it seemed to flicker.

It must be fake... Which factory developed this new magic prop? It even has its own light source.

Zong Jiu glanced at the stone carelessly and got out of bed slowly.

The white-haired young man moved slowly, like an old man who was about to die. He moved himself off the bed little by little until his feet stepped on the furry carpet, and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He was a little hungry.

People always have to eat. If they don't eat, they will die. After all, even if he lives a decadent life, Zong Jiu will not use death to escape all this.

These days, Zong Jiu can't feel the flow of time at all.

From the time he had a car accident a month ago to the end of the operation, his life has changed dramatically in just one month.

First, all invitations and performances were forced to stop, resulting in a large amount of liquidated damages. Then there were the news reports, and the reporters who wanted to get first-hand information and intelligence, squatting downstairs every day, which was annoying.

Fortunately, Zong Jiu didn't have parents at all. The people he met over the years were so few that they could be ignored except for work, otherwise it would be even more annoying.

He skillfully put a piece of bread in the oven with his arm, set the time with voice control, and slowly watched the bread behind the glass gradually soften and turn golden.

"Ding--" it was baked.

While eating, Zong Jiu rarely pressed the button to open the curtains.

For some reason, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important, but he couldn't say what it was.

As soon as he turned on the phone, countless text messages and missed calls came in.

It was only a few minutes later, and another call came in.

Zong Jiu glanced at it without interest, and chose to turn on the flight mode listlessly.

He began to think.

"If I can't be a magician in the future...what else can I do?"

It's not that he can't do it, but that Zong Jiu doesn't want to do it.

After losing magic, he lost his interest, just like a blind person, there is no challenge and fun anymore.

Becoming famous at a young age, Zong Jiu's family background is not to be underestimated. Whether it is the money he made from casinos around the world in the early years, or the fees he earned from his tours and endorsements, it is destined that even if he cannot become a magician in this life, he will have no worries about food and clothing.

The magician industry is very similar to that of a celebrity, but he does not earn as much as a celebrity. However, people in this world like to watch magic, so magic has become a formal and developable system, and a large number of magic schools and magic competitions have emerged. Zong Jiu was spotted by an old magician when he left the orphanage. After entering the school for further studies, he showed his amazing talent, which led to his current achievements.

"Wait..."

He touched his forehead, "Why do you want to talk about this world?"

Just now, this statement was clearly subconsciously made, which made people feel incredible.

Zong Jiu felt that his head seemed to be in a mess.

After waking up this time, he even felt that the whole world was incompatible with him.

But obviously all this... just happened before he went to bed.

Zong Jiu looked down.

The blue screen of his mobile phone was glowing. He opened the green Jinjiang Literature City app and found the column of recent reading.

On the top was a book about cultivation that he had no impression of.

But Zong Jiu always felt that what he read before going to bed last night was not a book about cultivation, but a thrilling horror book.

But he couldn't remember the name for a while.

It was like... having a very long dream.

In the dream, his hands were fine, and he could still make the cards fly and jump on his fingertips.

In the dream, he stood under the spotlight. Although it was not a stage that Zong Jiu was familiar with, it could mobilize his passion and joy.

There seemed to be a pair of dark golden eyes.

"It's so strange, how could I have such an inexplicable dream."

Zong Jiu laughed to himself, saying, "Even if it was really a dream, I would always remember something when I wake up. I only remember a pair of eyes...what's that."

He shook his head, walked to the door, and pressed a button on the wall.

The automatic delivery machine threw all the express deliveries received by Zong Jiu in, with a knife cut on it for easy access.

These are all the folk remedies he got from various places these days. From black technology to black witchcraft, everything is available.

Zong Jiu ignored the advertisements for the installation of mechanical arms, and reached out to a six-pointed star sacrificial cloth.

The ancient parchment next to the sacrificial cloth indicated that this was a black magic item. It is said that as long as the magic spell on it is recited, demons and devils from hell can be summoned, but the prerequisite is to prepare an item with the same six-pointed star mark.

Oh, isn't this a coincidence?

In the past, Zong Jiu would never believe in these things even if he was beaten to death.

But now there is no other way, desperate to try any possible means. In order to recover his hands, no matter if it is science or superstition, Zong Jiu will accept everything now. What if a blind cat encounters a dead mouse?

He ran back and took the stone on the bed that was also engraved with a hexagram.

For some reason, he always subconsciously felt that this stone was very important.

But why it was important, he couldn't explain it.

After everything was ready, Zong Jiu stood in front of the parchment and laboriously cut a bloody wound on his arm.

Because the hand with plaster cast could not control the strength, the blood rushed out and dripped onto the black magic sacrificial cloth, surrounding the hexagram stone.

There seemed to be a lot of blood.

But it didn't matter. If he died of excessive blood loss, it would be fate.

Zong Jiu paused and began to chant the spell.

"I swear with my soul. Devil of hell! Please listen to my call, awaken the world's sins, the sun sets, the light disappears, and appear in front of me!"

He chanted three times in a row, and nothing happened.

Rubbish, I will give a bad review online immediately.

Zong Jiu curled his lips and threw away the knife, squatted down, and was about to turn around and ask the housekeeping robot to come over to clean it.

At this moment, the stone engraved with the hexagram mark suddenly lit up.

At the same time, a black hurricane appeared out of thin air on the ground, and the spacious and bright apartment just now seemed to be covered with an invisible sticky shadow, which began to surround and occupy the surroundings.

The young man's white hair was lifted by the wind and blew behind his ears, making a rustling sound.

Zong Jiu opened his eyes wide and stared at the center of the wind.

A familiar and unfamiliar figure slowly walked out from inside.

The man was wearing a black suit, his black hair was neatly tied behind his ears, a rose was inserted in his chest, and his dark golden pupils with unknown emotions gradually overlapped with the one in his dream.

Zong Jiu swallowed nervously, "You, are you the devil from hell who responded to my call?"

He asked, and he complained in his heart.

Three-piece suits are popular in hell these days, it's strange, so fashionable?

The devil was stunned for a moment, looked him up and down with a creepy look, and suddenly bent over and laughed.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up, his eyebrows raised, and he was obviously in a good mood: "Ah, yes, I am the devil you summoned, the cute little magician."

Zongjiu: "..."

I don’t know why, but my intuition is wrong. This devil doesn’t look serious.

On the other side, the devil has figured out that his magician seems to have had his memory temporarily sealed because of this copy of the decisive battle, and now he mistakenly thinks he is the summoned devil.

He was so taken with it that he even climbed up the pole: "My dear Summoner, you summoned me, but what wish do you need me to help you achieve?"

Zongjiu picked up the parchment on the ground with caution, "Yes, I want you to restore my hand. But before that, we have to confirm the contents of the contract again."

The parchment on the parchment reminds you that demons from hell like to lie very much, so after summoning, the summoner must carry the parchment with the demon's true name with him to prevent the other party from betraying him.

Once the other party betrays you, just read out the other party's secret real name to warn you.

"Mephisto? Is that your name?"

Zong Jiu read out the other person's real name and felt ridiculous.

Isn't this the devil's name for Faustrie? This name is so famous that it has been recorded in the history of world literature, but it is still secret? Secret size! Isn’t this parchment really fooling people?

The author has something to say: Parchment: I was just fooling people, I didn’t expect you to actually summon it.

The last copy uses some memes from "Faust", which is to give the devil a name by tweeting (butting his head) 233333

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