He Zeyang, 23 years old, graduated from university for one year, is a ghost-level spirit beast species, and the curse seal is a tidal dolphin.

Beast, spirit, ghost, god.

The ghost level is a super rare spell seal second only to the god level.

When he just woke up the ghost-level curse seal, He Zeyang once thought he was the pride of heaven.

He can make a lot of money and give his childhood sweetheart a bright future.

But reality quickly gave him a head-on blow.

His two blood seal spells are all waste abilities.

Moreover, it is obviously a ghost-level curse seal, but his physical fitness is worse than that of many beast-level curse marks.

And he couldn't enter the form of a curse seal.

He failed the special recruitment exams at Curse University and had to compromise and go to an ordinary university.

From the pride of heaven to the useless man, it is like falling from heaven to hell.

As a magician with ghost-level spell seals, he is an alien in an ordinary university.

This made him begin to give up on himself, busy drinking and skipping classes and playing games during college.

As a result, because I failed too many courses and failed to get a degree certificate, I couldn’t find a reliable job when I graduated and could only become a professional savant.

But He Zeyang's strategy record is not good, and he has multiple injuries at the green teleportation port, which makes him a celebrity in the professional artisan circle.

He is called the weakest ghost-level magician in history online.

Various spell guilds treated him as a joke and were unwilling to admit him.

Only the Chuxiang Guild admitted him under the pressure of being ridiculed.

He Zeyang remembered that after he joined the Chuxiang Guild, he completed the teleportation port for the first time.

After the strategy is over, President Chu Su invites everyone to drink.

He Zeyang, the newcomer, was injured in the green teleportation mouth and became the object of ridicule at the table.

Although he was very hurt, he also laughed with everyone.

The little bit of his energy on his body disappeared after being beaten up by society.

He was originally a waste.

What is a fourth-class magician who cannot enter the form of a spell seal, not a waste?

It's nothing to be used by waste and become a clown for people to enjoy.

No one has any malice.

But I'm still a little unwilling to accept it.

But what can the weak do if they are unwilling to give up?

He Zeyang could only drink one cup after another, allowing the alcohol to numb his pitiful self-esteem.

After drinking about five or six bottles of beer, the bladder protested and issued a warning to self-destruct. He staggered and got up to go to the bathroom.

When he stood in front of the urinal and was swearing, President Chu Su also happened to release water beside him.

He Zeyang was a little embarrassed.

I met my boss while peeing.

He had a slight social fear and didn't know whether he should say hello.

Chu Su finished peeing before him.

The president did not wash his hands after he finished swearing. He patted He Zeyang on the shoulder with his hand that touched his pair of cow eggs, and encouraged:

"I think you are actually a genius, Xiao He."

Lightning broke through the dark clouds and a thunder exploded.

This sentence by Chu Su, the dead former guild president, suddenly appeared in He Zeyang's mind.

I'm a genius.

He said in his heart.

"I'm a genius!"

He Zeyang said loudly.

He held the blue sword and rushed towards the old man Crow.

The knife in his hand was a gift from his wife.

After learning that he was admitted to the Spell Guild, his wife sold the dowry and bought him the soul seal equipment.

My wife should have prepared the meal now and waited for him to go home.

If you can still go home alive today, you must eat three bowls of rice!

"Two Ring Spell·Lighting Art!"

After releasing the light erectile surgery, He Zeyang's body became lighter, and his speed increased by a lot.

He quickly rushed to the front of the old man crow.

This bastard old bird man killed Chu Xiaoxiao, the president of the young beautiful girl.

Killed the poisonous tongue but the heart is very good,

Kill Uncle Eagle, who looks sinister and gentle, and has a heart...

This guy just used the president's beautiful pink curly hair to rub the blood from his knife.

asshole!

Unforgivable!

You must kill this old guy!

He Zeyang is just a fourth-class magician with limited power.

The light elixir consumed one-third of his spell power.

He inputted all the remaining spell power into the soul seal sword in his hand.

A dazzling blue light shone on the long sword.

Perhaps because he was extremely angry inside today, the light emitted from this knife was brighter than before.

The sky was rolling dark clouds, lightning flashed and dark, strong winds were blowing in the square, and heavy rain was approaching.

"Go to die!"

"Bird beak bastard!"

He Zeyang shouted, jumped high, and slashed at the tall old crow with all his strength.

The blue sword light cut through the night, and the blade slashed through the wind and made a scream.

The old crow named Ejacca looked at the long sword that was coming towards him with expressionless expression, and chanted the spell in a low voice.

"Five Rings Spell·Crow Murmuring Shield!"

The strength of the Old Crow Old Man is terrifying.

The five spell halos were superimposed and turned into a shield woven from crow feathers, blocking the old crow man.

He Zeyang slashed on the black feather shield with an angry blue soul seal.

The feather shield was slashed inwardly, and then the crow was squealed.

The blade of the long blue knife was shattered by the sound of crows.

Broken blade fragments scattered all over the ground.

These beautifully patterned metal fragments also flashed with a blue light.

He Zeyang held the bare handle and thought that he would break the gift his wife gave him. He might have to kneel on the washboard when he went back.

"Five Rings Spell·Crow Feather Saw!"

The old man crow released the second Five Ring spell.

The same instant!

The black crow feathers that formed the Crow Singing Shield disintegrated in the air and reorganized into two feather saws.

The sharp feather saw chain on the feather saw rotates at high speed to cut He Zeyang's limbs.

Flesh and bone chips fly everywhere.

He Zeyang gritted his teeth, but the severe pain that penetrated his bone marrow still made him scream heart-wrenchingly.

His arms and legs were cut off, and blood kept flowing out of the hole.

His body and his heart were getting colder little by little.
To be continued...