Chapter 238

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

He lay on the bed in a daze for a long time. His eyes were lifeless as he stared at the ceiling that was immersed in the shadows above his head. He only felt a dull throbbing pain on both sides of his head. It was so unbearable that he felt like vomiting in his stomach.

"Ah …"

The white-haired young man sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before he tried to sit up.

Just as he was about to press his hand on the bed, he retracted his hand as if he was scalded.

No, the doctor said that if he could avoid exerting force on his hand, it would affect his recovery.

Zong Jiu's mind was in a mess, but he remembered the doctor's advice very clearly. Therefore, he didn't dare to exert force. He only dared to let his hand hang limply by his side, he didn't even dare to curl his fingers.

He clearly remembered that he had a hangover last night, and even earlier, about three or four days ago, he had just undergone his last surgery.

After the operation that gathered clinical medical experts from all over the world, everyone expressed their unfavorable opinion of him, who was once a world-class card magician.

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

The doctor put a thick cast on his hand and wrapped it around his fingers and wrist.

"If possible, please don't use your hand for any activities during the recovery period. We believe that miracles and good luck will be on your side. "

Although they didn't say anything, they even smiled and encouraged him to try not to exert force on his hand for a month after the surgery. However, Zong Jiu, who was extremely sensitive to other people's emotions, immediately saw through their unspoken words.

His hand … it was very likely that there was no way to recover it.

Knowing this, Zong Jiu threw away his calmness for the first time. He locked himself in his room and drank one glass after another.

He turned off his phone and threw it aside. He couldn't borrow his agent's phone anymore, and he didn't look at the overwhelming reports on the internet about the magician Zong Jiu's hands being permanently disabled due to a car accident.

Therefore, the residual pain in his head when he woke up was probably the hangover's aftereffects.

But he didn't know why, but he felt that something was wrong.

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

It just so happened that a ray of light leaked in through the distant curtains.

Zong Jiu maintained his posture. He inadvertently glanced around and suddenly paused.

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

"Strange … it's been so many days, but the color hasn't faded."

The young man muttered to himself as the voice-activated lights at the side lit up, illuminating the high-end apartment with a hazy glow.

Zong Jiu's eyes widened.

That was because he was still holding something in his bandaged and plaster hand.

It was a black stone with a strange pattern of a six-pointed star.

Zong Jiu instinctively tossed the thing to the side of the bed, afraid that its weight would hinder the recovery of his hands.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but after the stone left his hand, the hexagram pattern on it seemed to flash.

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

Zong Jiu nonchalantly glanced at the stone and slowly got off the bed.

The white-haired young man's movements were very slow, like an old man with one foot in the grave. He slowly got off the bed until his feet stepped on the furry carpet. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief.

He was a bit hungry.

One had to eat after all. If he didn't eat, he would die. No matter what, even if Zong Jiu lived a decadent life, he wouldn't use death to escape all of this.

For the past few days, Zong Jiu couldn't feel the flow of time at all.

From his car accident a month ago to the end of the operation, his life had changed drastically in just a month.

First, all the invitations and performances were forced to stop, resulting in a huge penalty. Then came the news, as well as the reporters who wanted to get first-hand information. They waited outside his building every day. It was annoying.

Fortunately, Zong Jiu didn't have parents. After all these years, the people he knew were almost negligible. Otherwise, it would be even more annoying.

He skillfully put a piece of bread into the oven with his arm and set the timer with his voice. He slowly watched the bread behind the glass soften and turn golden.

"Ding —" It was done.

As Zong Jiu ate, he pressed the button to open the curtains.

He didn't know why, but he felt like he had forgotten something important. But he couldn't tell what it was.

As soon as he turned on his phone, countless messages and missed calls flooded in.

A few minutes later, another call came in.

Zong Jiu looked at it with disinterest, and then he chose to turn on the flight mode.

He began to think.

"If I can't be a magician in the future … What else can I do?"

It wasn't that he couldn't be a magician, but that Zong Jiu didn't want to.

If he lost his magic, he would lose his interest. Like a blind man, there would be no challenge or fun for him.

Zong Jiu became famous at a young age, and his family background was not to be underestimated. Whether it was the money he earned from casinos all over the world, or the money he earned from performing and endorsing shows, he was destined to live a comfortable life even if he couldn't be a magician.

Magicians were very similar to celebrities, but they didn't earn as much as celebrities. However, the people in this world liked to watch magic, so magic became a formal and sustainable industry. It also led to the rise of a large number of magician schools and magician competitions. When Zong Jiu left the orphanage, he caught the eye of an old magician. After entering the school to further his studies, he showed his amazing talent, and that was how he got to where he was today.

"Wait …"

He touched his forehead. "Why did I say 'this world'?"

It was a statement that came out of his subconscious. It was unbelievable.

Zong Jiu felt like his head was in a mess.

After waking up this time, he even felt like he didn't fit in with the world.

But all of this … happened before he fell asleep.

Zong Jiu looked down.

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

Lying at the top was an immortal cultivation text that he had no recollection of.

But Zong Jiu felt like he wasn't reading immortal cultivation text last night, but a thrilling infinity horror novel.

But what was his name again? He couldn't remember it for a while.

It was like … he had a very long dream.

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

In the dream, he stood under the spotlight. Although it wasn't the stage that Zong Jiu was familiar with, it was more exciting and exciting for him.

There was also a pair of dark golden eyes.

"That's weird. Why would I have such a weird dream?"

Zong Jiu laughed and said to himself, "Even if it was a dream, I would remember something when I woke up. I only remember a pair of eyes … That's nothing."

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

The automatic delivery machine threw in all the packages that Zong Jiu had received. There were even openings on the packages for easy access.

These were all folk remedies that he had obtained from various places. From dark technology to dark witchcraft, everything was available.

Zong Jiu ignored the advertisements for the mechanical arms and reached out his hand to a hexagram ritual cloth.

The ancient parchment beside the cloth indicated that it was a black magic item. It was said that as long as one chanted the magic incantation on it, one would be able to summon demons and devils from hell. However, the prerequisite was that one had to prepare an item with the same hexagram symbol.

Oh, isn't this a coincidence?

If it was before, Zong Jiu would never believe in these things.

But now, he had no choice but to try anything. In order to recover his hands, regardless of whether it was science or superstition, Zong Jiu would not reject anyone. What if it was a coincidence?

He ran back to the bed and picked up the stone with the same hexagram engraved on it.

He didn't know why, but he subconsciously felt that this stone was very important.

But why was it important? He couldn't explain it.

After everything was prepared, Zong Jiu stood in front of the parchment and made a cut on his arm.

Because he couldn't control his strength with his hand in a cast, fresh blood gushed out, dripping onto the black magic sacrificial cloth and surrounding the hexagram stone.

There was a lot of blood.

But it didn't matter. If he died from excessive blood loss, then it could only be said to be fate.

Zong Jiu paused and began chanting the incantation.

"I swear on my soul. Demons from hell! Please listen to my call and awaken the sins of the world. When the sun sets, when the light fades, appear before me! "

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

'Trash, I'm going to give you a bad review online.'

Zong Jiu curled his lips and threw the knife away. He squatted down and was about to ask the housekeeping robot to clean up the place.

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

At the same time, a black hurricane formed on the ground. The previously spacious and bright apartment was covered by a layer of invisible, sticky shadow that surrounded and occupied the surroundings.

The young man's white hair was lifted by the wind and fluttered behind his ears.

Zong Jiu's eyes widened as he stared at the center of the hurricane.

A familiar yet strange figure slowly walked out from it.

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

Zong Jiu gulped nervously. "You, you're the demon from hell who obeyed my call?"

As he asked, he cursed in his heart.

'Nowadays, there's a three-piece suit in hell? How strange, why is it so fashionable?'

The demon stared blankly for a moment and sized him up with a creepy look. Suddenly, he bent over and laughed out loud.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. His eyebrows were raised, and he was obviously in a good mood. "Ah, that's right. I'm the demon you summoned, cute little magician."

Zong Jiu was speechless.

For some reason, he felt that something was wrong. This demon didn't look too serious.

On the other hand, the demon had figured out that his magician's memory was temporarily sealed because of this dungeon. He even mistakenly thought that he was the demon he summoned.

He was so engrossed in his role that he even climbed up the pole. "My dear summoner, you summoned me. Do you need me to fulfill your wish?"

Zong Jiu picked up the parchment on the ground cautiously. "Yes, I want you to restore my hand. But before that, we have to reconfirm the contents of the contract. "

The parchment reminded him that demons from hell loved to lie. Therefore, after the summoning, the summoner had to carry the parchment with the demon's real name on it to prevent the demon from betraying him.

If the demon betrayed him, he just had to read out the demon's secret real name as a warning.

"Mephisto? That's your name? "

Zong Jiu felt that it was ridiculous when he read out the demon's real name.

Wasn't that the f * cking name of the demon in Faust? This name was so famous that it was recorded in the history books of the world. How could it be a secret? Secret my foot! Was this parchment really not a scam?!