Chapter 242

The media around the world was once again in an uproar.

A month ago, the great magician Zong Jiu was involved in a car accident. Unfortunately, both of his hands were fractured. The news of his departure from the stage spread like wildfire around the world.

The magic industry in this world was very developed. Whether it was film, television, or literature, it was very popular. Therefore, relatively speaking, the great magician at the top of the industry was also the focus of everyone's attention.

Zong Jiu was this year's top card magician, and there were countless people staring at him on a daily basis. Therefore, when the news of his car accident came out, some people were happy, while others were sad. Especially when an unknown person secretly revealed that after the world-class experts examined him, they all said that they could only hope for a miracle. These days, all the major media lamented the fall of a star in the magic world.

He was still so young. According to his golden age, he could be active on the stage for at least ten more years. Who would have thought that he would be involved in such a tragedy at such a young age?

Then today, the great magician's agent team suddenly announced that his hands had recovered and that he would resume his original world tour next week.

"Wow —"

This time, everyone was in an uproar.

Especially those who were waiting to see him make a fool of himself. They were waiting to take over the position and resources of this card magician.

They deliberately stirred up public opinion in order to completely cover up this incident. Now, they were told that Zong Jiu's hands had recovered?

For a time, the experts who had consulted Zong Jiu were called by all kinds of channels.

"Sorry, we can't casually disclose the patient's privacy. This is the professional ethics of a doctor."

But even though the experts said so, they could not help but sigh. "A miracle really did happen."

Zong Jiu, who was at the center of the storm, did not know any of this.

Early the next morning, he called his agent and had a video conference under his agent's strong request.

"My hands are really fine. Okay, did you see it? I'm hanging up after watching it. "

Zong Jiu impatiently showed off a few fancy card tricks and turned off the video in front of the stunned eyes of his agent team.

Since his hands were fine, everything had to go back to normal.

Of course, his agent was happy to see this situation. If something happened to Zong Jiu, their team would be disbanded. Other things aside, Zong Jiu, who had a personal studio, at least gave them a generous salary. Originally, everyone was prepared to find another way out, but they did not expect to see a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel.

In the afternoon, after dealing with all kinds of chores, the rearranged schedule was sent to Zong Jiu's mailbox.

"Our next stop is … W City in ODL."

Zong Jiu browsed through the list and found that the future tour venues were all around the Mediterranean Sea.

Come to think of it, the accident happened in the middle of his tour. He had already been to many countries before, and there were only a few small countries left.

It was said that the price of the tickets for his next performance had already reached a sky-high price. Everyone wanted to see how this master magician recovered after being diagnosed with comminuted fractures in his hands. It was said that many people had placed bets on whether his hand could recover to its peak condition.

It really felt like a dream. Yesterday, his hand was still hurting, but today, it was completely fine.

Zong Jiu walked into the kitchen and peeled an apple for himself. Looking at the green veins on his pale wrist, he could not help but clench his fingers, as if he wanted to make sure that this was not an illusion.

The uninvited guest took a bite of the apple in Magician's hand.

The worst thing was that after eating, the devil commented, "It tastes good, but it's not as sweet as yours."

Magician's response was to stuff the apple into the devil's mouth.

"Baby, if you want to go out, what should I do?"

The devil was not annoyed, but instead, he tried harder.

Zong Jiu threw a card over and said coldly, "This is my secondary card, buy whatever you want, don't bother me."

On the other side, the TV that was on just happened to be broadcasting Boss coldly talking to the mistress.

"Woman, this is my card, it has a limit of 655,555 yuan per day, are you not satisfied?"

The devil was speechless.

It was a subtle illusion.

"But we have to stay together, it's written on the parchment that we have to stay together, otherwise, something terrible will happen."

"Is there such a thing?" Zong Jiu was suspicious.

"Of course there is, part of the contract is written in Latin, it's the language used in Hell, it's normal that you don't understand it, baby."

The devil started his performance again. "We have to be prepared, right? What if there's an accident … "

What if. Indeed, if there was an accident, no one would be able to bear the consequences.

Zong Jiu would not take the risk.

A crossroad popped up above the white-haired Magician's head. He turned around and searched for the route he had taken to buy the parchment.

He had bought it on a black technology forum, the seller had said that he had obtained it from the ruins of Solomon's Temple in Jerusalem. He had put it up for sale at a high price and it had attracted a lot of attention.

However, until now, there was only a single '6' on the sale list.

Zong Jiu left a comment: It's not bad, but can I choose what kind of demon to summon next time? It's too annoying to summon this one now.

After that, he sent a private message to the seller's customer service.

Magician: How do you usually send demons back to Hell when you summon them? Why didn't I use the spell three times?

To be honest, it was very difficult to buy a ticket for a demon.

He was an unregistered resident.

In the end, Zong Jiu did not bother with him, he said, "The powerful demon will arrive at the destination by himself, see you later." Then he boarded the plane without looking back.

He asked the stewardess to make the first-class bed for him. Just as he was about to climb in and have a good night's sleep, a cold hand reached out from the shadows.

The first-class bed was very narrow, Zong Jiu was barely big enough for a man. If there was a demon taller than him, he would not know where to put his arms and legs.

"Baby, you can lie in my shadow, I'm more than happy to provide you with this service. Or … "

The man held his head and smiled ambiguously. "You can also lie on my body."

Zong Jiu: "… Get lost."

He felt that signing a contract with this demon was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life.

The long shadow was like a folded space, covering the entire cabin with a layer that extended infinitely.

Who would have thought that a shadow could be used like this??? Zong Jiu did not expect this.

After the plane landed, Zong Jiu turned on his phone and found that the seller had already replied to him.

Customer Service: This … Dear, this is beyond our understanding. Usually, this is something for mysticism enthusiasts to try. We are not responsible for the success rate or after-sales service.

Magician: You're selling such an expensive item, haven't you tried it yourself?

Customer Service: But no one else has encountered this situation. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Magician: What do you mean? You dare to sell something that you don't have a guarantee for? Didn't you say that there is a 05% chance of summoning a demon?

[Customer Service]: Ah … But you're the only one we've met so far … The others have all failed.

Customer Service: … How about this, we're actually selling fake goods, but this thing exists if you believe it, right? Can I refund you half of the money? Dear.

The other party probably thought that he had met a lunatic and was so scared that he immediately asked for a refund.

Zong Jiu stared at the dialog box for a moment, speechless. He exited again and found that the comments section he had left earlier had become very lively.

[Hahahahaha, damn, someone actually bought such an expensive IQ tax.]

[Oh my god, is he a chuunibyou? He even summoned a demon and wants a refund. WTMXS]

[What a chuunibyou! Chuunibyou is common these days, but it's rare to see someone this rich!]

Zong Jiu: "…"

Forget it, maybe the others were not so lucky?

He comforted himself and put his phone back into his pocket.

His manager was already at the airport in Wyn City, ready to pick him up. When he saw Zong Jiu, he immediately walked up to him.

"Brother Jiu, congratulations on your recovery. Congratulations."

The manager first sighed with emotion, but when he turned around, he saw the black-haired man with his hands in his pockets and a pair of sunglasses, following behind Magician.

"This is …?"

Seeing that they seemed to know each other, the manager asked hesitantly.

Zong Jiu was silent for a moment.

He didn't know how to answer. Was he going to tell him that he had summoned a demon from hell?

But it was this moment of hesitation that allowed the demon to gain the upper hand.

The black-haired man lowered his head slightly, one hand resting intimately on Magician's shoulder. His dark golden eyes shone with a dark luster behind the frame of his sunglasses. When his gaze landed on Magician, it sent chills down his spine.

Seeing this scene, the manager's eyes widened in shock.

Who didn't know that the Great Magician hated physical contact with other people? His manager team had been with him for a long time, but he didn't have any friends. The only thing he interacted with was work-related issues. He was so reclusive that it made people's hair stand on end.

But it was true. To be able to achieve this level of magic at his age, he couldn't be described as a genius. Geniuses who didn't fit in with ordinary people always had to endure loneliness because they couldn't find the same kind of people.

"He will be my personal assistant for the next few days. Why are you asking so much?"

Zong Jiu slapped the hand off his shoulder impatiently. "Let's go."

Manager: "Okay, okay, follow me. The car is waiting outside."

So they left through the busy airport.

When they left, Zong Jiu secretly sized up the demon and asked casually, "Do the demons from hell often come to the real world?"

"No, rarely."

The demon frowned and glanced at the eyes that were sizing them up.

Especially when they landed on the white-haired magician.

His hair color was too eye-catching and he was tall and slender. He turned the airport into a catwalk and everyone turned their heads.

Even though he knew that this was just a low-level dungeon built from Magician's memory, the demon was still annoyed.