The black cat's meaning was somewhat vague.
The others were completely baffled, but Zheng Qing immediately understood what it meant. Without the rune gun drawing away the aura leaking from the Forbidden Curse, more and more magic had accumulated with nowhere to go, causing his eyes to bleed.
So he needed a new outlet.
The spellbook the black cat had mentioned.
It was the spellbook Zheng Qing had commissioned with a single Copper Coin at Shangyuan Bookstore when he had first encountered the Wizarding World—earlier, one night, the young wizard had sleepwalked and filled that spellbook with incantations.
Later, sir had told him that what he had recorded in the spellbook that night was a guiding spell, a spell capable of triggering the Forbidden Curse. To put it another way, that spell could be considered the "trigger" for the Forbidden Curse within Zheng Qing.
Although Zheng Qing had never understood how to pull that "trigger," nor how the black cat knew he had one, it did not stop him from obediently following the cat's instructions. He quickly reached into the Gray Cloth Bag and pulled out the milky-white spellbook, with its thick cover, copper studs, leather clasp, and pleasant texture.
The moment his fingertips touched the spellbook's cover, the aura of the Forbidden Curse gathered above the lake of his heart poured out like floodwaters from a breached dam. Zheng Qing could almost hear it roaring along his fingertips as it surged into the spellbook.
He took out the spellbook and let out a soft breath of relief.
When he looked again at the small mirror in Dylan's hand, the blood was no longer streaming from the corners of his eyes, and his complexion had improved greatly.
"It won't hold for long."
The young wizard weighed the spellbook in his