Chapter Seventy-Three: The Book of Spartacus

The jingle of bells rattled in a chaotic manner, and it was terrifying to be abrupt in the empty and silent white field. The two Spirit Sects www.biquge.info were people who were used to seeing big scenes, but Rao was like this, after staying in this silent and uninhabited place for so long, the two of them were still startled in the face of this sudden sound.

"Woo woo woo woo ......" the two spirit sects called at the same time, their mouths were stuffed with stones, and the sound they made could only be slightly louder than before. The two of them were both looking forward to the presence of others, but they were also afraid of someone coming.

Turning their heads to look for sounds, the two Spirit Sects saw two standard swords and two magic staffs. There are still traces of the magic of the divine shield on the two great swords, but they are no longer visible. And one of the two wands was intact, and the other was broken. The two Spirit Sects recognized that the two magic wands they had lost when they were caught by the ghosts, and the two great swords were also the two that they had enchanted the samurai.

Encountering these props in this strange and alarming place could not make the two Spirit Sects feel the slightest sense of intimacy. On the contrary, it only makes them fall into fear again, as if they had just arrived in this strange place.

The two Spirit Sects looked around in panic, and at the same time they were terrified, and at the same time, they suspected that Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia, the two devil men and women, had come here, and were hiding in places they couldn't see with inexplicable means, spying on them.

"Woo woo ......"

The voices of the two of them in the stones were both anger and fear, with a hint of begging for mercy. But no matter how desperately they called, no one appeared in the pure white and monotonous space.

The two of them whined and screamed for a long time, and finally they were so tired that they couldn't make a sound, and they sat bent over, depressed. There is no distinction between day and night in the white space, and the monotonous colors and quiet environment make people want to go crazy after staying for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but the two of them languished and lay on the ground. In this nasty place, they don't get thirsty, they don't go hungry. This made them panic even more, this mysterious place, it was not like a place for people to stay.

And in this white monotonous world, outside the general-purpose warehouse, in the super agency, Yao Dongxia is actually in a hurry to take a look in the warehouse. However, the authority of the general-purpose warehouse is only open to the shopkeeper Luo Zheng, and without Luo Zheng's permission, Yao Dongxia cannot open the warehouse at all.

But Luo Zheng doesn't seem to have the idea of entering the warehouse at all now. He sat in his chair and fiddled with his phone, looking for something.

The products that belong to the earth are very different from the communication devices in Yao Dongxia's world, and Yao Dongxia is actually very curious about mobile phones. But in comparison, the two big living people who were thrown into the general-purpose warehouse interested her more. After all, those two people who have mastered the magic of the other world are related to whether she can find a way to solve the zombie source virus in her world.

"What are you doing?" Yao Dongxia asked.

Luo Zheng's fingers tugged up and down on the phone, left and right, and replied, "Find some information." Give some reference suggestions for the turmoil, so that he can trouble us every day. ”

Yao Dongxia said: "Shouldn't that be what you want?" When he comes to you, you'll be able to harvest more energy points. ”

Luo Zheng hurriedly seized the opportunity to despise Yao Dongxia and said, "The old saying is the most poisonous woman's heart, it's really not wrong at all. What has become of other people's turmoil, you still covet other people's lives, your heart is too dark! ”

Yao Dongxia glanced at Luo Zheng: "I don't know who took so much vitality from the red hair?" ”

Luo Zheng rolled his eyes and sent back: "Are you dissatisfied that you don't have many energy points?" ”

"Who scarces you?" Yao Dongxia said, "Among these options in your super agency, there are no things that can help me clear the zombie source virus that can be exchanged, so what's the use of me having more energy?" ”

Luo Zheng finally found what he wanted on the mobile phone browser, and he didn't bother to fight with Yao Dongxia anymore, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, stop arguing." I'm almost done here. When we're done, we'll go into the warehouse and let you talk to the two magicians first. ”

Hearing Luo Zheng say this, Yao Dongxia stopped.

"Then you're busy, shopkeeper. I'll give you a pot of water. Yao Dongxia smiled slightly, and went out of the room gently and skillfully.

Luo Zheng found a fairy tale of Spartacus written by an unknown character on his mobile phone, and because he was too famous, he searched for dozens of pages on a search engine to find it. The authors of the fairy tales are all anonymous. Luo Zheng probably swept the fairy tale, it was not long, the words were simple, the quotations were usual, the story was clear, and it met the requirements.

"Dobby, what do I do next?" Luo Zheng asked Dobby. He had consulted Dobby before if he could convert the text if he threw the story of the earth into the world of turmoil. This is a key question, otherwise, it is useless to throw the Chinese story into the turmoil, and the turmoil will not be understood. The answer he got from Dobby was yes, and if he couldn't solve the problem, he wouldn't have wasted his time trying to find this fairy tale that the kids didn't like and could only be thrown to the people of the other world to rebel.

Dobby said: "The shopkeeper only needs to copy this article in the M113 world, and the reality interference of the super agency will directly convert the words written by the shopkeeper into the M113 world language. ”

Luo Zheng heard Dobby say this and acted immediately. He traveled alone to the turbulent world, and asked the blonde man who had cleaned up to find a pen and paper and began to copy the story. During this period, he also adapted the adaptation on a whim, incorporating the struggle stories of many great revolutionary ancestors in the 20th century.

The blonde man watched Luo Zheng disappear and disappear and reappear, and he was stunned for a moment, only thinking that Luo Zheng was the legendary Great Magus. Seeing Luo Zheng holding a quill to write something for the storm, he was hot and jealous. What the Great Magus wrote down must be extraordinary, and the slave who is looking for death must be able to get a lot of benefits from it, maybe this is a higher-level magic lesson plan. Why didn't he have the opportunity to know such a powerful person, but let a lowly slave take away his good luck?

What the blonde man didn't expect was that Luo Zheng finished writing and put down the quill, but instead of handing over the few pieces of paper on which the story was written, he gave it to him.

Just when the blonde man was surprised, he heard Luo Zheng say: "You take this, and read the above story to Fengbo a few times." I originally wanted to give it to him, but there was no way, he was a slave, and I was afraid that he wouldn't know how to read. I don't know how much his brain can comprehend the above things. But it doesn't matter, you have vowed to help him with all your strength anyway, and you will have to tie up with him in the future, so study with him. It's up to you how far you can go. ”

After speaking, Luo Zheng disappeared from this world. The blonde man couldn't wait to look at the contents of the paper, but he couldn't help but be horrified, and his hands trembled.

This is not a magic lesson plan, but a devil's story written in poor words.

This story suddenly opened a door to the land of demons for the blonde man.

Since then, in this world, a legendary rebellion Bible was born - the Book of Spartacus.