Like a ghost, Morin walked lightly and quickly, approaching silently, without making a sound.

Soon, Maureen walked around the southeast of the town, but, to his surprise, he found nothing.

"No ......," Morin frowned.

After thinking about it, Merlin looked outside the town, so he didn't hesitate, turned into a faint black shadow, and flew towards the southeast outside the town.

Finally, after walking some distance, Merlin noticed that the circular print in the palm of his hand began to glow with a faint silver glow.

"Looks like it's really outside the town. ”

Merlin whispered, a smile on his face.

He didn't hesitate, picked up his speed, and rushed forward.

The light emitted by the circular chart grew brighter and brighter, and at last it was as bright as moonlight, reflecting a clear glow all around.

"This is it. Morin felt the sensation coming from the circular mark on his palm, and his heart moved, and he immediately stopped.

It seems that this is supposed to be a mass grave, surrounded by dense tombstones, some indiscriminately, some neat, some very old, and some relatively new, which do not look like they are very recent.

Instead of looking at the tombstones, Morin stared at a large stone in front of the mass grave.

In front of the mass grave there were several large stones, in which this stone was ordinary, ordinary, and inconspicuous.

"That's it, yes, there's a layer of disguised witchcraft on the surface. Maureen smiled and stopped in front of the stone.

"It's just, this disguise witchcraft looks, how ...... It's so weird. ”

Merlin frowned suddenly.

After thinking about it, Mo Lin stretched out his hand and gently stroked the surface of the stone, the circular pattern on his palm was printed with silver light, making the whole person tremble on the surface of the stone, and then, layers of runes were like reflections in the water, slowly floating around.

The stone had vanished, and in its place, a pitch-black hole appeared, like a gateway to the unknown.

"That's it?"

Maureen was stunned for a moment.

It was not easy to disguise witchcraft, the structure and structure of witchcraft, as well as the energy response and energy point arrangement of witchcraft, unexpectedly, he had never seen it before.

Originally, he thought that it would take a lot of effort to break it, but he didn't expect that it would be easily broken with just a flick of the circular mark on the palm of his hand.

Surprised, Maureen retracted his thoughts.

"Let's see what's inside. ”

Merlin felt a thrill in his heart, and he knew that something good had happened to him.

After calming down a little, Merlin took out a palm-sized gray-white slate from his bosom.

He whispered a few sorcery incantations, and a thick stream of dark energy particles rushed over and poured into the stone slab.

The gray-white slate immediately swelled up and became the size of an ordinary slate, and then, it grew four tiny feet and two hands, and a pair of big eyes appeared above the slate, blinking and blinking, looking very clever.

Feet in red and white shoes, two tiny hands, and a pair of big eyes, in an instant, this slate came to life.

"@#%...&*Nana ......"

The gray-white stone eyes turned, and suddenly found Mo Lin next to him, and immediately jumped up in fright, his eyes were about to pop out, and he turned around and wanted to run, which looked vivid.

"I give you life, and according to the oath you will also obey my call (ancient Andas)!"

Morin's face sank, and he immediately said this in the ancient Andatian language.

But in his heart, he was helpless for a while, and sure enough, the Filthy Star Slate really deserves the title of a troublemaker, so that many wizards are both loved and hated existences, and just now they came out, so they exposed their true nature.

"If it weren't for the fact that I was trying to find out what's inside, I wouldn't have let this disturbing thing out. ”

Morin said viciously in his heart.

However, Morin also knew that the Filthy Star Tablet was very good at detecting, and had a miraculous effect in perceiving witchcraft traps, and that the active Filthy Star Tablet was a valuable sorcery material that was indispensable in some witchcraft experiments.

In the end, the Filthy Star Slate reluctantly walked into the hole with four calves.

Merlin slowly closed his eyes, relying on the pupil sorcery left on the Foul Star Slate, observing the Filthy Star Slab and everything around him.

After a whirlwind, a manor-like building appeared all around, and the building was surrounded by an eerie shimmer, which was the light emitted by defensive witchcraft.

"What a nice find. Such a thought flashed through Merlin's mind, and he urged the Filthy Star Slab to walk forward.

As the Filthy Star Slate approached, Morin gradually saw the manor clearly.

Although he couldn't see anything abnormal, Morin still sensed that something was wrong from the air concentration and the distribution map of various gases.

It's a feeling of time.

"At least three or four hundred years. ”

Based on the analysis of the chip, Morin estimated such a value.

On the way ahead, there are witchcraft traps appearing one after another, although a long time has passed, but a large part of them are still functioning, but with the Filthy Star Slate who has a keen perception of witchcraft traps, the problem is not very big.

In the courtyard, there are many pieces of paper, which must have been thrown down from the upper floor by the owner of the place when he was in a bad mood.

Morin asked the Filthy Star Slate to pick up one and look at it.

"This is at least the domain that only formal wizards can set foot in!" Morin was shocked.

Although the things recorded on those pieces of paper were very simple, just simple witchcraft conjectures and witchcraft structures, Morin still discovered at once that these things were at least only accessible to formal wizards, and even far inferior to ordinary formal wizards.

"Could it be that this is the residence of an official wizard?"

Such a thought flashed through Morin's mind.

"Huh?" Suddenly, he noticed that something was wrong with the Filthy Star Slate.

A small gnawing sound came, and Morin suddenly found that the ground around him was slowly undulating like water waves, and tiny mouths appeared at some point, and inside were sharp tiny teeth, which kept squeaking and biting.

"Devil vines? No, no, this is a transplant of devil vines and active solidification on the land!"

Mo Lin felt the appearance of a mouth that was getting bigger and older, and the expression on his face changed suddenly, and said, "What kind of transplant is this? The devil vine is not only permanently solidified and will not fade, but also, its power seems stronger!"

The Filthy Star Slate jumped up directly and wanted to leave, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"There is even gravity witchcraft that makes people unable to run!"

Morin's face was extremely pale.

Call!

Suddenly, a handful of glowing energy arrows shot over, and they shot heavily on the Filthy Star Slate.

With a bang, the Filthy Star Slate exploded directly, becoming countless pieces of rubble, scattered all over the ground, and then gnawed away by those tiny mouths.

"Damn, this time it failed!"

Morin couldn't help but scold.

Just as the pupil witchcraft was about to dissipate, Morin suddenly found a man at the door.

He was an illusory shadow, glowing with a faint glimmer, which should be a spiritual imprint.

"Although I am only a third-class apprentice, my residence is not something that ordinary people can break into. ”

The figure laughed, and there was a natural strength and pride in his tone, and said, "Even a formal wizard doesn't dare to break in casually, but you, how ...... dare to break in at will."

Suddenly, the figure was stunned, and a confused look appeared on his face, and said, "It turns out that you are not a random person who broke in, you are the inheritor." ”

"Hundreds of years have passed, and there is finally anyone who has obtained the teacher's books, deconstructed the mysteries, and condensed the imprint of inheritance......

The figure was sighing, as if happy, as if sad.

There was a bleakness.

The pupil witchcraft dissipated.

Outside.

"Hmm......"

Mo Lin couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, and subconsciously took a step or two back.

He felt a pang of distraction in his chest, and his blood kept rising and falling.

So Maureen stretched out his hand and held on to a stone next to him, gasping for breath.