"How did you recognize that?"

"Xu Min" looked at Qin Mo in front of him with interest.

"Recognize?" Qin Mo scoffed at the current "Xu Min" wording, "Still need to recognize it?" From the soul, the taste of you and Xu Lao is different. ”

looked at the person in front of him with Erlang's legs crossed, just like a hooligan. Qin Mo closed his eyes and read silently: This is Xu Lao, this is Xu Lao, this is Xu Lao...

Reluctantly, Qin Mo controlled his urge to directly smash the teacup on the face of the unscrupulous person in front of him.

"Tut-tut, that's amazing." This "Xu Min" looked unbeaten, "I thought it was how I recognized it, but it turned out to be smelled with my nose." What's the matter, the roaring dog under the throne of Erlang God? This nose is quite smart. ”

This person was so cheap that Qin Mo felt that he might have used up his life's self-control to restrain his urge to punch him directly and kill him directly.

"Get out."

With the sound of the teacup being directly slammed on the coffee table by Qin Mo, Qin Mo's voice sounded. Obviously, Qin Mo had already been provoked.

"Xu Min" also knew very well that his crispy appearance now probably couldn't help Qin Mo's ability to do it, so he simply left Qin Mo's house neatly.

"Are you alright?"

In the living room where Qin Mo was left alone, an ethereal female voice suddenly sounded.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Qin Mo collapsed on the sofa with his eyes closed and replied tiredly.

"Okay." The voice said.

It was about a second later, a green halo enveloped Qin Mo, and Qin Mo obviously felt the recovery of his energy and physical strength.

"Thank you, Christine." This is undoubtedly a timely rain for Qin Mo.

"You're welcome." The ethereal female voice, Christine, chuckled softly, and then there was really no sound.

After Qin Mo collapsed on the sofa for a while, he picked up the book he had obtained after his ability awakening and began to study it.

To be honest, this book has been studied by him for a long time, and those in the know feel that there is nothing left to study. But Qin Mo, as the owner of this book, always felt that something was still wrong with this book.

With a thought, this book appeared directly in Qin Mo's hand.

is not the same as the image in literary works, Qin Mo's book is full of faint silver light. Of course, it can't be opened, no matter whether it's Qin Mo or whoever it is, the result is the same.

So the scope of research is the cover of this book.

When I picked up this book, it looked more like a book from some years, with a rather contemporary yellow, and even the reading was vertical. However, the characters inside are simplified characters used in modern mainland China. It looks a little strange, but it feels very harmonious inexplicably.

The shell is an unknown material of non-gold and non-jade, but it is beautiful, translucent, with a milky white color like smoke inside, and a faint glow in the sun.

If left quietly there, the book is more like a perfect ornament. The whole book was extremely hard and like a whole, which made Qin Mo quite hard.

Holding this book, Qin Mo walked while distracted. When I passed by the kitchen and saw all kinds of knives hanging inside, I suddenly had a flash of inspiration...

Isn't there often the kind of bloody confession in the novel? I don't know if it's true, but I have to try my best.

Recently, there has always been a sense of urgency that Qin Mo can't eat or sleep well and do nothing, and Qin Mo always feels that the key to breaking the game is probably the book in his hand now. That's why he suddenly remembered to study this book.

Cut one open, bleed ...

No, another one.

Cut another one, bleed ...

Still doesn't work, change another one...

In this way, Qin Mo's ten fingers have been cut, although science tells him that the blood in his whole body should have the same effect, but there is an inexplicable impulse that governs him to keep changing to another finger and another finger...

This approach should be feasible.

Qin Mo thought so.

But the problem now is that the blood of ten fingertips is not good, so you have to change positions. Next Location...

Eyebrows?

Or is it a blood of the heart?

This was Qin Mo's first reaction.

The blood in the heart is too dangerous, so it's better to try the blood of the eyebrows first.

Qin Mo thought so, so he really squeezed out his eyebrows and blood and dripped it on the book...

There is a response!

The book moved slightly in Qin Mo's gaze. But nothing has been done since then.

At this time, if Qin Mo didn't know what he should do, it would definitely be fake.

You really have to work hard...

After hesitating for a moment, I don't know if I was really crazy, Qin Mo prepared the medicine box, then aimed at the position of his heart, ruthlessly, and inserted a knife into it...

Huh?

How does it not hurt?

Qin Mo, who was ready to faint in pain, looked confused, he didn't feel any pain at all.

When I looked down, I found that the knife I was holding in my hand had only cut through my chest a little, and it was only bleeding a little, but every time a little blood oozed out would disappear inexplicably...

Guided by an inexplicable energy, Qin Mo looked at the book that had just been placed on the coffee table for convenience.

The milky white smoke on the book has been stained pink with blood, with a decadent and dreamy beauty.

As the blood is inhaled little by little, the color of the smoke becomes thicker and redder, eventually turning blood red.

Without the original holiness, without the beauty of the middle, the final book is ominous, but it has a powerful flavor.

At the moment when all the smoke turned blood red, Qin Mo heard a crisp sound like something cracking.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Qin Mo froze.

His book, cracked.

It's a thorough kind.

From the edge of the haze, it is directly cracked, and the outline of the haze is perfectly outlined.

And then, again.

The smoke cracked, too.

It looked like it was in the center of the smoke, split in two, and in that place, there was a small and delicate egg, lying there quietly.

Just looking at this egg, Qin Mo felt that he had seen the eternal rush in a trance, the slow flow of the long river of time, and the verdant destruction of all things...

Qin Mo, who woke up, felt as if he had experienced a century, but the electronic clock that was telling the time told him accurately - "You have only been away for three minutes."

Qin Mo picked up the egg lying on the ground and looked at it carefully.

The egg doesn't have any patterns on it, it doesn't look anything special, it even looks a bit like a shelled quail egg.