Because the stranger who almost rubbed him off was dressed the same as him.

The same wizard in black robes and black hoods. The only difference is that the other party is holding a thick silver-sealed classical book in his hand.

And the other party is still a lady, her beautiful face is not hidden, her facial features are deep and beautiful, and she has a mixed European appearance. He is about 20 years old, but as for whether he is his real appearance, I don't know.

She reached out and stroked her light brown silky hair, glanced at Chen Feng, and was also stunned. Then he nodded politely and hurried away.

'I actually collided with a woman...... 'Chen Feng's face was full of bitterness.

But fortunately, his appearance was completely hidden, and others couldn't see what his expression was.

At this time.

Bell Bell ......

The bronze bell on the steps ahead was pulled by someone and made a deep sound.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the 1,949th noon meeting of the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Texts and Monuments' is about to be held. Please take your seats and refrain from making noise. ”

As the sound of the bell-ringer came out, everyone in the hall immediately entered the bronze conference table in an orderly manner and took their seats on both sides of the long table.

Chen Feng hurriedly found a place to sit down, but fortunately, everyone did not force a seat, and sat wherever it was empty.

After a while, about sixty people sat quietly.

Chen Feng glanced at it casually and found that the vast majority of people couldn't see their specific faces. And even if there are faces, they are all kinds of colors, not necessarily real.

Cleverly, as they took their seats, a subtle and detailed text appeared on the left chest of everyone's clothing, revealing their respective code names.

For example, Chen Feng himself, on the small text on his left chest, shows "Pangu".

The code names are all four common languages, like flowers, and they are clear at a glance. Chen Feng glanced around him a few times, and many people's code names were distinctive. As for whether it is a real name or not, it is difficult to say.

Chen Feng maintained the mysterious demeanor of the 'old god stick', and naturally placed his hands and fingers in front of him, leaning slightly on the high-backed chair. The face is hidden in the hood, giving people a calm and calm posture.

"Huh?" Chen Feng keenly sensed that someone was snooping, but he remained silent, his gaze in the hood swept slightly, and he froze on the opposite side.

"Why is it her ...... again," Chen Feng muttered silently.

At this moment, directly opposite him, the lady dressed as a black-robed wizard was also sitting quietly and indifferently. But her innocent gaze swept over Chen Feng.

Of all the people seated on both sides of the bronze conference table, only Chen Feng and this lady collided. And the two happened to sit opposite each other, inevitably meeting their eyes.

"Her code name is 'Nephilim'...... The name is indeed a good name, but the metaphor of this name is too coincidental...... Maybe I'm thinking too much......"

Chen Feng looked away from his embarrassed gaze and no longer paid attention to the lady codenamed 'Nephitian'. Instead, he looked at the head of the bronze table, the presiding officer who rang the bell.

From the image point of view, the host who rings the bell looks very orthodox. He was a middle-aged man of about forty years of age, with an ordinary appearance and a gold-rimmed monocle on his left eye. He wears a white shirt and gray vest inside, and a crisp dark black suit on the outside.

This person is very tall, almost 1.9 meters, with thick black hair combed into the back, and his demeanor is serious. The thin lips are pursed, adding to the demeanor of a professor and scholar.

"'Mr. Logic', well, it's also a good name...... "Chen Feng's gaze swept over the code name of the bell-ringing host.

Bang, Mr. Logic taps his fingers twice on the conference table, representing a hint before the opening speech. He looked around at everyone with a solemn and rigorous gaze, and said in a mellow voice:

"The 1,949th noon meeting of the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Texts and Monuments' has officially begun. There are also a lot of new members today, and as is customary, I would like to introduce myself first. ”

He gestured to the code name that appeared on his chest, "Logic, you can call me Mr. Logic, or Professor Logic." As the initiator and founder of the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Monuments', I will serve every member for the next few years until I can't do anything about it. ”

Mr. Logic said, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

Even though Chen Feng decided in his heart that this was just a virtual cyberspace, he was still swept away by Mr. Logic's falcon-like gaze, and adjusted his sitting posture slightly.

"That's all too true, isn't it...... Well, the entry of spiritual consciousness leads to the exaltation of the authenticity of feelings. Chen Feng thought silently and listened to Mr. Logic's speech.

"The purpose of the establishment of the Secret Garden of Ancient Texts and Monuments is to decipher more hellish texts, so as to uncover the hidden secrets of hell."

Mr. Logic continued, "And by decrypting the contents, we will release or accept commissions to trace the path to hell and the source of the bug, so as to seek what our members need. ”

When Chen Feng heard this, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart:

"The decryption of the Hell text, the ability to trace the path to Hell ? Can you still trace the source of the bug? The path to hell is reasonable, but what does the bug source creation have to do with hell? ”

As he pondered this point, he continued to listen quietly.

After Mr. Logic finished speaking, he paused, tapped the bronze conference table again, and looked around at the crowd:

"In order to ensure that all people have the same goal, in order to ensure that all members are of equal quality. At each lunchtime meeting, we will screen and weed out unqualified personnel. This is the elite system adhered to by the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Texts and Monuments', and it is also the insistence of all senior members. ”

When this passage was uttered, it immediately caused some commotion.

There were about a dozen new members, and the dissatisfaction was palpable. One of them, a feathered 'birdman', raised his hand in protest:

"The Dark River Network is equivalent to an elite screening, without member recommendations, ordinary ordinary people with poor quality or weak strength can't get in at all!"

The others echoed loudly: "That is, who of the people we can come in is not an extraordinary person who has been trained and matured?" There are no restrictions on the organization of houses on both sides of the dark river. Why do you need to screen? This is an extremely disrespectful way, and it is completely inconsistent with the truth of the Dark River Network! ”

Protest reverberated throughout the hall.

Mr. Logic, however, was expressionless, turned a blind eye, tapped the table again, and said in a mellow voice:

"If you don't agree and don't cooperate, you can leave the table and quit."

As soon as he said this, the voices of protest suddenly went out. Even the 'birdman' who took the lead in protesting was embarrassed and shut his mouth.

Chen Feng was amazed, from this point of view, the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Texts and Monuments' is indeed substantial. These newcomers are reluctant to leave the table.

Mr. Logic looked around, saw that there was no more protest, and said slowly: "Then now, it is still customary for each person to get a question." If the answer is out, it will be regarded as qualified. ”

"If you enter with a temporary pass, you will get full membership and you can participate in the entrustment and transaction of the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Monuments'."

"In addition, if the previous members do not meet the requirements, they will also be asked to leave the seat and withdraw from the table, and the qualification for the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Texts and Monuments' will be cancelled."

Chen Feng was slightly stunned when he heard this, so it seems that the elite screening system of the 'Secret Garden of Ancient Texts and Monuments' is very strict.

And those newcomers who had protested were also convinced when they heard this.

The old members sitting on both sides of the bronze conference table were all the same. Obviously, this system has long been widely accepted, and no one finds it inappropriate.

"Sure enough, Xueba still likes to be with Xueba...... Chen Feng silently spit out, but at the same time, he was looking forward to the so-called 'topic'.

If I pass the answer, I'll be able to get full membership. But I don't know what Mr. Logic will come up with......" Chen Feng thought a little apprehensively.

After Mr. Logic finished speaking, seeing that everyone had no objections, he immediately put his palm on the bronze conference table and pressed it slightly.

Almost instantly, a fist-sized cube appeared on the table in front of everyone. The fog and shadows are shrouded, and the image is displayed on the cube, but it is blurry and difficult to discern, and it is not known what exactly is displayed.

"Alright, let's get started, let's answer the questions." Mr. Logic tapped his fingers on the table again.

Chen Feng secretly looked at the old members around him, and saw that they all covered the cube with their palms, and immediately followed suit, covering his right palm on the cube as well.

In an instant, the light and shadow in front of Chen Feng's eyes were staggered, and a holographic picture appeared.

The picture is immersive, and Chen Feng is a bystander.

This is an underground sewer space in an unknown area, and although it seems to be wide, the environment is gloomy and gloomy, with sewage flowing everywhere and cluttered with small garbage.

Around a corner, four people of similar stature, also wearing gray and black trench coats and cold masks on their faces, surrounded the two wanted people, interrogating them.

Chen Feng's eyes focused on the two arrested people, and his eyes suddenly shrank, not only in surprise, but also in doubt if he had seen it wrong.

Because the two people who were wanted were not people at all!

The one on the left collapsed to the ground, dressed in a strange canvas cropped field uniform, and his exposed arms did not have mechanical prosthetics at all, but were covered with black hair as black as thorns. The calves are stout and barefoot, and the feet are like bear's paws, with black hair and four fingers as sharp as a cone.

His head was very large, but it was not a human face at all, but a 'werewolf face' that Chen Feng was very familiar with. It has a wide and long palate, fangs showing out of its cheeks, a nose that is raised, and bloodshot eyes. His hair was thick and black as thorns, and a field round-brimmed hat fell from the ground.

To the right of this 'werewolf', the other one who was wanted was similar in appearance to the 'werewolf', but it was shorter. The face is like that of a mouse, with a narrow palate, jagged cheeks, a nose that is higher and eyes like beans.

At this moment, in Chen Feng's opinion, it is equivalent to a 'werewolf' and a 'rat man', who was arrested on the spot. And the four extraordinary people in gray and black trench coats are being interrogated on the spot.

"What's going on? Is there a race in this world that I don't know exists? Chen Feng looked confused, but he couldn't be sure that what he was seeing at the moment was the truth, not the disguise of other extraordinary beings.

But just when Chen Feng was puzzled, one of the gray-black trench coat extraordinary men whispered to his companion, "Are you sure it's a Hell Subhuman?" ”

"Sure! Blood analysis does not belong to the federal humans! The other Extraordinary nodded, and said, "And the reaction of the 'Spirit' shows that it is a subhuman xenomorph, absolutely correct." ”

Chen Feng heard this sentence clearly, and the doubts in his heart were even more like stormy waves, he learned for the first time that there was still the so-called 'Hell Subhuman'.

"Could it be that this werewolf and rat man are the native race of hell? Called subhumans? Chen Feng stared at it, but unfortunately, in this scene, he couldn't open the 'Secret Eye' and 'Inspiration'.

The rat-man who collapsed on the ground seemed to be unconscious from blood loss, motionless. And although the werewolf was covered in scars, his fierce appearance was revealed, and he struggled to keep shouting out a language that Chen Feng couldn't understand.

"Translate it." The extraordinary person who asked the question before continued to say in a deep voice.

The Extraordinary One who replied took out a pen-shaped object and plunged it into the back of the werewolf's head. Almost instantly, a fragmented text of hell emerged from the end of the 'pen' like a wave of light.

Chen Feng recognized at a glance what this fragmented text was talking about.

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The author is still trying to save the manuscript and look forward to the update.

Thank you all for your support.

It's Friday, and it's almost time for the decisive battle!

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