In the attic, Simon put away the book with a calm face, he had decided to change his style, he should be more prepared and more active in contact with the world, after all, the leisurely days left for him should not be too long.

After all, do you really believe that a person's luck can really be so good?

A young man with excellent psychic talent, casually bought a book in a second-hand bookstore, which is an encyclopedia of psychic rituals that ordinary people basically can't touch, and the author is afraid that you won't understand, not only writes from shallow to deep, from simple to complex, but also specializes in special phonetic explanations of some of these cold and ancient spells.

And when he channeled for the first time, he happened to find an ancient mirror sealed with ghosts, and then he succeeded again.

It's just so lucky, isn't it? Lady Luck smiling at him?

Simon doesn't think so, he seems familiar with this kind of trick!

I think that at the beginning, a secret realm in the Hanhai Law Realm was discovered, and a secret magic technique of the Barbarian Hercules Demon Body was transmitted, which can be described as a boiling rumor.

And basically every monk who has been to this secret realm can obtain this inheritance, and many casual cultivators who do not have the fundamental method have switched to this secret technique, among which the people who fit this method have cultivated for thousands of miles, and soon broke into a lot of fame, which also attracted more wild fox Zen to practice this secret technique of the devil's path.

But I don't know why, every time a cultivator who has this skill cultivates to the last level, he will mysteriously disappear, which also leads to rumors that this skill is ominous and is the envy of heaven and earth, and the cultivator will suffer misfortune, but there are always guys who are not afraid of evil to cultivate.

It's just that some careful people later discovered that the missing ones all have a characteristic, that is, they are particularly suitable for this kind of spell, and when they cultivate, they will more or less have a lot of secret treasures that increase this skill.

They either obtained it when they traded with others, or they found it when they traveled and explored secrets, and among them, there were even those who were deeply blessed, when he was in retreat and cultivating, a beast with a talent and wisdom broke into the cave and was killed by the cave protection array, leaving behind the treasure of cultivating gods and demons such as the White Bone Liuli Pill on his corpse.

Due to the increasing number of unknown occurrences, the number of practitioners of this skill has gradually decreased, so that it has gradually been forgotten.

After a few years, news suddenly came from the world that Deng Yin, the elder of the Western Demon Sect, had cultivated into thirty-six White Bone Hercules magic forms, thus killing the previous sect leader in one fell swoop and becoming the new Western Demon Sect leader.

It is said that some people who have seen Deng Yin's Shenjun make a move have found that several of his white bone Hercules magic images are very similar to several cultivators who cultivated the Barbarian Hercules Demon Body back then, but unfortunately no one dared to question it face-to-face, so that this matter eventually became a small rumor.

Simon has not made any big moves since he took the repossession, and because of this, he is not sure whether his resurrection by the psychic is really an accident or if someone is scheming.

He was able to pass the past two years peacefully, in fact, even he was a little surprised, but the day when the seeds were planted and eventually ripened and picked, he couldn't entrust others to forget his existence.

I hope that I can surprise myself at that time, and I will not waste more than two years of thinking about it in vain.

After all, he is also a dignified and true person, and if he wants to swallow himself, he must also be prepared to be crushed and full of teeth.

For a moment, there was silence in the pavilion, except for the lamp that flickered with an increasingly dense fluorescence.

Fatasco, a real estate agent by profession, was sitting on the side of the West Fields Highway in formal suits, oblivious to the attention of others.

Well, while he may be dressed a little too formally, as a job agent, he agrees that a professional image will make him more convincing and make his clients trust him more.

He was waiting for a young client, and Fatesco was sure that he would be able to make the deal today, because he had seen last time that his little client liked the cottage down the hill from McKinley's Hill, and it should be easy to negotiate this time.

Although he didn't understand why a young man would like a small cottage not far from a remote cemetery, what did it matter, as long as it allowed him to earn money.

It didn't take long for his client to appear, and Fatasco won with what he thought was the kindest and gentlest smile, eight white teeth glistening in the sun.

Simon drove behind Fatasco's car and soon came to the cottage he had set his eye on more than a year ago.

When Fatasco got out of the car, he looked around and said with an exaggerated expression, "Ah!1 The scenery here is really good, and the air is much better than in Nurendo, and I want to buy a house here and move my family here." ”

"Mr. Simon, you have such a unique vision to choose a wonderful house. ”

Simon looked up at the slightly desolate surroundings, then at the former faded and dilapidated villa, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I also think the scenery here is very good, and there is a miserable beauty of desolation and forgetfulness." And at least no one will complain about me anymore for a party here, I've been complained about by my neighbors more than five times this year, fined me 800 dollars, and volunteered to work as a cleaner for hours. ”

"Then I want to congratulate you, Mr. Simon, and I'm sure no one will complain about you again after you bought it. Fatasco naturally answered, and then pointed to the cemetery on the mountain with a strange smile, "You can also take a few beautiful girls to the top of the mountain to explore the danger at night, I believe it will definitely make them scream and orgasm!"

Simon nodded in agreement, thinking to himself that if he showed them what he had put on the mountain, they would scream and orgasm.

The two looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent, and they both felt that the other party really knew how to play, and they felt a little sympathetic to each other.

Time passed in the conversation, and Fatasco really lived up to his status as an elite salesman, telling him many experiences that only veteran drivers have, such as overtaking in corners, flying in double cars, drifting in sewers, and other extremely difficult operations.

After Simon used his mobile phone to call him the final payment at one time, Fatasco licked his lips and said, "Simon, do you really want to spend the night here, in fact, we can go to Vienna at night, well, you know!"

Simon was tempted to say, "Actually, I don't understand anything!" but he smiled incomprehensibly and said, "Wait a minute, my guys will come over, you know it's a good place, it's very convenient." ”

He didn't say it very clearly, but Fatasco had already made up all the contents, what a group of young people could do in a remote and uncontrolled cottage was nothing more than to swallow a little thing to cheer up, and then release hormone exchange points and bodily fluids to each other.

This kind of thing is all too common in the United States of Adolia, after all, I used to play like this when I was younger.

"Well, then, have a great first night in your new home!" Fatasco didn't talk nonsense, and simply started the car and drove away.

Simon looked at the sun, which was about to set at the foot of the mountain, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips.

Not long after the sun had set, it was already dark at the foot of Mount McKinley, not even a little light in sight, it was not as bright as in Nurondory, and the few small cottages in the vicinity were empty.

Only a few night crows let out a few shrill calls, but other than that, it was quiet, after all, it was close to winter, not to mention that there was still that thing on the mountain, and there would be no small life.

Simon walked slowly up the hill alone, like a traveler who came out to play, but the scene was a little weird, after all, no one would go to the cemetery at night to travel.

By the moonlight, he easily went up the mountain, shuttling between the graves.

Simon was dressed in moonlight, subconsciously concentrating and inhaling sharply, only the cold wind on the top of the mountain was inhaled in his lungs, he coughed involuntarily twice, and then there was a rare silence on his face, after all, he had swallowed the moon for hundreds of years, and he habitually swallowed it when he saw the moon, but he forgot that he had already fallen into a foreign land at this moment.

This moon is not the other moon!

The heavens of the Hanhai Dharma Realm are round, the sun rises and the moon sets under the Heavenly Dao, and countless living beings depend on it for their survival, and monks are no exception.

In this world, people live on a round planet, the sun and the moon are all planets, the moon does not shine yet, and the light they see is the reflection of the sun's light.

The stars in the sky are all planets, and the starlight we see every moment now is actually transmitted from hundreds of millions of years ago.

All of this made him, a visitor from another world, wonderful, the universe is really infinitely wonderful, and it also made him more firm in his belief that only by stepping into immortality can he truly appreciate this infinitely beautiful and wonderful world.

"Click, click!"

Just when Simon was in the shock of the universe, suddenly there was a sound of something chewing and biting, coming from a corner not far away.

He immediately came back to his senses from his divergent thoughts, could it be that there were some wild beasts eating on this mountain? It was not impossible, after all, it was not uncommon for this place to be far from the city, and there were wild animals.

"Click!"

He pulled out a Remington 597 automatic pistol from the holster under his armpit, then opened the safety and walked cautiously forward.

After all, as a citizen of the United States of Adoria, it is too normal to have a gun with him, and as an excellent taxpayer, his holding of a gun also reflects the rights that every citizen should have under the Constitution of the United States of Adoria, which is the embodiment of freedom, the right of the owner!

Of course, as for the small question of why he has such a powerful firearm that obviously does not meet the regulations, he doesn't need to pay too much attention to it, after all, everyone is a citizen of the United States, so there is no need to take it too seriously.

Simon held the gun in both hands, and walked carefully to the corner with small steps, and under the moonlight, a fragrant and blood-inflating scene appeared in front of him.