"This ......" was really driven by curiosity, Wang Ming put down the book he was reading in his hand and cautiously approached the reception desk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I don't even have a name..... Wang Ming looked at the book, the yellowed cover was covered with dust, and the cover didn't even have the name of the work and the name of the author.

"It won't be ......" A thought flashed through Wang Ming's mind, so he picked up the book and flipped through it: "It can't be the shady curtain he specially left for me to see......"

To Wang Ming's disappointment, the content of the book was almost an ancient romance novel, rather than the revelation of the underworld that Wang Ming expected.

"I'm playing......" The disappointed Wang Ming casually threw the nameless romance novel aside, paced out of the history museum and rested his eyes.

"Demon Magic Hall?" As soon as he walked out of the History Museum, a smaller room caught Wang Ming's attention: countless fantasies once again flooded his mind - the story of the little man stealing martial arts and reaching the pinnacle of mastery unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"Hello sir," a woman dressed in Qing Dynasty costume stood at the reception desk in front of the Demon Hall, "Is there anything you need?"

Wang Ming was surprised that the History Hall was so big but there was no receptionist, this Demon Hall was honest, in terms of scale, it was a slightly larger toilet, and some people might believe it, so it was equipped with a receptionist.

"I want to ......" Wang Ming scratched his cheeks, he thought to himself that the pursuit of progress and excellence is not something to be ashamed of, why can't he tell the truth: "I want to learn high-level witchcraft, so come and see." ”

"Sir, please wait a minute......"

The woman took out a pair of glasses from the drawer at the reception desk in front of her, put them on, and looked at Wang Ming through the lenses for a long time.

"Sir's monster level is 8, but the demon power level is only 7, so you can only check the contents of the first bookshelf inside, and the other bookshelves will be automatically locked, please forgive me. ”

"This ......" Compared with the strange glasses that the woman took out, Wang Ming seemed to be even more unable to understand this rule: "Can you tell me why?"

"That's right," the woman took off her glasses and put them back in the drawer: "The underworld has clear regulations for monsters to consult witchcraft books, and monsters can only find witchcraft that is lower than their own level, and if they want to find something that is equal to their own level, or even higher than their own level, they need the approval of the Hades Judge." "This is for the sake of the safety of the underworld, and the second is for the sake of the physical health and mental health of the monsters. ”

"Then the Judge wants to find out the magic that is higher than him?"

"That needs the approval of Hades. ”

"Then the Hades ......" Wang Ming felt bored and waved his hand: "Okay, then I'll go and see the first bookshelf, is there a time limit?"

"You don't have this, you can watch it for as long as you want. ”

"It's really boring......" The fantasy plot came to naught again, but it was all here, Wang Ming decided to take a look. The books in the hall are very tightly arranged, and the small room holds thousands of books on witchcraft. However, starting with the bookshelves closest to the counter, the rest of the bookshelves were firmly locked by chains made of runes.

"The Architecture and Construction of Hexeldom - Primary ......"

"On the Rationality and Constraints of Humanoid Monster Demon Technique Activated by Pulse......"

"What the hell is this Nima...... I don't know, the more I look at it, the more I feel bad, Wang Ming stopped in front of the bookshelf in disappointment: "This is not the witchcraft I want to see......

"Huh," just as Wang Ming turned around and wanted to leave, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a book called "Introduction to Self-Created Demon Arts", and he reached out and took the book off the shelf: "It's almost ......"

"Have you decided?" The receptionist came out not long after seeing Wang Ming enter: "I'm going to borrow this copy of "Introduction to Self-Created Witchcraft", right, there is no need for anything else?"

"Tell you that I have a big need," Wang Ming sneered: "But you don't meet it, what can I do?"

"So," the receptionist smiled slightly: "That's it, just take it away, when I scanned it just now, I had already recorded Mr.'s information." ”

"Or I have another request. ”

"Sir, please. ”

"How about going out for a cup of coffee together?"

"I'm sorry sir," the receptionist's refined face smiled, "Not today, I have to be on duty, you can make an appointment with the History Museum, she should be off work soon." ”

"I'll make ......an appointment," Wang Ming was confused by this answer, and didn't know what to say, but he felt that something was wrong: "You mean the History Museum?"

"Yes," the receptionist pointed to the direction where Wang Ming came just now: "Didn't Mr. Fang Cai come from over there, didn't you see it, if you haven't seen it before, you can go and see it now." ”

"Oh......" Wang Ming chewed on this answer thoughtfully: "In other words, the History Museum also has a receptionist, right?"

"Yes, and he's tall and long-legged, complaining all day long that he's single......"

"Okay, okay......" Wang Ming smiled and waved his hand: "I still like your type, let's make an appointment with you another day when I improve my realm." ”

"Then sir, go slowly. ”

Leaving the Demon Hall, Wang Mingyu hurriedly ran towards the History Museum - the History Museum has a receptionist, so why is it empty when he goes in? Why is there a wordless romance novel thrown at the reception desk after Ji Xiaolan leaves?

"Fortunately......" Seeing that the wordless book was still lying on the ground, Wang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the book.

"Hello sir, do you need any help?" Wang Ming only felt bright, and looked up to see that it was a woman wearing Qing Dynasty clothes - tall and long-legged, that is, the receptionist of the history museum did not run.

"The book I borrowed is here. Wang Ming raised the book in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and prepared to leave.

"Sir......" At this moment, the receptionist stopped Wang Ming.

"What's wrong?"

"This book doesn't belong in the History Museum. ”

"I know ......" Wang Ming himself felt that his smile was very stiff at this time: "When I walked here just now, I left this book behind, look at my memory." ”

"Yes sir, please walk slowly and let me know if necessary. ”

"That's right......" Wang Ming was about to walk out of the history museum, and looked back at the receptionist curiously: "You didn't go to work just now, did you?"

"Yes," the receptionist nodded with a smile: "Just now, Director Ji Xiaolan asked me to help in the library, saying that he helped me watch here, did you see him?"

"See...... See. ”

"Pretty handsome, huh?"

"Huh?"