[Isn't it! Actually let this human come out safely? 】

[What does that bastard crab mean?] 】

【Up!】 Whoever grabbed it was whom. 】

A group of demons looked at Mark as if they were ready to order fries, until someone pulled out a bone machete......

It's not a machete, but it's not appropriate.

If you look closely, you will see that this is not a knife, it is a 50 cm long, thin piece of bone with an extremely sharp side, but the end is blunt, and there is a small section that extends out, like the grip of a machete.

However, the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from this bone knife tell all the other demons and gods where it came from: it came from a small jagged fragment of the crab god's pincers.

For humans, it's no different than a small piece of cut nails.

However, in this abyssal space, it represents its will - this kid is my man, and to move him is to oppose me.

All at once, all the evil spirits and demons were silent.

The abyss has the rules of the abyss, and in this situation no one will continue to attack Mark without a long eye.

Countless evil eyes, big and small, watched Mark sink unscrupulously.

Bison chicks were shocked: [Mark, why don't you leave!?] 】

[I haven't caught enough!] 】

There is definitely no more to be gained from these demons, and it does not mean that there are no other good things in this dark spiritual abyss.

Sure enough, under the protection of the power of the crab evil god, Mark finally caught a glimpse of a thing that flashed a strange blue light.

Swimming over, Mark felt that this spiritual power crystal did not have the unique dirty aura of evil demons, but had a faint sense of purity.

Byson was stunned and asked, "This is ......]

【A gift from a senior!】 】

Getting this thing, Mark stopped grinding and swam up above the abyss.

It seems to sense Mark's will to leave, and there are no other demons pestering him.

Mark felt a tremendous push pouring out from the bottom of the abyss, pushing his spirit body and arching it out of this strange world in a few strokes.

Soon, a colorful streamer with an indescribable aura flashed under Mark's eyes......

"Poof!"

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Mark was surprised to find that he had returned to his body. One stumbled backwards, rather embarrassed to sit on a chair in front of the bookshelf.

As soon as he sat down, Mark had not fully recovered his senses, and was surprised to find that several war knives exuding a cold aura had reached his neck.

Sure enough, the armor that was originally waiting in the secret room has been occupied by the Heroic Spirit at this moment.

These souls with translucent and heroic faces were staring at Mark, and they would slash Mark under the knife without saying a word.

The projection of the mysterious old man who had just greeted Mark reappeared, looking at Mark with a bloodstained face, his expression was quite serious, and there was an irresistible majesty in his rumbling voice.

"Answer me! Mystery! Have you sold your soul to the Evil? ”

Not only ask people, but also ask hearts.

This question directly tortured Mark's spirit.

The old man's spiritual power was completely expanded, sensing Mark's entire spiritual sea, but any trace of evil fluctuations would be detected at the first time.

Mark shook his head, "I didn't sell my soul. ”

The old man asked, "Have you ever blasphemed the god of knowledge?" ”

"The god of knowledge has not been blasphemed!" Mark's right hand had a flash of inspiration and drew a small six-pointed star.

Until this moment, the old man's expression was obviously relaxed.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Have you ever prepared to spread forbidden knowledge and beliefs!?" ”

Mark still shook his head: "What I am going to do will not go beyond what the God of Knowledge allows. ”

The old man shook his hand, and the blades around Mark's neck retracted in unison.

Mark went deep into the [Book of the Hidden Sea] and came out intact, this time not only the old man, but also the mysterious masters of all walks of life who were watching were also shocked.

"Didn't he, he really carried it?"

"How is this possible?"

"Isn't it because he didn't dive in at all?"

There is a lot of noise in the spiritual communication circuit. Under the excitement, these big people can't care about any manners.

The loudest ones, of course, are the ones who are overpowering.

"Wait! Did he really go through the table of contents and enter the pagination? ”

"Really? Isn't he the first super-genius in a hundred years to accomplish this feat? ”

"I'm not convinced! Ask him, did he go to the pagination? ”

The commotion in the spiritual circuit, the old man naturally heard it.

His face softened: "I'm local curator Justin Mullindorff, and the next is a personal question, you can choose to answer it or not." But if you answer, I will give you 5,000 mystery points in my personal name. ”

Mark nodded.

"What did you get out of the book? I don't mean the specific harvest, you just need to tell me what type of stuff it is. ”

"It's that simple?"

The old man smiled and stroked his gray beard: "If the mystery is known to everyone, it is not a mystery." While it is essential to be curious as an occultist, it is also essential to respect the privacy of those who inquired about the mysteries. ”

Mark avoided the heavy and lightly, gently opened his left hand, and what he showed in front of the masters was a mass of spiritual power crystallization.

Perhaps after a long period of washing, a lot of crystals are missing.

A sharp-eyed master could still tell that this was a certain senior who had explored the [Book of the Hidden Sea], and in despair, engraved some mysterious spell in his memory in his spiritual imprint.

This imprint is so powerful and condensed, Rao has spent a long time in the book, and it has not been completely divided and swallowed.

No one knows what it is, they just know, it's definitely good stuff.

Someone patted their foreheads, someone screamed pity.

Perhaps, Mark didn't find the real power in the book, but picking up the legacy of his predecessors is not a huge gain?

Curator Justin didn't hold back his curiosity, but was secretly voiced by an old friend, and helplessly asked: "Have you ever been to a certain tab in the book?" The answer doesn't matter to me, it's just for a friend of mine to ask. The reward for answering is also 5000 points. ”

Mark blinked: "I went to a place that wasn't harmful to me. Of course, it is also part of the world in the book. ”

Answering can also be an art.

Mark knew that the old man was probably using secret techniques such as 'mantra' on him to check if he was telling the truth.

But telling the truth and revealing information are two different things.

He answered questions so cleverly that the masters who wanted to pick up some bargains yelled in frustration.

The curator smiled: "I don't have a problem. Congratulations, young man! If you don't mind, there are plenty of occult masters who would love to talk to you alone. Of course, the whole process remains private, and only the two of you know what the conversation is about. If you agree, I'll bring in the communication. ”

Mark felt a little wonderful.

Not so long ago, he was a guinea pig to watch.

Until now, he has become a legend who waits for a price.

He's not stupid, if he comes up with a strategy, the value of the [Book of the Sea] will immediately soar like a rocket. Even if he doesn't give a strategy, even if he reveals a little fur, he can also get a lot of mystery points.

Mark smiled and stood up and looked Curator Justin in the eye, "I don't mind a private chat. But before I do that, I want to ask, if I want to read the [Book of the Sea] again......"

"Half price!" The curator was concise and to the point.

Well, the second monument is half price, which is good.

Soon, the first master came in contact, and a dense blue light shield rose around it, isolating all energy flows from spiritual peeps.

"Hello! I'm Antonio Banaji......"

The old Victorian gentleman introduced himself as soon as he came up, and then Balabala said a whole bunch of things.

Provincial stream: This product promises Mark to be promoted to an official and make a fortune to marry Bai Fumei! The condition is to be a visiting professor at a mysterious university in Victoria.

Mark politely declined, and didn't even sell any information.

The conditions of the next few masters are much the same.

If Mark were an ordinary occultist, he would have taken this route.

As the existence of occult headlines that could be made at any time with [Professor Destini died violently in XXX], their proposal, Mark did not consider at all.

Until......

"Mark, you've surprised me!" That's what Dean Margaret said.

The appearance shield can only be biased over strangers, and real acquaintances can't be deceived.

It's really not unusual to be recognized.

Looking at the old dean's spiritual projection, Mark touched his nose embarrassedly: "I said, the world is so big......"

"Alas! There should be a limit to pushing the limits. You just got out of my sight to make such a big deal. I don't even know how to say it. ”

"Uh, teacher, I'll try not to do this kind of thing in the future." Mark coped.

"Let's not talk about those vanities, well, take this well." The old dean didn't talk nonsense, and directly transferred 200,000 mysterious points.

Mark's brain was stuck for three seconds before he said faintly: "Teacher, shouldn't it be ......?"

Margaret's wrinkles spread out in a bright smile: "Those old immortal fellows bet heavily, thinking that you will become crazy as soon as you open the [Book of the Sea]. As your teacher, of course, you have to support your best students! ”

From another point of view, the dean is announcing in a tone of great pride that he has played a winner-takes-all.

Mark didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

It's a little helpless.

If you think about it, it's nothing.

The king bureau of the master group is not something that can be mixed with a newcomer in the mysterious world like him. This cheap teacher is willing to share the spoils, which is already very conscientious.

"Thank you, teacher."

"I did take the lion's head. No way, the expenses of our academy are also very large. I got the rubbings of the rare collection of books, and I want to put them in the library of the Mystery Academy. ”

"I'm happy to contribute to my alma mater."

"If you want to open it, it's fine. Anything else, is there anything I can do to help? ”

Marx pondered: "This, there really is, I need some spiritual materials......"

A big connoisseur like Margaret knew what was going on as soon as she heard it, her face turned pale, and she asked with concern: "Wait! That's what you're really getting, right? If it is a powerful evil god, even if it is a corpse, or it is in a sealed state, it cannot be taken lightly. Then a small stream of spirit can easily pollute your soul! ”