A group of evil heretics looked at Mark as if they were preparing to order French fries, until someone pulled out a bone machete...
Calling it a machete is actually not appropriate.
If you look closely, you will find that this is nothing like a knife. It is a 50cm long, thin bone fragment with an extremely sharp edge, but the end is blunt, and there is a small section extending out, like the handle of a machete.
However, the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from this bone knife told all other evil spirits its origin: it came from a small serrated fragment of the Crab Evil God's pliers.
To a human, this is no different than a small piece of fingernail clipping.
However, being in this abyss space represents its will - this kid is mine, and touching him means going against me.
Suddenly, all the evil spirits and demons became silent.
The abyss has its own rules. In this situation, no one will continue to attack Mark carelessly.
Countless evil eyes, big and small, just watched Mark sinking unscrupulously.
The Bison girl was shocked: [Mark, why don’t you leave!?]
【I haven’t gotten enough yet!】
There is definitely nothing more that can be obtained from these evil spirits, which does not mean that there are no other good things in this dark abyss of the spiritual world.
Sure enough, under the protection of the Crab Evil God, Mark finally caught a glimpse of something shining with a strange blue light.
Swimming over, Mark felt that this spiritual crystal did not have the dirty smell unique to evil spirits, but instead had a light sense of purity.
Bai Sen asked in astonishment: [This is...]
【Gift from seniors!】
After getting this thing, Mark stopped dawdling and swam towards the top of the abyss.
It seemed that Mark's will to leave was sensed, and no other evil spirits were entangled with him.
Mark secretly felt a huge push coming from the bottom of the abyss, pushing his spiritual body, and lifting it out of this evil world in just a few strokes.
Soon, a colorful stream of light containing an indescribable aura flashed through Mark's eyes...
"puff!"
Suddenly coming back to his senses, Mark was surprised to find that he was back in his body. He stumbled backwards and fell into a rather embarrassed position on an armchair in front of the bookshelf.
As soon as he sat down, Mark hadn't fully come back to his senses. He was surprised to find that several swords exuding cold aura had been placed on his neck.
Sure enough, the armors that were originally in the secret room were now occupied by heroic spirits.
These souls with translucent heroic faces were staring at Mark with all their might, ready to kill Mark with a knife if they disagreed.
The projection of the mysterious old man who had just greeted Mark appeared again. Looking at Mark whose face was covered in blood, his expression was quite serious, and his booming voice carried an irresistible majesty.
"Answer me! Mystic! Did you sell your soul to [Evil]?"
Not only ask people, but also ask their hearts.
This question directly tortured Mark's spirit.
The old man's mental power was completely expanded, sensing Mark's entire spiritual sea. Any trace of evil fluctuations would be detected immediately.
Mark shook his head: "I have never sold my soul."
The old man asked again: "Have you ever blasphemed the God of Knowledge?"
"Never blasphemed the God of Knowledge!" Mark suddenly had an idea on his right hand and drew a small six-pointed star.
Until this moment, the old man's expression was obviously relaxed.
He hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Have you ever prepared to spread taboo knowledge and beliefs!?"
Mark still shook his head: "What I am going to do will not exceed the scope allowed by the God of Knowledge."
The old man shook his hand, and the swords on Mark's neck retracted.
Mark went deep into the [Book of the Nether Sea] and came out intact. This time, not only the old man, but also the mysterious masters who were watching were shocked.
"No, he really endured it?"
"How is this possible?"
"Isn't it possible that he didn't 'dive' in at all?"
There was a lot of noise in the communication circuit of the spirit world. In the excitement, these big shots couldn't care less about their manners.
The loudest ones are of course the ones betting big.
"Wait! He really went through the catalog and entered the pagination?"
"Really? Isn't he the first super genius to accomplish this achievement in a century?"
"I'm not convinced! Ask him if he has gone to the page?"
The old man naturally heard the commotion in the circuit of the spiritual world.
His expression softened: "I am the local curator Justin Malindorf. What follows is a personal question. You can choose to answer or not. But if you answer, I will give you 5,000 in my own name."
Be mysterious.”
Mark nodded.
"What exactly did you gain from the book? I don't mean the specific gain, you just need to tell me what type of thing it is."
"So simple?"
The old man smiled and stroked his gray beard: "If a mystery is known to everyone, it is not a mystery. Although as a mysticist, it is necessary to maintain a strong curiosity, but we respect the pioneers who explore the mystery.
Privacy is also an essential etiquette.”
Mark avoided the important thing and gently opened his left hand. What was revealed in front of the masters was a mass of spiritual power crystallization.
Perhaps after a long period of washing, a lot of crystals have been lost.
A master with a keen eye can still tell that this is a senior who explored the "Book of the Nether Sea". In despair, he engraved some mysterious spell in his memory into his spiritual imprint.
This brand is so powerful and condensed that even after spending a long time in the book, it has not been completely divided and swallowed up.
No one knows what it is, they just know that it's definitely good stuff.
Some people slapped their foreheads, and some screamed, "It's a pity."
Perhaps, Mark did not find the truly powerful power in the book, but picking up the legacy of his predecessors, isn’t it a huge gain?
Curator Justin could not suppress his curiosity, but was secretly heard from an old friend and asked helplessly: "Have you been to a certain page in the book? The answer is not important to me, this is just asking for a friend of mine.
The reward for answering is also 5,000 points."
Mark blinked: "I went to a place that is not 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 probably used some secret technique like 'Truth Word Technique' on him to check whether he was telling the truth.
But telling the truth and revealing information are two different concepts.
He answered questions so cleverly that the masters who wanted to take advantage of him started yelling in annoyance.
The curator smiled: "I have no problem. Congratulations, young man! If you don't mind, there are many occult masters who would like to chat with you alone. Of course, the whole process will be kept private, and only you two will know the content of the conversation.
If you agree, I will connect the communication."
Mark felt a little strange.
Not long ago, he was a guinea pig for everyone to watch.
Until now, he has become a legend waiting to be sold.
He is not stupid. If he comes up with a guide, the value of [Book of Nether Sea] will immediately soar like a rocket. Even if he doesn't give a guide, even if he reveals a little bit, he can still get a lot of mysteries.
point.
Mark stood up with a smile and looked directly into Curator Justin's eyes: "I don't mind chatting in private. But before that, I want to ask, if I want to read [The Book of the Nether Sea] again..."
"Half price!" the curator said concisely.
Well, the second monument is half price, which is pretty good.
Soon, the first master came in contact, and a dense blue light shield rose around him, blocking out all energy flow and spiritual power.
"Hello! I am Antonio Banerji..."
This old Victorian gentleman introduced himself as soon as he came up, and then he talked a lot.
Save money: This guy promised Mark a promotion and fortune to marry Bai Fumei! The condition is that he will be appointed as a visiting professor at a mysterious university in Victoria.
Mark declined the offer and did not even sell any information.
The conditions for the next few masters are similar.
If Mark was an ordinary mystical scholar and took this route, he could make a serious choice.
As someone who could make occult headlines at any time with "Professor Destiny died suddenly in XXX", Mark would not consider their proposal at all.
until……
"Mark, you really surprise me!" was the first sentence of Dean Margaret.
Appearance shielding can only deflect strangers, but real acquaintances cannot be deceived.
It's really not unusual to be recognized.
Looking at the spiritual world projection of the old dean, Mark touched his nose embarrassedly: "I said, the world is so big..."
"Alas! There should be a limit to pushing the limits. You caused such a big thing just after you left my sight. I don't know how to explain it."
"Uh, teacher, I'll try not to do this kind of thing in the future." Mark said calmly.
"Let's not talk about the empty ones. Here, take this." The old dean didn't talk nonsense and directly transferred 200,000 mysterious points.
Mark's mind was stuck for three seconds before he said quietly: "Teacher, could it be..."
Margaret's wrinkles softened in her bright smile: "Those old immortal guys made a big bet, thinking that you will become a madman as soon as you open the [Book of Nether Sea]. As your teacher, of course I must
Support your best students!”
From another angle, the dean was announcing with great pride that he had played a winner-take-all game.
Mark didn't know whether he should be angry or laugh.
A little helpless.
If you think about it carefully, it's nothing.
The king's bureau formed by the masters is not something that a newbie in the mysterious world like him can get involved with. This cheap teacher is very conscientious if he is willing to share the spoils.
"Thank you, teacher."
"I did get a lot of money. I can't help it, our college's expenses are also very high. I got rubbings of rare books, which I want to put in the mystery college's library."
"I am happy to contribute to my alma mater."
"Just think about it. Otherwise, is there anything I can do to help?"
Marx asked for a moment: "This is really there. I need some spiritual summoning materials..."
An expert like Margaret knew what was going on when she heard it. She looked stern and asked with concern: "Wait! Is this your real gain? If it is a powerful evil god, even a corpse, or in a
Don’t take your sealed state lightly. A small amount of spiritual current can easily pollute your soul!”
