The Bible appeared in the mythological society of the West. It was believed by Jews and Europeans at that time, and believed that there were really gods.
But with the industrial age and the arrival of the nuclear weapons era, the great powers of the world completely declared that the "God" did not exist.
But even so, there are still many believers in God around the world.
"Strange, how could the Bible be stained with blood?"
Zhuo Bufan frowned and showed suspicion on his face.
Such a sacred thing cannot be stained with blood, and these blood stains contain a strong evil aura.
Zhuo Bufan closed his eyes, and his mental power in the void was discovered into the Bible, and then the whole picture turned around.
Magnificent buildings, towering statues, vast plains and countries appeared in Zhuo Bufan's mind, but the picture in his mind changed again. The army went on a war, the iron cavalry was in a state of might, blood gathered into a river, and the white bones were like mountains.
The whole earth seemed to be infected by this miserable aura. Someone in the sky spread her white wings, holding a golden giant sword in her hand, and her feathers were stained with bright red blood.
Some people were also shrouded in black robes, revealing their white faces and terrifying fangs.
Some people rode a huge wild wolf into the battlefield like lightning, and some people threw it into the battlefield with lightning in their hands, instantly hiding millions of corpses.
There were also some priests wearing black robes who muttered words and summoned skeleton warriors.
The battle is dark and the sun and the moon are inverted.
Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes, and a hint of clarity flashed across his eyes.
"This is an ancient battlefield in the West, and there seems to be a 'god' appearing." Zhuo Bufan murmured to himself.
Of course he didn't believe that there was really a god. Those "guys" who had unimaginable abilities to ordinary people were just some guys with super superpowers and bloodlines. For example, monks from the Dragon Kingdom moved mountains, filled seas, controlled thunder and lightning, summoned phoenix feathers, and sprinkled beans into soldiers. These are called "gods" in the eyes of ordinary people.
"The scenes I saw here are the same as those seen in the Magic Box. Are the places where those fighting are ancient battlefield ruins?" Zhuo Bufan was puzzled.
At this time, the hotel lobby.
Just now, when Zhuo Bufan and Tangmen and others came in, they were seen by a girl.
After Zhuo Bufan entered the elevator and left, the girl walked to the bar and asked, "What did they say just now?"
"Miss." The bar receptionist shouted respectfully when he saw the girl.
If Zhuo Bufan saw her, he would definitely be familiar with her. This girl is Wu Yuexin, the best friend who is with Chen Qingai.
It turns out that this Aoya Hotel was run by Wu Yuexin's house.
The last time she saw Zhuo Bufan, it was not like this. Those people almost ignored Zhuo Bufan and let Zhuo Bufan follow him alone. In just one day, why did it change all of a sudden?
Bar service Yue said, "I don't know either, but they have booked a presidential suite on the floor, which seems to let the young boy live just now. His identity seems very noble. I see those people talking about him as if they are a little scared."
"How could this happen? Didn't Xiao Ai say he was doing a bad job?"
Wu Yuexin murmured to herself, Chen Qingai was complaining to her yesterday, saying that Zhuo Bufan was involved in the underworld with others and was not valued at all, and he refused to listen to it, just like a stubborn donkey, why do those people seem to attach great importance to Zhuo Bufan today?
"It's really strange." Wu Yuexin curled his lips, "Okay, you guys are busy with yours."
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Zhuo Bufan was studying the blood-stained Bible, suddenly took the Bible back into the space ring and said slowly: "You are walking around at the door, are you looking for me?"
His voice was not loud, perhaps only when standing in front of him could hear it, but at this moment, a clear voice sounded in the mind of the man outside the door.
When the door opened, Mr. Zhu stood respectfully at the door and bowed and shouted: "Mr. Zhuo."
"Come in."
Zhuo Bufan said, sitting on the sofa.
Mr. Zhu then walked up to him, his posture was very low. Without Zhuo Bufan speaking, he didn't even dare to sit down, and he suddenly seemed a little embarrassed.
You know, yesterday, he lived in the presidential suite and looked down on this yellow-haired child at all.
Unexpectedly, the identities of the two seem to be in a simultaneous manner now.
"I lived in the presidential suite, are you not satisfied?" Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
When Mr. Zhu, who was standing in front of him, almost frightened and his knees fell down. A ss-level psychic like him was a respected person no matter where he went. Even joining some international organizations can become a middle- and high-level existence.
But in front of Zhuo Bufan, Mr. Zhu seemed to be a trivial little person, and he didn't even dare to breathe.
"I dare not. This is where you live. A few days ago, Mr. Zhu was negligent and neglected." Mr. Zhu bent down a little further and said in fear.
"Then what's the matter with me?" Zhuo Bufan looked at him, his eyes shining with luster.
For no reason, this person will not come to him easily.
"I want to thank Mr. Zhuo for his life-saving grace."
"No need to thank you for something easy. If you have nothing to do, go out by yourself."
Zhuo Bufan was not in the mood to chat with him.
Mr. Zhu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "I have something I want to give to Mr. Zhuo."
"Oh, what?" Zhuo Bufan frowned, quite curious. The other party knew his strength. If he couldn't take it out, he would never come to him easily.
Mr. Zhu said, solemnly taking out a string of crystal necklace from his arms. The crystal is diamond-shaped, transparent and clear, about the size of an adult's thumb, reflecting sharp light, which is very dazzling. It can be sold for at least hundreds of millions of dollars at the auction.
Zhuo Bufan frowned. His identity now was like soil even in valuable things.
"Mr. Zhuo, take a closer look." Mr. Zhu presented the crystal to Zhuo Bufan with his solemn hands.
Zhuo Bufan took the crystal and found that Jingli had a thin red blood mark with hair. When he explored his mental power, he would feel an evil aura.
Moreover, this breath is extremely familiar. Zhuo Bufan felt the same breath in the magic box and the blood-stained Bible just now.
Could it be that the blood-stained Bible, the crystal necklace, and the breath on the magic box are all owned by the same person?
There seems to be a huge secret hidden in it.
"Is this crystal necklace yours?" Zhuo Bufan asked.
Mr. Zhu nodded, then shook his head again, "It's mine, not mine. To be precise, it was stolen by my grandfather. It has always been the heirloom of the family."
Mr. Zhu came one by one. It turned out that Mr. Zhu’s full name was Zhu Erniu. His ancestors were famous thieves. His grandfather still had some money at home at that time. He happened to encounter World War II, so he spent his money to take refuge in the United States and settled down here.
However, after Zhu Erniu's grandfather spent all his money, he could only find employment from Cao and stole the necklace from an ancient European nobleman. He originally planned to sell it and pay it back. Who knew that the family was crazy about searching for the whereabouts of the necklace, which caused it to be unable to be sold. The last generation passed to Zhu Erniu. (To be continued)