Mysterious as the wind, always with me

Chapter 47
[No way!How did this human come out safely? 】

[What does that bastard crab mean? 】

【superior!Whoever grabs it belongs to him. 】

A bunch of fiends stare at Mark like they're about to order chips until someone pulls out a bone machete...

To say it is a machete is actually not appropriate.

If you observe carefully, you will find that it has nothing to do with a knife. It is a 50cm long, thin piece of bone with one side extremely sharp, but the end is relatively blunt, and there is a small section extending out, like the handle of a machete.

However, the spiritual fluctuations emanating from this bone knife told all other demons and evil gods its origin: it came from a small piece of sawtooth on the claws of the crab evil god.

In humans, this is no different than a small clipped nail.

However, in this abyss space represents its will - this kid is mine, and to move him is to fight against me.

All of a sudden, all the evil spirits and demons fell silent.

The abyss has the rules of the abyss. In this situation, no one will continue to attack Mark blindly.

Countless large and small evil eyes just watched Mark sinking unscrupulously.

The Bison girl was startled: [Mark, why don't you leave! ? 】

[I haven't gotten enough! 】

Certainly nothing more can be obtained from these demons, 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 power of the crab evil god, Mark finally caught a glimpse of a thing that was shining with a strange blue light.

Swimming over, Mark felt that this spiritual crystallization did not have the dirty smell unique to demons, but instead had a faint sense of purity.

Bison asked in astonishment: 【This is...】

[Gift from seniors! 】

After getting this thing, Mark stopped dawdling and swam up the abyss instead.

It seemed that Mark's will to leave was sensed, and no other demons entangled him.

In the dark, Mark felt a huge thrust gushing out from the bottom of the abyss, pushing his spiritual body, and pushing it out of this evil world with a few strokes.

Soon, colorful streamers with an indescribable aura flashed through Mark's eyes...

"puff!"

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Mark was surprised to find that he had returned to his body.One staggered and fell backwards, and sat awkwardly on an armchair placed in front of the bookshelf.

As soon as he sat down, Mark hadn't fully recovered, and was surprised to find that several swords exuding icy aura had been placed around his neck.

Sure enough, the armors that were originally in the secret room were now occupied by heroic spirits.

These souls with translucent and heroic faces are staring at Mark, and they have the momentum to cut Mark under the knife if they disagree with each other.

The projection of the mysterious old man who just greeted Mark reappeared. Looking at the blood-stained Mark, his expression was quite serious, and there was an irresistible majesty in his booming voice.

"Answer me! Mystic! Did you sell your soul to [Evil]?"

Not only ask people, but also ask the heart.

This question directly tortured Mark's spirit.

The old man's mental power was completely expanded, sensing Mark's entire spiritual sea, and any trace of evil fluctuations would be noticed immediately.

Mark shook his head: "I never sold my soul."

The old man asked again: "Have you ever blasphemed the god of knowledge?"

"Never blaspheme the God of Knowledge!" Mark's right hand had a flash of inspiration, and he drew a small six-pointed star.

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

He hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "Are you planning to spread forbidden knowledge and beliefs!?"

Mark still shook his head: "What I will do will not exceed the scope allowed by the God of Knowledge."

The old man shook his hand, and all the war blades 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 all the mysterious masters who were watching were shocked.

"No, did he really hold it?"

"how can that be?"

"Could it be that he didn't 'deep dive' in at all?"

There was a lot of noise in the communication circuit of the spirit world.Under the excitement, these big men couldn't care less about their manners.

The loudest ones, of course, are those betting heavily.

"Wait! Did he really go through the directory and enter the page?"

"Really? Isn't he the first super genius to complete this achievement in a hundred years?"

"I don't agree! Ask him, did you go to the page?"

The old man naturally heard the commotion in the circuit of the spirit world.

His face softened: "I am Justin Malindorf, the local curator. Next is a personal question. You can choose to answer or not to answer. But if you answer, I will personally give you 5000 Be mysterious."

Mark nodded.

"What did you gain in 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: "A mystery is not a mystery if everyone knows it. Although as a mystic, it is necessary to maintain a strong curiosity, but respect the pioneers who explore the mystery privacy, but also essential decorum.”

Mark avoided the important and lightly opened his left hand, and what was displayed in front of the masters was a crystallization of spiritual power.

Perhaps after a long period of washing, the crystallization has lost a lot.

A sharp-eyed master can still tell that this is a senior who explored the [Book of the Nether Sea], and in desperation, engraved a certain 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 still hasn't been completely divided and devoured.

Nobody knows what it is, they just know it's definitely good stuff.

Someone slapped their foreheads, someone screamed pity.

Perhaps, Mark didn't find the real powerful power in the book, but wouldn't it be a huge gain to pick up the legacy of his predecessors?

Curator Justin couldn’t hold back his curiosity, but he was secretly voice-transmitted by an old friend, and asked helplessly: “Have you ever been to a certain page in the book? The answer is not important to me, this is just asking for a friend of mine.” Yes. The reward for answering is also 5000 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 be an art too.

Mark knew that the old man probably used secret techniques such as 'power word' 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 gurus who were trying to pick up some bargains yelled in exasperation.

The curator smiled: "I have no problem. Congratulations, young man! If you don't mind, there are many occult masters who would like to have a private chat with you. Of course, the whole process will be kept private, and only the two of you will know the content of the conversation. If you agree, I will connect the communication."

Mark felt a little strange.

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

Now, he's a legend up for grabs.

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

Mark stood up with a smile, and looked directly into the eyes of Director Justin: "I don't mind talking privately. But before that, I want to ask, if I want to read [Book of the Ukrainian Sea] again..."

"Half price!" the curator said succinctly.

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

Soon, the first master came in, and a dense blue mask rose around, isolating all energy flow and spiritual peeping.

"Hi! I'm Antonio Banerjee..."

This old Victorian gentleman introduced himself as soon as he came up, and then blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Provincial flow: This guy promises Mark to get promoted and make a fortune to marry Bai Fumei!The condition is to be a visiting professor at a mysterious university in Victoria.

Mark declined the other party, and did not even sell any information.

The conditions of the next few masters are similar.

If Mark is an ordinary occultist, if he takes this route, he can choose seriously.

As an existence that could make headlines in mysticism with [Professor Destiny died suddenly in XXX] at any time, Mark didn't even consider their proposal.

until……

"Mark, you really surprised me!" Dean Margaret said at the beginning.

Appearance shielding can only bias strangers, but real acquaintances cannot be fooled.

It's really not surprising 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..."

"Hey! There should be a limit to challenging the limit. You made such a big deal just out of my sight. I don't know how to say it."

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

"Let's not talk about those nonsense, here, take this." The old dean didn't talk nonsense, and directly transferred 20 mysterious points.

Mark's mind was stuck for three seconds before he quietly said, "Teacher, shouldn't it be..."

Margaret's wrinkles were stretched out in a bright smile: "Those old bastards bet heavily, thinking that you will become a madman as soon as you open the [Book of the Ukrainian Sea]. As your teacher, of course you must Support your best students!"

From another angle, the dean is announcing in an extremely proud tone that he has played a game of winner-take-all.

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

A little helpless.

If you think about it carefully, it's nothing.

The game of kings in the master group was not something that a newcomer in the mysterious world like him could get involved with.This cheap teacher is willing to share the spoils, that is very conscientious.

"Thank you, teacher."

"I did take a lot of money. There is no way, our academy is also spending a lot of money. I got rubbings of rare books, and they will be put in the library of the mystery academy."

"I am happy to contribute to my alma mater."

"It's fine if you think about it. Others, is there anything I can do to help?"

Max searched for a bit: "Here, there are really, I need some spiritual materials..."

A big expert like Margaret knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, his face turned cold, and he asked with concern: "Wait! This is your real harvest, right? If it is a powerful evil god, even if it is a corpse, or is in a Being sealed cannot be taken lightly. Then a small stream of spiritual flow can easily pollute your soul!"

(End of this chapter)