Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 190 The Secret Key of the Nine Palaces
The mobile phone in the pocket is the one given by the system.

But before, Liang Mu only regarded it as a tool to complete the task, and never thought about making phone calls.

He doesn't even know the number.

And at this time, someone actually called it?

This is too scary, right?
Could it be that the brain-dead system changed a way to contact him?
Liang Mu immediately took out his phone.

However, in the next second, his expression instantly became weird.

The flip phone has a small LCD screen on the top surface, presumably for displaying caller information or previewing the content of messages.

At this time, a line of words was scrolling on the display screen: [Unknown number, suspected harassment/advertising/fraud/pyramid marketing call].

"I can go to you."

Liang Mu was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly.

At the same time, I have to sigh, these guys who make harassing calls are too strong, and they can all be found on Liang Mu.

But just when Liang Mu was about to hang up directly, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The above only said it was suspected, what if it wasn't a harassing phone call?
Anyway, if you answer the phone, you won't die.

Liang Mu stretched out his thumb, and snapped the top cover open, which was equivalent to answering the phone.

This is a unique physical method of answering calls when flip phones became popular more than ten years ago, and it was also a technique used by young people to pretend to be cool.

"Hey!"

To Liang Mu's surprise, a familiar roar came from the other end of the phone.

"Old man Lu?" Liang Mu was stunned, "How do you know my number?"

"Fucking nonsense! I'm the building manager, don't you know?" Old man Lu roared.

Then he said viciously: "Boy, you didn't do anything strange to Dr. Mo, did you?

I warn you, if you dare to mess around, I will go up and beat you at any time."

"Snapped!"

Liang Mu closed the lid, hung up the phone, and kept his ears from being tortured.

"How dare I do anything to a returnee doctor?"

Liang Mu glanced at Mo Sisi's closed bedroom door, muttered something, and went back to his room silently.

If he had thought about Mo Sisi, who was beautiful and had a great figure, then when Mo Sisi revealed her identity, that thought disappeared immediately.

People will see myself as a librarian and go to hell.

On the other side, when Mo Sisi returned to the room, Amy immediately asked.

"Luna, why have you been out for so long?

Got into a conflict with him? "

"No, no, but"

"but?"

"Oh! It's okay!"

"...Wait a minute, Luna, you don't look right.

Oh my God, you are not conquered by his cooking skills, are you? "

"Nonsense, nonsense!
I'm going to bed first, let's talk tomorrow! "

Mo Sisi frantically turned off the video call, as if she forgot that she said she would call Amy all night.

"How can I, Mo Sisi, be conquered just because of a meal?"

"funny!"

Mo Sisi smiled disdainfully and covered her with the quilt.

Then, he turned over.

Then, turned over again.

Immediately afterwards, began to toss and turn. Toss and turn, toss and turn
Just can't sleep!

What filled his mind was Liang Mu's indifferent reaction.

"Liang Mu, Liang Mu, Liang Mu. Liang, you are a big guy!

Can't say anything else besides the name? "

"Ahhh! Why do you care so much about a stalker's attitude?
Mo Sisi, are you crazy? "

While Mo Sisi was suffering from mental torment, Liang Mu also returned to the bedside.

But at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the painting album on the table.

It was as if a starlight from outside the sky suddenly landed on it.

But when Liang Mu looked intently, the album was still the same album, nothing changed.

"Huh? Did you read it wrong?"

Liang Mu took the painting album suspiciously, and flipped through it casually.

Flipping through the pages, Liang Mu's hand suddenly froze on a certain page.

On this page, there is also a post-abstract painting.

A mass of black, twisted and mixed with a mass of white and a mass of blue.

However, for some reason, Liang Mu always felt that this painting was very attractive to him, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Liang Mu suddenly felt a little sore in his eyes, and couldn't help rubbing them with his hands.

But when he put his hand down, he was shocked to find that the painting in front of him had changed.

It's as if a pair of invisible hands straightened the distortion in the painting.

It also made Liang Mu see a different scene from before.

On a wide sea, there is a tall tower rising from the sea, straight into the sky.

It turns out that the black one is the tower, the white one is the cloud, and the blue one is the sea.

The blue sea, the pitch-black tower, and the white clouds, the three elements blend and intertwine together, exuding a majestic atmosphere.

"This tower."

Liang Mu looked at the pitch-black tower with dazed eyes, remembering something.

I saw that the tower was roughly cylindrical, but with undulating contours.

Like a black stone giant with muscles all over his body.

Looking closer, it seems that many chains can be seen extending from the tower, extending into the sea.

Like a sinned giant, chained in the sea, glaring at the sky.

"I remembered!"

Liang Mu slapped his head.

Isn't this the tower he saw in his dream that day?

Although he was from the perspective of the top of the tower at the time, he vaguely remembered that the tower looked like this.

"What's the situation?"

Liang Mu began to observe the whole painting in doubt.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the bottom of the tower.

There, there seemed to be nine small holes.

But before Liang Mu took a closer look, the whole picture was distorted back to its original appearance.

Liang Mu rubbed his eyes several times, but nothing changed.

So much so that Liang Mu wondered if he had made a mistake before.

"My neurasthenia symptoms have worsened?"

Liang Mu said to himself.

Neurasthenia seems not only to dream more, but also to be unable to distinguish between dreams and reality in severe cases.

For example, treating dreams as reality, or creating illusions in real life.

I remember seeing news that a patient with severe neurasthenia thought he was dreaming after waking up, climbed onto the balcony, and jumped down from the balcony unconsciously.

Fortunately, the balcony is on the second floor.

But it also scared people into a cold sweat.

Liang Mu began to get scared, worried that he might have similar symptoms.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly put together the paintings, for fear that if he continued to look at them, he would see something.

But just as Liang Mu closed the book, he found a key slipped from the cover.

"what?"

Did you have this key before?

Liang Mu subconsciously picked up the key and put it in front of him to observe.

I saw that it was a bronze key, and its style looked like the kind of ancient props used to open treasure chests on TV.

"Ding! The rewards have been issued. Congratulations to the host for obtaining one of the secret keys of the Nine Palaces——【Greedy Wolf Secret Key】."

(End of this chapter)