Aoba Office

The book was spread out, and there was a name and half a page of handwriting recorded on the two pages. It didn't look like there was much content.

Wu Ling motioned to the thin man to bring the pen and ink, and introduced: "Dask Ferrando, a demon who likes to disguise himself as a human being. When he was first discovered, he was in a small town. Acting as a middle-aged man, his entire life has been traced, and the town residents knew nothing about his true identity. He escaped and was discovered several times by exorcists and wizards, but never. Death record. The Great Wizard has also captured it, but its strength is average and it has no characteristics. It is rarely driven by the Great Wizard. "

When Wu Ling said this, he had already dipped the quill pen into the blood in the glass bottle.

The blood dyed the tip of the quill pen red, and extended along the barrel, rendering the roots of the feathers, making this originally holy pen become evil and demonic.

My feeling is not simply due to the color change of the quill, but an indescribable subconscious influence on my opinion.

Wu Ling held the pen in his hand and wrote gorgeous characters on the back of half a page.

Her handwriting flows smoothly. Blood seemed to flow from the barrel of the pen, staining the paper red. When the writing dries, it changes from red to black, and it also takes on a sense of antiquity and vicissitudes after the passage of time, which is as natural as this antique book.

At this moment, I doubted the authenticity of these things.

Wu Ling should have really worked hard to find the relics left by the great wizard, and she might have found those things recently. But Wu Ling himself was not sure whether these things were true, so he called the thin man according to the original plan.

I glanced at Wu Ling and then at Gu Mo.

Both of them looked calm. Gu Mo seemed to be listening to something, slightly absent-minded.

I really can't tell any clues from their faces.

But from the face of the thin man, I could see 100% belief. The fat man also had exclamation on his face.

In this case, it should be possible, right?

I was thinking to myself, suddenly I felt something and turned around to look over.

The door of the office was closed, but a figure appeared at the door.

The foreigner wearing a baseball cap looked up and smiled at me. A circle of ripples appeared on his body, and his appearance changed from an ordinary person to a devil with horns on his head.

I turned to face it, watching its every move warily.

The exclamations of the thin man and the fat man were stuck in their throats, as if someone had pinched their necks.

I squinted my eyes and saw that Gu Mo had taken some time to relax, but stood up a little straighter, while Wu Ling made no movement. I heard Wu Ling's rustling writing sound continuing.

"Book of the Devil." The devil spoke the same language as before, standard Mandarin, not to mention the local accent, not even the accent of a foreigner. However, the voice it spoke in was like a whisper, full of memories.

The sound of writing did not stop.

The devil laughed, without much sarcasm in his voice, "Stop pretending, I know this book is fake."

I was shocked and glanced at the thin man subconsciously.

The thin man's expression was tense and his eyes were wide open.

The devil didn't notice my little move and continued to say to Wu Ling: "You also know this is fake, right? Is there any other means?"

The devil said, tilting his head and looking over us.

My heart lifted.

The thin man's body moved, maybe he had realized something.

"But, it's useless." The devil looked away, stretched out his hand, and his ancient notebook appeared in his hand, "The real devil's book is here, no matter how many tricks you come up with, as long as I know this, you will not Use the Devil's Book to deal with me."

The rustling sound of writing stopped.

I felt Wu Ling put down his pen and stood up from the sofa.

"Who are you?" Wu Ling asked.

"It's not Dusco Ferrando." The devil blinked and sighed, "It's such a nostalgic name. Thank you for finding this name. You are wrong about one thing. Dusco was my favorite I like the devil. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have chosen its body and behavior.”

When I heard this, I felt something was wrong. The thought I didn't catch before seemed to pop up again. This feeling is like listening to a song and singing along, but unable to remember the title.

"Great wizard." Wu Ling spoke, and the three words came out of her mouth almost one at a time.

The devil turned his hand, bowed slightly, and twirled his fingers as if he was making some complicated gesture.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Wizard of the East. The black magician you sent me is very interesting. These days, it is difficult to find staunch devil believers. This is the change of the times. This era can no longer tolerate The devil's believer, that poor little lamb was crushed to death by the wheels of time." The devil's tone of voice became strange, which made me feel like I was watching a classic translation.

"Erase your name, merge with the demon you control, and become a demon. Is this your choice?" Wu Ling asked.

The devil's smile was very human, "I choose to live forever in this way and witness the changes of the times with my own eyes. In order to survive forever, I need a strong soul to cope with the next catastrophe. Human life is too fragile. Obviously there is Don’t you think it’s a pity that such a powerful soul can die as easily as an animal? Especially like you, like him, like this extremely powerful Mr. Ghost..."

The demon said, turning to look at the corridor.

I turned around and looked over, only to see the entrance to the corridor. But I felt the Yin Qi change in the office. Ye Qing should have appeared.

"Become my partner and walk with me, you can do more things. I will fulfill your wish." The devil leaned forward again, like an elegant gentleman.

"That's impossible." Wu Ling replied.

The demon's face was still pointed at Ye Qing, but he glanced sideways at Wu Ling, and then turned his attention to me.

"I can understand your thoughts. If I met such a person during my lifetime, an exorcist, or as people say today, a person with super powers, I would also be moved and think of many shocking plans that seemed feasible. But "After becoming a spirit and seeing the reality of the world, I no longer have such thoughts." The devil smiled and refuted Wu Ling's words with ease, "The catastrophe is coming, and only the strong can survive." He can't even change his own destiny. It's like the mass extinction of creatures in ancient times. Only the strong and lucky can survive. .No one can stop it. We can only move forward and try our best to survive.”

The devil said, spreading his hands and shaking his arms slightly, "I can see that you used the magic I invented to escape your fate. You have all died, and it should be because of this person's ability that you were resurrected. That The magic still remains in you, but this is not enough. If you don't completely transform into another life, you will still be choked by fate and will be shackles in life and death. "

Now that I heard it, I was getting more and more frightened, and I couldn't help but control my breathing.

This demon seems to see through everything. Its identity and experiences are terrifying.

I couldn't help but look towards the corridor, wanting to see Ye Qing.

If that great wizard could erase his name and existence, combine with the devil, turn into a spirit in the image of a devil, and exist forever, what about Ye Qing? Ye Qing is a ghost now, but maybe he can become some kind of spirit and become a freer and more powerful being.