Two or three things in the copy

Wu Ming reached into the light with his bare hands, and pulled it out directly.

After the summoned monster was pulled out by Wu Mingkong, Wu Mingkong couldn't help but swear.

grass (a plant)

"I knew this thing was really wrong, and the description was fine, but whoever drew the illustration, not to mention the style of the painting, even the race has changed for me." Wu Mingkong looked at the monster in front of him, feeling very sad. Fuck, this is no longer a scam, it's just a scam.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 375 Embers of the Past ([-])

"This praying mantis is not a protruding mantis, with an eight-headed body, a V-shaped face, big eyes, and slender limbs. Although you are not green, but with your appearance, if you say you are not a mantis, I will You can screw your head off." Wu Mingkong tore off the illustrations in the Star Trail Ceremony, this is not a trick.

Wu Mingkong's passion was in vain, and he wanted to do an autopsy. No, it was to talk about the other party's body structure, but it was wrong to talk about romance, but now Wu Mingkong was too embarrassed to be euphemistic.

"You summoned me, and you have to grant me a hundred wishes." Mantis said suddenly.

???

Wu Mingkong didn't expect that the plucked wool would come to his head, and a hundred wishes?

Is this praying mantis weird?

"Come on, let's sign a contract. Do you like a slave contract or a pet contract? I also have a devil's wish contract. Would you like to?" Wu Mingkong tore off a large piece of flesh and blood on his right hand, and the flesh and blood squirmed into a Sheets of parchment.

Mantis was a little dazed, wondering if everyone is so cruel now?

The few who came down before are not easy to fool, and give what they want, so why are they directly contracted, and why they suddenly feel that something is not right.

As the first time to come out to find someone to make a wish come true, Mantis is still very inexperienced, should I deal with this situation?

"How about I go back and ask?" The mantis felt that something was wrong and wanted to run away.

It's just that Wu Mingkong would let him run away. If he escaped, wouldn't he lose the sample? Although he is not a young lady, he can still use it.

"Don't be so troublesome, think about it slowly here, let alone a hundred wishes, even a thousand wishes are no problem." Wu Mingkong said very kindly, and a huge shadow of flesh and blood squirmed out from behind.

Mantis was completely dumbfounded this time, no, didn't it mean that these humans are very weak?

Why did you encounter this situation when you responded to the call for the first time?

"Wait, I have something to say, just wait a minute..."

Before the mantis finished speaking, the huge shadow of flesh and blood had already covered the mantis firmly, and only the creaking sound could be heard inside. Although it was a bit chaotic, Wu Mingkong could guarantee that he did a good job in classifying.

"The Hazes, a wandering race living in the star world, are average in strength. Although it is a transliteration, I still want to explain that you are blue. Why are you called the Hazes? Isn't it good to call them the Blues?" Wu Mingkong looked at Looking at the memory of this blue mantis named Alik, I always feel that there are too many slots.

And this place is called the Old Brazier by the astral creatures, it is very dangerous, very weak, very rich but also barren.

"It's a contradictory cognition, but it's a common cognition in the astral world. What's dangerous is the containment, what's weak is human beings, what's rich is resources, what's poor is energy."

"However, in the end, the God of the Old One was related to the God of the Old One, as well as the embers of the target of the dungeon." What Wu Mingkong said at the beginning was to choose the identity of the contained object, instead of choosing the old god who he unreasonably conjectured to be the evil god and also the dungeon. Difficulty is the reason for the old days.

He can be sure that if he chooses the identity of the old god, the goal of the dungeon will probably be to rekindle the embers of the past, while the goal of the investigator's dungeon must be to extinguish the embers of the past.

As for ordinary Wu Mingkong, he couldn't guess it, and as a more special containment, it is a melon-eating crowd, so whether the embers of the past are rekindled or extinguished, it has nothing to do with him.

And Wu Mingkong can also be sure now that this old sun god must be the embers of the past, otherwise how can it be called the old day.

It's just that the old sun god is a bit far away, let alone astral creatures, and even the containment agencies in the old brazier don't have any information about it. This is no longer the old days. No one remembers it.

Wu Mingkong thinks that if he doesn't make trouble, this so-called old god will probably be half-dead forever. Wu Mingkong can bet on a spicy stick.

"I just don't know that the so-called old sun god has nothing to do with the contained objects. Maybe the taboo level No. [-] and No. [-] know. I'm a little curious. It doesn't matter if I don't know. You can meet and chat, eat and drink tea. "Wu Mingkong felt that the contents were still valuable, not to mention the strange formation principle, just said that the taste is unique.

I don't know how many ranks the bust of the ordinary rank tells. The Narrator of the Dark Lake tastes great, so the other contained items must also taste very good.

The most important thing is that because the narrator of the dark lake is a statue, Wu Mingkong can't detect the memory, so he just wants to see if there are other types of containment, the one with memory and soul, and Wu Mingkong doesn't want to peep The privacy of others is mainly to have a look at this wonderful world and taste the food by the way.

He doesn't have any impure thoughts, he can use his mental state as a guarantee.

The old brazier is not big, or in the eyes of astral creatures, it is not very big, or even small, sometimes smaller than an astral behemoth.

But none of the astral creatures dared to enter the old brazier through the summoning of the star trail ceremony, but why Wu Mingkong didn't find out from Alik's memory.

It's like it's engraved in the blood, just like instinct.

They dared to wander around the edge of the old brazier, but they dared not enter. Once they got close, they would feel heart palpitations, no matter how powerful the astral creatures were.

This palpitation does not come from the containment, and the astral beings also know the danger of the containment.

Then Wu Mingkong can boldly guess that the reason is probably because of the embers of the past, that is, the old gods.

In this way, Wu Mingkong can be sure that the embers of the old days must be in the brazier of the old days.

"Isn't this nonsense, it's called the old brazier, isn't it normal to have some embers in it?"

What makes Wu Mingkong feel rather numb is that the containment organization doesn't know about the old embers and the old sun god, which is a bit of a headache, unless you go to the headquarters of the containment organization, there must be no containment organization here, and he has turned over several times. all over.

"Then go to the headquarters for a stroll, and look for the taboo-level containment objects two numbers ahead of me by the way, maybe you can get something out of it."

Wu Mingkong put the paper documents in his hand back to the original place, got up and prepared to leave.

He is going to find a referrer. The two bishops and the head of the agency who have just been searched by him are very suitable. They can save a lot of trouble on the way. When they go to the headquarters, they will explain. How troublesome it is to have to restart the dungeon after gnawing on important plot characters.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 376 Embers of the Past ([-])

"Me, where is this?" Simon Duncan, as a seventh-level demon hunter with dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, naturally has much better physical fitness than the seventh-level bishop Nicole Joyce of the priest profession, so he took the lead from the search Waking up from a coma with soul sequelae.

It's just that my mind is still groggy and not sober, and I have some doubts for a while.

"In the narrator's containment room in the dark lake, come, have a glass of water." Wu Mingkong handed over a glass of water.

"Thank you." Simon Duncan subconsciously took the water and said thank you. Then he suddenly realized that he threw away the water glass and rolled around several times. When he got up, his muscles tensed and he was very vigilant. Looking at Wu Mingkong.

"What did you do to us?" Simon Duncan glanced at Nicole Joyce, who was still unconscious on the ground, with a bad feeling in his heart.

Wu Mingkong smiled: "I didn't do anything. You didn't eat breakfast and fainted from hypoglycemia. What does it have to do with me? I have to waste time to watch you."

Wu Mingkong's words were well-founded, if Simon Duncan hadn't seen the dead wood branch that Wu Mingkong stuffed into his mouth, he would have believed it himself.

"Destroyer 360 No. [-], distorted beauty sapling?"

"Yes, this is the stuff. It tastes good. Would you like to try it?" Wu Mingkong bit it off with a bang, and was about to pass it to Simon Duncan.

Simon Duncan was startled by Wu Mingkong's action, and couldn't help but took three steps back.

"You can actually devour the contents." Simon Duncan was very horrified. This sapling with twisted beauty is not ordinary. It is usually contained in a safe made of refined steel, and at least three fourth-order extraordinary people were dispatched guard.

If the containment of this distorted beauty sapling fails, it will cause a sense of space distortion around it and present a weird roar. When ordinary people hear this roar, their bodies will show a weird and extremely distorted beauty. The distorted beauty is unbearable for ordinary people.

If it’s just that, it’s okay, the distorted beauty sapling will spread to the surroundings with the passage of time, and it will be contained only after the containment agency paid nearly a hundred investigators.

At the beginning, they thought that this distorted aesthetic feeling was accompanied by weird roars, but in fact it was spread by sight like a fallacy. An incomprehensible visual phenomenon, so far they haven't figured out what's going on.

"Swallow? No, no, no, you misunderstood. I'm just eating some desserts. To be honest, this thing looks similar to a sapling I wanted to eat before, but the taste of that thing is really disgusting, so it's delicious. "The sapling Wu Mingkong mentioned is actually the little black tree in so many murder books he stacked in Weird Tales, the taste is really bad.

And this one named Twisted Beauty Sapling, although it looks a little strange, not as normal as the little black tree, but the taste is really good, and it has a different taste from the narrator of the dark lake.

Although the narrator of the dark lake is a stone bust, it tastes soft and glutinous, but this twisted beauty sapling has a fragrance, it tastes like nature, and it also has a unique twist Taste, it tastes like beef jerky with ginseng flavor and spiral texture.

It tastes not only tenacious, but also aftertaste. It is a good snack, but the amount is a bit small, which is much more than many narrators of the dark lake.

As for the principle?

Wu Mingkong didn't see it, and probably had no hope of seeing it, so he gnawed it.

Anyway, he only has a few hobbies now, and if he can't satisfy his curiosity, he can only satisfy his sense of taste.

Curiosity is completely unnecessary for the containment, because it can't be analyzed, so it's better to put it in the Star Trail Ceremony, that's the essence of Zhengzheng.

If the Star Trail Ceremony is not effective, how can the containment agency store these contained objects?

Listening to Wu Mingkong's words, Simon Duncan couldn't help feeling a chill. He had already imagined the terrifying appearance of Wu Mingkong eating other planets.

This is actually because Simon Duncan misunderstood Wu Mingkong. He usually doesn't eat planets. His name is assimilation, turning the planet into himself.

"That's right, then I wish you a pleasant meal. I wonder when you will go back?" Simon Duncan used his honorific title at this moment.

"Go back? Where to go?" Wu Mingkong stuffed the last piece of the Twisted Beauty sapling into his mouth and chewed it, and asked with some doubts.

He generally doesn't read his mind now, it's too troublesome, basically he searches his soul at intervals, which is more convenient, if he always reads his mind, wouldn't it be embarrassing to see some weird things when he reads his mind.

For example, when you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you, and then the abyss gave you the middle finger in his heart and greeted your family. At this time, Wu Mingkong can't pretend he didn't hear you, and he generally expressed his respect to God. Scepter and greet each other's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Then forget it, if you read that the other party actually admires you, will you hesitate when you do the autopsy?

In addition, Wu Mingkong is no longer the narrow-minded personality who cared about everything in the past. If he says he can't read his mind, he won't read his mind.

Usually this kind of thing is read by the brain, he just glanced at it occasionally, otherwise someone secretly scolded him in his heart, what should he do, and it would be very impolite if he didn't have time to reply, this is definitely not narrow-minded, just accidentally glanced at it in a very timely manner That's all.

He also feels that there is no reminder or anything like that, he can guarantee it with his mental state.

Of course, like those who are worshiped and so on, he usually blocks them directly, and he can do whatever he wants during the autopsy.

Although there is only one Wu Chongxiao at present, he is not willing to do it.

"I won't wait for you two to wake up and take me to the headquarters of the containment agency. Look, I'll help you introduce me." Wu Mingkong put his hand on Simon Duncan's shoulder in an instant, with a friendly face.

Simon Duncan thinks that he is a seventh-level transcendent. Although he is not under one person and above ten thousand in this world, he is well-known after all, and his strength is not bad. He is already a true god in the world, and his strength is at the Zhenguo level. Compared with the eighth level, there are only a few, and at the ninth level, only the chief director of the containment agency has this strength.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, he feels that if he says no, he will probably be gnawed by the other party.

In particular, the clear chewing sound coming from his ears was very powerful. Simon Duncan felt that even with his seventh-level strength, he would be chewed very finely.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 377 Embers of the Past ([-])

Wu Mingkong knows that the eighth-level demigod is very powerful, and it is completely different from Simon Duncan and Nicole Joyce, the two seventh-levels. He probably already has the strength of a celestial eunuch, who can cut spaceships with swords in the universe of that kind.

But Wu Mingkong didn't know about the ninth-order true god on earth, because neither Simon Duncan nor Nicole Joyce had any concept in their memory. The chief, the person who founded the containment agency, didn't even have a taboo name, only the simple chief of the agency.

This is a bit strange, and Wu Mingkong also found an obvious ambiguity in the head of the chief office in the memory of the two of them, as if it was blocked by some unknown thing.

For this reason, Wu Mingkong can be sure that the commander in chief must be very strong. As for how strong, Wu Mingkong doesn't know.

On the contrary, there are some mysterious feelings, which makes Wu Mingkong very puzzled, this is some kind of illusion.

"Why don't we ask Bishop Joyce to help introduce me. As the head of the agency, I am busy with daily affairs and cannot escape." Simon Duncan smiled reluctantly, and he couldn't take the blame away.

This is the third-ranked containment item in the taboo class, code-named Star Swallowing, the kind that can swallow stars. If the chief officer hadn't acted that day, the sun might have been swallowed.

And this swallowing star was also an agreement with the head of the chief agency.

Naturally, Wu Mingkong knew about this, but it was very vague. From the memories of the two, Wu Mingkong not only did not see any details, but he did not even have the various documents that were dispatched here. The process was also vague enough to resemble a mosaic Same.

It was obvious that some kind of method was used, and Simon Duncan and Nicole Joyce were completely unaware of this. Wu Mingkong suspected that it was the manipulation of the chief officer, or it might not be manipulation, but unconsciously leaked What happened affected the duo, and even a series of escorts.

"Forget it, with this guy's physical fitness, hypoglycemia can pass out for so long, can we go to the headquarters with us? What's more, I think you and I are more compatible." Wu Mingkong glanced and was still on the ground Bishop Nicole Joyce, who pretended to be unconscious, said.

Simon Duncan was lying for a while, boss, I can see that he is pretending to be unconscious, you are not talking to me.

"Yes, I have my eyes on you." Wu Mingkong accidentally caught sight of the mind-reading content that the brain put in front of his eyes.

In this regard, Simon Duncan really wanted to say what you liked about me, and I couldn't change it, but he was very honest and didn't say anything, but if he didn't say it, it didn't mean that Wu Mingkong didn't know.

"I'm just looking at how alive and kicking you are."

???

Simon Duncan didn't think about why the code name Tun Xing could read minds. Did the director general take the wrong code name?

That's right, Wu Mingkong, the evil god species, and the code name Tunxing were all taken by the chief commander of the ninth-order true god in the world. As for why it is the evil god species, Simon Duncan doesn't know.

Since it was taken by the head of the chief office, he didn't dare to ask why, anyway, he is a big boss, and everything he does is right.

"It's not wrong, when we meet up and ask, we will know. You say yes, yes, should we go there by steam train or by horse-drawn carriage? I think let's go by steam train, horse-drawn carriage or something It's too slow." Wu Mingkong and Simon Duncan walked shoulder to shoulder and left the room where the narrator of the dark lake was present.

After the two walked away, Nicole Joyce slowly got up and patted his clothes.

"I hope Simon will have better luck and not be eaten before he arrives at the main office." Nicole Joyce expressed his deep apology for this, as can be seen from the repressed smile of the survivors.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to lose two head threats at once.