Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton nodded, then raised his right hand and rubbed his fingers twice, and his eyes instantly opened in the shadows and gaps around him.

Their gazes alternated with each other, and the entire room was reflected in their eyes. A layer upon layer of illusory door symbols emerged in the pupils.

The space in the hotel room is divided wonderfully by them, and is connected to somewhere in the spiritual world.

Then he summoned an invisible giant hand and directly mixed the corpse of the Time Worm on the table, the subconscious extracted by the mechanical hand and the crushed parchment into a ball, and continuously compressed it.

Under the extraordinary ability of the mechanical hands, they quickly turned into a group of mainly gray and white light, with illusory figures sliding across it, flashing blurry colors.

In front of the skilled mechanical hands, this ball of light is like dough on the chopping board, being kneaded into various shapes at will.

Renekton's eyes glowed with a deep blue and almost purple glow. He quietly stared at the gray-white light in front of him, and reflected the hidden sage symbol outlined in his mind on the light.

The originally gray light group was instantly dyed with twinkling starlight, and a cold, crazy aura filled the air.

After nearly half an hour of operation, the gray-white light gradually lost its color and was kneaded into a folded gray-brown book as thick as a little finger.

"It's finished!" The mechanical voice sounded tiredly in Renekton's mind.

Before he could express his opinion, the mechanical hand automatically fell off his shoulder. It jumped directly onto the round table in front of him and lay straight on the table, like a tired and paralyzed salted fish.

Renekton lowered his eyes, and his entire right arm and half of his shoulder turned into a statue made of countless starlights. As he reached out to pick up the book on the table, little rust-like debris emerged from the starlight. Falling off, disappearing quickly in the process of falling, like starlight rejecting negative influences that do not belong to itself.

On the gray-brown cover, there is a twelve-section ancient mottled clock. Around the clock are scattered many mysterious symbols symbolizing heart, time and deceit.

A deep blue light flashed in his eyes, and the positive and negative effects of this magical item were immediately clear to Renekton:

It is a living sealed object, keen on lying, and will instinctively deceive everyone, and the holder cannot avoid it.

Once you are deceived by it, the corresponding scam will come true in a coincidental way. The more you trust its words, the better the effect.

Everyone who is deceived by it will provide it with a certain amount of power. When the number of people deceived reaches a certain level, it will have a qualitative change. At that time, its impact will be no less than that of one and a half people. god.

If no one believes it, it's just an ordinary, chatty book.

It has some characteristics of a parasite, and can host its body into anything that has spirituality and is less than a demigod. This can be a living thing or a dead thing.

The person holding it will lose something from time to time. It may be a pen, a gold coin, a magical item, or even the clothes he is wearing, or even the thoughts that have passed through his mind.

This is a bit outrageous. Do thieves have such a big influence? Even if the negative effect is just losing something, why is the positive effect still cheating?

Renekton sighed silently in his heart, and casually opened the gray-brown book in his hand. The folded paper inside was completely blank.

Following Renekton's movements, silver-white dragon language words emerged one after another on the gray-brown parchment:

"I am a warrior of light from the M78 nebula. I fell into a deep sleep due to the exhaustion of light. Anyone who sees this message, you are the successor of light. If you sacrifice 50 gold pounds to me, you can get the remaining light from me and become An ATM!"

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Renekton took a deep breath, resisted the urge to burn the book in his hand, and said with a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth:

"This is a different world. Shouldn't your fraudulent text messages also keep pace with the times?"

As if he understood Renekton's complaints, the words on the gray-brown parchment quickly became distorted. After a moment, a new sentence emerged:

"I am the ancient sun god. I was sealed because of the betrayal of my subordinates. Please offer me 50 gold pounds as a sacrifice. After I get out of trouble, you will become the ninth king of angels under me~"

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing where to complain.

Are you asking for gold pounds all the time because there must be a reward for fraud? If many people are really deceived by it, this book may really be able to intercept part of the power of the ancient sun god. However, this low-grade deception cannot break through the automatic blocking function on my previous mobile phone.

This book will probably only be used as a nagging ordinary book for the rest of my life. What a waste of my materials. I tore out nearly half of the pages of "Grossell's Travels", as well as all my Insect of Time reserves. The result is Got a book that copied scam text messages.

"You might as well call it 'Scam Manual'"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched his chest, feeling a little sorry for the materials he had consumed.

As soon as he put his right hand on his left chest, he suddenly paused. He didn't feel the pocket watch he put in his outer inner pocket.

Without any confirmation, the master of prophecy's intuition told him the result: his pocket watch disappeared directly due to the negative effects of the book in his hand.

It actually makes the items on the body disappear directly. This negative effect is completely out of control demigod-level stealing ability. Compared with the negative effect, its shameful deception ability can be ignored.

Renekton resisted the urge to curse and looked down at the clothes on his body. He made sure that there was no sudden disappearance of the clothes on his body, and he felt relieved.

He threw the "Fraud Manual" on the table and said in a calm voice:

"Since you are a living magical item, you should learn to act on your own, without the need for a holder."

The fraud manual suddenly started to turn, and a series of somewhat twisted dragon language words emerged:

"I'm just a book. I can't walk without arms and legs. I can't be deceived. I can't inhabit living things●﹏●"

There are even emojis. Does the Hidden Sage select spam and feed it to it? Renekton was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand and said:

"Wait a minute, I'll find a Knowledge Rabbit to take you wandering. Don't lie to people who are too powerful or too smart. I may not be able to save you in time if the car overturns."

While he was talking, Renekton took out a wooden whistle from his pocket. He put the whistle to his mouth and blew it gently, but no sound came out.

After a moment, a dull-looking, translucent rabbit emerged from an eye that opened in the shadows of the room.

Renekton picked up the fraud manual on the table and handed it to it, squatted down and said:

"How about you take this book to different places for me and change its location every once in a while. You need to pay attention to its movements and don't lose it. After you work for a day, you can come to my place to read a book for a day. How about that? ?”

The Rabbit of Knowledge nodded sluggishly. After taking the fraud manual, he tilted his head and looked at it blankly for a while. Then he directly got into the eyes behind him and left from the spirit world.

slap~

Watching the Rabbit of Knowledge leave, Renekton snapped his fingers, and the eyes in the room quickly retracted into the shadows and gaps.

The warm sunlight outside the window shone in again, making the room brighter and the temperature rising.