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"Just push this part." Tom was a little puzzled. "The impact force doesn't need to be very strong. The only advantage of this mechanism is that it is very hidden."

Zhang Qiyuan knew that this was the secret door that the Silver Butterfly used to lead to the main tomb chamber. The secret door could only be opened when the Silver Butterfly crashed here.

"Maybe there's a different smell here." Silver butterflies have antennae. "Or maybe it's a sound, infrasound?"

Tom tapped this small area and found that the sound was a little muffled: "It seems to be true."

He is not a wild animal, so his sense of smell is naturally not well developed.

Well, Tom consoled himself.

Zhang Qiyuan didn't want to stay in this jar full of grease any longer. Maybe he would take another look after cleaning it up.

Tom cleaned up the small area and found a strange pattern: "Chairman, is this... a butterfly?"

Under the flickering fluorescent light, the tiny and dense holes formed a flying butterfly.

Zhang Qiyuan's fingertips slid across, and a malicious aura swept over, causing the entire jar to tremble violently. He looked up at the black nail right above him and took out the dice of fate without hesitation.

The evil thoughts remaining on the remains of the god are so huge that the inside of this poisonous jar is like a mass grave. The evil spirit and death energy nourish this special bone.

The dice of fate was thrown up and landed in Zhang Qiyuan's palm, with the 6 facing up.

"Well, it seems that a deep purification is needed." Zhang Qiyuan urged the dice to print the number 6 on the inner wall of the jar. In the field of vision that no one else could see, the black and red line of fate faded little by little.

When Grindelwald saw the dice again, he was still a little scared. This dice was more powerful and mysterious than the Deathly Hallows.

Well, it seems that the things found in Zhang’s house are more interesting than the Deathly Hallows.

Tom seemed to realize something. He looked around and said, "It's not so gloomy anymore."

Zhang Qiyuan stroked the dice of fate that had finally come out to play, and his eyes wandered between the two demon kings, Tom and Zhazha Ge.

Tom was the closest, and he noticed Zhang Qiyuan's strange look: "Chairman, what are you doing?"

Zhang Qiyuan said with a smile: "I want to stamp your name." Anyone marked by the dice of fate will become a believer of the goddess of fate.

"Use this?" Tom said cautiously. "What does it do?"

Zhang Qiyuan held the dice of fate and said, "It's similar to a totem. It can be passed down. Your future children will have this pattern."

The dice of fate was thrown again, and the number 2 was facing up. Zhang Qiyuan clicked on the golden number, and the shadows of two circles appeared in the sky.

"The power of the void is a very interesting ability. I hope you can develop new ways to play."

After Zhang Qiyuan finished speaking, the shadow of a ring pounced towards Tom's eyes, and the dice of fate printed the pattern of the number 2 on the back of Tom's hand, but the color was different from that on the dice.

The dice numbers are gold and the patterns are silver.

The totem flowing on the back of the hand has faint numbers, but the obvious thing is the pattern, with two circles colliding and intertwining.

Tom was too late to stop it. Everything went dark before his eyes and he seemed to be enveloped by nothingness, floating up and down.

It was not until he heard the sound of the rings colliding that he woke up from the mysterious state of his soul leaving his body.

"What is that?" Tom felt a little weak and he didn't dare to hold on to the inner wall. Fortunately, Grindelwald came over and helped him up.

Finally, Tom was saved from the nightmare of sitting on corpse oil.

Zhang Qiyuan felt the subtle connection between the marks on Tom's body and said with satisfaction: "I'll give you the ability, but you need to develop it yourself."

Grindelwald finally understood what the last picture in the prophecy meant. He saw a purple hexagram floating in the sky and thought it was some mysterious organization.

It turned out that it was the chairman who came up with it.

"Is it my turn?"

Zhang Qiyuan pointed upwards and said, "Let's go out first. It's too dirty here."

The three people used the levitation spell and got out of the Gu jar.

Tom wasn't in a good condition after he came out, and everyone had a lot of guesses, but he soon found out why.

Why else?

The chairman has done something weird again.

Zhang Haike looked at the purple hexagram pattern on the back of Grindelwald's hand, and Tom's ring...

"I want too."

Zhang Qiyuan was prepared for Zhang Haike's words. He comforted him, "They have nothing. It is enough for us, the Zhang family, to have Qilin."

"Okay." Zhang Haike was not persistent, because he didn't understand the Fire Qilin's innate skills and the Fire Escape Technique of the Fire De Sect.

Zhang Qiyuan didn't want to continue expanding his believers, mainly because he couldn't. The world couldn't accommodate so many believers of gods, such as Zhang Tianzong, who was a believer.

After the world is downgraded, it is simply impossible for believers to continue to exist; they will either degenerate or die.

Having these two seeds of believers was already beyond Zhang Qiyuan's expectations.

After the exploration, only the stone egg was left. Although Zhang Qiyuan was reluctant to leave, the third team leader made it clear that the stone would not be opened in a short time.

"If we had any intention of opening it, I would have informed you in advance, Chairman."

Well, since the three team leaders said so, Zhang Qiyuan blinked and said, "I'll be waiting for your news at any time."

The three team leaders were once again bombarded by the beauty of the chairman. The chairman, with long hair tied in a small pigtail, had a kind of beauty that did not care about gender and life and impacted everyone equally.

Team Leader 3: Beauty is just the most insignificant ability of the chairman.

Thinking about the thunderstorm that could raze the Zhang family to the ground at any time instantly overwhelmed the shock and obsession with the chairman's beauty.

Zhang Haike led the group out of the underground research institute and went directly to the restaurant.

Zhang's Restaurant has six buildings, eight cuisines, even imperial cuisine, and some foreign delicacies. It has everything.

In Zhang Qiyuan's words, he wished he could live here and take turns living in these six buildings! !

Ah Huan and Ah Xue were not hungry, so they ran directly to the woods behind the Zhang family’s house to play.

Tom and Grindelwald exchanged their new abilities and ordered some dumplings. Zhang Haike ordered four dishes and a soup.

Zhang Qiyuan was the most impolite. He served everything from desserts, fruits, drinks, meals to staple foods.

The snake meat that Tom cut was not sent to the kitchen for processing. Zhang Qiyuan chose to show off his cooking skills because Zhang Haike had always been quite resentful about this.

The two pots are done cooking, and the delicious snake meat is freshly baked.

"Chairman, your cooking skills are amazing!" Zhang Haike exclaimed as he smelled the fragrance and chewed the tender and smooth snake meat.

Sure enough, this is what the clan leader said, the chairman's unique cooking method! !

Tom and Grindelwald were also amazed. In particular, Tom felt that his magic power had increased a lot. He looked at Grindelwald and asked, "Has your magic power increased?"

Grindelwald felt it carefully and said, "No big changes. I am an adult wizard, so even if there is any growth, it is very slight."

Zhang Qiyuan had long realized the benefits of snake meat, otherwise Ah Huan and Ah Xue would not have been able to recover their sealed abilities.

These two foodies basically eat food cooked in the pot.

Even Axue would bring back prey and ask Zhang Qiyuan to cook for him.

Zhang Haike's fingertips danced with red flames. He thought: "My ability to control flames has improved."

"If we cultivate this kind of meat for the whole tribe to eat..."

Zhang Qiyuan interrupted Zhang Haike's fantasy at an inopportune moment: "That is a poisonous snake. If you let someone else do it, they won't be able to kill the poisonous insects in the snake meat."

Zhang Haike guessed that it should be the two magical pots. He remembered the pot that Zhang Qiyuan gave to the clan leader: "Where is the clan leader's pot?"

Zhang Qiyuan scratched his head: "...It probably won't work."

Zhang Haike nodded sadly, then devoted himself to the food in front of him.