The Black Book

A group of fighting [tourists], let's die. Each of these blind guys will "die" several times every year. Their corpses, connected head to tail, can circle the earth several times.

At most, send a mild apology letter in your own name.

The key is that Junior Brother Zhu’s mental state is worrying...

Sometimes silly, sometimes crazy...

Even if the other party was at fault, his reaction was a bit too extreme.

They started killing each other at the slightest disagreement. Looking at the photos of the scene, it looked like a slaughterhouse. The hall was covered with blood!

no!

Next time I see him, I have to talk about him!

The descendants are also human beings, and the lives of [tourists] are also lives. They cannot be killed casually!

Just as Feng Zhaobai was frowning in thought, Wang Hua on the side hesitated, hesitated for a long time, and then spoke.

"Actually, these are all trivial matters. I have more important information about Junior Brother Zhu."

Hearing this, Feng Zhaobai cheered up and looked at him seriously.

"What information?"

"See for yourself."

Wang Hua handed him a form, and the words on it made Feng Zhaobai confused.

"Phantom realm entry and exit records? Why are you paying attention to this thing when you have nothing to do?"

"That's right, most people won't pay attention to this at all. I was bored and checked it out, and found something wrong."

"What's the problem?"

"Look carefully at Junior Brother Zhu's records."

After a quick glance, Feng Zhaobai's doubtful pupils suddenly dilated.

Seeing Feng Zhaobai's reaction, Wang Hua smiled bitterly.

"Since he left the country last time, there has been no official entry or exit record from [Gate Door]. This conflicts with the time of his last competition!"

"Is there a recording error?"

"The computer automatically enters it. You have to swipe the [Dragon Emblem] three times before and after, and confirm it five times. It is almost impossible to make mistakes."

Feng Zhaobai was silent for a long time, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

"Private door?"

"No, he left the official free and safe [door] open, why would he go through the [private door]?"

After hearing Feng Zhaobai's soliloquy, Wang Hua hesitated for a moment and boldly guessed.

"Is there a possibility... Junior Brother Zhu, he can [open the door] by himself!"

"Hiss~"

As soon as these words came out, even Feng Zhaobai couldn't help but take a breath, shocked by his guess.

But after thinking carefully for a moment, Feng Zhaobai shook his head hesitantly.

"It's unlikely. Junior Brother Zhu's spiritual power is far from enough to penetrate illusion and reality, let alone form a stable channel...unless..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Hua added calmly.

"Unless it's anchored by faith! With his personality, it's possible."

Feng Zhaobai: “…………”

The room fell into a long silence. Feng Zhaobai tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically and looked out the window with unfocused eyes.

Without disturbing his thoughts, Wang Hua stood quietly aside. It took a long time before he heard a response.

"I know about this matter, and it has been classified as top secret and is prohibited from being leaked."

"yes."

Nodding, Wang Hua, who was about to leave, suddenly remembered something and turned to Feng Zhaobai and said.

"By the way, there is one more thing related to Junior Brother Zhu. I think it is necessary to tell you."

"What's up?"

"Do you still remember the [Susano-o-Ming] who was trampled to death by Junior Brother Zhu before?"

"Remember."

"In the internal network of the Ascension Tournament Organizing Committee, he has not been removed from the list."

"What's the meaning?"

"In other words, he is probably not dead and still retains his qualifications to compete!"

Hearing this, Feng Zhaobai frowned and murmured to himself: "I'm very sure that he was dead at that time..."

But when he thought of the true identity of [Susano no Ming] and the two sisters behind him, Feng Zhaobai felt a sudden realization in his heart.

The power of resurrection and rebirth is an impossible miracle for mortals, but for the reincarnation of immortal gods who have descended from the high heaven, it just depends on how much price they are willing to pay...

No wonder they wanted to take away the body. They thought they just didn't want to be whipped by Junior Brother Zhu...

Pursing his lips thoughtfully, Feng Zhaobai nodded to Wang Hua.

"I know, I will pay attention to this information."

"Um."

After reporting his work, Wang Hua walked straight out of the office. After he left, Feng Zhaobai took out a tablet and raised Zhu Haomiao's entry-exit inquiry authority to the administrator level with the authority of the highest person in charge of the Yanhuang Arsenal.

Looking at the names that had been completely erased from the surface system, Feng Zhaobai sighed helplessly.

"You can always come up with something new for me..."

………………………………

Buzz~

In the dark room hidden deep under the Nine Earths, a figure who had been sleeping for more than twenty days faintly opened his eyes.

【Sloth】+20

A strange and twisted dark light appeared in the depths of the deep pupils, just like a stone thrown into a calm lake. The time and space in the entire room rippled, spreading like ripples.

Slowly sitting up, feeling the powerful roaring power inside his body, Zhu Haomiao had the illusion that he could tear the earth apart with one punch!

While adapting to the sudden increase in power, Zhu Haomiao looked at the records in the [Black Book].

[Die Lang Jin]: LV.5 → LV.6 (perfect)

【Power】+7

【Body】+3

【Fine】+3

A thick golden light came into view, as if some kind of qualitative transformation had taken place. On the [Illusionary Page] of the [Black Book], the three words [Dielang Jin] twisted and squirmed, deformed and condensed little by little, and turned into an illusory mysterious rune.

The faint seven-color divine light swayed and bloomed, even permeating the [Book Page], and condensed the same symbol on the back of the [Realistic Page] representing the real dimension!

Looking at the beautiful rune blooming with seven-color divine light, Zhu Haomiao's pupils enlarged little by little.

In the dark, he seemed to know that illusion had penetrated reality, and even in the real world, he could use the extraordinary power of [Dielang Jin]!

Endless ecstasy surged in his heart, and Zhu Haomiao subconsciously wanted to return to reality, but in a blink of an eye, he suppressed his excitement.

Calm down!

This thing won't run away!

Just do the regression test next time...

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Zhu Haomiao continued to move his sight downwards, looking at the records in the [Black Book].

[Swift Wind Strength]: LV.4→LV.5 (Great Accomplishment)

[Agility] +4

[Spirit] +2

[Qi] +2

A wonderful sense of clarity enveloped the mind, and the air flow within a radius of several meters seemed to be reflected in the mind.

Even from the angle behind that could not be seen by the naked eye, it seemed that a subtle and vague induction was faintly produced.

Zhu Haomiao even had a kind of enlightenment. If there was an attack or killing intention, his induction would be more acute and more accurate!

Compared to the purely physical development of [Dielang Strength], [Swift Wind Strength] seemed to be more focused on the spirit and more introverted!

Blinking his eyes, Zhu Haomiao put aside distracting thoughts and looked at his most important six-dimensional attribute.