Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

The book in his hand is just the size of a dictionary, with no name logo on the pure black cover. The book has heavy edge wear and appears to have been frequently thumbed by its owner.

The first is routine inspection.

Certain curse spells will be attached to the medium, and when the medium is touched and activated, the curse will erupt.

The magic surge formed into a spell and spread out from Feng Jianxi's fingertips that touched the surface of the book. Soon Feng Jianxi canceled the spell - it was safe and there was no trace of the curse remaining.

However, the strange fluctuations remain on the book, which means that the book can be classified as a magic prop. It's just that it's different from all the magic tools Kazama has seen.

Opening the cover of the book, densely packed words appeared in Feng Jianxi's eyes.

Feng Jianxi frowned. He had frowned countless times today.

Feng Jianxi couldn't understand any of the words displayed on the books. They looked like graffiti made by a child using his childlike imagination.

However, there are patterns and connections between these unfamiliar words. They seem to be a complete writing system and do not seem to be fake.

The writings of a lost civilization?

After casually flipping through the black book and not finding any noteworthy loopholes, Feng Jianxi closed the book.

He plans to take this book with him first. Among the people he knows is a magician who is proficient in language and writing. He can go to him for consultation when the time comes.

Feng Jianxi's eyes returned to the madman who looked very similar to himself. This madman is one of those people who makes people feel ominous just by looking at him.

Feng Jianxi took out the"Salomanda Engraving Ceremony" again.

Input the magic power into the magic book, and the magic book reacts immediately. The flames ignited on the madman's corpse, and within a few moments, the madman was crushed to ashes. The efficiency is better than that of a fully powered crematorium.

After destroying the corpses and removing traces of them, Feng Jianxi prepared to leave here.

Everything that happens here involves mysterious matters, and the scavengers in this area have to clean up and deal with the aftermath.

But when Feng Jianxi just took steps, his figure was stunned again.

There was a throbbing in my heart, something touching me.

If you are a fortune teller, you can immediately capture this touch and turn it into information.

But Feng Jianxi was not. He just turned around and looked at the temple gate at the front of the square.

This temple is perhaps the most luxurious building here, made of smooth ceramic tiles and complete marble blocks.

That was the residence of Khwaja Aditya, which had been reduced to fragments, and the location of his workshop.

However, as the first generation, even though"Saromanda Engraving Ceremony" greatly improved Khwaja Aditya's magical power, it was obviously still very behind in terms of creativity and skills.

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a workshop is full of loopholes. Khwaja Aditya seems to be completely focused on the warning and defense barrier around the village.

Feng Jianxi's magic eyes easily passed through the obstacles and saw the scene behind the temple. There is nothing special about the cushions, the shrine, the incense burner, and the gauze embroidered with scriptures.

But that touch still exists, as if there is something behind the temple that even the magic eye cannot detect.

Feng Jianxi hesitated for a moment, but the touch in his heart finally made him change direction and walk towards the temple.

When Feng Jianxi came to the door of the temple, when he crossed the low threshold.

In the moment he blinked, the whole world changed drastically.

The temple scene that the magic eye observed in advance disappeared and was replaced by an extremely unfamiliar scene.

In front of Feng Jianxi was a small and not spacious room. The walls of the room were made of stone and wood. From the perspective of modern people, it was extremely crude and backward.

There is a long square wooden table in the living room with five chairs in front of it. This is the only piece of furniture in the room.

There were several food plates on the wooden table, placed in front of the chair. The plates contained some kind of wheat porridge. There were also hard-looking black pieces of bread placed in the food bowl in the middle of the table. where is this place?

Why did you come here?

These two thoughts suddenly appeared in Feng Jianxi's mind, which made him subconsciously take a step back, and he touched the threshold.

Feng Jianxi looked back. The square that was supposed to be behind her disappeared and was replaced by the kitchen of this simple hut. There is a stove built from mounds of earth and bricks in the kitchen. There were also piles of split firewood piled in the corner.

With just a blink of an eye and a step forward, the surrounding time and space changed. Feng Jianxi completed a shuttle unconsciously and was transferred to an unknown place.

Feng Jianxi's pupils suddenly contracted. Under the premise that she was not trapped in some kind of illusion or special enchantment, such a transfer could be called a miracle.

Miracles in mysteries are related to being able to contact the source of 'dharma'.

This is definitely not something that should happen in the territory of a first-generation magician like Khwaja Aditya.

Moreover, this place is not peaceful either.

Even without the use of magic, Feng Jianxi could still hear the sound of flames burning outside the house and the cry of life before it passed away. The strong smell of blood spilled from outside the door into the house.

Looking at the somewhat messy long table in the room and the half-eaten and abandoned food, Feng Jianxi could imagine the scene in this room at that time.

The owner of this house learned some news and left the house in horror.

The sound interrupted Feng Jianxi's thoughts about the current situation.

Feng Jianxi heard footsteps - someone came to the door of this room.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door was opened, and the sunlight from outside poured into the house.

Bathed in sunlight, standing at the door was a man wearing a dark purple robe. The man wore a slender and sharp hood, and no limbs on his body were exposed.

Two small holes were opened in the hood, and the eyes behind the holes emitted a frightening cold light, conveying cold murderous intent.

The person's hand was holding a long serrated knife, and the jagged saw teeth were stained with minced meat. The white glove of the hand holding the serrated knife was stained red with blood.

As the door of the house was opened, the strong smell of blood poured into the house, and the person in front of Feng Jianxi seemed to have come here from the hell outside the house.

Feng Jianxi looked at the other party's purple robe. The texture, color and even style of the robe were very similar to the madman Feng Jianxi killed not long ago.

That madman comes from here...

Feng Jianxi came to this conclusion..................

The Kingdom of Lugnika, the Duchy of Karsten, and a village under it.

In the village, witch cultists wearing dark purple robes were wandering around. Outside the village, there were corpses of villagers who died in miserable conditions.

When the last villager died, the mourning disappeared, and the village fell into complete silence.

However, the dead silence was soon broken.

There was a dull loud noise, followed by the shattering of the wooden door, and a figure flew out and hit the ground like a sandbag.

This was a witch cultist, and her chest was completely dented at this moment, as if she had been knocked away by a ferocious beast, and she was silent.

All the wandering witch cultists stopped and looked towards a house.

A slender figure was slowly walking out of the house.