I can go back to the mysterious age

Black Peacock is a person with a strong desire to survive and puts his own safety first from beginning to end. It can be seen from the fact that he has mastered the secret art of virtualization that he is afraid of death.

He is a core member of the sect organization, and there is no superior-subordinate relationship with other core members. Including the leader who sees the beginning but not the end of the dragon, they are all on the same level. There are not many apparent constraints on core members joining the initiatory organization, so Black Peacock instantly surrendered without feeling any pressure.

Although no core member of the Zaimen organization has been captured by other forces since its establishment, he doesn't mind being the first one. In comparison, life is definitely more important.

On the still intact gray-white floor, the black peacock knelt on his knees and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. And because there is no pressure or calculation in his heart, his eyes are inexplicably clear and open. He told everyone clearly that he just wanted to surrender.

There won't be any flashy drama about dying together.

His eyes gradually scanned the surroundings, and a total of six figures stood in the square, like tall towers. The far ones are more than ten meters apart, and the close ones are behind them. It has become an unsolvable encirclement.

Several powerful breaths mixed together, and the air was compressed and heavy.

Black Peacock glanced at a few people and took a deep breath.

"Understood……"

He suddenly raised his hand and hit his chest with a palm. Without any precautions, he spat out with all his strength, directly injuring the vital parts of the heart and lungs.

With a gasp, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. With scarlet at the corner of his mouth, Black Peacock's breath was extremely weak at this moment.

He coughed three times and looked at Ka Xiu and others again.

"Is this okay? Can I stand up?"

Seeing the inexplicably sincere face of the black peacock, the six people looked at each other, and the boiling aura gradually extinguished.

The fighting subsided, a few hours later, at seven o'clock in the evening.

The slightly hot air during the day stabilized and gradually became cooler. The blue sky turned into thick black, like a huge curtain. There are thick clouds hanging above, bright and twinkling stars, and a white bright moon that emits a soft and brilliant light.

Starlight and moonlight were mixed together, giving off a cool silver color. Like a gauze, the evening breeze gently touches the cheeks of passers-by. The moonlight is clear and peaceful, and my heart is filled with silence.

The nightlife in the bustling Kula City has begun. The main urban area has roads extending in all directions, bustling streets and lively crowds.

The neon lights at night are so colorful that it looks like a colorful practice.

Only the entire street where the Tulip Antiques Exhibition is located is dark, without any lights, and full of death.

This place has been blocked by black agencies, and all aborigines or tourists staying in hotels have been transferred. All intersections in the streets and alleys were surrounded by yellow cordons, and a large number of armed police officers from the Municipal Police Department cooperated to prohibit the public from entering.

Across the street from the Tulip Antiques Show is a four-story single-family building. Police officers wearing black and blue uniforms were busy nearby. Some police officers were holding notebooks and pens, and seemed to be recording the damage to buildings and streets as required.

There were two or three police cars nearby with lights flashing on their tops.

"The impact point was on the wall on the third floor facing the street. A hole was opened in the masonry. It should be an object with great inertia and fast speed. 12345...eight walls, eight walls were broken one after another. From the other side of the building One side came out and was punched through."

On the third floor of the building, the shocking voice of the police rang out.

There were also people making statements on the street behind the building.

"The fall point was in this big pit. A hole with a diameter of four meters was opened, with a depth of two meters. The intensity of the bombardment must have been very strong. The ground within a diameter of fifteen meters sank, and most of the stone slabs in the street were shattered. . The prop is...a steamroller?"

"The structure of the roller is twisted, and there are traces of punches on the surface of the metal frame and wheel axle. Judging from the number, location and shape of the depressions, it should be left by two people fighting..."

"..."

On the street, a blue and black striped police car swayed over, its wheels stumbling on the uneven ground.

After a while, I drove near the building and stopped.

A fat middle-aged policeman opened the car door and walked over while wiping the sweat from his forehead. The police officers on both sides saw him and said hello: "Hello, Deputy Commissioner Edwin...Hello, sir..."

Edwin nodded and walked all the way to the back of the building.

He approached several police officers who were recording the scene in notebooks, and saw the leader of the special operations team not far away who was talking to his subordinates. Walking quickly with short legs step by step.

"Charlie."

"Hello, sir."

The two looked at each other and then walked to a remote corner.

Edwin whispered: "Today's events, the situation in the sealed area, all members of the special operations team cannot disclose it to anyone else. Including family members and colleagues in the police station."

"Understand?"

The usually gentle deputy director had a rare harsh tone.

"Understood, all members of our special operations team have signed confidentiality agreements and will not disclose the contents of the operation to the outside world."

Charlie nodded seriously. In addition to dealing with terrorist attacks and serial murders, their special operations team occasionally cooperated with the black organization to do some finishing work. When it comes to extraordinary events, members are naturally very strict with their words.

"Well, I know you signed a confidentiality agreement. But this time is different. In the past, if the content was leaked, the leaker would be warned and fired at most. If it is leaked this time, the leaker will be handed over to the black agency for processing. Do you understand what I mean? ?”

Edwin's tone became more severe as he continued.

"This time the action records and incident analysis of the special operations team will be entered into A-level secret files, with a high degree of confidentiality."

"A-level!"

Charlie's pupils shrank. He has been the leader of the special operations team for ten years. Most of the extraordinary events he has been exposed to are "E" level. As for "D" level events, he has only been exposed to them three times in total. Since the establishment of the Kula City paranormal incident file, there have only been two dangerous "C" level incidents, not even a "B" level incident.

But now, what he is dealing with is actually an "A" level incident. Charlie couldn't help but his throat tightened, and he felt inexplicably stressed.

He took a deep breath of cool air and nodded solemnly: "Sir, I will remind all members of the action team again and again later. The action files will be written and handed in on the spot..."

"Well, after recording here, you will go to the circular square where the most damage was done later to continue recording. The Tulip Antiques Exhibition Hall and a dozen buildings on the left and right sides have been affected..."

"It should be soon. I just went to check it out. Well... it's all been razed to the ground. Be careful not to trip over the ruins."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Edwin patted Charlie on the shoulder.

"No..." Charlie was about to speak when a scream suddenly came from the darkness of the surrounding alley, followed by a muffled sound.

In the thick shadows, a strong black-haired man wearing tight-fitting shorts walked out. His right hand was dragging a figure like a dead dog. Judging from the long silky hair and graceful figure, it was a woman. The toes of the shoes dragged on the ground, making no sound.

It looked like a dead body without any breath of life.

"who!"

Charlie blurted out nervously, and his right hand was about to draw towards his waist. As a result, he was suddenly caught by Edwin on the way.

"Mr. Feng Liusi, are there people from other forces peeking? If you need any help, please tell us."

His tone was sincere and his attitude seemed to be very low-key. Different from his surface humility and politeness, Edwin's hand grasped Charlie's wrist so tightly that his joints seemed to turn white from the force.

"It's okay, just some ants who are too curious. Just do your job well, I'm leaving."

The black-haired burly man replied indifferently.

He dragged the woman away and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

It wasn't until half a minute after Feng Liusi left that Edwin breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely, and let go of his hand holding Charlie's wrist. He turned his head and glanced at Charlie, who was a little confused.

"This Mr. Feng Liusi is a guest of the agency. The big shot of the black agency, Mr. Yamos, whom we met this afternoon, also maintained a respectful attitude in front of Mr. Feng Liusi." Edward took out his handkerchief and wiped it. Crossing his forehead: "I came one step ahead of you today. Two hours ago, I saw Mr. Feng Liusi catch a snooper with my own eyes. The snooper resisted a little fiercely and knocked down two or three walls in a row."

"Mr. Feng Liusi was a little impatient. I saw with my own eyes that he used a finger, just like this, to gently tap the person's forehead..." Edwin repeated the action, with fear in his eyes.

"Then what…"

Charlie's throat moved as his forehead was tapped.

"Then, the man cracked and fell into pieces. Starting with the skin, it looked like a spider web. The meat fell off piece by piece as if it was stewed. Without the muscles, the internal organs and blood vessels inside could not be hung up, and all fell out with a crash. . In the end, there is only a human skeleton left, which is shiny and white. I can’t even think about it..."

Edwin made an expression as if he was about to retching.

Charlie touched his cheek hastily, as if he was afraid that his skin would suddenly fall off.

There was an inexplicable hint of fear in his eyes.

When Edwin saw Charlie's panicked expression, he felt inexplicably relaxed and felt a sense of relief. Disgusting things need to be shared with others, otherwise they will remain in your heart and feel uncomfortable.

As for whether the nausea will be transmitted to Charlie, that's none of Edwin's business. He's much better anyway.

Putting the sweat-soaked handkerchief into his pocket, Edwin turned around to leave, but suddenly turned his head as if he thought of something.

"Oh, by the way. Don't go into the back hall of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition for the time being. Mr. Yamos and the others are resting in the back hall."

"Oh, I understand." Charlie nodded in a daze.

On the other side, in the back hall of the antique exhibition, the lights are very bright.

In the middle of the living room, two corpses were lying. One was torn apart, and the other seemed like a puddle of mud. Cover each with two plastic tissue wraps similar to shrouds.

In the distance, a blond figure sat on a brown leather sofa. He took a sip of hot tea and put it back on the coffee table.

In the few hours in the afternoon, Ka Xiu mainly did three things. The first was to examine the bodies of the two, the second was to discuss the ancient relic antiques and related information at the Tulip Antiques Exhibition with Cloud Dog Fist, and the third was to briefly interrogate the Black Peacock who was inexplicably cooperative.

The first thing is the corpses of Garara and Lian. Needless to say, Lian's resonance body has been drained dry. As a core member of the Gate organization, Garro possesses the Gate fragment. Card repair tried to operate the induction, but was unable to make any effective impact.

The second thing is the literal meaning. Kaxiu and others obtained the source of this batch of antiques, most of which came from an elderly collector in Mingshan City. After his death, his grandson consigned part of his antique collection to an antique show for auction.

The third thing is the relevant information revealed by Black Peacock.

For some reasons, Black Peacock keeps some aspects of the story secret, even to the point of death, and does not tell the reasons.

But in other respects, he responded promptly.

Among them is the purpose of the sect organization this time, the devil's book in myths and legends, a book that brings doom and curse to people. It contains maps of evil forbidden arts and ruins.

And it has the ability to temper and transform blood, and can reveal the information in the blood. Extract part of the original owner's character, memory fragments, desires, and even skills, secrets, and combat experience. This blood can be infused into anyone's body.

The side effect is that you have to bear the bad luck of the curse.

It should be noted that this tempting-sounding ability is suitable for mid- to low-level supernatural beings. At the level of fighters like Kaxiu and others, the mixed secret skills are a fatal weakness. What they pursue is a pure and unified spirit and a refined practice. If you swallow the tempered blood, it will pollute your own spirit.

It can be said that the gain outweighs the loss.

Only monsters like Dead Blood don't care.

The ability of the Devil's Book is very suitable for quickly cultivating a group of combat-effective subordinates, rather than assisting the strong in their cultivation.

You'll know it when you hear the exact same effect.

The so-called Devil's Book of the Sect is actually the Coupan's Box that the Blood Spirit Society wants to obtain. Inside the indestructible box is the Devil's Book, the thing that really works.

Card Xiu asked Black Peacock how to open Kupan's Box.

But Black Peacock didn't know anything about it. He didn't lie. It was the leader of the Sect organization who knew how to open the magic box. Black Peacock and others are only responsible for fighting for Coupan's Box, not opening it.

This made Ka Xiu a little disappointed.

After hearing Black Peacock's information about the Devil's Book, he was more interested in the contents of the book than in its ability to temper blood. There must be some very important things recorded in it, related to the dark era that he had vaguely sensed through various side information since he went back several times.

On the sofa, Ka Xiu was thinking and playing with the palm-sized Coupan's Box in his hand. Suddenly, he felt some unevenness where his fingers touched, and he stopped moving immediately.

Gently turned the magic box over.

Under the sun, the surface of the box is still flat and smooth.

But when Ka Xiu changed the angle, he discovered that a blue-purple pattern gradually appeared in the center of the bottom of the box.

It can only be seen by facing the light at a certain angle.

Ka Xiu glanced at the details and gradually frowned.

"Huh? Why is it similar to the Rune of Wisdom?"

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