After pulling Lao Gong out of the sea,

On the surface, the two formations, which have almost no similarities, overlapped in Wen Zening's hands, and the patterns on them flashed a bright light, as if they could penetrate into each other.At the same time, the light outside? Dimmed? Not because of the setting sun or other reasons, but because of the change of the thick fog spreading from Gondwana.

Wen Zening was still observing the changes in the book in his hand, but Bo Rong had already realized the problem. He quickly separated the book from the hand-painted totem, and pointed out the window under Wen Zening's surprised eyes.

Following Bo Rong's hand, Wen Zening's sight fell on the garden outside the old house.

It was cold winter, and there used to be only dead branches and leaves and unmelted ice and snow in the flower beds. Looking at the past?, there were many birds of unknown origin. Nighthawks and crows hovered in the flower beds, neighing mournfully.

They seemed to be indefatigable, and they uttered terrifying screams to the bone. Didn't this kind of terrifying scene make one's hair tremble? It didn't last too long, and suddenly there was a red lightning, zigzagging down.

Lightning was hitting a crow that Wen Zening was watching, and at the moment the poor crow was struck, it cast its sharp eyes on the room.

Its stature is not as good as it is? The dead branches beside it have a sense of presence, but the bird that was hacked to death by the death, its dying gaze, is as terrifying as a giant beast from the abyss of hell.

It stares at Wen's house, an old house that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and it seems to be looking at Wen Zening himself. In Wen Zening's mind, there is no memory of him looking at him.

Of course, all these fear reactions have not yet reached the brain, and the thunder that resounded through the sky has already reached the ears.The thunder that seemed to tear apart the dense fog, descending from another world, struck Wen Zening's eardrums.

The sound of "crackling" smashing things came from everywhere in the whole house, and then the cats wandering around in the old house howled towards the windows from everywhere.

The noisy movement seems to be able to knock down the roof of this ancient house.

The black cat general who came to the study at some time knocked over the teacup, straight up and wanted to "pounce" on the birds outside the house.

Wen Zening was shocked to find that the book in front of him was glowing with a strange black and red light.Immediately, an indescribable and inexplicable fear swept through his thoughts, and his mental power spread from his body as if uncontrollable.

Wen Zening felt that his consciousness began to become chaotic, and he gradually felt difficulty in breathing, almost as if he was about to suffocate in the abyss, and the illusion of suffocating in the bottom of the sea came to his brain.

Wen Zening wanted to shout, to rush out like those neighing birds?, to confront the invisible monsters in the sky?

At the same time that Wen Zening's strange reaction appeared, Bo Rong quickly moved away the book in front of him, but the totem was moved away, but the influence did not end.The opened formation seems to have some indescribable power, and the two formation patterns that have been separated are gradually fused into one.

Bo Rong knew what kind of thing it was, and he wanted to destroy it in disgust, but while using his original strength, he took a look at Zening...

Will it be discovered?

The moment Bo Rong hesitated, the formation totem seemed to be alive, and struggled to leave Bo Rong's hand, avoiding a "destruction".Then hidden in the study room, that mouse-like monster with membranous wings? Gliding and falling from the height of the bookcase, flocking towards the formation like moths to a flame.

The moment the monster rushed over, the green viscous liquid was covered with black and red formations.Except for a few liquids, because the spray force was too strong, it splashed a little farther and landed on the innocent books, and the others were instantly absorbed by the formation.

The monsters came forward one after another, at this time "Bo Rong" didn't care about anything else, he stretched out a pair of bowl-thin tentacles from his body, and swung them towards the glowing formation.No? There was no formation that disappeared immediately, which made him a little more serious.

After re-adjusting the strength and angle, the gray and swollen tentacles swelled to twice the size, and the mouthparts growing on the tentacles revealed the white teeth inside, "biting" the formation, devouring and gnawing on the glowing formation. Law.

Countless birds noticed his movements, and flew towards the floor-to-ceiling windows one after another, smashing on the transparent glass with a "crash", as if they were about to break through the window at any time.

Then the membrane-winged monster? also changed its target, opened its mouth, stretched out its finger-long fangs, and attacked its tentacles?.

The blood of crows and nighthawks covered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study. As time went by, the corridor lights outside the house? It seemed to be stained with the color of blood.

The moment the birds broke the window, he had already destroyed most of the formation.The influence of the weird formation weakened, and Wen Zening's chaotic consciousness returned.But a large piece of glass shards rushed towards his face, Wen Zening wanted to turn around to avoid it in astonishment, but half a piece of glass fell on him.

Wen Zening turned his head back in astonishment, just in time to see him stretching out countless tentacles, weaving a dense and slightly crowded thick wall around his body.After blocking the damage from the shattered glass, those weird tentacles retracted? He continued to concentrate on dealing with that formation.

Wen Zening was almost frightened to death by this monster. He suppressed his beating heart in fear, and wanted to go forward to check his injuries, but found that he was surrounded by roaring birds.Also? The bleeding tentacles quickly caught the birds flying in the air, but his blood also penetrated into that weird formation. Wen Zening noticed something was wrong with him, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, but was caught by? Shake it off.

He yelled out a weird syllable with a vocal organ located somewhere in his body: "Get out?!"

Although after this sound, He never made another sound, but Wen Zening could feel Him howling and struggling in pain.

He is fighting with even more terrifying monsters.

The low growls seemed to be coming from the deep link between the two souls. Even if Wen Zening wanted to ignore it, he had to "try to stay awake" to face it.

The perception from the depths of his soul told Wen Zening that he could not leave him, and he should not even leave him too far.

I didn't know what I meant to this unknown alien monster from the bottom of the sea, but he had just saved himself, and he was injured because of saving himself.Wen Zening was convinced from the bottom of his heart that he should not leave, at least not at this time.

Broken floor-to-ceiling windows, no glass to block the cold air, and the cold wind outside blows Wen Zening's manuscript down.

Wen Zening suddenly discovered that what he had read earlier had caused these commotions. The unnamed book written in the ancient Sumerian language was lying quietly on the ground.

I don't know if it was blown by the cold wind, or it just flipped over when it fell on the ground.This book, which has caused disaster, is turning on a page that resembles a spell.

Wen Zening is familiar with the history of this continent and can read and understand most languages. Reading Sumerian is as natural as checking his mother tongue. He understands that the introductory word for the spell is "retreat".He uttered this incantation by accident, but as the vocabulary increased, Wen Zening's mental power was also drained.

But the spell was effective. The birds and monsters that were attacking him froze in place, flapping their wings and fleeing as if they had been greatly stimulated.

Wen Zening endured the torment of mental strength, finished all the prayers, and the room returned to tranquility.The flashing formation in his hand was "swallowed instantly" and disappeared into nothingness.

The study room, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, is in a mess, the bookshelves were collapsed by huge tentacles, precious and ancient books are scattered all over the place, and there is still a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Wen Zening held the unnamed Sumerian book in his hand, pulled out the chair that was still in good condition, and sat in front of him.

Because the matter was resolved too quickly, and it didn't quite fit His plan, just now it was so vicious, like tentacles about to demolish the house, it seemed a little crowded in this study.

He retracted his tentacles, revealing a handsome face belonging to Bo Rong, and turned into that well-behaved young man with blond hair.

"Teacher, I don't know." His blond hair, which had not been carefully groomed, was a little messy, and there were some scratches from glass shards on his face and arms, as if he was at a loss for everything that had just happened, showing ignorant eyes.

Wen Zening turned cold, and wanted to reprimand him, but was interrupted by an exclamation from the old servant.

The old servant Wen Da, who came back with five cats in his arms, shouted from the yard.

He was so shocked that he couldn't add more, and the voice of astonishment came from far to near: "My God? What happened here?!"

The flower branches waiting for the ice and snow to melt in the flower bed were scorched, the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows in the study were shattered into rubbish, blood was all over the floor, and there were a few sporadic corpses of crows and nighthawks on the ground.

The most important thing is that his master is in the study and is in danger.

Wen Da casually put down the litter of cats in his hand, walked forward quickly, pulled Wen Zening over to look up and down, and after confirming that the owner was just a little embarrassed and not injured, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Master, what's the matter? Just now I saw a dull lightning strike in the direction of our house from a distance, so I hurried back."

Wen Da's concerned eyes were not fake, Wen Zening paused, and explained: "It's nothing, it's just that the lightning struck the flower bed and the glass was shattered."

In addition to these things in the study, there were bloodstains on the broken glass. Wen Da obviously didn't believe this explanation.

But Wen Da didn't delve into it. He cast his disgusted eyes on Bo Rong who was next to him, and accused him, "Why didn't you persuade Young Master to leave the study just now? It's so dangerous here!"

Wen Da's words of accusation burst out, and Wen Da had no idea what kind of monster the "person" he reprimanded was.

Amidst Wen Da's accusations, the air seemed to be frozen to a certain degree.

Thinking of this, Wen Zening nervously wanted to stop Wen Da. After all, who knew if He would suddenly swallow Wen Da just like he swallowed those birds, those monsters, and those shining formations just now.

He worriedly pulled Wenda, who was talking endlessly, but he didn't listen to what the young master said this time, and he said to Bo Rong earnestly: "Young master doesn't want to marry a decent wife back. How many years can the old bones live? Young master will depend on you to take care of him in the future, young master will only have you in the future."

After Wen Da said this, even if he didn't explain it, the atmosphere suddenly eased down. "Bo Rong" was full of humility and asked for advice, and quietly listened to Wen Da's reprimand. Finally, "Bo Rong" even handed Wen Da a cup of hot tea, motioning him to continue with the "Notes on taking care of the young master".

Wen Da, who has taken care of Wen Zening since he was a child, obviously knows a lot about Wen Zening, and there are certain things that Bo Rong himself does not know.

He was very interested in this, and listened carefully, and even took notes.

Wen Zening: ...

Wen Zening heard the central topic of the two people's discussion? Some people couldn't sit still, why did they share with Him about how old they were!

Wen Zening felt awkward and wanted to leave, but was worried that he would not be there. This? A monster? He ate his loyal old servant, but he had to stay? He didn't want to hear Wen Da tell him his embarrassing things.Wen Zening wanted to stop Wen Da who suddenly talked too much, but after hearing it, Wen Da looked hurt again, as if he no longer trusted him.

Thinking of what he said to the old servant yesterday, Wen Zening sighed inwardly, as if he was indeed a little harsher.

Unable to explain clearly, Wen Zening coughed lightly at him, and looked at the monster more seriously: "Stop chatting, you should clean up this place quickly, Wenda, go and find a nearby carpenter. Seal it first."

"The books here are precious inheritance, what does it look like if they just fall on the ground like this!" Wen Zening's words awakened the dreamer.

The old servant was a little dazed. He looked at the mess all around him in shock. Obviously he was also very puzzled. Why did he disregard the books that represent the inheritance of the Wen family and instead chatted with this stinky brat about his master? .

Wen Da snorted, "I see, young master, I'm going to find a carpenter now, and it will be fixed tonight!" Wen Da, who is in his 80s, received the order and ran as light as a swallow, vigorous and flexible , I can't see it at all? I can't tell it's an elderly person.

Wen Zening glanced at Wen Da who was going away, and said to the monster with a cold face, "It's what you did that made Wen Da tell you so much, right?"

He seemed very happy that Wen Zening was talking to himself like this, hooked the corners of his mouth, brushed away his slightly long blond hair, and smiled at Wen Zening, "This is the effect of spiritual power. Teacher, you will do it too."

Wen Zening does know how to use spiritual power to influence the will of others. This is the ability of a guide.

But Bo Rong is a sentinel...

"I couldn't do it before because I wasn't strong enough. Teacher, you have heard the legend about the Dark Sentinel. You can regard me as a very strong Dark Sentinel." He explained seriously, but already Started to clean up the messy study with his tentacles.

Wen Zening said slightly sarcastically: "Isn't there? There is a sentinel who can grow tentacles."

Did he seem to be able to hear the meaning of Wen Zening's words, and asked Wen Zening with a smile and good temper: "Ning Ning saved me just now, was it because he was worried about me? Is it in Ning Ning's heart that I Is it more important?"

"Does Ning Ning want to know my name?"

Wen Zening: ...

There is no reason, Wen Zening felt that when he asked the next question, he looked a little nervous.

For such an existence as He, the name should be very important.

Wen Zening didn't answer his question, and he didn't force an answer, but after confirming that Wen Da had left the old house, he stretched out seven or eight tentacles and began to clean up seriously.

"Teacher, don't worry, this place will soon become clean and tidy."

He looked so much like Bo Rong that Wen Zening couldn't help feeling in a trance, shaking some things he believed in before.

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