The book was spread out, and the two pages recorded a name and half a page of handwriting, which didn't seem to have much content.

Wu Ling motioned for the thin man to bring the pen and ink, and introduced it: "Dasco Felilando, a demon who likes to disguise himself as an adult. It was first discovered in a small town. It plays the role of a middle-aged man whose entire life has traces to follow, and the townspeople have no idea of its true identity. That time, it escaped. It has since been spotted several times by exorcists and wizards, but no deaths have been recorded. The Great Wizard has also captured it, but its strength is average, and it has no characteristics, and it is relatively rare when it is driven by the Great Wizard. ”

When Wu Ling said this, he had already used the quill pen to stain the blood in the glass bottle.

Blood stained the tip of the quill and extended along the barrel, rendering the roots of the feather, making the otherwise holy pen evil and demonic.

My feelings are not simply due to the change in the color of the quill, but an indescribable subconscious that influences my perception.

Wu Ling held the pen in his hand and wrote gorgeous characters on the back of half a page.

Her handwriting is fluid. Blood seemed to flow from the barrel of the pen, staining the paper red. When the handwriting is dry, it turns from red to black, and it also brings a sense of stale vicissitudes after the passage of time, and this antique-like book is natural.

I had some doubts about the authenticity of these things for a moment.

Wu Ling should really have put in the effort to find the relics left by the Great Wizard, and she might have really found those things recently. It's just that Wu Ling himself couldn't be sure whether these things were real, so he called the thin man according to the original plan.

I glanced at Wu Ling, and then at Gu Mo.

Both of them looked very calm. Gu Mo seemed to be listening to something, slightly absent-minded.

I really couldn't tell the clue from the faces of the two of them.

But from the thin man's face, I could see 100% belief. There was also exclamation on the fat man's face.

In that case, it should be possible, right?

I thought to myself, suddenly felt something, and turned my head to look over.

The door to the office was closed, but a figure appeared in the doorway.

The foreigner in the baseball cap looked up and smiled at me, and a circle of ripples appeared on his body, and his appearance changed from an ordinary person to a demon with horns on his head.

I turned to face it, watching its every move warily.

The exclamations of the thin and fat men stuck in their throats, like chickens and ducks whose necks have been pinched.

I squinted my eyes and saw that Gu Mo had been in good shape, but he stood up slightly straight, while Wu Ling didn't move. I heard Wu Ling's rustling of writing continue.

"The Book of Demons." The demon spoke, the same as before, standard Mandarin, not to mention the local accent, not even the accent of a foreigner. It's just that its voice is like a murmur, full of memories.

The sound of writing did not stop.

The demon laughed, and there wasn't much sarcasm in his voice, "Don't pretend, I know this book is fake." ”

I was shocked and subconsciously looked at the thin man.

The thin man's expression tensed, and his eyes widened.

The demon didn't notice my small movements, and continued to Wu Ling, "You also know that this is fake, right? Is there any other means? ”

The demon said, tilting his head, his gaze sweeping over us.

My heart lifted.

The thin man's body moved, probably realizing something.

"But it didn't work." The demon retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand, and its quaint notebook appeared in his hand, "The real Demon Book is here, no matter how many tricks you make, as long as I know this, you can't use the Demon Book against me." ”

The rustling of writing stopped.

I felt Wu Ling put down his pen and stood up from the sofa.

"Who are you?" Wu Ling asked.

"Not Dasco Felilando." The demon blinked, then sighed, "What a nostalgic name." Good for you to find the name. If you're mistaken, Dasco used to be my favorite demon. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen its body and the way it acted. ”

When I heard this, I felt that something was wrong. The thought that I hadn't caught before seems to have come back to me. It's like listening to a song and singing along, but you can't remember the title.

"The Great Wizard." Wu Ling opened her mouth, and the three words were squeezed out of her mouth almost word by word.

The demon flipped his hand, bowed slightly, and his fingers flew around, as if he had made some complicated gesture.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Wizard of the East. The dark mage you sent me was funny. These days, it's hard to find a staunch demon believer. That's how times have changed. There was no room for devilish believers in this era, and the poor little lamb was crushed to death by the wheels of the times. "The tone of the demon's voice became strange, giving me the illusion that I was watching a classic translated film.

"Erased his name, fused with the demon he controlled, and became a demon. Is this your choice? Wu Ling asked.

The demon's smile was very human, "I chose to live forever in this way, witnessing the changes of the times with my own eyes. In order to survive forever, I need a strong soul to deal with the cataclysm that follows. Human life is too fragile. Don't you think it's a pity that you have such a powerful soul, but you die as simply as an animal? Especially like you, like him, like this powerful Mr. Ghost......"

The demon said, turning his head to look down the hallway.

I turned my head to look over and saw only the hallway entrance. But I felt a change in the yin qi in the office. It should be Ye Qing who appeared.

"Be my partner, walk with me, you can do so much more. Your wishes, I will make them come true for you. "The devil bowed again, like an elegant gentleman.

"That can't be." Wu Ling replied.

The demon's face was still facing Ye Qing, but he just squinted at Wu Ling, and his gaze turned to mine.

"I can understand your thoughts. If I met such a person in my lifetime, an exorcist, or in the words of people today, a superpower, I would also be moved, and I would think of many earth-shattering plans that seemed feasible. However, after becoming a spirit and seeing the reality of the world, I no longer have this kind of thought. The demon smiled and retorted Wu Ling's words with ease, "The cataclysm is coming, and only the strong can survive." The nature of the ability is not enough to change the world, or even his own destiny. It is impossible to turn back from the arrows and bullets that are shot. It's like the mass extinction of life in ancient times. Only the strong and the lucky will survive. There is no third possibility. And no one can stop it. We can only look forward and try to survive. ”

The demon said, spreading his hand and shaking his arm slightly, "I can see that you have used the magic I invented to escape your fate. You have all died, and it is because of this man's power that you have been resurrected. That magic is still in you, but that is not enough. If you don't completely become another life, you will still be choked by fate, and you will wear shackles before and after death. ”

When I heard this, I was getting more and more frightened, and I couldn't help but restrain my breathing.

This demon seems to see through everything. Its identity and experience are terrifying.

I couldn't help but look into the corridor, wanting to see Ye Qing.

What if the great wizard was able to erase his name and erase his existence at the beginning, combine with the demon, become a demon image spirit, and exist forever, Ye Qing? Ye Qing is now a ghost, but maybe, he can also turn into some kind of spirit, into a more free and powerful existence.

(End of chapter)