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He casually pulled out a booklet, flipped through it, and handed it to Wu Xiaode.

"Look at this fantasy battle comic."

Wu Xiaode looked through it.

The content of this comic is very simple, it is nothing more than a story of a child with a deep hatred of blood, growing up and taking revenge.

"Can you find fun in this kind of comic?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"No one has ever known how the last era was destroyed - through studying these comics, I can see how sentient beings in that era lived. These are actually very important clues." The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode came back to the taste.

Yes, my identity is the eternal figurine of the past era.

The prisoner recognized this.

The middle-aged man also recognized this.

So now he is talking about the last era, and is he trying to make things a joke from me?

Unfortunately, I am not a figurine from the previous era at all.

As soon as he thought of this, Wu Xiaode put the booklet back on the bookshelf and said with a smile:

"Information has always been a valuable thing. You have not paid the prophecy yet, but you have to get more information from me. Isn't that a little inappropriate?"

"You misunderstood." said the middle-aged man.

"Misunderstand?"

"Because you saved me a sword... I want to pay the prophecy in advance."

The middle-aged man said, walked to the bookshelf on the other side, took out a comic book book and handed it to Wu Xiaode.

"Although they are all fantasy comics, they need to start from reality, such as some life scenes outside of battles, or common sense that people know in that era."

"There are some things in this booklet, I believe you will be interested."

Wu Xiaode listened silently, opened the comic book in his hand and looked at it a few times.

"Is this your reward?" he asked.

"Yes, I think this reward is enough to pay for the prophecy about my destiny." The middle-aged man said sincerely.

Looking at his extremely cautious and serious expression, Wu Xiaode finally became more curious about this comic book.

The other party is the strongest among the many demons.

I probably won't joke about such things.

but--

Since he felt that this book was of great value, if he showed a mismatch or ignorant look, he would definitely be disappointed.

Think about it the other way around.

If he is indeed joking or testing me, then if I show my attitude of attaching great importance to this comic book, wouldn’t he let him see through the details and laugh out loud?

I don't know if this comic is worth it.

The best reaction is-

Don't react immediately.

The only way to delay the reaction is to not read the booklet.

Wu Xiaode flashed a thought and put away the comic book, and said calmly: "Very good, since you think this reward is enough, then I will accept it."

The middle-aged man said, "Then, my prophecy--"

"The Black Dragon matter is over, I will tell you." Wu Xiaode said.

"Okay, then I'll wait for the Black Dragon to end here. By the way, why did you save me just now?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Don't think too much. If you die, my hotel will definitely be in chaos. Those demons will not listen to me, and their business will be greatly damaged." Wu Xiaode said.

“So it’s for interest?”

"Yes."

"Very good, I'm very satisfied with this answer." said the middle-aged man.

He suddenly sensed something, his expression moved, and continued, "There are a few demons who want to join the business of the Death Demon Cave, I'll take a look."

"I'm reading a book here, you don't mind." Wu Xiaode said.

"Don't mind."

His figure flashed and disappeared directly into the void.

In this underground palace, Wu Xiaode is the only one left.

Wu Xiaode was a little curious about the content in the book. He was about to take it out and read it, but his heart moved and his eyes swept through the hall.

Tianzhi took effect immediately.

Many inner dramas emerge from the void:

￣へ￣

￣へ￣

￣へ￣

￣へ￣

——Tianzhi can feel many emotions from the void, and at this moment, there seems to be many things monitoring him.

No wonder he was so relieved to stay here.

Wu Xiaode didn't care and walked slowly between the wide bookshelf with his hands in his arms.

I didn't expect to meet the prisoner's clone now.

There are also the previous law beasts.

They are all existences that they cannot resist, and the silent fog can no longer obscure their perceptions.

This doesn't work.

My greatest reliance is the ability of the death system.

Silent mist ranks first.

Then—

Upgrade it!

The Book of the Dead seemed to sense his thoughts, landed straight in front of him, and gently opened to the second page.

——The wall of sighs that sentient beings cannot overcome!

"Can the 'Mist Shadower' continue to upgrade. Can it block the perception of the law beast?" Wu Xiaode asked.

Two lines of ice crystals flash on the wall:

“Not blocked.”

"It is important to know that the law beast is an extremely top-notch existence. Just by increasing the level once, the 'Mist Shadower' cannot achieve such an effect."

"So, how many times do you need to upgrade?" Wu Xiaode asked again.

"I'm not sure yet, the 'Mist Shadow' is a new ability that conforms to your personal style, and there is no reference standard." The Book of the Dead said.

Wu Xiaode thought for a while and said, "Do all your wishes and enhance the 'Mist Shadower'."

A line of small words of ice crystal emerged:

"Are you sure you want to consume 19.38 million wishes and make every effort to improve the advanced skill of Silent Demon Mist 'Mist Shadow'?"

"Confirm." Wu Xiaodedao.

He looked at his attribute column and saw that the column of Vow Power had already returned to zero.

I get millions or even tens of millions of praises every time I broadcast it. According to the rules of the Book of the Dead, one praise is equivalent to one wish.

From this point of view, it is still unknown whether the 19.38 million wishes can be improved by a few more levels.

At the same time, a line of small words in ice crystal quietly emerged:

"The vow power consumed this time comes from many powerful people in the world, and the quality is much higher than that of ordinary sentient beings."

"So, this skill upgrade will achieve a higher level of improvement."

"Please wait for five minutes."

Wu Xiaode was stunned and thought about it carefully and it was indeed the case.

——I don’t know if those strong men have changed their names as soon as possible after they go back.

Hope they did it all.
To be continued...