Otherworldly Merchant

I couldn't help but freak out when I saw the scene!

Generally speaking, what technique you practice will show up on your soul, such as Lei Haotian and the little old man, who, at a glance, practiced wooden magic and fire, although bright in color, is not yet shaped, that is to say, shallow.

But this big skull in the middle is so realistic, it's almost intact -- just slightly blurred in the middle of the head.

That is to say, Imzai, an old man, is practicing necromancy, and is a very pure white bone line. Unlike the dark system of the three great priests, the white bone system is good at external force attack, can cultivate the white bone technique of external force attack to this level, it is amazing!

I don't know what Satan's father is like!

Surprised to be surprised, I can't think any more.

After all, with my current fix, there is only one minute to go from dreaming, and there is no time to delay, rushing towards the skull.

The skeleton was like a light on the door, and as soon as I rushed through it, it was like pushing the door open.

Breathe, tens of millions of images flying across the sky.

From childhood with naked asses playing to juveniles with freshly grown mustaches to accumulating long mustaches, Imzai's entire life's memory is like a tumbling freighter, fully displayed in front of me!

I quickly adjusted my mind and thought of myself as Imzai for the time being: I wanted to be important, confidential, so that no one else could know these keywords.

The memory image immediately shrunk by half, but remained dense and numb, indistinguishable for a short time.

Thirteen people gathered together, each reaching out to their left hand and folding into a tall tower, as if taking an oath of something.

Behind them was a burnt old Russian tank filled with bloody bodies.

This should be the experience of leading the anti-Soviet guerrillas when he was young.

There was a half-white bone weird face pressed against his kneeling head with one hand and a black sheepskin book with the other, as if he was being taught something.

The ground was full of horrible, very skeletons, and this was clearly the scene when the Father of Satan taught him the magic of death.

There was also a white man dressed with glasses, smiling and shaking his hand, standing beside him a few soldiers of height, size and alert, who at first glance were elite in the army. That white man, I know very well, sounds like Changqing Kissinger of international politics.

There are countless memory images like this!

Im an old guy whose life experience is so bizarre and mysterious that he could just say one thing and shock the world enough!

But I don't have time to look at it again now, hurrying and meditating: treasures, hidden.

Memory images are again sharply diminished, with only a dozen left.

In a big, dark hole with tons of boxes of firearms and ammunition neatly in the yard, a bunch of black-covered guys are still carrying it.

A dozen heavy iron boxes were opened accordingly, and someone next to them was checking the counting, and each big iron box was actually filled with gold!

Drugs, arms, gold, oil. There is also a brochure of this kind, like a confidential document, which he hides in various places! Looks like this old guy has a lot of secrets, dozens of treasure spots alone.

However, these are not my current concerns.

Several of these images quickly caught my attention.

It's not arms gold, it's not a secret list code or anything, it's a square box, in shape, much like the one held in the hands of Satan's father, and if I'm right, it's definitely the Dead Spirit Bible stolen from the Dead Spirit Church.

Imzai put this little box in a hole in the stone wall, and the next image was of a big, broken stone.

Looks like this guy blew up the hiding place. He may be the only one who knows where...

If possible, I'd like to see what's written in the Dead Spirit Bible, and what's so different from the Shadow Book.

The other image is of him holding a little ball and heading into a sealed little box.

The sphere is only the size of an egg yolk, it is surrounded by very irregular convex spots, the interior seems transparent, and there is a bright white light, I have never seen anything like this, I have never even heard of it. If you have to metaphorically, it's a very spherical integrated circuit.

Im putting this in a sealed little box and then pouring concrete on it and turning it into a fist-sized rock.

The last image is of this rock stuck in the belly of a crocodile!

Ah, I see!

This little ball is a must for our mission, and he hid it in the crocodile.

But crocodiles are not the rarest thing in the world. There are many of them! Which one is it? And where is it?

Too bad the images don't speak!

With my current modification, I can only see memory images, and I can't know anything about memories other than vision.

What are we gonna do?

As I was struggling, I suddenly found a small detail in that final image.

He came alone when he did it, and it was night.

There was a huge shadow next to the crocodile he had crushed ashore.

That shadow is a little onion, much like the roof of the Middle Eastern religion! From the position of the shadow projection, it should be on the southeast side of that circular church.

Southeast side of Middle East Church, crocodile in the water!

These two specific conditions, though very vague, finally outline the approximate orientation, at least with the clues that are being sought.

At this time, the time for dreaming is almost up, and I don't have time to look at anything more, so hurry back.

Countless images came together again in chaos, and I walked out of that illusory skull door, and the images of the crowd appeared again, but the position of the station had changed.

I don't know what happened during this period, but I can't wait to think about it and retreat!

After turning his mind, his body shook violently, his ears buzzed, and his eyes were also straight golden. This was influenced by the power of dreaming reflexes. Originally for this kind of spell, I am still in the research stage, I do not master the skill. Now I am in a hurry to carry out it, it is really some unforeseeable pain! There was a mess in my head, my heart beating like my body and soul were about to explode.

I bit my teeth, endured endless pain, and stood on my feet for a while, which eased a little.

Open your eyes and scare me!

My invisibility was broken when I was sitting in the hallway.

Just now I'm in extreme pain, don't say anything about precautions, I don't know everything about the outside world! If someone just happened to be passing by, they wouldn't have to be any good at it. Any terrorist could kill me with a lighter knife.

I wiped a forehead that exuds cold sweat. I couldn't help but be frightened. I quickly pulled out the transmitter and whispered to the other side: "Gao, I've got a lead! He hid it in the crocodile. ”

“Crocodile? What alligator.” The desk immediately heard a whispering and impatient voice from Kosheng Cold.

“You go find a river pond with a church in the northwest direction or something, and the crocodile is right there! ”

“Okay.” Gao Shengcoln answered quickly, “What kind of crocodile is it? Male or female, what size? ”

“I don't know...”

I just answered, suddenly I heard a shout, and at the same time, there was a sound pulling the bolt.

No, I got caught!