Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke was a disgrace to the Begg legend of this mutual aid club.

It's just a little trick to put gold on your face. You mean to call yourself the master of the destiny?

Liu Bei also said that he was Zhongshan Jingwang Liu Sheng, and went back more than 300 years.

Mutual Aid actually adds at least 800 years of its own history, and this cowhide really blows.

And that's why Luke despises mutual aid.

Because these killers can't even do small things like brag, "My ancestors are bigger than me."

Plus, they use precious drug bath raw materials to treat killers, which Mutual Aid evaluates here, and there's only one -- literate, horrible.

Look at his Tony Stark. He's living a good life.

Indeed, those who have died from the arms of the Stark Group must be countless times more than the total targets of the Mutual Aid mission in its two hundred years.

But the Stark Group is an important American valve, and the Mutual Aid Society is a dark group in the dark world.

The point is, Mutual Aid has been going on for more than 200 years, working for two centuries in the killer business, but it is still a group of unseen killers, which is out of brains.

The magical bath alone can make mutual help a major force.

Ancient times can easily become guests on the throne, and modern times can become important pharmaceutical companies, but it has been so mixed for 200 years.

Don't say that people are willing.

How many don't want to be Tony Stark and want to be Sloane?

It can only be said that there is no cure for brain deficiencies.

Now, Luke's here.

He thinks that this brain deficiency is best not to keep the disgusting people and send them to accompany them sooner rather than later.

And first, he has to really see what that so-called "destiny” is.

So he walked up to the weaving machine and said, "Get in there."

The KACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKACKATOR is still in place and works diligently.

SYSTEM: The host is requested to use physical contact with the item to complete the collection.

Luke's heart is pounding: Goddamn it, it's funny!

The system daddy rarely gives the prompt, then the fabric machine is not ordinary color.

So he pressed his hand against the weaving machine.

The clattering weave suddenly disappeared and the room was suddenly quiet.

Luke stared at his eyes and couldn't even sleep in his heart.

System: Discover cause-and-effect magic items that can be converted to 500,000 points, or used to modify the system panel to convert points?

Someone was really stunned this time.

Half a million points? Only 20,000 points for that collection of evil thoughts and 50,000 for the wreckage of Odin's Destroyer...

Well, after all, it's just a small piece of a bunch of debris, and the complete destroyer should be no less than half a million points.

But the complete Destroyer, though lifeless, has Odin's legacy, such as Ni Wen protection, and the storage space cannot be forcibly collected.

The fateful weaving machine in front of him was easily inserted into his bag.

What's more striking is the "cause-and-effect magic prop” in that tip, which actually exists in the world?

……

An angry roar in the Hell dimension shocked a guy holding a sheep in his hand: "Who is it? Who destroyed my altar? ”

If Luke could see the growler, or hear the sound, he'd be careful what he said.

Murphysto's body burst into infinite black fog and swept wildly around.

Countless evil spirits howled, caught in the fog and disappeared.

Murphysto would definitely be heartbroken.

These are the little toys he's been collecting for years, and now he's dead, and his future is much less fun.

But now he doesn't care.

To describe his state of affairs in one sentence, that is - incompetent rage.

What Mephisto wanted in his mind was to turn it into a bullet screen, probably a brush screen for such crude words as "Mayhem Fako” and “CNMD”.

A few months ago, he was defeated by that bizarre North Fight and fled back to hell helplessly.

But the split did not truly escape and was destroyed in front of him.

Even worse, that Beidou launched a strange attack that went back to the soul of the Murphysto body, giving him a hard time.

Even now, those dark golden energies are still inside him.

Instead of addressing this weird energy, Murphysto's tools were exhausted and succeeded in aggravating his injuries by more than 10 per cent, driving him mad.

He's not a defenceless demon lord, but this time he planted too much.

Moreover, he found that he could no longer travel to Earth.

The weird energy will instantly overtake his body as soon as he tries to enter the Earth.

Murphysto is an ancient demon with culture and knowledge.

He soon understood the special attribute of this strange energy - soul bonding.

It acts directly on his soul.

His own soul is powerful and in his own exclusive dimension of hell, enough to withstand this kind of damage against his own soul.

Split souls are not powerful enough, and when they travel to Earth, their strength plummets, and of course they are killed by strange energy seconds.

For Mephisto, the soul is not a cream cake either, it cannot be split at will, and every single one is precious.

Tried twice, succeeded in aggravating his injuries, and he stopped thinking about going to Earth to find that Beidou trouble.

These two experiments boosted weird energy by more than 10 percent.

It can actually get some kind of complement from the Destruction Split, further strengthen itself, and then increase the damage to the Mephisto Split.

This made Mephisto scold the hell out of "Flower Q” for days.

Nevertheless, attempts have yielded results.

He can sense that weird energy is ultimately a tree of passive water.

As long as he doesn't continue to die and give it a "bite”, it will also fade away slowly every day.

In a decade at most, it will disappear completely.

What can Murphysto do? He's desperate, too.

Now, he can only stay in hell honestly and wait for the demon to heal.

For an ancient demon like him, more than a decade is nothing but a nap for mankind.

But he didn't expect the nap to start, as if it had just closed his eyelids and happened again.

He placed it on Earth, a special altar for collecting boutique souls that suddenly disappeared from the senses.

That feeling, it's like someone suddenly took out one of his kidneys.

In addition, the kidney disappeared strangely.

If the special altar is destroyed, than the waist of an ordinary man is stabbed, the more powerful and thorough the altar is destroyed, the more agitated the stabber, the more obvious the pain.

But what was that like?

Murphysto just felt like someone was suddenly using some method to move his waist straight away.

He didn't have time to feel any pain, just that the place in his soul that belonged to the special altar was suddenly empty, empty, empty.