Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 142 Treasure
Rubbing the cover of the book carefully, what Yorks first felt was a kind of fine convexity full of grains.

This felt insignificant, trying to open the cover of the book, but the sealed fangs didn't budge.

"Huh?" There was a trace of teasing in Yorks' eyes. He didn't feel strange about this situation, but was used to it.

After all, this book is indeed somewhat evil, and since evil means there is a spirit.

Yorks pulled out the drawer of the table, and found a small hammer among the pile of sundries.

"Since you don't open it, don't blame me!" Yorks whispered softly, staring at the tightly clasped fangs, raised a small hammer and smashed it down.

He didn't believe that the material of this book could withstand his destruction. As long as it was a physical object, it meant there was an upper limit. As for whether it would damage the book, he didn't care.

The fist-sized hammer hit the sealed fangs fiercely.

boom!
With such a force, the heavy books bounced and the table shook.

And the sealed fangs are still intact, not even a trace.

"Okay, if you have the ability, I want to see if your material can withstand my smashing."

Yorks couldn't help laughing, the attribute of research began to explode, and the controlling power raised the hammer that seemed very small in his hand and hit it again, two times, three times.

boom!
Yorks didn't stop until the table was smashed on the spot, and the debris and the sundries inside were splashed in all directions.

There seemed to be no problem when the book fell to the ground. Instead, the sealed fangs he targeted began to deform under his impact.

It may not be a single point of view, but a few of the fangs are particularly obvious in the overall view, like a few bent steel bars appearing in a pile of straight steel bars, the contrast is very obvious.

"Sure enough, I knew you couldn't do it."

With a smile on his face, Yorks threw away the small hammer and walked elsewhere. Finally, he stopped in the corner where Annabell and other supernatural carriers were placed and pulled out an old sledgehammer.

His underground warehouse not only has guns, but also some tools.

This octagonal hammer was left over from the period when he was expanding his basement. It was an authentic construction site sledgehammer with a hammer head that weighed a full 45 pounds.

As soon as he took it out, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Yorks felt that the presence of the supernatural carriers such as Annabelle next to him suddenly became weaker.

"Well, good boy! I won't hit you."

Yorks smiled, patted the glass cabinet that sealed Annabel, and returned to the original place with the sledgehammer in one hand. He took a bottle of holy water and poured it on the hammer head.

The clear holy water flowed down from the hammer head and splashed on the floor. A trace of water splashed onto the cover of the book, and a trace of smoke rose up.

"Well, I want to see how tough you are. Anyway, you are an evil thing. If you are gone, it's okay."

Yorks grinned, threw away the holy water bottle, looked at the seemingly unmoved books and unmoved fangs, raised the sledgehammer, joined his waist together, and smashed down with all his strength.

This time, it was at full strength, with a 71-point physique fully erupting. Before it hit the ground, the old hammer made a huge explosion sound, and the place where it rubbed against the air began to feel a little hot.

Click!

At the moment when the sledgehammer was about to hit, Yorks clearly saw that the fangs, which had been sealed all the time, suddenly opened automatically.

click!
There was a trace of amusement in his eyes, and the muscles and sinews of his arms held up the clothes without stopping the hammer.

boom!
A deep pit with a size of two meters was easily smashed on the floor, and the sealed fangs instantly shattered into pieces, and the books became even shriveled.

Yorks seemed to hear a howl of pain, and he shook his head and put the hammer in place.

"If I knew it was like this, why bother at the beginning, it would be better to untie it automatically."

With a calm face, Yorks sat back on the chair, pulled the corner of the collapsed table to move to another place, and at the same time picked up the half-dried book and put it on it, pinching the corner of the title page to officially reveal the secret of the book.

This time, he was not hindered again, the book has a spirit, and it does not want to be destroyed.

And this book is indeed extremely evil, just from the first page, people can feel the malice in it, and I don't know how this brat dared to keep this book.

Looking at the text on the first page, Yorks squinted his eyes. The text on it is a bit old. It is the ancient Hebrew language before the 3rd century BC, also known as Biblical Hebrew, which can be regarded as the religious language of the past.

And he happened to have learned the previous Hebrew language, even Latin language, and even runic script because he was consulting the books in the secret room.

The text inside does not bother him, as long as the combination of the upper phonetic letters can form a real text.

Yorks stared at the first line, and silently read it out in his heart.

"Book of the Dead?"

The moment I read it out, an aura that could instantly plunge one into madness came from the book.

But at this moment, a pure white light flashed and wiped out the aura on the spot, leaving only falling ashes.

"In my place, if you are a tiger, you have to lie down, and if you are a dragon, you have to lie down."

Yorks spoke calmly, staring at the book of death that had regained its calm, and continued to turn the pages, not afraid of what would happen, as this book must have a triggering medium to reflect it, he didn't do anything, naturally he didn't What will happen.

The first page is turned.

What caught my eye was an illustration similar to the one I saw in the apartment building, but the protagonist in it was different, and of course it was a very exaggerated image.

It has a body covered in scales, a head that resembles a fish but has a human face. It has a pair of huge wings behind it, and long, sharp teeth and antennae protruding from its mouth.

On the whole, it looks as obvious as the monster covered in tentacles in the Bridget incident.

It made him feel that this was nothing like the demons in hell. Although the demons also have strange shapes in addition to human figures, they will not be as obvious as the images in the illustrations.

Yorks stared at the illustration, and a sense of enlightenment surged in his heart.

"A monster in the abyss?"

Eyebrows raised slightly, Yorks then looked to the side of the illustration.

The text is also in ancient Hebrew, which records the introduction and summoning ritual circles and incantations related to this monster, as well as the incantations that can connect and communicate with this monster.

"Huh? Winged half murloc."

Looking at it all the way, an unformed idea appeared in Yorks' mind unconsciously, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up.

"It's a bit dangerous. It's not too late to try again when the strength becomes stronger."

While muttering to himself, Yorks stared at the monster image in the illustration, his eyes turned into looking at treasures.

"These are all attribute points..."

(End of this chapter)