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Chapter 394 Embers of the Past (23)
"So, after thinking about it for so long, you still haven't been able to remember how the astral path ritual for summoning astral creatures was researched?" Wu Mingkong couldn't help asking.

"Let me say it again, I have never researched this kind of star trail ceremony at all. I don't even know how to research this kind of thing where the astral world is." how many times.

Wu Mingkong didn't believe it at all: "Aren't you fooling me, no, you have to show me the memory, otherwise I won't believe it."

The director general thinks that Wu Mingkong is really crazy. If you don't believe me, it's none of my business. Why should I show you the memory?

If it wasn't for being unable to defeat Wu Mingkong, the head of the chief would have beaten Wu Mingkong to death long ago, and the provincial Wu Mingkong was always nagging in front of him.

"It's really stingy." Wu Mingkong couldn't help muttering when he saw that the head of the chief agency didn't respond.

"There are a few good psychiatrists here in the shelter. They are very experienced in rationality. Why don't you ask them to sort it out for you?"

In this regard, Wu Mingkong has a black thread. To be honest, based on the words of the head of the chief, if he could not be beaten to death, Wu Mingkong designated even his ashes. There is actually a problem?

He was the one who summoned the big praying mantis from the astral realm without losing his sanity using the star trail ceremony. How could he have mental problems? This shows that his sanity is very strong.

And he was fine after seeing so many indescribable phantoms before, which is enough to prove his mental state.

"Let's save it, there are so many out-of-sense investigators in your containment agency, so don't waste it on me." How could Wu Mingkong let the other party see it? Doesn't it mean that he really has mental problems?

The head of the chief office expressed his regret. If Wu Mingkong didn't refuse, he would definitely be given a diagnosis of intermittent sanity loss syndrome. Otherwise, how could it be basically normal, and occasionally have a convulsion?

Not only the director general expressed regret, but Wu Mingkong also expressed regret. It is not a big deal to let him look at his memory, but it is a big deal to skip privacy. He is not the kind who will extract the appearance of the other party when he was a child and make three The minute-by-minute documentary marked the head of the chief's childhood memories and sent it to all the investigators of the containment agency. He would never do such an immoral thing that would damage the reputation of the head of the chief.

"Are you sure you don't want to show me your memory? Maybe I can see why you forgot the star track ceremony for summoning astral creatures." Wu Mingkong asked again very kindly.

"Leave that aside, Simon has brought me a piece of news, you must be interested." The head of the chief agency said as if changing the subject.

Now that the other party changed the subject, Wu Mingkong was too embarrassed to ask further, mainly because the other party felt that he was interested, so it must be a very interesting thing.

"Let's talk about it." Wu Mingkong said nonchalantly, but he was constantly analyzing the Star Trail Ceremony in his mind.

"The little brother you brought was attacked by a murloc professional from the outer seas, but there was no danger. Although the murloc professional from the outer seas had mutated, and his physical fitness was comparable to a third-order transcendent, he was still attacked by your little brother. Kill him, it's a pity that your little brother's occupation is incomplete, and he is only at the first level, otherwise I couldn't help but recruit him into the containment agency." The head of the chief agency summed it up simply and clearly.

Oh, the former mascot picked up by Wu Mingkong is now the broom star. Recently, Wu Mingkong has been analyzing the star track ceremony and exchanging experience with the chief commander. up.

Unexpectedly, after a lapse of time, the news of this guy's double-level murder came. As for why he was attacked by a murloc professional from the outer sea, Wu Mingkong didn't know, and he was not an almighty boss.

"That being the case, since you are also the founder of Star Trail Ceremony anyway, why don't you help you complete your career." Wu Mingkong ignored Ron's words from the director general, and instead focused on this.

"I can't help it. This profession is probably just a semi-finished product researched by someone. I can't complete it without any research." The chief director smiled and directly refused.

He doesn't have the time, and he is currently studying the experimental data of the innate real body sent to him by Wu Mingkong, trying to restrain the distortion in himself little by little.

Although the current results are minimal, at least the results are much better than his own mindless research. For him, it is already a qualitative breakthrough, opening a gap for him. As long as this gap is enlarged, he can have A bountiful harvest.

Wu Mingkong was not surprised by the refusal of the director general. He found that the distorted chief director in front of him was somewhat contradictory, but he couldn't find the contradiction for a while.

What surprised Wu Mingkong even more was Ron. This guy really seemed to have the protagonist's life, but it's a pity that there is no luck in this world, otherwise he would definitely be able to see it, and he doesn't know if he can keep it.

But now Ron already has the value of Wu Mingkong's investment.

He found that since his world-suppressing supernatural power was completed, there was basically no such thing as luck in the dungeon, and all of them were circumvented. The world's providence can still meet, but there are fewer, but all kinds of indescribable ghost things Make him helpless.

"Okay, let someone send this thing to Ron, and take it as my reward for him." Wu Mingkong said, and took out a ring from his arms. The animal ring is still alive.

"No problem." The head of the chief office said meaningfully, and he naturally saw that storage is not a rare thing, but if it is alive, it will be interesting.

This must be alive, this thing is the incarnation of Wu Mingkong, it can not only store things, it can also be used as a monitor, and it can also be used as a portable grandfather and golden finger plug-in in an emergency.

Send Na Ring away, it will be in Ron's hands in about two or three days, and Ron will probably be able to recover from his injuries in two or three days, just in time.

"By the way, how about I exchange the latest discovery of the Star Trail Ceremony with you to let me meet the forbidden No. [-] containment?" Wu Mingkong said suddenly.

"Can your research on the star trail ceremony be as deep as mine?" Obviously, the head of the chief director refused.

"That's such a pity." Wu Mingkong didn't force it.

Wu Mingkong discovered that the essence of the Star Trail Ritual is not using reason as energy to cast spells, but a sacrifice, and the sacrifice is reason.

This is true no matter which star trail ceremony it is, including the professional star trail ceremony, even the big mantis summoned by Wu Mingkong that has been eaten. It's so rare that Wu Mingkong can't even notice it. It's not because there are no sacrifices, but the sacrifice itself is just reason.

(End of this chapter)