Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

The two men sitting next to Su Ziyu gradually became louder after three rounds of drinking, and the next chat between the two attracted his attention.

"Hey, hey, hey... You didn't read the maritime news newspaper, the Trojan Pirate Group found Mermaid Island! "

Cut... How is it possible, I have heard this kind of news eight hundred times! It's all gimmicks.

"This time it's true! They also sell fish scales directly on the black market, the fish scales of Hui Yue-level monsters!

And there are also the corpses of all kinds of fish people, which is always impossible to fake.

This time they made a lot of money, not only made money, but also recruited a lot of subordinates, and

the reward of Captain Ma Dameng also reached 30 million, heck, it's enviable.

"I lean! Really fake! The Trojan Pirate Group is just a second-rate pirate group!

"Listening to their crew, it seems that a big man helped them..."

Who is it? Why help them a second-rate pirate group..."

Little point, I heard what is called the messenger of the gods of the funeral, hey you come over, by the way, it is said to be an old god who is recovering! "

Shhhh This kind of thing doesn't matter to the Northern Alliance! He actually allowed an old god to revive..."

"This Funeral Venerable first came out of Jiangcheng, several dark sects were subverted by him, and now they are running to the sea to stir up trouble... A revived old god, just thinking about it makes people shudder.

"Hey... Why say these useless things, come, keep drinking!

Su

Ziyu, who was sitting on the side, could clearly hear the conversation between the two with his super hearing.

I didn't expect Ma Dameng to move so quickly and recruit his subordinates? Can't wait to start investigating... Su Ziyu smiled in his heart.

After drinking the wine, Su Ziyu got up and left the tavern, greeted the cool evening breeze, and walked slowly home.

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Following.

"That is, there may be some kind of curse on this key?" Su Ziyu walked forward while communicating with An Yuxuan beside him.

"That's right, but I sealed it in the Spirit Box last night, hoping to weaken some of its curse power."

An Yuxuan was wearing a white shirt on her upper body, setting off the grandeur on her chest flawlessly

, and her lower body was a pair of tight blue jeans and a loose white coat jacket over her, leading Su Ziyu towards Beimeng Extraordinary Academy.

"But the strange thing is that the Spirit Detection Watch did not detect any spiritual fluctuations in that key, where did the power to release the curse come from?"

"Could it be that your watch can't detect its reaction?"

Su Ziyu asked with a very serious expression.

"Impossible!" An Yuxuan gave Su Ziyu a fierce white look, and stepped forward.

While speaking, the two passed through the gate of Beimeng Extraordinary Academy, and the doorman let them in after checking An Yuxuan's student ID card.

"In other words, your academy is really big enough..." Su Ziyu suddenly had the feeling of taking classes on a college campus in his previous life, and he felt fresh when he saw everything.

"That's nature." Speaking of her alma mater, An Yuxuan suddenly showed a proud look, "How is it?" This is the strength of top universities, what do you think?

Su Ziyu stopped, looked at An Yuxuan and said very seriously:

"Not only is it big... And very rich!

An Yuxuan: "..." After

walking for almost twenty minutes, they finally came to a five-story small building.

The small building is exquisitely decorated and can be luxurious.

"This is an archive of the Academy." An Yuxuan explained as she walked inside, "My teacher, Professor Shen, is the director of this archive, and every day his old man will be on duty upstairs in the morning.

Su Ziyu nodded, followed An Yuxuan, and walked in cautiously.

The first floor is elegantly decorated, with a variety of mahogany desks and chairs, neatly arranged in the reading room, and on both sides of the tables and chairs stand rows of bookshelves, on which various numbers are written on numbered paper pasted on the cover.

An Yuxuan glanced at the young student at the front desk with her student ID card, and then took Su Ziyu to take the elevator and walk upstairs.

Walking up the stairs, Su Ziyu asked the doubts in his heart, "How do I feel that your student ID card is a bit big, you can actually bring me a stranger from outside here..."

An Yuxuan raised her eyebrows, "My level is very high, if it weren't for bringing you in, I wouldn't usually swipe my card, just brush my face."

Su Ziyu: "......"

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After arriving on the fifth floor, after coming out of the elevator, through a long corridor, on the walls on both sides of the corridor, Su Ziyu saw the paintings and Chinese characters like dragons and snakes, quite a kind of everyone's style.

After walking out from a corner, the two walked through another corridor and finally came to a room that did not close.

"Good morning Professor Shen, I'm Yuxuan, I emailed you to make an appointment last night." An Yuxuan stepped forward, knocked on the open door, and said softly.

"Come in, leave the door for you."

A thick and powerful voice came from inside.

Su Ziyu followed behind An Yuxuan, but suddenly frowned.

The room was large, with an old wooden bed, and next to the bed was a desk filled with all kinds of books, pens, paper, and even brushes and ink, and on the other side of the bed there was also a bookshelf with a heavy ancient book in the sealing glass.

An old man about fifty years old, dressed in a white shirt, white coat, and a pair of washed loose jeans, stood on the table, holding a brush and writing something seriously.

"Yuxuan, you came just in time." Professor Shen picked up the rice paper on the table and asked with a smile, "Look at how I write these two words?" "

There are two words written on it: Meditation.

An Yuxuan immediately smiled and said

, "Your calligraphy is still so powerful, and your pen is as powerful as a dragon."

"Haha..." Professor Shen put down the rice paper and brush, and his eyes under the highly myopic lenses quickly glanced at Su Ziyu, "This is?"

"Oh, this is my friend, Su Yu." An Yuxuan quickly explained, "He is the rich young master I told you about, who is interested in ancient occultism. "

Clams? Rich young master? Su Ziyu smiled helplessly in his heart, but after thinking about it, the identity that An Yuxuan set for himself was very similar to his disguise style this time.

It seems that my disguise is still in place....

Just when Su Ziyu's thoughts were about to drift away, Professor Shen glanced at Su Ziyu and said with a smile, "Yes, few young people are interested in these things of history now."

He motioned for An Yuxuan and Su Ziyu to sit down, personally brewed them hot tea, took a sip, and slowly asked

, "So, what information are you looking for this time?"