The Black Book

But just when Henry Xi'anmen was doing the aftermath and preparing to leave with a candle, the rhythmic footsteps suddenly stopped.

The candlelight hit the glass window in front of him, reflecting the hazy scene behind him. An evil and elegant black figure was sitting on his chair with his legs crossed, holding a book folder and looking through the manuscript he had written.

Wow~

In the dead of night in the newspaper office, you could hear a pin drop, and the subtle sound of turning pages was like a death-inducing sound in Henry Xi'anmen's ears, making his body goosebumps.

A few seconds ago, there was no one there...

Gulu~

Swallowing involuntarily, Henry Xi Anmen froze in place, praying secretly and reciting the holy name silently.

After mentally preparing for more than ten seconds, he turned his head stiffly and slowly, praying that the reflection in the window was just an illusion caused by his exhaustion.

However, the gods he believed in did not seem to answer his prayers. Under the dim candlelight, the strange black figure not far away slowly came into view.

When he observed the black shadow, he was clearly in a closed office, but the candle in Henry Xi'anmen's hand seemed to be blown by the strong wind. The swaying candle flame cast permeating and twisted shadows around him, like countless people choosing. And the biting monster is showing its teeth and claws!

The scariest thing is the human silhouette hidden in the shadows. No matter how the candlelight in his hand flickers, the dim light seems unable to illuminate the thick darkness around him. All he can see is his relaxed and elegant flipping. Pages in hand.

Wow~

Wow~

The originally insignificant sound of turning pages of paper was now like a reminder. Every time he turned a page, Henry Xi'anmen felt his heart beat with fear, and he vaguely felt that a catastrophe was coming!

When he opened his mouth to speak, Henry Xi'anmen found that his whole body was stiff, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat.

"You...you...who are you?"

After finally suppressing the fear from his soul, Henry Xi Anmen asked in a dry and hoarse voice, and his two trembling feet moved back subconsciously.

His survival instinct told him to stay away from this terrifying monster in human skin before him!

That was a weird evil that he couldn't understand!

However, there was no response to his question at all. Heiying read through all the manuscripts and gently closed the book folder.

Bang~

The pleasant sound of the pages colliding was like the fall of a judgment hammer. Henry Xi Anmen suddenly broke out in sweat and fell to his knees with an instinctive pop, trembling in despair and pain.

His mouth was wide open and his throat was rolling, but he couldn't even say anything to beg for mercy. He could only watch in fear as the black figure slowly got up from the seat and walked towards him with a calm and elegant step.

Henry Xi Anmen lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look directly. He only felt a huge mountain pressing on his back. Even if he put his hands on the ground, his back was pressed more and more bent. In the end, he could only grab the ground with his head and crawl on his knees. At the feet of the shadow.

Looking down at the middle-aged white man who was trembling and trembling at his feet, Zhu Haomiao's eyes flashed with a majestic and terrifying purple-gold light, and an invisible and extraordinary sense of oppression enveloped him, crushing his [soul shell] bit by bit.

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, arrogance is..."

"And you, my friend."

"You are weak, ignorant, and [arrogant]."

The low whisper of evil sounded from the depths of Henry Xi'anmen's soul, as if he heard the judgment of God, and endless despair and pain enveloped his soul.

Immediately, the figure above him stepped forward, stepped on his head, stepped over his body, and left peacefully.

The next second, the illusory divinity invades reality, tampering with the underlying laws of the material world, and imposing the Creator's will on sinners.

"No, no, no, no..."

A feeling of suffocation enveloped his mouth and nose, and violent convulsive gasps exploded from deep in Henry Xi'anmen's chest.

He opened his mouth wide, but found that he could not take in any air. He could only watch as he was suspended in defiance of gravity, turning upside down little by little, like a pig being hung upside down and ready to be slaughtered.

The eyeballs gradually protruded from their sockets, and pitch-black blood slowly seeped out from his seven orifices, as if countless tiny snakes and insects were squirming together and spreading towards his limbs.

Involuntarily he opened his arms and crossed his legs. Black blood as thick as crude oil flowed to his palms and ankles, solidifying into long black nails that instantly penetrated his muscles and bones, hanging him upside down and nailed to the wall.

"Woooooooooo..."

Amidst the suppressed sobs of pain, more black blood gushes out from his seven orifices, flowing and winding along the wall. Together with the [Human Cross] nailed upside down on the wall, they together form an evil, strange, cruel, and at the same time A contradictory picture of majesty and solemnity.

Without appreciating the horrific scene behind him, Zhu Haomiao crossed the Henry Xi'an Gate, opened the door without looking back, and left quietly like an ordinary visitor.

【Arrogance】+100

[Arrogance]: LV.4→LV.5 (50/1000)

【God】+3

【Qi】+3

【Agility】+2

The changes in [The Black Book] were reflected in his heart, and the young man who walked downstairs, Wei Gucha, raised the corners of his mouth.

"My lord."

Wearing a gorgeous tuxedo and wearing white gloves, Wilson stood next to a retro and elegant black car. He had been waiting for a long time and respectfully opened the back door of the car for the young man.

Zhu Haomiao nodded with a smile and sat in the back seat. Wilson closed the car door for him in a hurry, then came to the driving position and started the ignition himself.

With the engine running, the car drove onto the road like a swimming fish, leaving the buildings behind it far away in a blink of an eye.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Zhu Haomiao took out an exquisite black notebook and lightly crossed out the first name on it.

Henry Xi'anmen...

"Wilson."

"exist."

“How far away is the next ‘dish’?”

"It's about a 20-minute drive."

"I'm 'hungry', drive faster."

"As you command!"

………………………………

The early morning sun breaks through the sky, and the warm morning rays cover the entire city with a hazy golden veil.

But on this beautiful morning, everyone in a building in the public concession was enveloped in boundless fear.

"God..."

"What a blasphemy!"

"Devil! It must be the devil!"

"Lord! Protect me..."

In the messy newspaper office, a group of employees were mumbling incoherently. Some even knelt on the ground holding a cross and praying to God in a sobbing voice.

Looking around at the group of frightened newspaper employees, Sherlock Voss sighed helplessly.

It seems...don't even think about getting any useful information from them...

With a touch of tiredness, Sherlock Voss stepped into the office of the 'crime scene' again. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the [Human Reverse Cross] that was hung upside down and nailed to the wall!