The twelve volumes of the Occupational Rankings, each of which has my name on it

The distant golden cabinet was summoned.

This was not the effect of this simple summoning array, but the effect of this secret treasure.

After the summoning array played its role, it gradually dissipated, leaving only this golden cabinet with a length of two meters, a width of one meter, and a height of one meter on the ground.

The clones all gathered together, like a group of curious babies.

"The monument is in here?"

"Yes."

"Not big."

"The monument will adapt to the size of the container that holds it."

"It can also grow and shrink, just like Monkey King's stick."

"This is indeed a divine object. It is neither something that originally existed on Blue Star nor something that was brought about by the fusion of reality by "The Clergy". It seems to be the product of another extraordinary power."

"No, brother, you still have to give us this cabinet."

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you say that we will go crazy when we see the monument? If you don't give us the cabinet, you have to open it and take it out. Once you open it, won't we see it?"

"Can't you close your eyes..."

"No, I can't help it."

Bingshen sighed as he looked at the mahjong players who surrounded him.

"Don't worry, I have the same worry, so I put the divine tablet in an opaque bag. I also spent a lot of effort to get this golden cabinet, so don't rob me."

Song Gua felt that this guy was quite cooperative throughout the whole process, so he didn't bother with him about this secret treasure, and asked him to quickly open the golden cabinet and take out the divine tablet.

"Turn around, you, stare at him."

For the sake of caution, Song Gua only arranged one clone to stare at Bingshen's actions.

Everyone else turned around to avoid seeing the divine tablet go crazy.

Although Bingshen said he had taken care of it, his words could not be fully believed.

"Click..."

The sound of opening the cabinet.

"Help me, although the divine tablet has become smaller, it is still more than one meter long. It's not easy to hold it with my restraints."

The clone who was staring at him stepped forward and helped him lift the divine tablet out of the golden cabinet.

This long, tombstone-like thing was indeed covered by a black sleeve.

Just when the clone who was helping to move the monument was about to put it on the ground.

Bingshen suddenly grabbed the black cover with both hands and pulled it off.

"What are you doing!!!"

The clone who hugged Bingshen's thigh and the clone who helped to lift the monument were forced to see the monument.

In an instant, a huge amount of information flooded into the minds of the two clones, and they fell to the ground with their heads in pain.

Bingshen quickly took out another scroll from the golden cabinet.

There were more than one thing sealed in his golden cabinet.

There was also something he used to escape.

An epic quality random teleportation scroll.

Random teleportation means that the user may be randomly teleported to a certain place.

The risk is huge, you can imagine.

But there are also benefits.

This thing is instantaneous.

Song Gua still turned his back to the monument, frowned and said: "Bingshen, you lied to me."

Bingshen's expression was a little painful.

"Not only that... Do you really think that you will be fine if you don't look at the monument?"

"What!"

Song Gua felt something was wrong.

An irresistible desire for knowledge surged in his heart.

He really wanted to know what was recorded in the illusionary monument!

He wanted to know so much!

So much so that his body turned around, his eyes opened by themselves, and he stared at the black monument.

It's not just him.

All the clones nearby were like this.

Bingshen was also looking, and he couldn't control his inner curiosity.

But his hand had already grabbed the random teleportation scroll.

As long as he crushed the scroll, he could teleport himself away.

But he still felt a little reluctant to part with his cabinet and the monument he had stolen with great difficulty.

He wanted to hold on until all the bandits collapsed.

He was confident.

Because he was at a high level and had reached the third level, the highest level of these bandits was 20. Even if they were equipped with top-level 20 equipment, they couldn't hold on as well as him.

From the beginning, he was playing hard to get, and his words were half true and half false.

All for the moment of getting away.

"Uh... eh?"

After staring at the stone tablet for a few seconds, Song Gua suddenly found that he was not so painful.

The content transmitted to him by the divine tablet was flowing to all the clones.

The content seen by other clones was repeated, and the repeated content would automatically disappear when injected into the mind, which was actually equivalent to only Song Gua reading it.

The clones even chatted in the local area network.

"Fuck!"

! What did you see outside the city? Why do I suddenly have a lot of memories that don't belong to me in my mind? ! "

"It's the Fantasy Monument!"

"It seems that the content injected into us by the Fantasy Monument has been automatically diverted to the minds of more than two hundred brothers."

"According to Bingshen, the content that can't be narrated in a lifetime, can we share it among more than two hundred people?"

"Did this thief lie to us again? There are not so many contents in the Fantasy Monument?"

"No, it's because the bandwidth is enough."

"I understand! If a thousand cars rush into the double lane at the same time, there will definitely be a traffic jam, but if it is a lane that can run two hundred cars at the same time, there will be no traffic jam!"

"Even if there are another thousand cars rushing in later, it can still be unimpeded! "

Song Gua's eyes gradually became clear.

He and his clones have already adapted to the feeling of this information injection, because the whole process was only a little congested at the beginning, and then it became smooth.

Continuous gaze is just constantly injecting new content into his own and the two hundred clones' minds.

Song Gua slowly walked over, picked up the black bag on the ground, and covered the monument again.

Beside him, Bingshen, whose eyes were bloodshot and steps were weak because he couldn't bear the massive amount of information pouring into his brain, was dumbfounded when he saw Song Gua's leisurely movements.

Bingshen opened his mouth so wide that his chin almost reached his instep.

"You, you, what kind of monsters are you..."

Song Gua said lightly: "We are not monsters, we are humans."

"Impossible! Your level is so low, is your spiritual attribute higher than mine? How can you be safe and sound? ! "

The six black dots on the dice headgear worn by Song Gua now look inexplicably terrifying to Bingshen, like six eyes from an indescribable thing.

A level 20 first-level professional can be calm in front of the illusionary monument.

Unbelievable!

"You must be extremely careful when you try to get the skin of a tiger. You taught me a lesson. Very good... Batong, kill him."

Babatong took out a dagger from his backpack and stabbed Bingshen's neck.

Bingshen crushed the scroll in his hand without hesitation.

"Hahaha! Interesting! I didn't expect that there would be such a strange person in the small Yunshan City! Dice! We will meet again! "

Song Gua recognized the props used by Bingshen.

He just used the random teleportation scroll to run away.

If he fell into the surrounding restricted area that was still in a rage, he might not be able to get out, after all, he had no equipment on him.

He was a decisive person.

"This trip was worth it. I got the divine tablet and a cabinet as a gift."