The book is spread out, and the two pages record a name and half-page handwriting, which doesn't seem to be much.

Wu Ling signaled the thin man to bring the pen and ink, and said in his mouth: "Dasco Ferrylando, a demon who likes to disguise himself as a human being. When he was first discovered, he was in a small town. He played a middle-aged man, and his whole life was traceable. The residents of the town knew nothing about his true identity. That time, he escaped. He was discovered several times by the exorcist and the wizard, but there was no record of death. The great wizard also captured it, but it was average and had no characteristics. He was driven by the great wizard."

When Wu Ling said this, he had already dipped the blood in the glass bottle with that quill.

The blood stained the tip of the quill pen red, and extended along the pen tube, rendering the roots of the feathers, making this originally holy pen become evil and strange.

My feeling is not simply because of the color change of the quill, but because of an indescribable subconscious that affects my view.

Wu Ling held the pen in his hand and wrote gorgeous characters behind half a page of paper.

Her handwriting was smooth. Blood seemed to flow out of the pen tube, dyeing the paper red. When the handwriting was dry, it changed from red to black, and it also brought the old and vicissitudes of time. It was as natural as this antique book.

At this moment, I doubted the authenticity of these things.

Wu Ling should have really worked hard to find the relics left by the great wizard. She might have found those things recently. But Wu Ling herself was not sure whether these things were real, so she called Skinny as the original plan.

I glanced at Wu Ling and then at Gu Mo.

Both of them looked very calm. Gu Mo seemed to be listening to something, and he was a little absent-minded.

I really couldn't see any clues from the two of them.

But from the thin man's face, I could see 100% belief. The fat man's face was also amazed.

If this is the case, it should be possible?

I thought to myself, suddenly felt something, and turned to look over.

The door of the office was closed, but a figure appeared at the door.

The foreigner wearing a baseball cap looked up and smiled at me. A circle of ripples appeared on his body, and he looked like he changed from an ordinary person to a demon with horns on his head.

I turned to face it, staring at its every move with caution.

The screams of the skinny and fat man were stuck in his throat, as if the chicken and duck were pinched by someone's neck.

I glanced at Gu Mo with a slanted eye and saw that Gu Mo was very relaxed, but he stood up slightly, while Wu Ling didn't move. I heard Wu Ling's sharky writing continue.

"Book of Demons." The demon spoke, just like before, in standard Mandarin, let alone local accents, not even foreigners' accents. However, the sound of its speech seemed to be murmur, full of memories.

The writing sound did not stop.

The devil laughed, with little sarcasm in his voice, "Stop pretending, I know this book is fake."

I was shocked and subconsciously glanced at the thin man.

The thin man's expression was tense, and his eyes widened.

The devil did not notice my little movement and continued to say to Wu Ling: "You know it's fake, right? Is there any other means?"

The devil said, tilting his head and his eyes swept across us.

My heart was raised.

The thin man's body moved, maybe he had realized something.

"But it's useless." The devil retracted his gaze, stretched out his hand, and his quaint notebook appeared in his hand. "The real Devil's Book is here. No matter how many tricks you make, as long as I know this, you can't use the Devil's Book to deal with me."

The rustling sound of writing stopped.

I felt Wu Ling put down his pen and stood up from the sofa.

"Who are you?" Wu Ling asked.

"It's not Dasco Ferrylando." The devil blinked and sighed, "It's a nostalgic name. You can find this name. One thing you've made mistakes. Dasco was my favorite demon. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen its body and way of doing it."

I felt something was wrong when I heard this. The idea that I had not captured before seemed to emerge again. This feeling was like listening to a song, and I could sing it with me, but I couldn't remember the title of the song.

"Great Wizard." Wu Ling spoke, and three words were almost word by word.

The demon flipped his hand and bowed slightly, his fingers flew around, as if he had made some complicated gestures.

"I'm very happy to know you, the Wizard from the East. The black magician you sent me is very interesting. It's hard to find a firm demon believer these days. This is the change of the times. This era can no longer tolerate demon believers, and that poor little lamb was crushed to death by the wheel of the times." The tone of the demon's speech became strange, which made me feel like I was watching classic translations.

"I erased my name and merged with the demon I controlled to become a demon. Is this your choice?" Wu Ling asked.

The devil's smile is very humane, "I chose to live forever in this way and witness the changes of the times with my own eyes. In order to survive forever, I need a powerful soul to deal with the next catastrophe. Human life is too fragile. It is obvious that there is such a powerful soul, but it dies as simple as a livestock. Don't you think it's a pity? Especially like you, like him, like this extremely powerful Mr. Ghost..."

The devil said, turning his head to look into the corridor.

I turned around and only saw the entrance to the corridor. But I felt the change of Yin Qi in the office. It must be Ye Qing who appeared.

"Be my partner and walk with me, you can do more things. I will fulfill your wishes for you." The devil bowed again, like an elegant gentleman.

"That's impossible." Wu Ling replied.

The devil's face was still aiming at Ye Qing, but he just looked at Wu Ling with his eyes squintedly, and his eyes turned to me.

"I can understand your thoughts. If I met such a person, an exorcist, or as a human being in my life, I would be moved and would think of many seemingly feasible shocking plans. However, after becoming a spirit and seeing the reality of the world, I would no longer have such thoughts." The devil smiled and refuted Wu Ling's words with ease, "The catastrophe is coming, and only the strong can survive. The nature of the ability is not enough to change the world, or even his own destiny. The arrows shot and the bullets shot cannot turn back. Just like the massive extinction of creatures in ancient times. Only the strong and lucky ones can survive. There is no third possibility. No one can stop us. We can only look forward and live as much as possible."

The devil said, spreading his hands and swaying his arms slightly, "I can see that you have used the magic I invented and want to escape fate. You have all died, and it should be because of this person's ability to be resurrected. That magic remains on you, but this is not enough. If you don't completely become another life, you will still be strangled by fate and will wear shackles before and after death."

I heard now that I was getting more and more frightened and couldn't help but restrain my breathing.

The demon seemed to see through everything. Its identity and experience were terrifying.

I couldn't help looking at the corridor, wanting to see Ye Qing.
Chapter completed!