It's great to be able to find the devil's treasure, but when Yan Xiaobei thought that the notes in his hand were made of devil's skin, he couldn't help feeling disgusted and got goosebumps all over his body.

"Be patient and write down the contents of this note, this is a great reward."

Yan Xiaobei had no choice but to write down the contents of the notes. After having the divine consciousness, his memory increased greatly. It was easy and easy to remember when he saw it.

A few minutes later, Yan Xiaobei scanned the content recorded in the notes, put them back in place.

"I'm here right here, right." The mysterious voice said happily: "What kind of Round Table Knight is this guy's ancestor? He must have surrounded and suppressed many witches and even wizards and seized a lot of spoils. Demon Notes are just one of them. There must be something better placed in unknown places."

"For example, what hidden secret room?" Yan Xiaobei said.

“That’s exactly that.”

Yan Xiaobei stroked his chin and said, "I remember that in Western novels, there are many secret rooms that like to be hidden in the study. Do you think there is a possibility of such expansion?"

"maybe."

"What are you waiting for?"

Yan Xiaobei began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, trying to find the hidden secret room. Although the owner here set the mechanism very exquisitely, Yan Xiaobei used his divine thoughts to search inch by inch, and no exquisite mechanism could escape the magic eye.

After about ten minutes, Yan Xiaobei gently activated the desk placed in the study near the window and moved forward three centimeters.

With a muffled crack, the ceiling of the study suddenly cracked and a staircase slowly extended down.

“Finally found.”

Yan Xiaobei did not rashly climb up the stairs. He now spread his divine thoughts and entered the bedroom above the study along the stairs. He found that this place was indeed a hidden secret room without any danger.

After walking around, Yan Xiaobei suppressed his excitement, climbed the stairs and entered the secret room.

This secret room is two or three times larger than the study room. It contains some knight armor, cold-shining weapons, gold and silver jewelry such as gold cups and silver bracelets, and of course, diamonds as big as fists.

You can buy whatever you want and you can sell it for a good price.

With these things, it is enough for future generations to enjoy endless happiness. At least ten or twenty generations, descendants within the age of ten or twenty generations do not need to worry about money.

Yan Xiaobei was shocked when he saw these things, "Good guy, he is worthy of being the descendant of the Knights of the Round Table. How many years does these things need to accumulate to have such wealth."

"At least a thousand years." The mysterious voice gave a pertinent suggestion.

"Is there any magic weapon inside?"

Yan Xiaobei had never seen a magic weapon and didn't know what a magic weapon was, so he had to turn to the mysterious voice.

"Don't make noise, I'll see." After saying the mysterious voice, Yan Xiaobei stopped making a sound. He took a deep breath and tried not to make a sound, which caused the mysterious voice to be loud.

A minute later, the mysterious voice said, "Go to the left and take seven steps."

Yan Xiaobei followed the instructions of the mysterious voice and walked seven steps left and stopped in front of a knight armor. This knight armor was of unknown origin. It was very ancient, but his body was shining with cold light and did not rust at all. It seemed that people often came here to clean and take care of it.

"Look at the sword in his hand." said the mysterious voice.

Yan Xiaobei lowered his head and looked at the sword in the hand of the knight's armor. It was a one-handed giant sword, like a cold light in the armor, without any trace of rust. The moment he saw this sword, Yan Xiaobei's hair was standing upside down, as if someone had put a sword on his neck, and his head could be cut off at any time.

He reflexively withdrew several steps and looked at the one-handed giant sword vigilantly.

"What kind of sword is this?" Yan Xiaobei was frightened. His eyes looked directly at the sword, as if he would fly out to take his name at any time.

"A magic sword." said the mysterious voice.

"Is this a magic weapon?"

"Well, it's enough to match the magic weapon of the ninth-grade magic weapon. Unfortunately, it's not suitable for you."

Yan Xiaobei nodded. He didn't know how to sword skills, so he could only wave it randomly when holding this sword. If he couldn't exert the real power of this magic sword, it would be a waste of resources when he fell into his own hands.

"Let's go, there are no other magic weapons here except this magic sword."

When Yan Xiaobei heard this, he sighed without regret. It is hard to find anything like a magic weapon. Just like a magic weapon, if you can have a magic weapon that suits you, Yan Xiaobei's strength will at least double.

However, since there is no suitable place for him, Yan Xiaobei does not force it.

He left the secret room, pushed the agency back to its original position, closed the stairs, and restored the ceiling to its original state.

There is no trace of being opened.

Then, Yan Xiaobei carefully left the study room, locked the study door, and turned around and left.

"Be careful!" At this moment, Yan Xiaobei suddenly heard a reminder of a mysterious voice.

Very anxious.

A chilling cold air blew up from the spine bones, sweeping across his body like a storm. Yan Xiaobei felt that his hair was standing upside down, his hands and feet were cold, and the cold sword tip was close to his neck, and the next second it would cut off his head and blood storm.

At the critical moment, Yan Xiaobei's divine thoughts surged out, laying a thick invisible defense against his skin.

bite!

A light sound returned in the open corridor. Yan Xiaobei felt an unparalleled force hit his divine consciousness, and then the divine consciousness rebounded, bounced away the power.

He rushed forward like a shell, then turned around suddenly.

A strange guy wearing knight armor, knight's sword in his hand, and a helmet's pupil was burning with faint flames, coming towards him. His footsteps fell to the ground, silently, and his body seemed to have merged into the night without making a sound.

What's even more strange is that Yan Xiaobei's divine consciousness could not find it.

In the feedback from divine thoughts, there is nothing ahead, nothing.

But his naked eyes clearly saw this strange knight's armor coming straight towards him, stabbing his throat with a sword, like the assassin who had been through many battles, magical and decisive.

With a sword, the air around it was neatly cut open, and waves rolled on both sides of the sword body, as if Moses had divided the sea.

Yan Xiaobei looked calm and his divine thoughts surged. He turned into a giant hand and grabbed the sprinting weird knight. The other party was like the frozen picture, maintaining the posture of a stabbing sword, motionless.

He easily subdued the strange guy here, and Yan Xiaobei took the time to ask the mysterious voice, "What is this?"

"This is an alchemy puppet, but it's not so good. It's like those inexperienced Yellow Turban heroes. Killing ordinary people is OK. Unprepared to guard, you can also kill some first-class strong men. If you fight head-on, the possibility of being beaten to pieces is as high as 99%.

Yan Xiaobei touched his neck and recalled what had happened just now. If it weren't for the mysterious voice reminding him, he would have been almost cut off his head by this guy.

The mysterious voice continued: "This guy has no intelligence. He probably has been given an order to protect the treasure of the secret room. It is natural for you, an outsider, to find the secret room and be silenced."

Yan Xiaobei had no doubts and put his heart in his heart. If others discovered his treasure, he would silence him.

"What should I do with this guy?" Yan Xiaobei asked.

"Of course I broke him, otherwise it would continue to chase you and never stop until you let go."

"How to break it?" Yan Xiaobei knew nothing about the alchemy puppet.

The mysterious voice reminded: "It's very simple. I've seen the flames in its pupils. That's the center of the alchemy puppet, which simulates the soul and destroys this thing."

"Simulate the soul?"

"Well, it's not a real soul, but a soul made by a demon. It's made of some weird things. Sometimes we have to admire these guys. They can even simulate souls. Their research on souls is much higher than ours and they have many unique inventions."

This is what is called having a specialty in profession.

Yan Xiaobei thought of it.

Following the guidance of the mysterious voice, Yan Xiaobei destroyed the simulated soul in the knight's armor and carefully put it back on its original position without alarming anyone.

After this dark night adventure, Yan Xiaobei quietly slipped back to his room and lay on the bed, and fell asleep in a short while.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Yan Xiaobei was woken up by a rush knock on the door.

Slap sex... Slap sex...

"Zhuang, I'm in." The person standing at the door knocked for a while but didn't see anyone opening the door. He said impatiently, and opened the door open and walked in openly.

Yan Xiaobei turned over and sat up, squinted his eyes, as if he was not fully awake.

"Ovre, what time is it now."

"It's 8:05:32 in the morning, well, it's thirty-six seconds now."

"No need to be accurate to this point." Yan Xiaobei plopped down again, "Let me sleep for five minutes."

"Zhuang, I think you should get up right now because we still have very important work in the morning."

"Let the job go hell."

"You should say let your sleepiness go hell."

In Oweier's attitude of fighting for a long time, Yan Xiaobei got up reluctantly, washed her face and was completely energetic.

Breakfast was enjoyed in the restaurant, very rich.

Yan Xiaobei swallowed it voraciously and said, "I don't understand why, as the daughter of a noble, you actually became a reporter."

"Of course it's because of my love," Oveer replied.

“How much do you like it.”

"I'm even willing to give up my noble status for this job," said Oweier.
Chapter completed!