Book of Gods and Demons

A four-wheeled carriage went straight to the top of the hill from the mid-levels.

The top area of ​​Mount Saint-Hilde is now lonely and depressed, and there is no such thing as a gloriously illuminated and crowded guest at night.

The mansions were dark, with seals on the gates, and the front and back gates of each house were guarded by imperial soldiers.

Among the mansions with lights on, only the mansion of Rear Admiral Papaxi is very lively.

A team of sailors patrolled around Papathi’s mansion, the mansion was brightly lit, and the melodious music drifted through the dense landscape forest with the wind, and the small half of the hilltop area was clearly audible.

At the end of the main road in the Peak District, at the northernmost end of the Peak District, in a dense oak forest, a small gray building is creeping upright there.

Unlike the exquisite, gorgeous, and extremely luxurious style of Tulum Harbour, this small building more inherits the architectural style of the northern part of the empire, especially the Everglades area-the whole body is built of huge stones, the appearance is conservative and low-key, without any exterior The decoration of the finish is more like a battle castle than a comfortable mansion.

On the east and west sides of the small building, there are towers tens of feet high.

Obviously, the defense function of these two towers is greater than the decoration function. From a distance, you can see the black muzzle protruding from the tower, and there are even soldiers in armor on the tower.

Here is the official residence of the Inspector General of the Southern Special Zone Supervisory Office, the Imperial Marquis Viglar, in the port of Tulum and the three surrounding provinces.

The four-wheeled carriage drove straight along the road, passing silent luxury mansions, and finally came to this small gray building.

Sean, the third-class secretary of the Tulum Port Inspection Office, stood in front of the door of the small building and saw the carriage approaching. He hurriedly stepped down the steps. After the carriage stopped, he gently opened the door. .

"Your Excellency Shaun, thank you!" Hessian took a step forward without using the pedals, and stood firmly on the ground: "Your Excellency Viglar, under?

"Just waiting for you." Xiao En replied with a smile.

Joe also walked lightly, without resorting to the carriage pedals, and landed on the ground with a single step. He proudly jumped slightly in place, hey, the landing is silent, light as a mayfly, which feels great.

Hessen waved his hand, and Sean led the way, leading Hessen and Joe into the small building.

A few people climbed the stairs to the third floor and entered Viglar's study. From the secret room behind the bookshelf, they opened the hidden door and entered a spiral downward staircase, which was nearly two hundred feet deep underground.

Setting up secret rooms, secret doors, and secret passages in the master's study, this design is a bit clichéd in Joe's view.

But he was a little excited inexplicably.

There is no doubt that the inspector general Viglar is the most powerful person in the entire Southern SAR. Only Duke Ross can barely match him. In some special circumstances, his power will surpass the Duke of Ross, with the highest power of the Southern Special Administrative Region.

Being able to enter the hall and enter the secret passage of Viglar's mansion, Joe has a kind of being recognized and recognized, and there is a kind of excitement that he has truly become an adult and is eligible to participate in certain secrets.

Especially, he came here with Hesse.

Seeing Hessian's broad and heavy spine walking ahead, Joe's mood grew brighter.

From yesterday to today, he has grown up. He has the power. He can follow Hessian closely and participate in some really important and closely related confidential events... This feeling is very good.

Joe couldn't help but straighten his chest and raised his head high.

Hessian brought him here directly, directly into Viglar’s ​​official residence, into his study, and into the secret path... This proves that not only did Hessen recognize himself, but Joe was also here in Viglar. A certain degree of recognition.

This feeling of being recognized by others is very important to a young man who has just held the coming-of-age ceremony.

The stone spiral staircase was narrow and secluded. On the wall beside the staircase, small square lamp niches were taken out. The whale oil lamps burned silently, emitting a sharp light, but they could not completely illuminate the staircase.

The further downward, the darker the surrounding light.

And Joe's sharp sense of skyrocketing, clearly felt, in the air, in the void, there was an inexplicable roar.

The air vibrates endlessly like water waves, and the void trembles slightly like a bouncy cream pudding. An invisible force pulls on Joe’s body, gradually eroding into his body, a little bit of intrusion, like a drowning person being Buried in deep water, the icy spring water is constantly invading his seven orifices.

"Humph!" Hessian sneered, who was walking ahead.

A scorching and violent breath erupted from Hessian's body. It felt like a cannonball from a Thor cannon exploded at close range. Joe and Sean felt the violent and domineering light and heat at the same time. Exploded in front of my eyes.

The inexplicable roar disappeared, the distorted shock disappeared, and the cold invisible power disappeared without a trace.

Qiao exhaled heavily: "What a wicked place."

Sean took a deep breath: "Thank you, Your Excellency Hessian, Officer Joe, please be careful. This is a claustrophobic place."

"The claustrophobia? What is it?" Joe asked Sean who was walking in the front curiously.

"My authority, I don't have the right to explain to you... I can't explain to you the information I have." Xiao En was silent for a while before sighing in a low voice, "However, it is a very dangerous place."

Hessian didn’t know when he lit a big cigar. He took two sips and puffed out some heavy smoke, and then said with an urn sound: "The claustrophobia, suppress some taboo The place. Joe, the broken slab you seized two days ago is right here."

Joe raised his brow.

He remembered, the black slate that was on Rafa's chest, which had greatly suppressed Rafa's strength and made his **** overwhelmed.

Rafa kept saying that it was a taboo?

In the port of Tulum, under the residence of the inspector general, is there a special place to seal and suppress such taboos?

The spiral staircase is at the end. Here is a room about a hundred feet long and twenty feet wide. Like the claustrophobic hall under the imperial capital Hyderabad, the walls of this room are pitch black, and there are statues on the walls that are much smaller, only a dozen feet tall.

Below these statues, there are also door after door.

It's just that the door in this claustrophobia is on the same scale as an ordinary door, and the door is no more than eight feet tall, which makes Joe and Hessian feel a bit cramped.

Shaun was awed and curious, and quickly glanced at the claustrophobia, and then he took a deep breath and brought Hessian and Joe to the innermost door of the room, using force on the black, densely covered with silver. There were three hard knocks on the grained door.

"Your Excellency, they are here." Sean said loudly.

Viglar's cold voice came from inside the door: "Your Excellency Hessian, and Officer Joe, please come in, it's about to start...Sean, you come in too, young man, you need to be more knowledgeable."

Sean's face suddenly turned red. He grabbed the doorknob with excitement, gently pushed the door open, and said loudly: "Yes, your Excellency...Please come in, Your Excellency Hessian, and Officer Joe."

Behind the portal is a short silver corridor.

At the end of the silver corridor, there was a small room measuring twenty feet long and wide.

In the inner part of the room, there is an old dilapidated wooden desk with a dull mechanical typewriter on it.

Viglar was standing at the desk, with the embarrassed Marquis of Seaac on his left hand, and the Duke of Ross with an impatient face on his right, who was quickly fanning with a small folding fan in his right hand.

In the corner of the room, an old man with a short stature, pale skin, and a cold breath was standing there quietly.

After Qiao entered the door, he subconsciously looked around, his eyes swept across the old man, and his heart suddenly twitched-the abyssal mayfly potion, which increased his perception by not knowing how much.

But he hadn't noticed the existence of this old man just now. In his perception, the corner of the wall was clearly blank.

Qiao glanced at the old man again. The old man turned his head and grinned at Qiao, showing an unsmiling smile.

Joe nodded to the old man, and his attention was attracted by the twisted iron gray lines on the wall. Those messy, messy, iron-gray lines that looked like children's graffiti made Joe feel as if there were many huge hydras creeping and struggling on the wall, as if they were about to break through the wall and break into this world.

In the air, a sharp roar rang continuously.

'Hiss~www.wuxiaspot.com~Hiss','Hiss'...it makes people feel cold and stiff, this is the instinctive roar of some terrible creatures when hunting...dangerous, Horror, great danger, great horror...

The air was squirming, the void was distorting, and huge pressure radiated from the void. The blood-colored gems inlaid on the walls shone cold and cruel and fierce, as if they were going to follow people's eyes and get into your mind.

Inexplicably, Qiao subconsciously began to use the breathing rate in the "Imperial Army Basic Breathing Method", slowly and long began to breathe...

Inexplicably, the twisting and creeping lines on the wall stopped.

The invisible pressure disappeared.

The fierce light gleaming in the blood-colored gems has also become clear and wise...Yes, these inanimate gems, their sparkle, give people a kind of ancient existence that has gone through countless years. Wisdom and brilliance...

Joe looked at the typewriter on the desk.

Joe dared to swear that he hadn't seen exactly what this **** typewriter looked like, and there was a typing sound in his mind.

Joe saw a newest mechanical typewriter in Tifa’s study.

As a trainee judge of the Tulum Port District Court, Tifa has a lot of paperwork too late to complete in the district court and has to work overtime at home overnight.

Joe had heard the movement made by Tifa's typing.

But this **** typewriter, the ‘Da Da’ he made in Joe’s mind was so intense, so loud...

"Da da da da da da da da..."

It feels as if ten thousand or one million Tifa are typing at the same time.

On Joe's skin, small, clear blocks continued to appear, as if the sharp pain of being pierced by a reddish iron needle...