How Am I Still Alive?

"Patter."

The sound of crisp footsteps spread far in the empty hall, Xia Qin walked calmly on the familiar but unfamiliar road, the thin water marks on the ground vaguely reflected her beautiful figure.

These "waters" are the first threshold of the Forbidden Objects Department of the Bureau of Different Administrations. If they are not qualified, they will be instantly pierced by the pool of infinite water.

Those flowing biomass are repeatedly verifying the biological characteristics of visitors and in-and-out people, and ordinary camouflage methods are meaningless.

And being able to enter this area itself means that you have obtained the approval of the Bureau of Different Administration, and you can add your own "security code" to this pool.

"Old Jiang, help me see Xiao Min and the others. Are the relics of the four victims in my team still there?" Xia Qin asked at the end of the hall.

The next moment, the wall opened, and an old man appeared at the window.

"The relic of the secret service team three? Wait a moment, let me take a look."

Due to the "association (contact) principle" of spells, casting spells with clothes and hair is the easiest way for a professional to kill with a spell, and the personal belongings of a professional must be kept carefully.

If possible, it is best to replace it regularly, burn it and destroy it.

As the leftovers of the deceased, they often have strong resentment (spirit) and pollution, and it is basically impossible to bury them.

If it is not a polluting item, it is often regarded as a "level 0 taboo (lowest level)" and placed in the "debris area" on the first floor of the taboo item management department of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs.

And because the storage level is quite low, the extraction procedure is also quite simple.

"Xiao Min, Lao Xie, Aaron, Min Ta'an"

While waiting, Xia Qin stroked her chest silently, inevitably recalling the familiar figure from the past.

And soon, old man Jiang returned with a surprised expression.

"Didn't you take it away? It was said that the superior wanted to investigate this incident, and it was Xiao Lei from your team who took it away."

"Thunder Fire Blade?" Xia Qin's face was as calm as before, but her heart was already boiling.

I've been really busy recently, and Lei Huoren, who has just been promoted to the deputy team, has not had time to come here to leave biological samples. That is the qualification of the actual deputy team and reserve captain, such as Xia Qin herself, such as the genius sophist back then !

"Regret Spring Living Water" is a powerful silver-level taboo, the only problem is that it is a living thing, it only eats but does not vomit, and it will be quite troublesome to revise the visitor list.

"Oh, I just want to make sure when I took it away."

"Last Saturday, four days ago, at 6:30 in the evening, when Lao Zhao was on duty."

Xia Qin took a deep breath, the situation was probably quite bad.

And when she walked outside the Forbidden Items Department, the communication had just been restored, and the real bad news came.

"...You are right, the tombs have been dug up, even the wood veneer of the coffin has been dug away." The fast man went to the mountainous area in the suburbs again.

On the other end of the phone, even if the real Thunder Fire Blade tried to stay calm, he couldn't hide his emotions.

"...The most exaggerated thing is that not only Aaron's and the others were dug up, but also the entire empty tomb of the secret keeper on the hill next door was dug up!" When it came to the end, Lei Huo Ren's tone was unavoidable. Rising, this is no longer a simple incident, this is a humiliation to the entire Official Keeper.

"Where's the guard?" Xia Qin was as calm as ever, not only because she had entered the "Gujing Wubo" working state, but also because she had already prepared for the worst.

"They were all buried where the original coffin was, and there was a painted card of 'mother tree' on it, these bastards!" Lei Huo Ren could even imagine the smile on the face of the person who committed all these evil deeds when he buried the painted card.

"You found me!"

That bastard likes to leak obvious flaws in insignificant places, seduce the opponent to give feedback, and let the opponent circle around him, just like the audience and supporting roles in a farce!

"Come back first. I'll go to the headquarters. This is a provocation to the entire ancient city's secret keeper. Let's discuss it when we come back. Call those young people, we need their strength."

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Even if he hadn't received Xia Qin's feedback, Lu Ping'an would have guessed that there was probably a mess over there.

He asked Big Cat what kind of mechanism the thing of redemption is, but what he got was some incomprehensible responses such as 'karma' and 'fate', and the inexplicable taboo knowledge increased a lot.

This also forced him to finish the work in hand as soon as possible.

".The bones of the dead, cursing their own death and fate, longing for nothing to happen, even yearning to turn back time, they are the cornerstone of the ritual, the more the better"

Lu Ping'an's pupils were faintly flickering with spiritual light, but blood was already seeping from the corners of his eyes, it is not a good thing to use too much spiritual vision.

However, to decipher this silver-level taboo knowledge, it is impossible to rely on him alone.

On the opened pages, there are only the weird symbols of "Bones of the Dead", as well as some messy pictures and blasphemous incantations.

Lu Pingan looked at it, and there were countless phantoms in his eyes, the wailing and cursing of countless dead, but he also vaguely saw a figure slowly and firmly laying the relics under the altar.

Lu Pingan wrote silently, the taboo notebook was getting thicker and darker.

He is transcribing, copying the contents of the silver classics into his own scholar's notebook, turning the taboo knowledge from the outside world into his own.

Taboo knowledge itself is a kind of powerful pollution, and the pollution will be transferred. The silver books are getting thinner and lighter, while my notebook is getting heavier and heavier.

Only this kind of "reading" and "understanding" can turn taboo knowledge into a truly useful force and a part of oneself.

Just knowing the "process" is meaningless, just like knowing that Spider-Man can climb up the wall, and you will only fall down when you climb.

".The source of gods is the root of rituals. Historical secrets must involve the existence of 'gods'. Gods and people, life and death, and their entanglement cause and effect can make time interception possible."

The page of the book turned to the next page, which was a sketch of a sun, and the light emitted from it lit up the world.

That is the "source of God", the cornerstone of the world with the power of divine power and rules.

Lu Ping'an paused for a moment, and from what he had just "copied", he thought of something.

"Icons of big cats? Well, in a way, that's a good thing."

Since the icon of the big cat is so important, then I shouldn't have to worry about walking around outside and bumping into some big cultist.

In the other corner of the carriage, Guan Xinxian and his party were looking at him with subtle eyes.

It's not just because the 'pollution' is too dangerous, but he has been copying it for too long, so long that it is suspected that this is a Tier 3 scholar.

On the way back, Lu Pingan didn't buy a ticket to take the train, but took a ride with his brother.

The "disaster rescue vehicle", which is so huge that it is almost two fire trucks put together, is also convenient for rescuers to carry all kinds of portable equipment.

But as soon as Lu Pingan came up, he started to work, which was a bit surprising.

But when he copied for more than two hours, the surroundings were filled with black air, and he still didn't stop, the onlookers went from shock to numbness.

Finally, Lu Pingan rubbed his bleeding pupils, took a deep breath, and closed the notebook.

"He finally couldn't take it anymore."

"He's still a meow."

But in fact, Lu Pingan was thinking about something else.

"Three hundred pages are already full? Am I already advanced as a scholar?"