Several bronze hands quietly appeared, pinching Wu Xiaode's shoulders and beating his legs.

He flipped through the comic book with gusto, wanting to see the value of the reward given by the middle-aged man.

The content of the comic is roughly the daily life of an archaeologist.

What is this painting——

Why can't I see anything worth noting?

Wu Xiaode quickly turned the pages of the book and suddenly found that several pages had been torn out.

Wu Xiaode turned back and saw that the plot of the comic had just reached the point where the male protagonist was about to take a bath with a girl.

Um?

Gave me a mutilated comic book?

Key pages are missing.

This is too doggy!

Wu Xiaode was indignant.

There was a flash of void.

The middle-aged man came down and looked at Wu Xiaode in surprise, half lying and half leaning on the bronze sofa.

"You're back?" Wu Xiaode greeted.

"Yes, something happened just now."

"What?"

"I had already given the token of the Dark Palace to the black dragon, but just now - the token automatically returned to my hand."

"Is it dead?"

"It's dead, so the token will come back." The middle-aged man said solemnly.

Wu Xiaode smiled, put away the comic book and said, "Can you trust me now?"

"There is no problem with the prediction. Now I will pay your other half of the reward." The middle-aged man said.

The other half?

Wu Xiaode kept his expression silent.

It turns out that comic books are only half of the reward. Fortunately, I didn’t say anything.

This gives middle-aged men another layer of misunderstanding.

——He felt that he knew the truth behind this.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw something over.

Wu Xiaode sat still.

A bronze hand emerged from the void and caught the object.

I saw that this was another token.

"This is the other half of the reward. I have given you the entire reward for the prophecy. Now please tell me about the prophecy of my fate."

The middle-aged man said.

Wu Xiaode looked towards the token.

A line of small words in ice crystals appeared on the token:

"This is the token leading to the bottom passage of the Demon God's Underground Palace. With it, you can reach the other side of the prison of sin."

can't read.

Why go to the other side of the prison?

But now is not the time to think about that——

It’s time to get down to business!

Wu Xiaode collected the token and the comic book, stood up from the sofa, and said solemnly:

"To make a long story short—"

"You must also know that many parallel worlds in the prison are being destroyed in large areas."

"Today is the second day we met."

"At the end of the third day, six demon gods will come from the parallel world of destruction."

"They will challenge your position."

"Among these six demon gods, there is another you. He is more focused on strength and fighting than you -"

"If you cannot lead your men to defeat them, everything you have will disappear and they will take your place."

The middle-aged man listened quietly.

Suddenly, a large area of ​​forest-cold aura erupted from its body.

Boiling murderous intent rushed out, sweeping through the entire underground palace, and even turned into a strong wind and blew away the neat bookshelves.

"This book is incomplete." Wu Xiaode took out the comic book and said.

The middle-aged man looked at him.

"Listen, I know you like to hold back, but regarding the prophecy just now - if you fill up the missing pages, I will help you in tomorrow's battle." Wu Xiaode said.

The missing pages may or may not be important.

But this kind of temptation can make middle-aged men think about whether they should use more chips.

for example--

State the value of the book directly.

"You? Help me?" the middle-aged man said.

"Hey, after all, we are partners who do business together and have lived and died together. Don't be so heartless. Complete those few pages and I will help you deal with tomorrow's attack." Wu Xiaode said.

"I'm not sure I can defeat my other self, but you think you can help me kill him?" the middle-aged man said.

"We magic sticks have no other merits, we just know how those guys will behave, and..."

Wu Xiaode glanced at and sighed at the new skills on the wall.

——Dream man!

He laughed and said softly: "I am very good at large-scale group assassination activities... If you are sincere, we can achieve more cooperation."

"Why should I believe you?" the middle-aged man said.

"I could have let the prisoner clone kill you in the morning, but I didn't - you don't have to believe me, but you can believe that we have common interests." Wu Xiaode said.

The middle-aged man was silent for a few breaths, then stretched out his hand.

Several pages of comics suddenly appeared in the void, floating gently in front of Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode looked at it intently.

As expected, these pages are contents that cannot be read.

But I still don’t know the meaning contained in this comic.

Wait!

He stretched out his hand and took one of the pages into his hand.

On this page, the male protagonist is talking to the female protagonist, and there is a small human figurine standing on the workbench not far from them.

Human figurines appeared in comics of the last era.

Not far from the figurines is a map. If you look closely, it turns out to be a schematic plan of an underground passage.

Wu Xiaode's mind was racing.

——In the devil's perception, he is a human figurine.

It must think it's seeing something.

"No one has ever known how the last era ended - by studying these comics, I can see how the people of that era lived. These are actually very important clues."

This is its original words.

So what does it learn from this comic?

You can ask this question.

No danger.

Wu Xiaode picked up the remaining pages of the comic and asked expressionlessly: "Tell me, what did you see from this comic?"

"Don't be nervous, this is just a small section of the passage map hidden in the comic. It took me a long time to find it, so when I saw you, I immediately thought of this comic." The middle-aged man explained.

Wu Xiaode closed his mouth, didn't speak, and just looked at him.
To be continued...