"Clap."

The crisp footsteps spread far away in the empty hall. Xia Qin walked calmly on a familiar and unfamiliar road. The thin water marks on the ground vaguely reflected her beautiful figure.

These "waters" are the first threshold of the Prohibition Department of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs. If they are not qualified, they will be instantly penetrated by the infinite water piercing that the pool turns into.

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

Being able to enter this area itself means that it has been approved by the Agency for Foreign Affairs and can add its own "security code" to this pool.

"Old Jiang, help me see Xiaomin and the others, are the relics of the last four victims in my team still there?" At the end of the hall, Xia Qin asked against a wall.

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

"The relic of the third team of Secret Service? Wait a minute, I'll take a look."

Due to the "association (contact) principle" of spells, using one's clothing and hair to cast spells is the easiest way for professionals to kill them. Professionals' personal belongings must be carefully kept.

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

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

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

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

"Xiaomi, Lao Xie, Aaron, Min Taian..."

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

And soon, the old man Jiang returned with a look of surprise.

"Didn't you take it away? Said the superiors wanted to investigate this incident, and it was Xiaolei from your team who took it away."

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

I have been too busy recently, and Lei Huo Ren, who was just promoted to the deputy team in name, has not had time to come here to leave biological samples. That is the qualification only for the actual deputy team and the reserve captain, such as Xia Qin himself, such as the genius of the year.. ....sophists!

"Repentance Spring Living Water" is a powerful silver-level taboo. The only problem is that it is a living creature. It can only be eaten without vomiting. It will be quite troublesome to revise the visitor list.

"Oh, I just made sure when I took it."

"Last Tuesday, four days ago, at 6:30 pm, 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 object department, the communication had just resumed, and the real bad news had passed.

"...You're right, the tombs have been dug up, and even the coffin veneer has been dug up..." The man who was very fast 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 keep calm, his emotions couldn't be concealed.

"...The most extreme thing is that not only Aaron and the others were dug up, but the entire tomb of the secret keeper was dug up on the hill next door!" When it came to the end, Lei Huo The blade's tone inevitably rose, this was no longer a simple incident, it was a humiliation to the entire official keeper.

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

"They were all buried in the place where the coffin was originally, and there are signs of the 'mother tree' on it, these bastards!" Lei Huo Ren could even imagine the smiles on the faces of those who committed all these evil deeds when they buried the cards.

"You found me!"

That **** likes to leak obvious flaws where it doesn't matter the most, seduce opponents to give feedback, and make them swarm around him, like a burlesque audience and a star!

"Come back first. I'll go to the headquarters. This is a provocation to the keepers of the entire ancient city. Come back and let's discuss it again.... Call the group of young people, we need their strength."

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Even if he didn't receive Xia Qin's feedback, Lu Ping'an could guess that there was probably a mess there.

He asked the big cat what the mechanism of redemption is, but what he got was some incomprehensible responses such as 'cause' and 'destiny', and the inexplicable taboo knowledge has increased a lot.

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

".... the dead resenting their bones, cursing their own death and destiny, longing for nothing to happen, and even longing to go back in time, they are the cornerstone of rituals, the more the better..."

Lu Ping'an's eyes flickered faintly, but blood was oozing out of the corners of his eyes. It is not a good thing to use spiritual vision too much.

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

On the opened page, there is only the weird symbol of "Bone of the Dead", as well as some messy pictures and blasphemous incantations.

Lu Ping'an looked at it, and there were countless illusions in his eyes, and there were countless wailing and cursing of the dead, but he also vaguely saw a figure who was slowly and resolutely laying the relics under the altar.

Lu Ping'an wrote silently, the taboo notebook was getting thicker and darker.

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

Taboo knowledge itself is a kind of strong pollution, pollution will be transferred, silver books are getting thinner and lighter, and my notebook is getting thicker and darker.

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 next to a wall, if you climb it, you will just fall down.

"...The source of the gods is the root of rituals, and the mysteries of history must involve the existence of 'gods', gods and people, life and death, and their entanglement and cause and effect, so that time can be intercepted. …”

The page turned to the next page, and it was a sketch of the sun, the light radiating from it, lighting up the world.

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

Lu Ping'an paused for a moment. From the content he just "transcribed", he thought of one thing.

"The icon of the big cat? Oh, in a sense, this is a good thing."

Since the icon of the big cat is so important, then I shouldn't have to worry about wandering outside and bumping into a certain cult leader.

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

Not only because the 'pollution' is too dangerous, but because he has been copying it for too long, so long that it makes people suspect that this is a third-order scholar.

On the way back~lightnovelpub.net~ Lu Ping'an did not 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 together, is also convenient for rescuers to carry portable equipment in various senses.

But as soon as Lu Ping An came up, he started to work, which was a little surprising.

But when he had been copying for more than two hours, the surrounding was already filled with black air, and when he still did not stop, the bystanders had gone from shock to numbness.

Finally, Lu Pingan rubbed his **** eyes, took a deep breath, and closed the notebook.

"He finally couldn't take it anymore."

"He's still a man."

But in fact, what Lu Ping An thought was something else.

"This is three hundred pages full? I'm a scholar advanced?"

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