As a child, before Lu Yan awakened, Luke had been thinking about a question: survival!

　　As an ordinary person, it takes great luck to live happily in the DC world where there are so many gods and demons.

Luke's luck has always been good, so he chose to wait. He ate and slept and ate every day, and took the white and fat he raised. After waiting for five years, he still did not wait for the welfare of the traverser, not to mention the system, even the most basic None of the gold fingers.

　　 In desperation, I can only give up the good life of salted fish and find another way out.

　　 There are many ways to become stronger, but to sum up it is nothing more than the few: super powers, mutations, technology, magic, inheritance of occult art, and becoming a fanatic of some kind of evil existence.

　　 The last one is a direct pass. Superpower depends on chance and cannot be forced. As for mutation, that is something the poor consider. As the grandson of the former Hongmen chairman, Luke has never tasted the taste of "poor" since he was a child.

　　 Excluding the above, there is also the inheritance of technology, magic and occult.

All three options require time accumulation, especially the inheritance of secret techniques. Whether it is Chinese boxing, Indian ancient yoga, or the Mayan warfare in the Amazon jungle, it takes decades to train, and even more uncomfortable, it is resistant even to the top level. No Kryptonian punches.

　　 This is actually quite embarrassing.

　　 After learning from the old beggar's mouth that boxing training can achieve the top-level destructive effects, Luke immediately gave up the idea of ​​practicing martial arts. No matter how the old beggar rhetorically, he just didn't go to the teacher, and the old man almost hit the wall with anger.

There are only two options left for the inheritance of secret techniques: technology and magic. Magic is very interesting. Which man does not like magic? The problem is blood. Magic in the DC world needs blood to be effective. For people without wizard or demon blood, practice one. For a hundred years, it will not escape the fate of Muggles.

　　The Xiao family’s ancestor was a Han Chinese who had a strong roots. It was not until his great-grandfather’s generation failed to rebel and was hunted down by the Qing court to make a living in America. It was a joke to expect such a family to have wizarding blood.

　　 As expected, Luke didn't have any magic talents. He had practiced for two years without effect, so he had to put his mind on the ghost armor.

　　 It's just that he didn't expect that after so many years, he actually saw the real magic book, or the taboo book that records the black magic and the demon summoning circle.

　　 In the underground base of the Marina City Pier.

　　 Looking at the empty hall, Luke said helplessly.

　　 "Don't hide, I know you are here."

The voice fell, and the Kryptonian girl wearing a large white shirt walked out of the room. She seemed to have just taken a shower, her hair was wet, her long legs were exposed, and the light shone brightly. The only pity was her hands. It was not a condom, but a golden crispy roast leg of lamb.

　　 The girl stuck out her tongue, a little embarrassed,

　　 "The home is too boring, so I wanted to come out and go around, but I didn't expect to go to the seaside city as soon as I turned around."

　　 Luke didn't bother to pay attention to her, the girl was so careful that he couldn't see it, but didn't want to say it was broken, and then took off the ghost armor, sat down on the sofa, opened the sheepskin book, and flipped through page by page.

　　 Seeing that Luke didn’t speak, Linda’s pre-prepared remarks were of no use, she could only curl her lips and said while eating lamb shanks.

　　 "What are you looking at?"

　　 "Magic!"

　　 "The kind on TV?"

　　 Luke glanced at her and said indifferently, "That's magic, for performances. What I saw was the real black magic in reality."

　　 Linda suddenly became interested, dropped the lamb chops, jumped on the sofa barefoot, and followed Luke's eyes carefully.

　　 The parchment is full of mysterious characters that have never been seen before, some of which are hieroglyphs, and some of them have the shadow of ancient Greek characters.

　　 "These characters are also words?"

　　 "Accurately speaking, it is a magic text, a kind of demon text that has been circulated in hell. It was later improved by humans to become what it is now. They are the basis for the use of magic.

"how do you know?"

　　 "When I was a child, I used to study magic for two years. I not only mastered the reading and spelling of magic texts, but also mastered the engraving methods of some magic circles."

　　 Luke turned the book to page ten, pointed to the strange pattern on it and said,

"For example, the more common five-star magic circle in black magic is dedicated to the sacrifice of demons. The processed living people are placed in the magic circle, and they communicate with the demons through special spells. The demons take the flesh and soul of the sacrificed person. , The caster gets rewards from the demons. The more living people sacrificed, the greater the reward."

　　 "Sounds evil!"

　　 Luke smiled, "There is no evil in black magic."

　　 "Will you then?"

"What can you do?"

　　 Linda pointed to the sheepskin book, "Magic!"

Luke pondered for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Magic is divided into many types: irony magic, elemental magic, spiritual magic, temperature magic, force field magic, flying magic, space magic, time magic, perception magic, light magic, Regenerative magic, dispel magic, enhanced magic, concrete magic, etc..."

　　 paused, shrugged in the girl’s expectant gaze,

　　 "Because of descent ~lightnovelpub.net~I don't know all of the above."

　　 Linda: "……"

　　 I won’t say it earlier, wasting time!

　　 "But..." The conversation turned and continued, "The soul magic and demon summoning circle related to the soul, I may have a little talent."

　　 "It's true, it won't be a lie again!"

　　 "Try it and you will know."

　　 Luke felt that he had to try it. After all, the green flames are closely connected with the soul, and other magic cannot be learned. Soul magic can be tried. It happens that the sheepskin book records several necromantic spells related to soul magic.

"follow me!"

　　 The two left the dock and found an abandoned cemetery.

　　 It was exactly 12 o'clock in the evening, and the surrounding area was pitch black. As far as my eyes were, I could only see the messy grass and broken tombstones.

　　 The cemetery seems to be abandoned for a long time.

　　 Linda felt her teeth tremble a little, and said in an uneasy tone.

　　 "Really testing in this place?"

　　 "The best place to test necromantic magic is the cemetery. If you are afraid, close your eyes."

　　 "I'm not afraid?"

　　 "Then come and help and push the coffin away."

　　 Linda: "……"

　　 Luke Shaw, you are a bastard!

　　 The girl glared at Luke angrily, kicked the sarcophagus, and kicked the tens of kilograms of coffin into a meteor.

　　 The corpse in the coffin has long since turned into dead bones, not to mention a hundred years of history.

　　 Luke opened the ancient sheepskin book, turned to the middle page, remembered the magic of enslaving the corpse, and walked to the corpse.

　　 As the hoarse and low spell swayed in the air, a few inexplicable breaths suddenly appeared in the graveyard.