Maureen was like a ghost, with light steps and fast speed, approaching silently without making any sound.
Soon, Morin walked around the southeast of the town, but to his surprise, he didn't find anything.
"No..." Morin frowned.
After thinking about it, Morin looked outside the town. Without hesitation, he turned into a faint black shadow and flew towards the southeast outside the town.
Finally, after walking for a while, Morin discovered that the circular seal on the palm of his hand began to emit a faint silver light.
"It looks like it's really outside of town."
Maureen said softly, a smile on her face.
He did not hesitate, but increased his speed and rushed forward.
The light emitted by the circular seal became brighter and brighter, and in the end, it was as bright as moonlight, illuminating the surroundings.
"This is it." Morin felt the feeling from the circular seal on his palm, his heart moved, and he stopped immediately.
It looks like this should be a mass grave. There are densely packed tombstones all around, some are placed randomly, some are relatively neatly, some are very old, and some are relatively new and do not look like they were built very recently.
Morin didn't look at the tombstones, but instead focused his gaze on a large stone in front of the mass grave.
There are several large stones in front of the mass grave. This stone looks ordinary and inconspicuous among them.
"That's it. Yes, there is a layer of witchcraft hiding on the surface." Morin smiled and stopped in front of the stone.
"It's just that this concealing witchcraft looks... so weird."
Maureen suddenly frowned.
After thinking for a while, Morin stretched out his hand and gently stroked the surface of the stone. The circular pattern on his palm emitted a silver light, causing the entire surface of the stone to tremble. Then, layers of runes slowly emerged around him like reflections in the water.
The stone had disappeared, and in its place, a dark hole appeared, as if leading to something unknown.
"Just like that?"
Maureen was stunned for a moment.
The concealed witchcraft was not simple. The construction and structure of the witchcraft, as well as the energy reaction and energy point arrangement of the witchcraft were unexpected. He had never seen them before.
Originally he thought that it would take a lot of effort to break it, but he didn't expect that he could break it easily just by gently brushing the circular pattern on his palm.
After being surprised, Morin withdrew his thoughts.
"Let's see what's inside."
Mo Lin felt excited, he knew that he had run into good luck.
After calming down a little, Morin took out a palm-sized gray-white slate from his arms.
He whispered a few witchcraft spells, and a strong stream of dark energy particles rushed over and poured into the stone slab.
The gray-white slate immediately expanded and became the size of an ordinary slate. Then, it grew four tiny legs and two hands. A pair of big eyes appeared above the slate, blinking constantly, looking very clever.
Feet wearing red and white shoes, two tiny hands, and a pair of big eyes, instantly, the stone slab came alive.
"@#%…&*Cai Cai…"
The gray-white stone's eyes turned and suddenly found Morin next to him. He immediately jumped in fright, his eyes almost popped out, and turned around and wanted to run. It looked very lifelike.
"I grant you life, and according to the oath, you will obey my call (Old Andasi)!"
Morin's face darkened and he immediately said this in ancient Andean.
But in his heart, he felt helpless. As expected, the Filthy Star Slate really deserved the name of a troublemaker, a being that many wizards both loved and hated. It had just appeared and its true nature had been exposed.
"If it wasn't for the purpose of detecting what was inside, I wouldn't have let this annoying thing out."
Mo Lin said viciously in his heart.
However, Morin also knew that the Filthy Star Slate was very good at detection and was very effective in sensing witchcraft traps. Moreover, the active Filthy Star Slate was a precious witchcraft material and was indispensable in some witchcraft experiments.
Finally, the Dirty Star Slab reluctantly took its four legs and slowly walked into the cave.
Morin slowly closed his eyes and relied on the pupil-vision magic left on the Filthy Star Slate to observe the Filthy Star Slate and everything around it.
After a dizzying moment, a manor-like building appeared all around. There was a strange glow all around the building, which was the light emitted by the defensive witchcraft.
"What a great discovery." Such a thought flashed through Morin's mind, and he urged the Dirty Star Slate and walked forward.
As the Dirty Star Slate got closer, Morin gradually saw the manor clearly.
Although there was no abnormality, Morin still felt something was wrong from the air concentration and distribution diagrams of various gases.
It's a feeling that has been going on for a long time.
"At least three or four hundred years."
Based on the analysis of the chip, Morin estimated this value.
On the way ahead, there are many witchcraft traps. Although a long time has passed, a large part of them are still in effect. However, with the Filthy Star Slate that is sensitive to witchcraft traps, it is not a big problem.
There are many pieces of paper in the courtyard, which should have been thrown down from the upstairs when the owner of this place was in a bad mood.
Morin asked the Dirty Star Slate to pick up one and start looking at it.
"This is at least a field that only official wizards can get involved in!" Morin was shocked.
Although the things recorded on those pieces of paper were very simple, just simple witchcraft conjectures and witchcraft structures, but Morin immediately discovered that these things were at least something that only formal wizards could involve, and even ordinary formal wizards were far inferior to them.
"Could this be a formal wizard's residence?"
Such a thought flashed through Morin's mind.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, he found that something was wrong with the Dirty Star Slate.
A tiny gnawing sound was heard, and Morin suddenly realized that the ground around him was slowly undulating like water waves. Tiny mouths appeared out of nowhere, with sharp tiny teeth inside, biting and clicking non-stop.
"Devil's vine? No, that's not right. This is to transplant the devil's vine and solidify it in the soil!"
Morin felt the mouths appearing larger and larger, and his expression suddenly changed. He said, "What kind of transplant is this? Not only is the devil vine permanently solidified and will not decay, but its power seems to be even stronger!"
The Dirty Star Slate jumped up and wanted to leave, but found that he couldn't move at all.
"They even cast a gravity spell that prevents people from escaping!"
Morin's face looked extremely ugly.
call!
Suddenly, a handful of glowing energy arrows shot over and hit the Dirty Star stone slab heavily.
With a bang, the Dirty Star Slate exploded directly, turning into countless pieces of rubble, which scattered all over the ground and were then eaten up by those tiny mouths.
"Damn it, I failed this time!"
Mo Lin couldn't help but curse loudly.
Just when the pupil witchcraft was about to dissipate, suddenly, Morin found a person at the door.
He was a phantom, emitting a faint glow, which should be a spiritual imprint.
"Although I am only a third-class apprentice, my residence is not something that ordinary people can break into."
The figure laughed, his tone revealing a natural strength and pride, and said: "Even official wizards don't dare to barge in casually. You dare to barge in casually, really..."
Suddenly, the figure froze, a bewildered look appeared on his face, and he said, "So you are not someone who just barged in, you are the inheritor."
"Hundreds of years have passed. Has anyone finally obtained the teacher's book, deciphered the secrets within, and condensed the mark of inheritance?"
The figure was sighing, as if happy, but also sad.
A moment of darkness.
The pupil witchcraft dissipated.
Outside.
"Well..."
Morin couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and subconsciously took a step or two back.
He felt a wave of disquiet in his chest, and his blood was rising and falling.
So Morin reached out his hand, held onto a rock next to him, and gasped for breath.