"BAM!"
The wall was kicked flat by Lu Sheng. Large bricks and stones fell apart, exposing the entire bedroom to his view.
The bedroom was no different from ordinary bedrooms—save for a thick purple stone pillar in the middle. A book was placed on the pillar. The book was open and was flipping slowly by itself automatically.
"What’s this?" Smelling the scent of a treasure, Lu Sheng’s eyes lit up and he reached for the book.
"Yingying…" the umbrella girl kept crying.
Ignoring her, Lu Sheng grabbed at the book.
"BUZZ!!!"
Without warning, ribbons of white hexes appeared around the book. They were ribbons formed by large amounts of words, encircling and dancing around the book, stopping Lu Sheng’s hand.
"Oh, interesting." Lu Sheng’s interest was piqued. The harder it was to obtain it, the more precious the treasure must be.
He pulled back his hand. Then, abruptly, he slammed his palm towards it.
