Just like the spell, this passage suddenly popped out of my memory.

It was this flash of inspiration.

She suddenly seemed to have thought of something: "I know! I finally know what my mother left behind!"

Nanjing rummaged through the thousands of classics in the storage ring and found a classic that was already full of graffiti - "Introduction to the Psychic".

This is her introduction to psychics, a secret book copied by her mother herself.

Nan Jing looked at the classics, and a spell formation immediately came to mind.

She once again used blood to draw a six-pointed star formation on the cover of the book, and shouted softly: "Psychicism!"

Looking again, there was a "bang" sound and the space seemed to be squeezed and shattered.

The tome exploded with a bang, turning into a huge scroll nearly as tall as a person.

The countless mysterious incantations on it are like chains, locking the scroll tightly.

Nan Jing was also startled when he saw the huge scroll falling in his arms.

It was as if he had just come to his senses and realized what he had done.

"this"

After being stunned for a moment, Miss Wanzitou finally understood that what her mother really wanted to bring out for herself was this secret scroll of inheritance!

The moment I touched the scroll, a familiar feeling came over me.

But she didn't think about the baby, and her first reaction was: maybe there is a treatment plan!

She stretched out her hand and pulled open a corner of the scroll. After just a glance, Nan Jing felt a massive amount of information pouring into her mind.

However, at this moment, without noticing at all, Ji Xun beside her legs slowly opened his eyes.

Ji Xun woke up.

His mind was broken.

But he had experienced it so many times that he knew his brain was shutting down again.

Because he was lying down, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the pretty face of the girl with the round head with tears stained on it.

"???"

Ji Xun didn't know what happened, so he turned over and sat up.

Nan Jing quickly searched for the information he wanted on the scroll, and suddenly saw a person sitting up, and was startled.

Looking at each other, the two of them were stunned.

Nanjing's eyes were hazy and crystal clear, clearly revealing the surprise that was difficult to conceal, and instantly stretched into Yun Kai's excited smile: "Mr. Ji Xun, are you alive?!"

Ji Xun also guessed that he suddenly fell into coma just now, which might have frightened the ball-headed lady. Youyou joked: "I'm not dead."

Nan Jing put down the scroll in his hand, couldn't help the surging joy in his heart, and gave him a firm hug, "Wow. It's great that you're okay!"

Ji Xun himself didn't care.

He patted Nan Jing's back, looked at the giant scroll in her hand, and asked, "Hey, what is this?"

Nan Jing finally came back to his senses, "Hey!"

His mind seemed to be functioning normally all of a sudden, and he explained: "I just suddenly thought of it, and then it came to me."

"Did you 'channel' this scroll?"

Ji Xun also guessed that it might be something left by Nan Jing's mother.

But the hiding method is really unexpected.

Spiritualism can only channel "spirit" targets.

Can scrolls also channel spirits?

This thing is obviously not ordinary.

Ji Xun instinctively looked over, but saw a blank, "No content?"

"Yes, I have!"

Nan Jing looked down and was stunned for a moment: "Hey, there were all of them just now."

Only then did she realize that she had clearly seen a lot of text just now, but now there was nothing.

Ji Xun looked thoughtful as he listened, and suddenly realized, "It should require certain conditions to be seen."

And it is not difficult to guess that this specific condition must be related to Nanjing.

He, an outsider, couldn't see it and didn't want to pry, so he asked casually: "What is this scroll?"

"This is the Book of the High Priest."

Nan Jing said the name, but tried hard to think about it: "It's strange, I seem to have forgotten the content."

When Ji Xun heard this, not only did he not realize that Nan Jing's memory was poor, but he suddenly thought of something.

Because he had the same experience.

That's when I read those high-level demonic words on the copper plate. I clearly read them, but in the blink of an eye, I couldn't remember anything.

This also shows that this scroll is very high-end.

Ji Xun smiled: "Think carefully about the previous state and what conditions may be needed to see it."

"oh."

Nan Jing nodded, and then thought of something again: "But Mr. Ji Xun, your mental power."

Ji Xun is very optimistic: "You shouldn't die for the time being. Let's slowly think of a way."

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Nan Jing frowned slightly as he listened, but said nothing.

Because there was nothing she could do.

Glancing at the scroll in her hand from the corner of her eye, she always felt that she should be able to find a solution.

I tried it, but I still can't contain this strange big scroll, and it can't be put into the storage space.

It can only be carried like this.

It proves that this thing is not simple.

Nan Jing immersed himself in examining the scroll.

Ji Xun also continued to look through those classics.

Suddenly he felt his forehead was wet.

After wiping it, I discovered that there was blood on my hand.

He glanced at the girl with the round head out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know what he was thinking of. His eyebrows moved slightly, and soon the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Ji Xun didn't have anything urgent to do. Now that he had obtained so many precious palace secrets, he felt that there was never enough time.

It's better not to run around.

Nanjing has nowhere to go now, he can't go back home, and he doesn't dare to go to crowded places, so he keeps studying the big scroll.

When I feel tired and sleepy, I just take a rest in the tent I set up.

Unconsciously, time flew by, and the two of them stayed in the dilapidated building like this for a whole day.

During this time, no one from Golden Oak came after him.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

But Ji Xun always felt that Nan Jing and the scroll in her hand were in more trouble than that.

The next day, noon.

Nanjing cooked some food in a military boiler, and the two of them had a simple meal in the small building.

After dinner, Ji Xun digested his food and wanted to read a book and meditate as usual.

However, when he habitually picked up the silver mirror and checked it every day, his expression suddenly became stern.

"Huh"

What Ji Xun is holding is the [Silver Moon Mirror].

This is the internal communication tool of the Silver Moon Sect.

Since the last battle at the auction house, there has been absolutely no movement.

Ji Xun felt that such a good remote communication tool should only be used by the other party again.

Maybe there will be a surprise.

After not thinking about it for so many days, I finally heard the whisper of the devil coming from the mirror again.

Ji Xun was already familiar with how to crack it, so he picked it up and gave it a try.
To be continued...