Chapter 554: Birch Hidden Cultivation Society

Li Li Banfeng sparred with Zhong Er for a few rounds and gave him a few martial arts classics to study diligently.

Zhong Er was very serious and started studying the classics as soon as he got in the car, but Li Li Banfeng understood one thing: Zhong Er's current cultivation had very limited effect.

In Puluo Continent, martial cultivation was the most common sect. Li Li Banfeng had seen many low-level cultivators. Zhong Er's diligence made Li Li Banfeng overlook a problem: the gap between a fighter and a real martial cultivator.

In the process of actual combat, a fighter's first priority is to choose a suitable weapon.

But martial cultivators don't need to consider these; they use whatever they pick up.

This determined the natural gap between the two sides in adaptability. Fighters were already a grade lower than martial cultivators at the foundation.

On the way back, Li Li Banfeng asked Lightbulb: "What is the name of Oil Cultivation in the Outer Provinces?"

"Lubricator!"

"Did you also become a dark energy user by relying on the guide agents from the bureau?"

Lightbulb shook his head: "The guide agent I used was a family heirloom, left to me by my grandfather."

"Was your grandfather an Oil Cultivator?"

"I don't know what sect he belonged to. I never met my grandfather; he passed away before I was born. My parents didn't tell me about my grandfather's sect."

"In our bureau, whose sects are family heirlooms?"

"There are quite a few. Insect Cultivator He He Bensheng's sect is a family heirloom, Sister Mi'e's sect is also a family heirloom, and Seeing Datou's sect is also a family heirloom. There are several others; I can't remember them for a moment."

Speaking of Seeing Datou, Lightbulb paused for a long while.

Seeing Datou was still locked up in the Dark Star Bureau, hadn't returned home, and hadn't seen his family.

Returning to his residence, Li Li Banfeng entered the Portable Dwelling. Chu Chu Zikai was no longer there, and Xiang Xiang Hongying had organized the flesh and blood, waiting for the magic treasures to come to the table.

The Record Player had originally wanted to keep Chu Chu Zikai for a while longer, but an accident occurred: "Husband, Chu Chu Zikai suddenly said a sentence, and then his person started to explode, which was very similar to the situation of An Zongding."

"Which sentence?"

"He said that so-called civilization is all fabricated."

Xiang Xiang Hongying said: "At that time, I was asking him about the Birch Hidden Cultivation Society. Just for the residence of that so-called Lov, he said more than a dozen places."

Li Li Banfeng looked at Xiang Xiang Hongying's notebook: "More than a dozen places, that won't be easy to find."

Xiang Xiang Hongying said: "I was quite ruthless; I estimate he didn't lie."

The whole family sat at the table to eat, and Li Li Banfeng flipped through Chu Chu Zikai's confession and Zhong Er's information.

The Birch Hidden Cultivation Society was a problem Li Li Banfeng urgently needed to deal with, because this organization knew Li Li Banfeng's identity. Li Li Banfeng was in the light, and they were in the dark. If this dragged on, Li Li Banfeng could be ambushed by them at any time.

Both the information and the confession mentioned a place: the black market.

The Birch Hidden Cultivation Society was also very short of money. Besides using the Ferry Gang to make money, they also operated some businesses in the black market. Zhong Er marked several stall owners; these people had all had dealings with the Birch Hidden Cultivation Society in the black market.

Chu Chu Zikai also mentioned in his confession that Migelov had his own business in the black market.

The whole family sat at the table to eat, and the Record Player instructed Xiang Xiang Hongying: "Send some food to the Fifth Room, Seventh Room, and Eighth Room. Let the others see that as long as they contribute to us, we certainly won't treat them unfairly."

Li Li Banfeng left the Portable Dwelling and contacted Tang Tang Changfa.

Tang Tang Changfa hurriedly handed the business over to Yan Hong'er and Yan Cui'er and ran to Li Li Banfeng's residence. Li Li Banfeng asked: "Are you still adapting to the black market side?"

"Adapting! That's really a good place. The business is easy to do, and the people are quite easy to get along with."

"Where do you get your goods?" This was a problem Li Li Banfeng hadn't helped Tang Tang Changfa solve. When he first started the business, Tang Tang Changfa could only sell the stock he had on hand.

"Seven Young Master, you don't need to worry about this matter," Tang Tang Changfa was indeed doing well in the black market. "There are plenty of people who want to send goods to us. If you want me to receive goods, the goods must be top-notch, and the price must be appropriate. There are plenty of sources; I can pick whatever I want."

Li Li Banfeng showed Tang Tang Changfa the list of stall owners from Zhong Er: "Are you familiar with these people?"

Tang Tang Changfa pointed to a person named Zeng Zeng Hongfu and said: "I'm familiar with this person. He's over fifty and has been in the black market for quite a few years. He kept running to me last night, saying he wanted to buy medicine for limb regeneration."

Limb regeneration?

"Is this wanting to grow an arm?"

Tang Tang Changfa said: "I don't know if he's missing an arm or a leg. At first, I really didn't sell it to him,

because this medicine is too precious."

"Do you really have such medicine?"

"Yes! There are two types. One is the paste given by the City Lord; this is a treasure of Glue Cultivation. It's no problem to stick some flesh and blood, and it's barely usable for sticking an arm or leg.

There is another one that is even more powerful; it's the Peddler's plaster. No matter which part of the body is missing, as long as you align it,

and then stick it on, it's guaranteed to work."

Li Li Banfeng had seen both of these things, especially the time the Peddler stuck Qiu Qiu Zhiheng's hand back on; Li Li Banfeng was indeed shocked.

Tang Tang Changfa said: "The paste still has one bottle left, and there is only this one plaster. Such precious things,

how could I bear to sell it to him? He came to increase the price several times, but I ignored him. I estimate he will come to find me again tonight."

Li Li Banfeng said: "Are there no other Puluo Continent people in the black market? Can't they buy plaster or paste from others?"

"That's difficult," Tang Tang Changfa shook his head. "The paste was obtained by our City Lord from a Glue Cultivator friend. That Glue Cultivator friend exhausted all his efforts to make two or three bottles of paste a year. If someone else went to ask for it,

that friend couldn't possibly give it.

As for the Peddler's plaster, don't even think about it. If anyone's limbs are broken, they can go to the Peddler to buy plaster. Use how much you need, and he will stick how much you need; he won't let you take more, and no amount of money will work.

This plaster in my hand was snatched from the Peddler's cart when he came to Fool City. You also know,

the Peddler usually yields to us. If it were elsewhere, who would dare to snatch the Peddler's things? This plaster can be considered a priceless treasure."

Plaster and paste were priceless treasures. Tang Tang Changfa did the right thing; these things should indeed be cherished.

But how could Zeng Zeng Hongfu know about the precious medicine in Tang Tang Changfa's hands?

"Did you take these two things out to show off?"

Tang Tang Changfa shook his head: "I didn't show off. When Zeng Zeng Hongfu came to ask yesterday, Yan Cui'er was careless,

and let it slip."

Li Li Banfeng frowned and said: "This matter must be remembered for punishment. Tell Yan Cui'er she is to be hit one hundred times. When I have time, I will hit her myself."

"The shopkeeper is right, she should be hit. I'll record it for her!"

According to Li Li Banfeng's impression, Migelov's hand fell to the ground and turned into rotten mud. He indeed should buy medicine for limb regeneration, but paste and plaster shouldn't be of any use to him, right? His hand was already gone.

Seeking medical advice in a panic?

Or did he have other methods?

Li Li Banfeng said: "In a while, let's go to the black market together. Sell the paste to that person, and sell it at a higher price."

!

Li Qi gave the order, and Tang Tang Changfa naturally followed it. The two arrived at the black market and sat in a private room.

The Cultural Palace was showing a romance film tonight, and what was mainly being sold were medicinal herbs.

Li Li Banfeng watched the movie, while Yan Cui'er and Yan Hong'er rubbed his shoulders and beat his back. Yan Cui'er, in particular, served him very diligently, occasionally acting spoiled: "Shopkeeper, are you really willing to hit me? If you want to hit, just hit me with your hand twice.

You can't use a weapon!"

Halfway through the movie, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. Li Li Banfeng remained calm and sat in the corner of the private room.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu really came again, still for the limb regeneration medicine. He doubled the price, and Tang Tang Changfa deliberately hesitated for a long time before finally selling the paste to him.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu was overjoyed. He didn't even set up his stall anymore and ran out of the Cultural Palace.

Driving the car, he traveled more than ten kilometers and entered a residential building, entering a two-bedroom apartment.

More than a dozen people were sitting in the living room. Zeng Zeng Hongfu communicated with everyone in fluent Lavsha language. Under the surveillance of two Lavsha people, he entered the master bedroom.

Migelov was lying in the bedroom. Seeing Zeng Zeng Hongfu, he smiled: "My child, have you had a harvest?"

No matter how old the other party was, Migelov collectively called them children here.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu was quite pleased. While agreeing, he took out the paste: "This is the best medicine in Puluo Continent, a special product of the Adhesive Cultivator."

"Child, you have to explain the concept more clearly. Is it an Adhesive Cultivator or a Glue Cultivator?"

Zeng Zeng Hongfu immediately realized his wording was inappropriate: "It is a product of a Glue Cultivator, capable of perfectly reshaping the limbs you lost."

Migelov stared at the paste for a long time and nodded: "Child, I will keep your contribution to the Hidden Cultivation Society in mind. Your position in the Hidden Cultivation Society will also be adjusted accordingly.

I need some arms now. I mean some, not one. You know, if I want my left arm to completely recover, this is not something one arm can do; it requires complex and meticulous repair."

Zeng Zeng Hongfu nodded repeatedly: "Great President, this is my sacred and glorious mission. You can leave this matter to me."

"Bring the person who sold you this medicine to see me. If he refuses to come, you must ask them for the source of this medicine. Regardless of whether they are willing to answer, their lives cannot continue to remain in this world."

Zeng Zeng Hongfu said: "Don't worry, I will give you a reply tomorrow morning."

Migelov waved his hand, signaling that Zeng Zeng Hongfu could leave.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu didn't dare to turn his back on Migelov. He retreated all the way to the door, opened the door, turned sideways, and quietly closed the door, almost without making a sound.

Migelov looked at the small bottle of paste in his hand and then looked at his severed arm. He closed his eyes and prayed two sentences:

"Great God, please grant me protection, let me continue to serve at your feet with a complete body,

let me punish the thugs who blaspheme the gods with a complete body, let me wash away the shame in my heart with a complete body."

A tall and sturdy brown-haired man entered Migelov's room, bowed and saluted: "President, we have already found out the identity of that woman and found her residence. Her name is Jin Jin Shunying. On the night of the incident, she went to the auction site with Li Qi."

"Did you catch her?"

The man shook his head: "That woman hasn't returned to her residence for the time being. Our people are still squatting at her residence."

Migelov nodded: "I trust your ability; it is absolutely much stronger than those stupid Da Huan people. Pour me a glass of wine."

The man took vodka from the wine cabinet and poured a glass for Migelov.

After drinking it in one gulp, Migelov calmed down quite a bit and signaled that the man could leave.

The man left the room and closed the door with a bang.

Migelov frowned. On this point, the Da Huan people still had a sense of proportion; they were obviously more polite. He closed his eyes and was just about to fall asleep when sounds kept coming from the living room.

Bang! Clang!

Migelov was angry: "What on earth are you doing?"

A man pushed open the door: "Sorry, President, I just went to get some arms for you."

"Arms?" Migelov was stunned. He had left this matter to Zeng Zeng Hongfu, but regardless of the figure or the voice,

the person at the door was obviously not Zeng Zeng Hongfu.

"Who are you?"

Li Li Banfeng walked in carrying more than a dozen arms: "There are left hands here, and there are right hands here. They were all just chopped off from the living room. The blood is fresh, the fat and thin are appropriate, and the meat is fresh. You should install them while they are hot."

Migelov tried his best to create a wall to block Li Li Banfeng. He climbed off the bed and rushed to the window, preparing to jump out.

Because he was missing an arm and was covered in external injuries, Migelov couldn't climb onto the windowsill at the first moment.

Li Li Banfeng's shadow helped him, lifted him onto the windowsill, and sent him into the Portable Dwelling.

After entering the Portable Dwelling, Migelov drew a dagger and cut off his left leg. The left leg turned into a mass of silt and quickly formed a castle, wrapping Migelov inside.

According to Migelov's design, the size of this castle was very large, enough to burst this narrow room,

allowing him to establish contact with the outside world.

But an invisible force suppressed the size of the castle. The height of the castle was suppressed to just over a meter, and the length was just one and a half meters.

Migelov lay half-reclined in the castle, concentrating his mind, wanting to make the castle move.

But the castle couldn't sense the power of the gods and remained in place, without any sign of being able to move.

Migelov constantly increased the thickness of the walls to protect himself, while also thinking about the next countermeasure.

Xiang Xiang Hongying looked a bit puzzled: "What does this foreigner want to do? Why did he wrap himself in mud?"

The Record Player said: "Xue Yingying, have you ever eaten Beggar's Chicken?"

Xiang Xiang Hongying understood the Record Player's meaning and hurriedly gathered firewood, starting a fire.

Migelov was unable to move the castle and became increasingly irritable.

The temperature inside the castle kept rising, making Migelov unable to breathe.

Li Qi, what on earth are you trying to do to me?

You know my background; why do you still dare to make a move on me?

You offended the Birch Hidden Cultivation Society, and instead of thinking about self-preservation, you actually dared to make a move on me?

Are you a lunatic?

What kind of place is this house?

What is the background of the monsters in this house!

The Record Player instructed Xiang Xiang Hongying: "Pay attention to the heat; don't really burn him to death."

"Don't worry," Xiang Xiang Hongying picked up the wine gourd and poured some wine on the fire. "In a while, he won't be able to hold on and will come out himself."

Li Li Banfeng sent the corpses in the living room into the Portable Dwelling and searched the two-bedroom room once.

"Shopkeeper, there is a secret compartment in the sofa." The glove drilled under the sofa and brought out an iron box after a short while.

He opened the box and looked. Inside was a stack of photos, each photo showing a large formula on a blackboard.

The glove searched the room again and found several hundred thousand in cash, a blueprint, and an account book.

The blueprint seemed to be a design drawing of some building, drawn a bit roughly, with many parts not marked with dimensions.

The account book recorded recent income and expenses. Because it was recorded in Lavsha language, Li Li Banfeng couldn't understand the details. He gave all the cash to the glove, dragged the corpses of Migelov's dozen subordinates into the Portable Dwelling,

the glove used techniques to clean up the traces at the scene, took away the bottle of paste, ensured there were no omissions, followed Li Li Banfeng away from the scene, and went to the black market together.

Cultural Palace, second floor of the cinema.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu took five people and entered Tang Tang Changfa's private room.

The cinema private room was very small. Once these people entered, the room was basically full.

Tang Tang Changfa said: "Brother Zeng, what's the meaning of this?"

Zeng Zeng Hongfu smiled: "No meaning, just came to ask you something. Where did that bottle of paste come from?"

Tang Tang Changfa shook his head: "You shouldn't ask this. The black market has the rules of the black market. If you say the goods are wrong, you can find the person selling snacks to be a witness. If you want to ask about other things, I have nothing to say here."

"Not saying!" Zeng Zeng Hongfu took away his smile. "Then you'll have to suffer a bit."

Tang Tang Changfa frowned: "What are you trying to do? Want to make a move in this place?"

"Afraid?" Zeng Zeng Hongfu drew an Emei piercer from his sleeve. "If you're afraid, tell the truth sooner, and I might be able to spare your life!"

"You were the one who showed your weapon first!" Tang Tang Changfa pointed outside the door. "If this is seen by the one selling snacks—"

"He won't see it," Zeng Zeng Hongfu shook his head slightly. "He won't see you anymore in the future."

Tang Tang Changfa sighed: "What should we do then?"

"What should you do? Tell the truth!" Zeng Zeng Hongfu aimed the Emei piercer at Tang Tang Changfa's brow.

"I'm not worried about you. I'm worried that I can't explain it to the shopkeeper. He didn't allow us to kill people here." After saying this, Tang Tang Changfa grabbed the Emei piercer and actively stabbed it into his own skull.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu was stunned, and the five people behind him were all stunned.

But seeing Tang Tang Changfa's brain matter flowing out along the wound, the person was still like nothing happened, continuing to talk to Yan Hong'er and

Yan Cui'er.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu and his subordinates were so scared they couldn't move.

Fool Cultivation Technique, please ask for a board.

Zeng Zeng Hongfu and the others had never seen this before. Watching the Emei piercer trembling up and down in Tang Tang Changfa's forehead, they were so scared they didn't even have the consciousness to run away.

Yan Cui'er came up with an idea: "Let's not kill them. Let's cut off a large part of their flesh, ensuring they can't run around everywhere, and they won't die.

Let's collect the flesh and blood. Not only will there be no traces, but we'll also get the benefits. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?"

Yan Hong'er pinched Yan Cui'er: "Blindly coming up with ideas. I tell you, you are still recorded for punishment by the shopkeeper. A full one hundred times. If you dare to cause trouble again, watch if the shopkeeper doesn't beat you to death!"

Yan Cui'er stuck out her tongue and didn't make a sound. Yan Hong'er came up with an idea: "Use a sleeping drug to drug them,

and wait for the shopkeeper to come and deal with them."

Tang Tang Changfa turned back and locked the door of the private room: "Yan Hong'er, I say you should also be recorded for punishment. How did the shopkeeper tell us? We are people doing legitimate business. Don't always use sleeping drugs!

After eating the sleeping drug, they will be dizzy for several days. How uncomfortable you make people. Just pick the tendons of their hands and feet, and that's it? This way, they won't be dizzy at all."

Not long after, Li Li Banfeng entered the private room and frowned: "What's going on? Why did you pick people's tendons?"

Yan Cui'er pouted: "Tang Tang Changfa made us do all this—"

Li Li Banfeng looked at Tang Tang Changfa and said: "I really taught you in vain for so long. We are people doing legitimate business. You just picked people's tendons like this? Can this still be connected?"

Tang Tang Changfa said in a low voice: "I was afraid they would eat the sleeping drug and be dizzy—"

Li Li Banfeng said: "What if they are dizzy for a while? At least the tendons are still there. If they are connected to your bodies, they can still be used. Now that you've picked them, isn't that just wasting things?"

Yan Cui'er said: "They didn't listen to me. I thought of this from the beginning."

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "In the future, for this kind of thing, you all have to listen to Yan Cui'er."

Yan Hong'er hummed: "Shopkeeper, did you forget that beating she was supposed to get? A full one hundred times, we all remember it!"

Li Li Banfeng waved his hand: "We'll talk about that later."

Yan Cui'er glared at Yan Hong'er: "The shopkeeper loves me. Hitting me is also loving me. Go die, you bitch!"

"Bitch, I'm really going to be pissed off by you!"

Li Li Banfeng just entered the Portable Dwelling and saw Xiang Xiang Hongying being pressed on a stool by the Record Player, being beaten.

This wasn't playing around; the Record Player was really hitting.

Li Li Banfeng said: "What's going on?"

The Record Player said: "I told her to use fire to force that foreign ghost out, but she didn't know the depth and really burned that foreign ghost to a crisp. There were still many things I hadn't had time to ask!"

Xiang Xiang Hongying gritted her teeth and said: "Seeing that he could make such a big house, no matter what, he should have cultivation Above the Clouds. Who knew he couldn't stand being burned!"

The Portable Dwelling opened its mouth: "Zhao Xiao Wan, don't make things difficult for Xiang Xiang Hongying. It's fine if he's burned to death. To suppress his house,

it really isn't easy."

The Record Player let go of Xiang Xiang Hongying. Xiang Xiang Hongying stood up, looking aggrieved: "Even the old man said it wasn't easy. Shouldn't this person be properly Above the Clouds? He died after being burned for less than half an hour. Who could have imagined!"

Migelov was burned to death by Xiang Xiang Hongying, still covered in mud before he died.

This is the combat power Chu Chu Zikai described as indescribable. Migelov's castle made the Portable Dwelling quite wary, but Xiang Xiang Hongying just set a fire and burned Migelov to death.

"My lady, is there a way to interrogate a soul?"

The Record Player said: "There is a way, but it's a bit risky. After this foreign ghost's soul leaves his body, he will forget most things. If you want him to remember these things, you need to cultivate him slowly and raise him into a resentful soul.

But I don't know how much time this will take, and I don't know what he will do during this period. For the sake of stability,

Little Slave should just eat him."

This wasn't the Record Player being greedy; the Record Player really wasn't short of food recently.

She was indeed right. Raising such a resentful soul full of hatred in the Portable Dwelling, it's hard to say what kind of consequences it would bring.

"If he's dead, he's dead. If he's dead, let's start the feast!" Li Li Banfeng was open-minded. Migelov died, which at most meant one less confession, and confessions were things that needed to be verified for authenticity, so their value wasn't that high.

The material evidence he had in his hands was not small in value.

"My lady, take a look at these photos."

The Record Player took the photos and looked at them carefully: "These are some algorithms, without head or tail, but they can't be sorted out into a clue. There are a few photos with text here, but this text isn't easy to understand."

There were a few photos with text, but it wasn't Da Huan language, and it was very similar to the text in the account book.

"This should be Lavsha language. It seems no one in the family understands Lavsha language," Li Li Banfeng pondered for a moment. "Tomorrow, I will take these things to the Dark Star Bureau and show them to the translator, and have her make a translation."

Tang Dao felt it wasn't very appropriate: "Master, we just killed the leader of the Birch Hidden Cultivation Society, and now we are taking their things to show the Dark Star Bureau.

Although there are your friends in the Dark Star Bureau, we can't be so honest with them. We should still have the necessary precautions."

Li Li Banfeng also knew he had to take precautions. The method he could think of was to break these sentences apart and find the translator to decipher them multiple times.

But the key problem was that the Dark Star Bureau seemed to have only one Lavsha language translator. No matter how many times he divided it, there was still the possibility of being connected by the translator.

Translate online directly?

Uploading these materials to the internet is equivalent to telling the whole world about the matter.

Find an electronic dictionary, don't go online, translate offline—this translation quality is really touching.

The Portable Dwelling came up with an idea: "There is a Literary Cultivator in the Ninth Room who can speak many foreign languages. I estimate she can also speak Lavsha language."

The old man seems to have remembered quite a few things recently.

Li Li Banfeng said: "You all eat, don't wait for me."

Xiang Xiang Hongying prepared to peel off the silt on Migelov's body. The Portable Dwelling said: "Don't move, I'll do it. These silt are very special; I still have use for them."

Li Li Banfeng went to the Ninth Room and first touched the lotus heart of the Did Honglian: "Flower Nine, have you stayed in Snowflake Pier for a period of time?"

The Did Honglian used its lotus heart to pinch Li Li Banfeng's finger: "I originally couldn't remember having such an experience, but after hearing Chu Chu Zikai mention it, I seem to have a little impression. I didn't join Snowflake Pier; I just did things with them. This should be considered cooperation."

"You made medicinal pills for them to sell for money?"

"Not only that, I also helped them refine magic treasures and weapons, and I also gave them quite a few ideas. I did quite a few things for them."

"Why did you do that?"

"For revenge."

"Revenge on whom?"

"I can't remember. I was injured once in Snowflake Pier. The injury was very heavy, and I lost a lot of memories."

Li Li Banfeng said again: "Then why did you leave Snowflake Pier later?"

"I didn't want to leave, but I was forcibly taken away. It was at that time that I was injured."

"Who took you away? He He Jiaqing?"

"It wasn't him. He didn't have that ability. But who it was, I can't remember either."

He didn't know if she really couldn't remember or was intentionally hiding it.

Li Li Banfeng didn't ask any more questions, placed the photos and account book in the Ninth Room, looked around, and said: "Friends living in the Ninth Room, are you willing to do me a favor?"

A woman's voice reached his ears: "Young Master, is this Lavsha language?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "Yes."

The woman said softly: "The text in the photos records an ancient spell. Beside the spell, there is an attached process of calculation and deduction."

Li Li Banfeng was very surprised: "Using mathematics to deduce a spell?"

"Yes. Little Slave looked at it and also felt it was novel." This woman's voice was very ethereal, her breath was weak, and it was uncertain. If one didn't listen carefully, it was very difficult to distinguish what she said.

Li Li Banfeng asked again: "What is the result of the deduction?"

"Little Slave doesn't know this. Little Slave can only translate these texts for Young Master."

After a short while, the translation came out, written on a piece of white paper.

Li Li Banfeng picked up the white paper and took a look. There were a few lines of text written on it.

"Don't know the cruelty in the war, don't know the blood and tears between life and death, we were strangers meeting by chance, don't talk about deep feelings, it's just an unreal dream."

Li Li Banfeng read it several times and asked: "This is the translation? Foreign language, can it translate into such a translation?"

The woman replied: "Translation emphasizes faithfulness, expressiveness, and elegance. Being elegant makes it more artistic."

"But this doesn't look like a spell either."

"This is a spell, a Westerner's spell. Sometimes it really sounds like poetry when read. If you don't believe Little Slave,

you might as well show this spell to the lady at home. She is knowledgeable and should be able to distinguish the authenticity of the spell."

Li Li Banfeng read it several more times and indeed discovered that there was a deeper meaning in this text.

What kind of result would this spell deduce? Would it create a formation? Or would it trigger some kind of spell technique? The specific situation still had to be left to the lady to judge.

Holding the translation, he returned to the main room. Li Li Banfeng was just about to give it to the Record Player when he saw a newspaper fall to the ground from the shelf.

Why did the newspaper fall?

Li Li Banfeng looked up and saw that it was the Judge's Pen that kicked the newspaper down. This newspaper was originally his blanket.

"Give it to me." The Judge's Pen inserted the translation, put it on the candle flame, and burned it directly into ashes.

Li Li Banfeng was startled: "Why did you burn it?"

The Judge's Pen returned four words: "Bullshit!" ===== CHAPTER 555 =====

The Judge's Brush replied with four characters: "Bullshit!"