Chapter 1940

"The portal of the abyss does belong to the abyss, but I need to pass through the portal and enter the real abyss, which is absolutely neutral among the four major positions, not the intersection of the deep space and the abyss." Lin Shan looked at the other party.

"Sir, you just need to go all the way down, there is no meaning of divination." The witch replied seriously.

"Just go all the way down? There is nothing to be taboo about?" Lin Shan asked.

"That's right." The witch nodded.

"Then how to get to the other side?" Lin Shan asked.

The witch raised her head slightly, and the strange runes on the mask flashed several times.

"Divination first, then pay, okay?" the witch asked.

"Please."

The witch stood there for a long time without moving. After a while, her body suddenly trembled.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes.

She shook her head slowly, "Sir, there is a layer of fog on you, I can't see through it, I'm sorry, I can't find the way forward for you."

"Fog..." Lin Shan said to himself.

"Thank you." Lin Shan got up and left the house of divination.

Until Lin Shan walked out of the fortune-telling house, she did not make any more sounds, but just bent down slightly and stretched her hands to her mouth.

A thick, black liquid gushed out of her mouth. The color of the blood was deep and strange. With a violent cough, the black blood continued to flow out, dripping on the ground, splashing a small sound.

The blood stagnated in the air for a moment, and seemed to be twisted and vibrated in the air, with a sticky luster, as if countless tiny insects or parasites were attached.

In each drop of black blood, there seemed to be tiny creatures wriggling, and unknown shapes of matter slowly swam in it, like some indescribable creatures, twisted into a ball in the blood with a rotten smell.

The moment the blood touched the ground, it actually made a chilling buzzing sound.

Those twisted things seemed to have their own consciousness, struggling in the black blood, crawling out desperately, breaking free from the shackles of the blood, but in the end they could only stagnate on the ground powerlessly and slowly dissolve.

The air was filled with a rotten smell, as if the whole space was infected by the stench of black blood.

The witch quickly stood up, sealed all the doors and windows, and set up a ritual barrier to prevent the smell from spreading.

After doing all this, she knelt weakly on the ground.

Her whole body was still shaking, as if she was afraid of something.

Lin Shan walked around the street for two hours.

He walked into many shops and looked around.

There were indeed many strange treasures.

But nothing could attract him.

Just when Lin Shan was about to leave this small safe zone.

His footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked back with a feeling.

The originally ordinary shop behind him had undergone strange changes.

The originally simple and plain wooden plaque had now become distorted.

The entire sign was shrouded in a layer of dark red light, as if it was eroded by some evil power.

The light flickered in the darkness, and the frequency of the flashing became faster and faster.

The words "Nine Buyers Club" gradually emerged, like the marks torn and bitten by claws and fangs of some evil creature.

Two demon horns were inlaid on both sides of the plaque, and a pair of red eyes stared out from the middle horn, staring straight at Lin Shan.

In Lin Shan's inner world, an object suddenly flew out from the garbage dump where waste materials were stored.

Lin Shan spread his hands.

A rusty fish hook the size of a fingernail appeared suspended in the palm of his hand.

Looking at this fish hook, long-lost memories suddenly surged like a tide.

This fish hook was taken from Lao Wang's collection when he helped Lao Wang identify things.

Another collection was a strange object - a harbinger of war, which was the green-line kite in the Qin Mansion ruins.

Although it was thought that this fish hook could not be simple at the beginning, the identification on the yellow paper was, [Damaged fish hook: damaged and worthless. ]

After that, Lin Shan almost never thought of this object.

Now it is being aroused by some kind of power.

Is it because of this ‘Buyers Club No. 9’? .

Lin Shan really couldn’t think of any connection between the fishhook and this shop.

Looking at the appearance of the shop, Lin Shan could roughly tell that it was a shop opened by a demon.

Demons represent absolute neutrality, and there is a high probability that there will be no danger.

With his current strength, he should not be afraid of danger.

Thinking of this, Lin Shan held the fishhook and walked towards the ‘Buyers Club No. 9’ behind him.

The red eyes turned as Lin Shan walked, revealing a deep sense of exploration.

Lin Shan stood in front of the store, looked up at the twisted sign, and finally reached out to push the door.

The door did not make a sound, and what came to his face was a faint smell of dust, but mixed with a subtle scent of ink.

The interior of the store is much wider than it looks from the outside, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is infinitely wide.

The dim candlelight was suspended in the air, and countless long wooden bookshelves were bent and intertwined, like a huge and ancient maze. Between each row of shelves, there were unfathomable shadows. Occasionally, some indescribable whispers came out of the darkness and quickly disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Lin Shan could sense that the time and space here did not belong to any established boundaries, and it was an existence beyond the main time and space.

The floor was paved with some unknown material, and it made a dull echo when stepped on, but it was not wood or stone bricks, but something that seemed to have been alive, and it still had an imperceptible pulse.

Looking along the counter, all kinds of strange exhibits are placed in transparent glass cabinets, each exuding a strong unknown atmosphere.

A still beating heart - placed in a transparent bottle, blood vessels growing like vines.

A silent screaming mirror - distorted faces appear on the mirror from time to time, mouths open, but no sound comes out.

A broken gear - the gear surface is engraved with dense runes, changing every second, as if constantly calculating some unsolvable answer.

A skinned human hand - spread on a black velvet pad, knuckles occasionally twitching, as if recalling the actions of the dead.

A floating eyeball - without any support, quietly floating on the counter, pupils moving with the outside world, observing every visitor.

In a dim corner, an old broken plaque is casually lying on the ground, covered with a layer of dust, and the handwriting on it can be vaguely recognized - "Secular Bookstore".

It looks like a piece of waste that has been discarded at will.

"Secular Bookstore..." Lin Shan murmured in a low voice. This name brought back his past memories.

At first, he was the acting owner of 'Secular Bookstore'.

I didn't expect to see this name here again.

The founder of Secular Bookstore in Gray Mist Universe - Su, disappeared after the last battle of Gray Mist. Could this be the store he opened?

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