"Welcome to my new book launch conference, I am the author of "The Lost Satan Hunter" and Herell Carter."

At the press conference, there was a pipe organ, and the towering copper tube looked like a demon's horn.

The lights in front of the organ are dim, and under the only spotlight, a middle-aged man with orange hair stands.

The organ is played, and a strange musical style surrounds the surroundings, like a demon tune. In this special hall, the organ music has a 3-second reverberation, which makes it impossible to feel shocked.

The person who played the piano was a boy under twenty years old, with a straight body. After playing the piano, he sat there consciously without moving.

The music of Carter's appearance disappeared. Until now, no one in the audience could see Carter's facial features clearly. It seemed that the light on his head was too annoying.

"Shh-I took my kids to the art exhibition. You dragged me to the third floor to let me see this? This is not a fairy tale at all!"

Off the stage, a father with a child booed.

Around them, several other parents were also impatient.

Carter glanced at them and suddenly laughed: "Are you churchmen?"

"So what, what does it have to do with you?"

"The Lord can sacrifice his life for the majority of people, can you do it?"

For some inexplicable question, the parent turned around and left with his child.

"Oh, now, I've never seen such a weird fairy tale conference."

After the first parent left, five or six people followed him.

Just as they walked out of the back door, their figures appeared at the front door.

Huh?!

The first parent was shocked when he appeared from the front door.

What's going on?

Didn’t I go out through the back door just now, why did it appear from here?

The other parents who left also appeared behind him at the same time. The few looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

On the stage, Carter ignored these parents and said to others: "Once upon a time, Satan raged on earth. The terrible thing about it is... anyone can become it. As long as you abandon moral constraints, Satan will give you strength. Rather than giving these strengths by Satan, it is better to give it yourself."

Off the audience, the restlessness just now was calmed by Carter's words.

Carter was very eloquent and attracted everyone's attention at once.

"So Mr. Carter, is that your main inspiration when you create?"

A reporter asked.

"No, no, no, I was an unsuccessful fairy tale author before. Because I always create from the perspective of my children, but as long as those works are not accepted by adults, the children will not have the chance to see them. I like Satan, hell, evil, everything is not beautiful, because only winning evil can only make up the good. These concepts are too profound for children. If they push such a door for them all at once, their parents will not be very happy. Aren't they?"

The reporter thought, and Carter seemed to answer his question, but he seemed to have no answer.

Another editor of the publisher asked: "So, Mr. Carter, how is your work different this time from before?"

A staff member handed the editor a glass of wine and a cigar. Obviously, the question was asked to zero, and the editor was flattered and declined.

"I won't write fairy tales this time because I can't write it well at all."

Carter's words made everyone frown.

Then what are you doing in a press conference?

After a pause, Carter smiled: "Although I can't write fairy tales well, I can tell everyone what fairy tales are."

Afterwards, several staff members came with books.

There are about 200 people present, and there are less than 300 children, almost everyone has a collection of stories.

The books that you can read directly without plastic wrap are missing the ink fragrance and add a strange smell of fishy smell.

The taste is not earthy, with a little bloody energy, and it is more like distilled blood mud. In short, it is very special, but not pungent, and it does not taste good.

"Dad, there is an old man in this picture..."

On the title page, the adults are very focused. They see words, the children are illiterate, and they see pictures. Qin Kun looks at the title page. These symbols are scene texts shaped by causal silk, and they are not words at all, but a concrete image of cause and effect!

In that period of cause and effect, it is about an old man from the East who teaches a young man to write articles on the farm.

"Zuo...Master Zuo?"

Qin Kun was stunned, the picture was moving, just like the movie clip. The neighbor of Zuo Jin was about 70 years old, and he spoke with his spear and stick. He followed his words! Qin Kun was caught by the spear and stick. That thing hit his soul directly, which was extremely difficult to guard against. Carter on the table was not afraid of danger, and took this move, and continued to create.

In the eyes of insiders, such a thrilling battle was interesting in the eyes of outsiders. The old man thought of the young Carter as if he was so angry that he was not as strong as steel. Carter scratched his head, his face looked sad, and he was as depressed as if he was struggling by homework.

"Huh...how did this move?"

"Yes, it was clearly written just now, so why did it become a picture?"

"What technology is this? It's so magical..."

The title page is usually introduced by the author or written by someone. The book reviews can be read in such a disgraceful place, which has attracted everyone's interest.

This interest was not until someone turned to the first page that he discovered something incredible.

With a bang, all the chairs in the hall disappeared. Except for Qin Kun and Fan Hessing, all ordinary people sat on Lin.

The fallen people were in a fog, and then looked around and turned into a villa!

The villa has a manor, a church, and a library, which is ancient and elegant. Qin Kun heard a low voice beside him: "No, Xunshan Manor!"

The person who talked about it was Hezlitt, who came from the Xunshan Seminary! According to legend, Newton, Hugo, and Leonardo da Vinci all came from here, and they were a group of wise apostles.

But here once...it was called 'Satanism'!

When the Xunshan Secretariat was established, ignorant people could not accept advanced wisdom and turned them into a group of demons. It is conceivable how much grievances the earliest church members had suffered.

They are arrogant, cold, unkind, and unwilling to interact with the foolish people. The moment they are misunderstood, it has laid the foundation for the reason why the Xunshan Secret Practice will not enter the world.

"Dad, where is this?"

Everyone appeared in the manor, looking around, exquisitely carved marble, quaintly decorated corridor pavilions, beautiful gardens with strange fragrance, and the sound of bells in the distance ringed the quiet. No one expected that they, who were in the hall just now, had arrived at this place!

"Van Hessing, help! There are too many Xunshan mechanisms. Even if this is the Mirage Realm, they will die!"

Hazlitt hurriedly grabbed the child who was heading to the pavilion.

"Let go! Who are you? Let my child go!"

The child's parents glared at him, and the child cried and wanted to eat fruit on the stone table in the corridor. Hazlitt was calm and threw the book in his hand over.

Swish-

A steel thorn suddenly thrust out of the ground, and the book was suddenly stabbed into a honeycomb. The steel thorns drilled out from the ground and went straight to the pavilion cover. If someone had entered, they would have been thorny and bloody!

The child's parents were sweating coldly, and Hazlit let go of the child: "This is not what you should come here, be careful! Don't go around in a while!"

Steel shook back, Qin Kun shuddered, hugged Monotius next to him and whispered: "The mechanism in this place is... ruthless."

Monotios whispered: "Xunshan has hidden too many advanced wisdom, which cannot be defiled or stolen. This is still a garden, and the library is even more terrifying. Please be careful..."

Now they could see that no one knew what would happen if he was seriously injured here.

Qin Kun nodded and glanced at the side again.

"By the way, have you seen my friend?"

Monotios was stunned: "Friend? You came alone, where did you get your friends?"

Qin Kun was stunned, how could it be possible! When he was at the door, he, Hayquin, the baby mother, and Fayutan were all there!

"Mo, don't joke. When you parted at the door, you took a look at my friend intentionally or unintentionally."

Qin Kun said seriously.

Monotios thought for a while and replied, "At that time, I felt that there seemed to be something unclean around you, but I didn't see it. Isn't that your ghost mess?"

In front, Hazlitt was leading the team. It took a certain distance to walk out of the villa from the back garden. Qin Kun, who was at the end of the team, looked thoughtful.

Not only his three companions disappeared, but also the hosts of the "crazy corpse", "soul shepherd", and "textile" disappeared.

The "umbrella ghost" who claimed to be Mo Wuji was not there!

What is this situation? I and Mo Wuji are also from this world, why did he disappear and he is still there?

Qin Kun spread his palms and looked at his urn tattoo. This tattoo was snatched by him with star snatch.

Could it be that the reason why he did not disappear...is related to the identity of the Lord of the Ten Death Seals?
Chapter completed!