Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 480 The New Era of Gold Rush, A Precious Light Attracts a Black Serpent

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Suddenly, a person appeared in the living room on the first floor, causing a slight ripple in the air and stirring up a little dust.

When Chu Tianshu returned home, he couldn't help but stretch and look back; it was already night outside.

He walked to the table, opened the drawer, plugged in his phone charger, and checked the current date and time.

This time when I came back, only two and a half days had passed in my hometown.

It is evident that during this period, the time flow rate between my hometown and the Tang Dynasty world was more than 1 to 50.

It's really strange. What could have caused the time flow rate to change from one to two to such a large difference?

Chu Tianshu untied the three-seven (a type of traditional Chinese medicine) and placed it on the table. He casually waved his left hand, pointing his index finger upwards.

A surge of vital energy formed a vortex, drawing in the air throughout the house and creating streams of airflow.

All the dust was gathered together, forming a funnel-shaped whirlwind above his index finger.

A moment later, the dust condensed into a small ball, which he threw into the trash can.

"Completely brand new!"

Chu Tianshu clapped his hands, took a can of rice wine from the refrigerator in the corner, and sat down on the sofa.

I was drinking rice wine while scrolling through my phone.

This time, the time spent back home was relatively short, and there were no new phone calls or messages on my phone.

As for the news on the spiritual practice website, the biggest hot topic at present is still the Golden Triangle market.

Although the powerful Ghost Mother Clan members and the human scourges who caused trouble over there were thoroughly ravaged, according to the exploration and deductions of professionals...

After the Ghost Mother Clan's machinations, the barrier between the two realms in that area became prone to fluctuations.

Even without the help of a real-world altar, weaker evil spirits, monsters, and plants will frequently wander into reality by mistake.

Therefore, there are still many warlocks who linger there, unwilling to leave.

Rumors are circulating back home that the area is being touted as a new goldmine for the modern world.

However, some people believe that the Americas, across the ocean, are the real goldmine.

There are many isolated small towns in the wilderness, and countless people are courting death there.

Victor's auditing agency is swamped with problems, putting out fires everywhere, but it's still not doing much good. Even the military has been mobilized multiple times.

If you're bold enough, going to America to practice magic is definitely a good choice.

A post that provides the most detailed account of current paranormal cases in the Americas was immediately met with harsh criticism.

[We were just criticizing that small town for being reckless, but our own sorcerers don't have much experience in close combat. Wouldn't it be suicidal for them to recklessly go to a place like that?]

Chu Tianshu thought this person had a rather conservative view, but after turning the page, he found that in the second half, he was directly giving everyone advice.

[First, go to places like Peru, Ecuador, and Colombia to test your skills. The severity of cases there is currently lower, and it's easier to get involved with official agencies and create a false identity.]

With this fake identity, it becomes easier to acquire weapons and helpers, and then directly find jobs on websites through them.

Avoid remote towns that are actually tourist attractions; those places are extremely prone to serious trouble! Be extremely cautious! They can rip you off and kill you!
If you go to the city, you can find those gangs that do shady business to take jobs. Using a pseudonym will naturally give you some intimidation, and it will be easier to get things done with those gangs.

Next, you can choose your own path. You can continue to connect with gangs and become a common advisor, or you can sell out a gang and switch to a detective route to hunt in the wild.

You know what, the detective circle over there nowadays everyone has some kind of special skill.

If you happen to find something truly exceptional and offend all the locals, that's easy too. You can simply drop your disguise on the spot, pack up your treasure, head out to sea, and sneak back home to hide!

The man's initial explanation was rather rough, but after people started talking to him, he became increasingly detailed.

Many of the examples given seem like true stories no matter how you look at them.

Chu Tianshu's expression was somewhat subtle.

Has this guy already done it once himself?

Chu Tianshu had personally witnessed how a small Golden Triangle could become a "gathering of heroes" after being targeted by sorcerers from various countries.

Judging from the description of this post, the total number of warlocks heading to the Americas is probably far greater than that of the Golden Triangle.

However, the vastness of the Americas and the numerous countries involved have temporarily mitigated the impact of the influx of sorcerers.

"It looks lively over there."

Chu Tianshu searched to see if anyone had uploaded any short videos of the fight over there.

Surprisingly, there were actually a few, and they must have used the most advanced equipment to be able to capture such clear fighting scenes.

Although the first half of the video only shows the photographer's perspective, the second half shows them driving to their destination.

I saw a severed finger lying in the room across the street, a substitute for the victim, and traces of someone hastily jumping out of the window to escape.

The photographer described in great detail the altar in the opposite room, as well as the colorful paintings on the walls and floor, each with its own origin and story. As he spoke, his assistant had already scraped all those items up and sorted them into categories.

It contained many witchcraft practices from the Americas, as well as the distortions and modifications made to these witchcraft traditions after they were seized by the Ansar people, which was something Chu Tianshu had never heard of before.

Although he had watched several interesting videos, Chu Tianshu had no intention of going there to visit them in person.

Victor, that guy, is so idle that he can meddle in things in the Golden Triangle.

It is clear that his auditing bureau is only seemingly very busy, and it is not yet in such a hurry that it is necessary to form a united front of humanity.

Then let them handle their own affairs.

After scrolling through the news, Chu Tianshu put down his phone, closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, holding a bottle of rice wine in his left hand and a notebook in his right, which he spread out on his lap.

He used only his right index finger to touch the paper, and emerald green ripples surged slightly.

Soon, some black, charred characters appeared on the paper.

The handwriting was very clear and the ink penetrated the paper, but it did not burn through the paper.

The secrets of controlling force are applied to internal strength, specifically targeting the physical properties of paper, leaving marks with meticulous precision.

In just a few seconds, a single page is filled with the secret manual, and you can turn to the next page.

I remember the trouble of having to memorize the secret manuals when I came back in the past.

With his eyes closed, Chu Tianshu felt increasingly happy, slowly sipping his rice wine.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the ripples at his fingertips disappeared, and he slightly raised his gaze to look at the second floor.

Second floor, outside the bedroom window.

Four points of light, like red beans, flickered and rose, approaching the windowpane.

It turned out to be two snake heads, with red eyes.

Although the snake had two heads, it had only one body, about three feet long, clinging to the windowsill with black, glistening scales and a slender form.

The snake on the left flicked its tongue and made a whispering sound.

"It was this house. When my soul wandered in the night, it was in this house that I saw that treasure."

"But the treasure's radiance obscured its original form. As a soul, I couldn't fully appreciate it; I had to use my physical body to see it in the finest detail."

"Hurry up and get on my side, let's use earth magic to get in."

The snake head on the left seemed rather anxious in its speech.

The snake's head on the right, however, reluctantly extended its tender red tongue and licked its eye.

"This kind of place is called the countryside by humans. Look at such a small house, what kind of treasure could it possibly have?"

"Besides, this kind of cheap glass can be easily smashed through..."

The snakehead on the left cried out, "No! We're here to admire the treasures, how can we do something as despicable as robbery?"

The snake's right head, helpless, slightly closed its eyes.

In the next instant, the figure of the two-headed snake seemed to seep through the glass as if passing through ripples in water.

The glass was completely undamaged.

A two-headed snake slithered down from the windowsill.

The snake's head on the right was raised high, while the snake's head on the left was excited, stretching its neck and lunging forward, swaying its body.

In a short while, they arrived in the living room on the second floor and looked at the wall.

A crescent-shaped knife hangs on the wall.

The snake head on the right glanced at it and said disdainfully, "That's all the treasure it has."

"Look closely, see how beautiful this knife is."

The snake's head on the left is already intoxicated.

The Demonic Cult's treasured sword, at first glance, resembles a clear blue moon, but upon closer inspection, the blade's patterns resemble a sky full of demons and the celestial maiden Miaoxiang.

Whether from the perspective of weaponry or from the perspective of illustration.

In terms of beauty alone, Chu Tianshu had traveled through many worlds and had never seen a weapon more beautiful than this knife.

Although he took a lot of the vital energy from the knife to feed Sanqi, he couldn't bear to destroy it, so he left some of it to preserve its shape, so that it remained smooth and rust-free.

"Ah!"

Chu Tianshu downstairs whispered.

"Not bad, she has some taste."

(End of this chapter)