Chapter 412

Metropolitan, in the top presidential suite of the foggs hotel.

Orange lights to decorate the luxurious room wrapped in a layer of hazy color, light and shadow floating, a shadow from the second floor down.

As the footsteps drew closer and closer, sivorn became nervous, clutching the skirt with both hands, uneasy and curious.

Luke Shaw!

I made a phone call at noon and asked myself to meet here. Do you have any idea? If so, what should we do?

I'd have called Linda along if I knew.

Pop!

An old parchment book fell on the table. Luke in his bathrobe rubbed his eyebrows, and his tired eyes flashed across the tyrannical red awn from time to time.

"the McDougall family is rich in witches, and you must be one of them."

Sivorn nodded, looking cautiously at each other.

"This parchment book should be what cronet is looking for. You are proficient in magic. Open it and see if there is something hidden in it."

Sivorn was stunned,

"are you sure?"

"It's up to you to judge for yourself."

Sivorn is silent and carefully picks up the ancient book. She has been in metropolis for so long to find the ancient book and break cronet's curse. Unexpectedly, the ancient book has been in Linda's boyfriend's hands.

If we had known earlier, the people would not have died.

Think of yesterday's various, tears left uncontrollably.

The McDougall family, which has been handed down for thousands of years, is gone and there is only one person left. How can she explain to her father who died early.

"You'd better hurry up!"

The hoarse voice pulled her back to reality, looked up, and a pair of wild animal like eyes came into view, as if to swallow her whole person,

"you Are you all right? "

Luke looked at his watch. "Ten minutes to go."

Sivorn no longer spoke. He opened the ancient books and read them quickly. The more he looked, the more frightened he felt. There were many forbidden magic in the books, such as the sacrificial array of Lucifer, the Lord of hell, the undead magic of communicating with the God of death, the method of making top-level corpse puppets, and the soul searching Magic - thirteen apostles, etc.

No wonder crone let himself look for ancient books, this level of magic even the devil is hard to refuse.

"Mr. Xiao, I suggest you destroy it."

Oh!

Luke browed slightly. "Why?"

"Do you know what's written in it?"

Luke took a drink from his glass,

"some of the demons summon the magic array, some of the soul magic, the rest is not clear, it's another kind of text."

Sivorn was surprised and couldn't help saying, "do you know magic language, too?"

"Miss McGregor, it's a waste of time for me to come to the book."

Luke sat up straight and asked word by word, "Thirteen apostles, have you ever heard of it?"

Sivorn nodded slightly,

"when I was young, my father mentioned to me that the thirteen apostles are the ultimate magic of the soul system. They use unimaginable means to divide the soul into thirteen parts. Each part is an independent personality consciousness body. The main body and the divided soul share information. After the death of the main body, they can resurrect with the help of the divided body. That is to say, using this kind of magic is equivalent to thirteen more But... " After a pause, he continued,

"the thirteen apostles have very high requirements for the soul. Even the demons in hell can only practice one or two parts, which is very difficult to practice, and this kind of magic has very strong side effects."

Luke paused for a moment and asked as if nothing had happened,

"what are the side effects?"

"The second is the negative emotion. Splitting the soul is actually the process of death. Every time it splits up, the sense of fatigue will increase. In addition, it will also lead to tyranny, cruelty, killing and madness..."

Then he stopped, his eyes wide open, staring at Luke.

Tired, tyrannical and cruel, isn't it Luke Shaw who has practiced thirteen apostles? It's impossible, my father said. It's impossible for human beings to cultivate this kind of magic.

Ignoring the shock in her eyes, Luke continued,

"how to eliminate the side effects?"

"I don't know, and no one knows, that magic is impossible for human beings to practice."

While speaking, I looked at each other quietly. I had many questions in my heart, and I finally put up with them.

After a moment of silence, Luke took out a bank card and put it on the table,

"this is the consulting fee. You can go now."

Sivorn nodded obediently, turned back to the door,

"negative emotions should not be excessive accumulation, it's better to find a way to vent."

Luke raised his hand, and when she left, he called Dior,

"let them up!"

Out of the room, sivorn was still thinking about what had happened.

At this time, the elevator door opened, out of two young beautiful, enchanting beauty, one of them is a little familiar, seems to be the No. 2 woman in a movie.Sivorn didn't care much at first. When he pressed the elevator, he suddenly woke up. There was only one room on this floor, the presidential suite where Luke was.

……

In the dimly lit bedroom, three bodies rolled on the bed, panting with pain one after another, until the red sun rose again.

At noon the next day, the pale Girls left the room. When one of them went out, his feet softened. Instead of someone nearby, she was likely to have a dog nibbling at the mud.

They looked at each other, but did not speak.

Last night's experience, no one wants to mention, do not want to know each other's name.

Hidden rules are the norm in Hollywood. At the moment when he decided to go to the United States for development, vino green was psychologically prepared, but he didn't expect that the founders of Tesla and showme were actually implementing hidden rules.

Luke Shaw!

A 19-year-old billionaire with unlimited possibilities.

When he saw that the person to be "served" was him, there was still a flash of fantasy in vino's heart. Unfortunately, this fantasy was soon disillusioned. The other party was like a wild beast, again and again, without any pity. If there was not a substitute beside him, he would probably die there.

After entering the elevator, vino habitually arranges her make-up on the wall. The girl next to her bows her head and says nothing until she gets to the first floor,

"are you also in debt?"

Vino doesn't want to talk. If she can, she even wants her partner to forget her face. As a third tier Hollywood star, she doesn't want last night's experience to be a stumbling block on her way forward.

They left Fox Hotel and went to the underground parking lot nearby. Dior waited there, took out two envelopes and handed them to them respectively,

"I don't need to say more about the rules. Anyone who divulges half a word will be responsible for the consequences."

Vino opened the envelope and saw what was inside. There was a glimmer of joy in his eyes. Then he snorted and strode away like a proud swan.

In contrast, the girl looked much quieter, checking the IOU in the envelope one by one, and after confirming that it was correct, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

With these things, we can finally get rid of those people and continue our sports career.