Li Zhiyuan opened the wordless book, on that page, the "evil book" was still a skeleton.
The young man gently caressed it with his finger.
The image began to change, it lifted its head, looking at the boy.
A skeletal face somehow managed to express a look of terror.
Oh, have you realized that the person flipping the book is different now?
Li Zhiyuan knew what it wanted. It wanted blood, essence blood, something that could be given to it. Then, using fresh blood, he could imprint this painting it resided in, imprint the second and third pages on this wordless book.
This way, wouldn't the efficiency of deduction immediately increase?
Worried about its betrayal? It had already been sealed into the wordless book. What more could it struggle to do?
There was that old woman living here. If something happened, just throw the book at her; she had the responsibility of the Dragon King's Court, she would definitely handle it.
