"Such killing intent is like changing a person. This is really surprising to Ji Xia..."
The all-pervasive murderous intent came crashing, and Nan Bowan seemed to see an incomparable black giant roaring in front of him. He tightly held the golden brush and stared at the Axin in front of him.
The momentum that the other party exudes, even he, the chief butler of the gods and ghosts in the black market who has seen countless winds and waves, also feels the danger that threatens his life.
Ashin's murderous aura was like howling raging waves, his hair and clothing dancing frantically, as if the killing demon descended from the sky, and even his voice became heavy and extremely threatening: "Crazy and crazy! You are actually...using people to make files?!"
Using people to make archives, this is the true face of the Shengui Black Market Archives.
When Nam Bowan opened the door of the historical archives, Ashin perceives the so-called archive storage system behind the door.
All of Ashin’s previous questions have also been answered: why the archives consume a lot of food and medicine, why the archives are infected with the virus and die, and why the content of the staff’s conversation is so weird...
In the deep darkness, tens of thousands of faint blue crystal containers were erected on the spot, filled with some kind of viscous unknown **.
And in those crystal containers, floating naked, were men, women, and children from different races!
The pipes and pointed objects engraved with the engraving of the magical curse were inserted on their heads, like a vivid sculpture, quietly displayed in this mysterious and deep place, emitting a gloomy light.
If it weren't for some people who blinked occasionally, or twitched their muscles because they didn't exercise for a long time, Ashin would never have noticed that the human bodies displayed here are actually alive!
In many laboratories, there will be rows of shelves filled with formalin specimens. Although the situation here is similar, it is filled with people, and they are living people!
This makes Ashin unacceptable anyway!
(God and ghost black market...It breaks through the moral bottom line of the entire supernatural world!!!)
Ashin's skin was red and shiny, like a piece of iron just taken out of a furnace, and the loud screams roared in his head, trying to destroy this inhuman black market of gods and ghosts.
"Young man, if you release such a strong murderous intent, it will destroy the performance of file storage!" Nan Bowan stared at Asin with a big stare, "If you damage the precious historical archives, the black market will definitely find you Mei If the Dic family is claiming a claim, I advise you not to be impulsive!" He said the second half of the sentence very heavily.
"Look for the Medici family...make a claim..."
Ashin's murderous aura suddenly seemed to be poured cold water. He understood Nan Bowan's overtones. If he made a fierce move here, the consequences would be very serious.
It's really hard to live, this is the most profound sentence that Ashin flashed through his mind at that moment. For Xinyi and Bingshou, for the safety of Evelyn and everyone, no matter how angry and suffering he is now, he must endure and suppress it!
But Ashin's voice still trembled with anger: "You...There are many ways to store files, why must you be so frantic!?"
Nan Bowan saw that Ashin’s rationality finally prevailed, and he took back the golden brush and was relieved in his heart. Although Ashin’s current ability is not his opponent, if the power of thunder is full of fragility. The place where the human body erupts, I don't know how serious information loss it will cause, so he is the one who least wants a conflict.
"Please allow me to explain." The chief steward of the ghost black market said to Ashin: "Although there are many media for storing files, the amount of information collected by the ghost black market for tens of thousands of years will take up no matter which medium is used. The space is bigger than that of the ghost black market. The brain is different!" He tapped a nearby container lightly, and the dwarf inside moved gently as if being stimulated in his sleep.
A Xin raised his eyebrows: "Brain?!"
Nan Bowan nodded and said: "Yes, the brain! An ordinary human brain can store the amount of information equivalent to a library of ten thousand books! Washing everything in the brain into no memory and The blank body of emotion, and then use the technique to import the information that needs to be recorded."
Like a conductor of a symphony, he waved his arms with pride and joy: "This not only increases the storage capacity and efficiency, but also greatly saves the space required by the archives. More importantly, the stored information is easy to retrieve. A huge database and maintenance system need to be established like electronic data. How wonderful!"
Asin gritted his teeth, his chest almost exploded: "Even if there are unexplainable benefits, but the brain... how can human lives be used for this kind of thing?! Can you really sleep well at night? These people... so many. How are people framed by you?!"
Nam Bowan shook his head, took off his glasses and wiped it off and said, "Young people like to speculate. All the archivists here were caught here because they owed huge debts in the gambling shop, and sold themselves here before they died. , So as to leave a legacy to the family; or people who have experienced a miserable life and have no nostalgia for the world. None of them was framed in!"
"Huh!" Axin said coldly with an angry face, "No matter how good the reason is explained, the essence of evil ways can't be changed!"
Nan Bowan smiled faintly: "The blood is just as sharp as you when I was young..." He lowered his head, stroking the unicorn on his official uniform and said lonely: "But he smashed his head to bloodshed... "
Ashin has long been curious about Nam Bowan wearing the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty, because the official patterns of the Ming Dynasty are clearly graded. If the embroidery pattern on the official uniform is a unicorn, it means that the person wearing this official uniform Is the royal princess's husband!
That is to say: If Nan Bowan didn't dress randomly according to his preferences, then he was probably the son-in-law of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty!
Why did the consort of the Ming Dynasty of China become the loyal butler of the gods and ghosts in the black market? There must be some extraordinary story in it
"You are so happy and angry, and your mind-cultivation skills are still too immature! Don't forget why you have to follow down here." Nan Bowan pointed to the endless container that stretched into the darkness, and suddenly shouted loudly. Drink: "Where are the files related to the armor of the gods?!"
Ashin was shocked nonchalantly: "What are you doing so loud suddenly?!"
Nan Bo laughed without saying a word, and at this moment, a somewhat hoarse voice came from the darkness in the distance: "The files related to the armor of the gods, the first level secret of Tian Zihao is here..."
If you are surprised that you can feed a person, then Ashin would have broken his belly a long time ago when he was in the black market of ghosts and ghosts!
It turns out that these "files" can actually answer people like this to extract information automatically.
Faced with the vastness of information storage, you only need to shout to accurately locate it, and it is really easier and more magical than database retrieval!
"Tsk!" Nan Bowan showed a somewhat unwilling expression, forgetting Asin and murmured: "The name of the sky is still a first-class secret. If it were not for the life of the master, it would have made a lot of money! Alas! Let's come down, lucky young man!"
Ashin Yu was still unwilling to speak more, and followed Nan Bowan in a huff, thinking with some luck: (Tian Zihao is a first-class secret, it seems that the information on the armor of the gods is not trivial. And he is also a big housekeeper. Nan Bowan, all of them said what they could have made a lot of money... The price that needs to be paid normally must be the number of people who can scare to death. Ha... Thank you for that smelly old man!)
Nan Bowan deliberately tested Ashin, and gradually sprinted like a wind toward the target file. Ashin has a brave and relentless nature, desperately chasing the opponent behind. In a short while, the two people came to the file container that stored the information of the armor of the gods.
It was an obese young man with a strange hairpin, soaked in that kind of sex all the year round, making the skin appear ghostly pale. Judging from the style of his large waistcoat and coarse cloth pants, this is a Chinese.
The file opened his small eyes and looked at Ashin and Nam Bowan from the inside of the container with no expression: "Please show me your proof of transaction."
Nan Bowan showed off the token on his waist, and at the same time he took out a diamond account book that was constantly refreshing information: "Below is the forty-second chief steward of the ghost black market——Bald Pen Nan Bowan! You have the authority to inquire the rank of Tianzi Any files of !"
Although Ashin was still full of anger, he couldn't help but laugh at Nan Bowan's solemn expression of "tobenumberone".
Nam Bowan looked a little embarrassed, and his hoarse voice became sharp: "This, this is the rule of the archives since ancient times, and the management has the right to free access to archives, but You have to report your own nickname and full name." He said in a very angry and low voice: "It's all to blame for the big black wolf who walked alone in the wild for thinking of such a bad nickname in front of the Lord!"
Although Ashin didn't hear Nan Bowan's lowly self-talk, he could sense Nan Bowan's lip shape, so he laughed out loudly: "Haha! So your nickname came from Ba Ye Ji Xing? Nice work! Hahahaha..."
Nam Bowan wiped the awkward sweat on his forehead: "Please don't make up for it!"
After getting the identity certificate of Nam Bowan, "File" said in a pale voice: "Identity confirmation, file extraction, please wait..." He closed his eyes, and the eyeballs under his eyelids looked like bumps. Crazy trembling in the eyes like marbles.
Ashin's breathing was a little messy, he clenched his fists and waited anxiously: (I will know everything about the armor of God immediately!)
But the file in the container suddenly opened his cold eyes, and shouted in a harsh voice full of rejection: "Tianzi is a first-class secret, the armor of the gods, the power to subvert the spiritual world! File level error! File level error! Big! Butler level, this confidential file cannot be extracted normally!" (End of this chapter)