Chapter 5236 Book of Magic

The alley is now clean. Not to mention the corpses, there is not even a trace of blood smell left. Instead, the smell of street sewers floats with the evening breeze, adding a bit of life.

"This is not the Deathstroke Cat you know. It's a long story, but we are in a hurry now." The cat swung its tail, lay on Deathstroke's shoulder in a hand-holding posture, and urged the boy with glasses: "Your Where is this book? Get it quickly and use it. Open the door and send us to the Recording God Realm, meow."

Needless to say what book it was, the big boy knew that it would only be the one that could be mentioned by Sandman.

As one of Sandman's old acquaintances, Hunter didn't even need to ask why. He adjusted his round glasses:

"The book is under the bed in my bedroom. Come with me. It's not far."

As he said that, he led the way towards the street. There were not even any decent street lights on the street. In the dim environment, the footsteps of several people kept echoing, giving people a chilling feeling on the back.

As he walked on the road, his eyes would not be idle. The wizard carefully looked at the death knell as a cat climbing frame, and indeed discovered something extraordinary.

For example, when he was walking, Death kept holding his arm, as if he was very intimate, which was really scary.

If an ordinary person is touched by death, the result will be death directly, let alone looking at it now, it is death that relies on such a person.

This is too weird. I have only retired for half a year. What happened in the magic world in the past six months? It's too magical...

"You seem to be a little interested in me?" Su Ming smiled and handed the boy a cigarette, asking him to take a puff to dispel the cold air before dawn: "I come from the origin earth, and I am a person from a parallel world to you."

"So that's it, so you are a spell caster?" The boy nodded. He took the cigarette but did not light it.

Despite his young age, he is only 17 years old, but three of the four people who led him into the magic world are old smokers. Naturally, he knows how to do it, but maybe he is still a little worried.

It is right not to eat things given by strangers, and not to covet the cigarettes and alcohol given by strangers.

As for things like parallel worlds, it is not unusual for magicians, they have known about it for a long time.

Many things are secrets to ordinary people, but not to people who already hold secrets.

"I'm not a spell caster, but people on the road call me the Supreme Mage." Su Mingliang showed his fist as big as a casserole. It wasn't that big originally. He asked Strangler to help make it bigger: "I'm very good at energy attacks. , especially kinetic energy.”

"...You are so funny. The weather is nice today." The British boy was obviously unprepared for such a cold joke. He really shivered in the darkest hour before dawn.

But knowing this is enough for him. Regardless of whether the Supreme Mage is a spellcaster or not, Sandman and Death are with him now. He is obviously a great person. He just needs to get along well with him.

"Yes, the weather is good. The weather should be better tomorrow." Su Ming skillfully used British etiquette to chat, talking about the weather.

In this way, everyone was talking about useless topics and soon returned to Hunter's house.

His home is located behind an old factory. It may have been a place where employees' families lived. This dilapidated brick building must be a hundred years old, and the facade is so mottled that the original color of the bricks cannot be seen.

A very ordinary small second floor, plus a half-floor attic, and a basement, narrow and shabby. Weeds were growing between the bricks and tiles on the roof, but the chimney was still emitting thin white smoke.

But this was home for Hunter. He walked up the three stairs in front of the door, turned the door handle, walked into the first floor, and invited everyone in with a smile.

Carrying the cat and holding the woman in his arms, Deathstroke squeezed into the small entrance hall and looked at the environment in the room.

The first floor is a guest dining room and a kitchen. The total area is about fifteen square meters. The floor is covered with dirty carpets. It has not been washed for an unknown period of time. There is a strange smell in the room, which seems to be some kind of cheese. It's moldy, or it could be a sewage odor.

There was a sofa in the center of the living room, with a strong man sitting on it, facing a big-ass TV. It didn't matter what program was playing on it, because he fell asleep, leaning his head back and snoring loudly.

He looked very slovenly, as unkempt as a long-distance truck driver who had been on the road for a month. He was missing an arm, and the sleeve of his shriveled right arm was rolled up and stuffed under his armpit, which made him look a little pitiful.

The sound of opening the door and talking woke him up. The man opened his eyes and glanced at the door, then turned away numbly, picked up the remote control and casually adjusted the station to keep the light in the living room changing.

"Where have you been?"

"Go out for a walk, dad. These are my friends. I have something to say to them."

Patting the dewdrops on his shoulders, Hunter motioned with his eyes for everyone to go upstairs. His bedroom was on the second floor of the small building. This kind of simple tube house was like this. His father always slept on the sofa on the first floor.

The disabled man did not respond, as if he felt that by asking where his son had been in the middle of the night, he had fulfilled his father's duty.

But Hunter was used to this situation. After his mother died, his father became addicted to alcohol. He seemed to be numb to everything, and he always looked like he was half dead.

When I was at home, I would never speak more than five sentences to my father a day, because I could only communicate with him when he wanted to talk.

Most of the time, he seems to live only in the world of TV series and variety shows.

Su Ming didn't bother to take care of other people's housework. He carried the cat and went upstairs from the narrow wooden stairs. The strange creaking sound of the floor made him suspect that the second floor might collapse at any time.

But after sitting down on Hunter's bed, he felt quite safe. The wizard beside him lay on the ground and took out things from under the bed. He was so busy that he didn't even give everyone a glass of water.

First he took out some dirty clothes, and then some smelly socks. The environment was similar to Xiaochong's bedroom, but this guy was obviously more mature. There was no game console or computer in his bedroom, only some lace that he picked up from nowhere. Magazine.

Those magazines were turned with their edges turned up, which shows that they use them frequently. They are really young people...

After a long time and pulling out a pile of garbage from under the bed, he finally found the magic book. It was a book with a brown and black cover that looked like it was wrapped in soft bark. It was about the same size as a laptop.

But from a quantum perspective, this gray book is emitting strong energy fluctuations, just like the Saint Seiya in the cartoon igniting the small universe.

It really is a living thing with self-awareness.