Liang nodded.
Beichuan Si was about to ask something else when a crisp sound came from the blood-soaked briefcase, as if something had unlocked.
That book—
Beichuan Si took out the strange-material book from his chest and flipped directly to the second iron plate.
He glanced over it.
This page depicted an image.
A twisted goat's head, emanating a bloody glow, the inverted pentagram spewed out surging crimson blood water.
Sacred Heart Women's College was completely submerged, with only a giant ship sailing in this blood water, and Shan Yuanmu Yuzi stood at the bow.
The great ship plowed through the waves, heading towards the inverted pentagram.
"This little girl really does have quite an imagination," Beichuan Si commented as he put the book back into the briefcase and shook his head.
