"So, after thinking about it for so long, you still couldn't remember how the star orbit ritual that summoned creatures in the astral world was studied?" Wu Mingkong couldn't help asking.

"I'll say it again. I haven't developed this kind of star orbit ritual at all. I don't even know how to develop this thing where the star world is." The head of the General Office was a little helpless. Wu Mingkong asked many times these days.

Wu Mingkong didn't believe it at all: "Are you fooling me? No, you have to show me your memory, otherwise I don't believe it."

The head of the headquarters thinks that Wu Mingkong is really crazy. If you don’t believe it, nothing to do with me. Why do you have to show your memory?

If it hadn't been impossible to defeat Wu Mingkong, the head of the General Office would have beaten Wu Mingkong to death long ago, and Wu Mingkong would have been talking in front of him.

"I'm so stingy." Wu Mingkong couldn't help but mutter when he saw that the head of the headquarters did not respond.

"There are a few good psychologists who are here to contain them. They are very experienced in reason, otherwise they will come and sort it out for you?"

Wu Mingkong is a black line in this regard. To be honest, just by the words of the head of the General Office, if he hadn't been able to kill him, Wu Mingkong ordered his ashes to be raised, would he have a problem with his proud mental state?

He summoned the mantis from the astral realm with the star orbit ritual, but he didn't take away his rationality. How could he have mental problems? This shows that his rationality is very firm.

Moreover, he had read so many unspeakable cases before, but he was fine, which was enough to prove his mental state.

"It's better to save money. You have so many unintelligent investigators in your shelter, so don't waste it on me." How could Wu Mingkong let the other party look at it? Doesn't it mean that he is really mentally ill?

The head of the General Office expressed his regret that if Wu Mingkong did not refuse, he would definitely give him a diagnosis of intermittent rational dissipation syndrome. Otherwise, how could it be basically normal and occasionally he would be distracted?

Not only did the Chief of the General Office express his regret, but Wu Mingkong also expressed his regret. It was not a big deal to let him see the memory, but at worst he could skip privacy. He was not the kind of person who would extract the appearance of the other party's naughty child when he was a child and make a video of the Chief of the General Office's childhood memories and sent it to all the investigators of the Chief of the General Office. He would never do such an immoral and damaging the Chief of the General Office's reputation.

"Are you sure you don't show me the memory? Maybe I can see why you forgot the star-orbit ritual of summoning astral creatures." Wu Mingkong asked again very kindly.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Simon brought me a message, you must be interested." The head of the chief of the headquarters said as if he was changing the topic.

Since the other party changed the topic, Wu Mingkong was embarrassed to continue asking questions. The main reason was that the other party felt that he was interested, which must be a very interesting thing.

"Tell me, let's see." Wu Mingkong said indifferently, but his mind was constantly analyzing the star-track ritual.

"The little brother you brought was attacked by the fishman profession in the offshore, but it was safe. Although the fishman profession in the offshore had mutated and had a superb physical fitness comparable to that of the third-level, he was still killed by your little brother. Unfortunately, your little brother's profession is incomplete and only at first level, otherwise I wouldn't help but recruit him into the shelter." The head of the chief of the headquarters summarized it briefly and clearly.

Oh, the former mascot picked up by Wu Mingkong, now the broom star. Wu Mingkong has been analyzing the star orbit ritual and exchanging experiences with the head of the headquarters recently. He occasionally complained that his life was too comfortable and he forgot about this guy.

Unexpectedly, after a while, news of this guy being killed by two levels above the two levels has been heard. As for why he was attacked by a fishman pro from the sea, Wu Mingkong didn't know that he was not an all-round boss.

"Since that's the case, you are also the founder of the Star Track Ritual, so why don't you help you complete your career?" Wu Mingkong ignored Ron's words from the head of the headquarters, and instead focused on it.

"I have no choice. This profession is probably just a semi-finished product developed by someone. I can't complete it without any verification." The head of the headquarters smiled and refused directly.

He didn't have this time. He is now studying the experimental data of the innate true body sent to him by Wu Mingkong, trying little by little to converge the distortions on his body.

Although the results are very little at present, at least the results are much better than his own brainless research. It is a qualitative breakthrough for him, and it has opened a gap for him. As long as the gap is expanded, he will have abundant harvests.

Wu Mingkong did not unexpectedly refuse from the head of the General Office. He found that the distorted head of the General Office in front of him had some contradictions, but he could not find the contradiction for a while.

What surprised Wu Mingkong even more was Ron. This guy seemed to have the protagonist's fate, but unfortunately there was no luck in this world, otherwise he would definitely see it and didn't know if he could keep it.

However, Ron now has the value of Ling Wu Mingkong's investment.

He found that since his world-control magic power was completed, there was basically no luck in the dungeon, and all of them were avoided. The world's will could still be encountered, but there were even fewer ones. Instead, all kinds of indescribable ghosts made him helpless.

"Okay, if you ask someone to send this thing to Ron, just treat it as my reward for him." Wu Mingkong said, taking out a ring from his arms. This thing is commonly known as the ring, also known as the storage ring, and it is still alive.

"No problem." The head of the headquarters said meaningfully. He naturally realized that storage is not rare, but if it is alive, it would be interesting.

This must not be alive. This thing is Wu Mingkong's incarnation. It can not only store things, but also serve as a surveillance. In an emergency, it can also be used as a portable old man and a gold finger plug-in.

If you send the ring away, you will be in Ron's hands in about two or three days. Ron will probably be able to recover from the injury in these two or three days, just in time.

"By the way, I used the latest discovery of the Star Orbit Ceremony to exchange for you to let me see the No. 1 confinement, how about it?" Wu Mingkong said suddenly.

"Can you have a deeper study of star orbit rituals?" It was obvious that the head of the General Office refused.

"That's a pity." Wu Mingkong did not force it.

Wu Mingkong discovered that the essence of the star-orbit ritual is not to cast spells with reason as energy, but to offer sacrifices, and the sacrifice is reason.
Chapter completed!