The Strongest Curse Master: Start by refining the Seven Arrows Book

A moment later, Fang Che followed the Tier 3 professional to his residence.

This was located right on the path to and from the cave entrance. Anyone walking to the entrance could clearly see severely injured professionals being carried into the cave.

After leading Fang Che here, the Tier 3 professional explained:

“Brother Fang Che can freely cultivate by drawing upon the plane's energy. Cultivating here won't count towards the three months agreed upon between you and the Iron Hand Group.”

Fang Che nodded lightly and then asked, “Does the plane's will permit killing Tier 3 professionals from this plane?”

The Tier 3 professional worriedly advised, “However, it's very dangerous outside. It's best to stay here.”

Fang Che smiled and said, “Don't worry, I won't go out. I'm just curious about this place. Can you satisfy my curiosity?”

Seeing Fang Che's earnest expression, which didn't seem like a lie, the Tier 3 professional seriously replied:

“You can kill people here as you please, without any limit. Our mission here, besides occupying resources, is to kill enough professionals.”

Speaking of this, the Tier 3 professional sighed and said, “Three groups came in for this mission, but the number of people here is enough for five groups to complete the killing mission.

But the rulers of this plane are quite mad. After a major defeat, they chose to kill their entire families, and their subordinates chose to die with them.

With so many people choosing to die, it's difficult for us to complete the killing mission. The historian who appeared now is likely hired by other groups to prevent us from completing the killing mission.

This historian is too powerful. Not only does he prevent us from completing the killing mission, but even the task of occupying resources has been affected. Now we can only do our best to fight!”

The Tier 3 professional once again lamented the difficulty of the mission, once again expressing his stance to the plane's will.

Fang Che could only echo, “Just do your best!”

After that, the Tier 3 professional spoke again about the difficulty of the mission before finally taking his leave.

After seeing the Tier 3 professional off, Fang Che took out tools and set them up at the entrance, forming a barrier that allowed him to see outside but prevented others from seeing inside.

Afterward, Fang Che took out other tools and set them up in the cave to improve the cave's safety.

Having done these things, Fang Che placed the Myriad Souls Banner beside him and controlled the Witchcraft Doll to burrow into the ground and search for enemies.

Immediately afterward, Fang Che wrote a line on a piece of white paper: Deceased Thinker Historical Projection.

Then, Fang Che took out the Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead and, recalling the appearance of the deceased thinker in his mind, kowtowed with an uncertain feeling.

Previously, Fang Che had used the Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead to kill living people.

But historical figure projections were not within the category of living people.

Fang Che wanted to try whether the summoned historical figure could be killed.

As the kowtow ended, the words in the Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead transformed into long nails, piercing into the white paper.

Fang Che expectantly picked up the white paper and tore it to shreds.

Immediately afterward, the Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead condensed a wisp of energy belonging to the thinker!

This represented that the summoned thinker had been successfully eliminated!

Fang Che grinned, clearing most of the deceased energy from the Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead, waiting for the historian to summon the thinker again to attack him.

As the Soul Master's right-hand man, the thinker was protected by the plane's will and could not be harmed casually.

Now that the historian was summoning the historical projection of the thinker, Fang Che wanted to seize the opportunity to accumulate more of the thinker's energy.

…

At the moment when Fang Che eliminated the summoned thinker, the summoned thinker was leisurely walking on the road.

The summoned thinker was just like a normal person, with nothing strange to be seen.

After walking leisurely for a moment, the thinker's figure gradually became illusory until it completely disappeared, leaving no trace of aura, only a row of footprints on the ground proving the thinker's passage.

Just then, a man and a woman, two Tier 3 professionals, appeared from the shadows and quickly ran to the place where the thinker had disappeared, searching carefully.

After a moment, the female Tier 3 professional frowned and said, “We lost track of the target. How do we explain this?”

The male Tier 3 professional was silent for a moment before saying, “We previously condoned the thinker's attack to let the temporary son of the plane witness the power of the historian and the thinker.

Now that the thinker has disappeared, it proves that the historian and the thinker have powerful forces that we don't know about. As long as we report it, it will further prove our difficulty. Let's go back.”

The female Tier 3 professional nodded lightly and said, “Okay.”

…

In a certain underground space, the historian with an ordinary appearance was reading a biography, learning about the historical figure's information.

At the instant when the thinker was eliminated by Fang Che, the historian put down the book in his hand and glanced at the hourglass beside him, muttering to himself:

“This time the survival time is longer than the last time. It seems that the Iron Hand Group no longer has hope for the mission. Let's attack a few more times.”

Then, the historian flipped his palm and took out the book for summoning historical figures from his Niwan Palace.

With a casual flip, the historian turned to a blank page.

The historian frowned, turned to the next few pages, and after carefully checking them, said in confusion:

“Strange, why did the thinker's information disappear inexplicably?”

The historian carefully flipped through the book again, not finding any text information about the thinker, while the information of other historical figures was not missing.

After thinking quickly for a moment, the historian shook his head and laughed, “Why consider so much? Just rewrite a summoning contract.”

Then, the historian took out a writing brush, wrote the thinker's apocryphal information, and finally drafted a summoning contract.

After writing all the information, the historian released energy and injected it into the book, wanting to activate the contract.

However, after the contract absorbed the energy, the newly written content seemed to have experienced billions of years, slowly blurring until it disappeared completely.

The historian widened his eyes, incredulously saying, “How can it be invalid?”

The historian wrote the apocryphal history again, carefully checked it several times, confirmed that there were no problems, and then injected energy again, trying to sign the summoning contract.

However, as soon as the contract content touched the energy, it was erased again by the power of time.

“How could this be?” The historian was a little confused. After pondering for a moment, he flipped through the book, found a blank page that had never recorded information, and wrote the contract to summon the thinker again.

However, the contract failed to condense again, and the contract content was once again erased by the power of time.

“Impossible, impossible.” The historian shook his head, writing the contract again and again, but each time it ended in failure.

The historian collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the wall.

After a long silence, the historian suddenly got up and wrote the contract again.

However, this time the historian wrote not apocryphal history, but the true information of the thinker.

After writing the contract content, the historian injected energy with a nervous mood.

The next second, the contract content was erased again by the power of time.

The summoning contract failed to condense again!

The historian collapsed to the ground again, his face pale and his expression blank.