3245 South Mountain Magical Equipment Division (2)
Elder Dongfang was still very vengeful. Her grip on Feng Wu’s hand was so strong that it hurt.
Worst of all, she led Feng Wu around South Mountain and kept walking in circles.
One moment they were on the right route, but the next moment, it was the wrong one.
Sometimes she would follow the right path, and other times, she deliberately deviated from it.
After walking for four hours, she finally led Feng Wu to a huge rock.
The rock seemed time-worn, and rain had turned the surface as smooth as a mirror.
Feng Wu heard Elder Dongfang speak a series of strange words.
The pronunciation of this language was very strange, and there was no pattern to it. Furthermore, the speech lasted for a full minute. No ordinary person would be able to remember it.
Even Feng Wu couldn’t remember it.
However, never in Elder Dongfang’s wildest dreams would she have thought Feng Wu would activate the Spiritual Fossil Stone when she was reciting the password.
The Spiritual Fossil Stone could record both image and sound.
If Elder Dongfang found out about it, she would want to kill Feng Wu.
Elder Dongfang gave Feng Wu a smug look as soon as she finished speaking, feeling rather superior.
In fact, even she herself didn’t know why she still had to argue with Feng Wu when she was a senior member and in charge of the Military Academy.
Perhaps it was because this girl was too infuriating.
About five minutes after Elder Dongfang finished reciting the complicated and difficult password, there was a cracking sound.
It was as if a heavy door was being opened.
Feng Wu wasn’t in a hurry.
That was because she had actually been recording with the Spiritual Fossil Stone the entire time.
Elder Dongfang pushed Feng Wu forward and said in a cold voice, “Here’s the new inscription master. Put her on the Imperial College team.”
The person who opened the door was obviously a perceptive one.
As soon as Elder Dongfang mentioned the Imperial College team, the person inside smiled coldly. “Sure.”
Elder Dongfang said to Feng Wu, “Work hard there. It’ll be hard for you to get out from now on.”
With that, Elder Dongfang turned around and left smugly.
The middle-aged woman with a hoarse voice dragged Feng Wu inside.
Crack…
The opened door closed again.
“What level are you at now?” The middle-aged woman’s voice was cold, and she wasn’t very nice to Feng Wu.
Feng Wu said, “Level 8?”
The middle-aged woman smacked Feng Wu on the head. “Level 8 my ass! In the Magical Equipment Division, braggarts die fast! Understood?!”
Ouch —
Only then did Feng Wu remember she had come in as a junior inscription master, and her goal was to catch the spy who had stolen her inscription propeller.
Rubbing her head, Feng Wu said grumpily, “Can I take this off my eyes now?”
The middle-aged woman then realized she had forgotten about the cloth.
After entering the Magical Equipment Division, Feng Wu no longer needed to be blindfolded.
The blindfold was to prevent others from revealing the location and attracting unnecessary attacks.
“Sure.” The middle-aged woman had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She still respected inscription masters, so she ripped the black cloth off Feng Wu’s eyes.
Feng Wu finally saw the light again.
Rubbing her eyes, she gradually got used to the orange light and looked around.
This was a passageway that only allowed two people to pass through side by side.
There seemed to be no end to this passageway.
There was a small hole every few meters on the walls on both sides, and there was a lamp hanging from each small hole.
