Perhaps the fat man prayed a little useful, and the resentful spirit dived to the bottom of the lake without knowing it, and did not alarm the seven-headed snake.

But the fat man did not dare to take it lightly and quickly ordered the resentful spirit to search for the fallen magic books at the bottom of the lake.

But the bottom of the lake is half the size of a football field, covered with bones. Finding a magic book is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The fat man gritted his teeth and summoned four resentful spirits to drill into the bottom of the lake to search together.

At this time, Altay received a soul link and reminded: "Sir, that natural disaster beast is not chasing me anymore and is running back. Have you found the magic book?"

"Give up hatred!" The fat man said anxiously: "The bottom of the lake is too big, and I can find it in a while."

"How to cause hatred?" Altaïr humbly asked.

The fat man was distracted and advised: "Just run and shoot while running, keep a distance, don't run too fast or too slowly. Can you fly kites? It's the same principle as that!"

Altaïr asked wonderingly, "What is a kite?"

The fat man explained: "It is a small sail made of paper or cloth, the kind that can fly when the lead is pulled and run against the wind."

Altaïr suddenly said, "Oh, this isn't a kite. You said it, "I'll understand it if you said it."

The fat man had a dark face.

I saw the natural disaster beast that had just run back to the valley suddenly shot on the butt, and immediately turned around and chased him out in anger...

After a while, Altayne sent a surprise voice: "The method you taught is indeed effective!"

The fat man curled his lips and said, "You have just started and have not mastered the essence of kite art yet, so don't be careless."

Altaïr asked quickly: "What is the essence of this kite technique by sir?"

The fat man said in a good manner: "There are two points in the essence: one is the rhythm, and the other is to see the six directions and listen to all directions."

Altay was originally a top assassin, and as soon as the fat man said that, he understood it: "I understand!"

The fat man said in surprise: "Do you really understand or do you understand?"

"The rhythm is to keep running, shooting and breathing frequency, not too fast or too slow. Because I am dead, just control the first two points." Altay replied while taking a kite: "As for watching the six directions, it is easier to understand. If you run blindly with your eyes closed, you may bump into other monsters, and you can't escape from both sides of the attack. So the second essence is to observe and predict the kite route. Is it right?"

"Genius!" The fat man exclaimed. This was the experience he had been exploring and summarizing after living in another 'world' for more than ten years as a ten-year old hunter. Unexpectedly, Altaïr could actually understand the essence of it by listening to it: "This guy must have entered the wrong career. What kind of assassin is, being a hunter can definitely reach the extraordinary realm!"

The fat man decided in his heart that he must cultivate Altay in the future as a hunter, and he might be able to inherit his "manship".

Just when the fat man was distracted, a resentful spirit searching for magic books at the bottom of the lake suddenly passed on a ray of spiritual fluctuation to him!

"Finished?!" The fat man was surprised and quickly connected to the visual sharing.

A dark and turbid bottom of the water, a magic book quietly fell from the gap between the skeletons of a giant beast wrapped in water plants!

It was the magic book that the fat man dropped.

The fat man who had lost and recovered almost cried with joy and quickly ordered the resentful spirit to pick up the book.

However, the resentful spirit conveyed a helpless emotion to the fat man: "I can't pick it up..."

"Can't pick it up?!!" The fat man was stunned.

I saw the resentful spirit floating forward and stretched out my translucent hands to catch the magic book. As a result, the magic book was stuck in the cracks of the bones and could not be taken out at all.

The fat man suddenly went crazy and quickly ordered several other resentful spirits to float over to help.

However, even if the five resentful spirits gathered together, they could not pull out Ka's dead magic book.

After all, the resentful spirit is just a spirit body and has no entity, and its power may be less than that of an ordinary adult man. It may be fine to ask it to lift a weight of more than ten pounds, but it is a bit embarrassing to push the skeletons of giant beasts weighing thousands of pounds.

The fat man didn't expect that he could not get the book, and he was so depressed that he almost spit out an old blood.

However, this magic book is of great significance to him, and it also records many of his experience in spell research. If he loses it, it is equivalent to returning to before liberation. So no matter what, the fat man must take back this magic book, even if he sacrifices his life!

The fat man gritted his teeth and made up his heart, and resolutely rushed out of the bunker and ran towards the small lake.

"Hasn't you found the magic book yet?" Altay asked again at this time: "I have taken this beast around for three times."

"It's going to be fine soon, you take that beast around for a few more times." The fat man ran and put all the clothes that were in trouble into his bag, wearing only a pair of leather pants. Then he turned his hand and turned it into a bone spear and held it in his hand, and a thrust into the water.

The lake is a hundred feet deep, clear at the top and turbid at the bottom. The bones are full of whites and the aquatic plants are like hair.

The fat man had a resentful spirit to guide the direction, but he was afraid of losing his direction, but he was worried that he would start to shock the seven-headed snake, so he leaned against the bottom of the water toward the place where the letter was dropped.

The water is very quiet, with no big fish and prawns, only a few colorful water snakes appearing.

The fat man dared not make any branches, so he waved his bone spear to drive away the water snakes and continued to dive down.

After the water depth exceeded ten feet, the fat man felt a trace of pressure acting on his skin. It is probably the limit for normal people to dive to this depth without protection.

I continued to dive for more than ten feet, and the water pressure became more and more obvious, but it did not reach the level that made the fat man feel uncomfortable.

The light is getting dimmer, which seriously affects the fat man's diving speed, so he can only reach out and fumble to sneak.

Dong!

Suddenly, the fat man accidentally knocked the bone spear and made a sound when he touched a dry bone. He was so scared that he hurriedly lay under the water and didn't dare to move.

Fortunately, the resentful spirit did not sense that there was a dangerous creature, which made the fat man breathe a sigh of relief and continued to sneak downwards.

A quarter of an hour later, the fat man finally dived to the bottom of the lake a hundred feet deep.

Extreme cold and high pressure make it impossible for ordinary people to survive here for a moment, but the fat man just feels a little uncomfortable.

Following the guidance of the resentful spirit, the fat man found a magic book stuck in the crack of his bones. He grabbed a corner with his hand and pulled it hard, without moving at all.

The fat man asked several resentful spirits to disperse their warnings, then adjusted his posture and inserted the bone spear into the cracks of the bones and pried them hard.

Bang!

As a result, the bone spear broke after prying twice.

The fat man threw away the broken spear and found a long refining steel spear from his bag. This spear was ordered by a marquis in the north. Unfortunately, he was unable to pick up the goods because of a strange phenomenon on the snowy mountain. Now it has become a crowbar in the fat man's hand.

The fat man held the spear and inserted it into the bone seam again and pried it hard. He immediately broke the spear into an arc, and the bone seam was also pried open a gap.

The fat man was immediately happy, but his face changed the next second!
Chapter completed!