On the cover, there was also a big-headed little man, three feet tall.
No matter which direction he looked from, the little man's face seemed to be staring straight at him.
"Divine Child Scripture... another evil skill."
Lu Chenzhou let a stream of scorching qi flow from his palm and set it aflame.
A moment later, the ancient book turned into flying ash.
In that instant, the feeling of being watched vanished as well.
"Creepy."
Lu Chenzhou kept searching, and finally, he found something good.
It was a pile of glittering gold bars.
"Now this is something valuable."
Lu Chenzhou weighed them in his hand—they should be worth tens of millions.
Illegal gold bars seized by Martial Artists could all be exchanged at the police station for cash.
There were also some martial arts secret books, all worthless and common—probably trophies looted by cultists and demons from Martial Artists and hoarded here.
