Hu Huan was lying comfortably on an antique sofa that was at least several hundred years old. His posture was very elegant, as if he had always been here. In front of him was a very simple oak desk with dozens of drawers.
There are several things placed on this desk, including a half-lit cigar with several exquisitely outlined elephant rings on it. There is also a hammered glass filled with light yellow wine, and several books with exaggerated printing.
, novels with exciting pictures, such as "Female Leader", "Female Boss", "Female Chief", "Female Special Police", the author's signature is all Shimeili.
On the desk, there are two cards placed in the most conspicuous place.
One is a drawing of strange vines, which looks very familiar, and the other is a drawing of a ferocious monkey head, which is also very familiar.
It was impossible for Hu Huan to forget that these two monsters almost killed him.
He picked up one of the cards, turned it over and took a look. There were several lines of text on the back of the card.
Vampire Vine(Normal)
Attack(D)
Defense(D)
Life(A)
Strength(C)
Speed(C)
Superpowers (1. Blood-sucking technique, which can absorb life force and feed it back to the owner; 2. Earth-walking technique, which can burrow through the ground and reach a maximum speed of 70 kilometers per hour)
Hu Huan picked up another card, turned it over and took a look. He drew a ferocious monkey head on the back of the card, and there were also a few lines of text on the back.
Giant monkey head with broken neck (Normal)
Attack(C)
Defense(D)
Life(D)
Strength(C)
Speed(D)
Power(none)
Gently rubbing these two cards, a bunch of memory fragments emerged in Hu Huan's mind. These memory fragments were pieced together into a fragment called "The Art of the God of Things".
These two cards are the fetish cards created by the fetish technique, also known as the foreign object magical power seal!
Although the fetish technique in memory is only a fragment, it also explains its origin and mode of operation.
"One of the twelve new methods of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers, which can seal strange monsters and turn them into supernatural powers..."
The memories in his mind kept rolling, and Hu Huan's emotions were like a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and he could never calm down.
He subconsciously picked up the hammered glass on the desk and took a sip of the wine in the hammered glass. The long years and ancient history came to his mind one by one.
Hu Huan glanced at the half cigar and threw it into the trash can next to him along with the outdated best-selling books.
Next to half a cigar, there is a whole box of freshly opened cigars. There is really no need to save.
As for those outdated bestsellers...
It was incompatible with his current mood, so he still threw it away.
Hu Huan put down his wine glass and looked around carefully.
This is a huge room with bluestone walls and a ceiling height of more than 20 meters. It is about six to seven hundred square meters. This room has no exits and is completely closed.
In addition to the sofa where Hu Huan is sitting and the desk in front of him, the room is filled with bookshelves. Against the stone wall on one side, there are six old black wooden boxes, all of which are tightly locked with brass locks with a sense of age.
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Next to the desk, there is a rest area with a classical European palace canopy bed, a set of medieval-style cowhide sofas, and several exquisite reading chairs.
In a corner separated by the bookshelf and the seating area, there is also a very exaggerated and huge round table. This round table and the desk use the same wood, and even the design style is very similar, revealing a simple atmosphere.
Hu Huan tried it, but he could only move around the desk. If he left the desk even slightly, he would be blocked by an invisible force. He could not leave the desk too far, and he could not pick up other things in the cave.
"here……"
"I feel so familiar."
Young people in later generations who have been poisoned by online novels will immediately think of concepts such as dimensional space, portable caves, and storage of treasures when they are exposed to this situation.
But now it is 1993. The founder of online novels, The Story of Grace, was written a year earlier than First Intimate Contact, and it would not come out until four years later, in 1997.
Without the blessing of the environment, Hu Huan's brain power was not enough to come up with these extremely avant-garde concepts.
He just marveled. After marveling, his mind went blank.
Hu Huan did not dare to stay in such a place for long. He sat for a while and recited the very mysterious "spell" again.
The next second he reappeared in the dormitory.
If Hu Huan hadn't smelled of alcohol and had two cards with strange textures in his hand, he would never have believed the wonderful experience he just had.
Hu Huan reached out and touched his pocket, his face changed slightly, and the conch was gone.
He rummaged all over his body and looked under the bed again, but there was still no trace of the strange conch.
The young man was about to search carefully when he suddenly heard Lu Yunyun's voice outside the door: "Are you hungry?"
Hu Huan agreed, hurriedly stuffed the two cards in his hand under the quilt, and opened the door with some anxiety.
Lu Yunyun was standing outside the door. Seeing Hu Huan open the door and come out, he suddenly smiled. When she was expressionless, she was like a fairy who could not eat the fireworks of the world.
A gentle smile at this time was like spring flowers blooming, colorful, as if being caught by the noon sun, which made Hu Huan dazzled.
"this is for you!"
Like a magic trick, Lu Yunyun took out five fragrant and hot meat buns from behind and handed them to Hu Huan.
Before Hu Huan could come to his senses, Lu Yunyun turned around and left without saying a single unnecessary word.
Hu Huan almost subconsciously stuffed a meat bun into his mouth. The rich aroma of meat and soup made the taste buds in his mouth explode in an instant.
"tasty!"
“The meat buns are so delicious!”
"I really ate so many steamed buns in vain before."
Hu Huan swallowed a meat bun in three mouthfuls, and accidentally a drop of soup fell on his clothes. He wiped it with his hand, lowered his head slightly, and saw a faint golden thread on his chest.
Hu Huan touched his arms and found a palm-sized conch on his fingers.
Hu Huan knew clearly that he had touched this little thing out of his "body".
He gently let go of his hand, and the palm-sized conch quietly blended into his chest. Everything seemed to be made in heaven, without any trace of axe.
"What change is this?"
At this moment, Hu Huan couldn't come up with the plot of "recognizing the treasure's owner" because the author who created this classic setting had not yet written novels online.
Although Hu Huan didn't understand what happened and had no imagination to explode, his heart was full of joy and he stuffed a second bun into his mouth.
This palm-sized conch looked like a legendary treasure, and he didn't want to lose it.
In less than two or three minutes, all five meat buns had been eaten. The warmth in his stomach made the boy full of energy. He placed the two cards on the old-fashioned writing table and looked at them carefully.