Eighty-one, old friends and relatives have no love
The eleventh day of participating in the 25th Military Special Combat Talents Training Course.
On March 8th, Monday, I was absent from school...
Hu Huan scrawled a few words and closed the diary.
When he rushed back to the Modern Literature Museum from Ling Xiao's house, it was 9:40 in the morning. He originally had time to attend half of the class, but after thinking deeply and repeatedly weighing the pros and cons, he slipped back to the dormitory and skipped the class.
Morning classes.
As for the afternoon!
Today is Women's Day.
Afternoon vacation is mainly for female students, while male students only receive additional benefits.
Hu Huan naturally did not go to class in the afternoon.
This day, he did not leave his room.
Hu Huan entered the mysterious conch several times, but never had the courage to sit at the round table again, but he really refused to give up, so he struggled all day long.
After washing his face, he even practiced a set of boxing skills in the room, drank a cup of coffee left by Ling Xiao, and after struggling for a long time, Hu Huan forced himself to calm down and entered the mysterious conch again.
Hu Huan sat on the antique sofa and looked in the direction of the round table. Even though it was blocked by bookshelves, he could still clearly see that there was no one on the twenty high-backed leather chairs around the round table.
nor.
He knew that as long as he sat on it, he would be able to see six mysterious figures, but he just didn't dare to sit on it.
Hu Huan is in a irritable mood. He didn't even read half of the notebook today, and he can't read any words now.
He actually really wanted to know the secret of this mysterious conch, and the six mysterious figures on the round table would definitely give him some answers.
But he was afraid. Most of the fear came from the unknown. Hu Huan just didn't know what those six mysterious figures were.
He didn't know what unpredictable consequences he would have if he came into contact with these things rashly.
Hu Huan was sitting on the antique sofa, his mind wandering. He was so bored that he placed all the fetish cards in his hand on the oak desk in a row.
First of all, there are four Gold Rare, gold rare GR cards, two are air-eating insect swarms, one has a shell of 28, and one is flying scales. One of the air-eating insect swarms is because it has swallowed the Five Poison Heart Toad and the Golden Color.
The alien poisonous spiritual power has mutated.
Next are four Rare, rare R cards, three Golden Centipedes, and a Brutal Giant Monkey Group.
Hu Huan couldn't bring up his interest for the time being, so he combined the golden centipede. The mysterious figure on the high-backed leather chair occupied all his thoughts. Especially since someone traced it to the Peking Toad Spirit Folklore Research Association, this meant that even if he pretended
Even the ostrich cannot escape.
The third row is Normal, ordinary N cards, twenty-seven air-eating insects, and one blood-sucking vine.
These are Hu Huan's "card" strengths.
Without these fetish cards, he is just an ordinary awakened person with a physical body. He has only one superpower, which is the source of spiritual power, and he has a touch of spiritual power.
With these fetish cards, Hu Huan's combat power can catch up with second-level professionals.
But just like the literal meaning of "demons' foreign objects and magical powers", these are all foreign objects. Even if their magical powers are immeasurable, they are not their own strength.
Hu Huan didn't care about this, he just couldn't understand why he could easily create a god card?
"According to the fetish technique I have mastered, the number of fetish cards should have been rampant long ago, but according to the fetish technique mastered by Sister Lingxiao, this thing is a scarce resource."
"There must be an inside story that I don't know about, and this inside story is very serious. Once the fetishism technique I mastered spreads out, or becomes widespread, there will be huge problems."
Hu Huan sighed. After all, he was only in the first grade of junior high school, and his vision and knowledge structure were limited. He could not summarize the truth of the world through the information at hand.
He put the rest of the fetish cards back into the drawer, leaving only one of the Swarm of Air-Eating Insects and the Flying Scale.
Hu Huan took the two fetish cards into his body, gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and walked towards the round table.
He chose these two fetish cards because he hoped that the B-level speed of the air-eating insect swarm, combined with the flying ability of the flying scales, would enable him to escape from danger as quickly as possible when encountering a crisis.
Although he didn't know what danger he would encounter.
Hu Huan mustered up the courage he had accumulated all day long and sat next to the round table. Six mysterious figures quietly appeared again. This time, none of the six mysterious figures made any movement. Each one was as quiet as a dead person.
generally.
Hu Huan felt chills all over his body, but he managed to hold on. After more than ten minutes, he was sure that these mysterious figures were not in danger for the time being.
Only then did he have enough time, or in other words, some courage, to observe the appearance of these six figures.
There is no difference between the twenty high-backed leather chairs beside the round table. The seat Hu Huan chose is also nothing special. The seat to his left is empty, and the second seat to his left is also empty.
The third person sat on the third seat, a man with a high black satin hat, dressed as an old British gentleman. He looked very young, without a beard, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a cane leaning beside the seat.
, appeared polite and more like a scholar. If he were not too young, his dress and temperament would be more like a university professor from one or two hundred years ago.
Three seats further to the left is a lady, Hu Huan, it's hard to say. This lady's clothes are from the same age, but at least they are not from the last fifty years.
This lady was slightly older, had a complicated and strange hairstyle, and was wearing a black veil, so Hu Huan could not see her face clearly. Her hands were gently pressed on the round table, and she was wearing a pair of black gloves with a very strange texture.
The dress of this lady is common in some old movies, and she often plays the role of an aristocratic lady, but she has an indescribable tenderness.
The lady passed a few seats later, and that day there was a slight movement of someone. This person was wearing a robe from the Republic of China era. There was no braid on the back of his head. He had a Zhou Shuren-style short haircut and a resolute face.
The fourth man, directly opposite Hu Huan, wore a British Royal Navy uniform, but had a Chinese face. He had a sword in his left hand and a short gun in his right hand. He had a faint murderous intent on his body.
The two on the right are sitting next to each other, and they are the only ones with seats close to each other. Their clothes are of the same age, and they appear to be the oldest. The man has a painful expression, and the woman has a slightly ferocious expression. Both of them seem to be living together.
Not a very satisfactory look.
"Hu Huan!"
"I knew you would come back."
"How's it going? What's your situation now?"
The man, who was wearing a robe from the Republic of China era and had a Zhou Shuren-style short hair, blinked and suddenly opened his eyes.
Hu Huan's first reaction was to stand up, take two steps back, and return to the desk.
The area around the round table was empty, and there was no one around. Hu Huan could only feel his heart beating loudly, and he didn't have the courage to sit down at the round table again.