There are simply too many secret existences, special ancient gods, and sleeping ancient rulers in this world.
Even the Secret Keeper headquarters does not have complete genealogy records.
And now, he seems to have discovered an incredible religious order.
This silver masked man is definitely a strong man. If he goes against the secret keeper, they may not be able to cope with it.
"Creation Bishop Council, you can call me 'Silver Wing'!"
Mr. Silver Wing pressed his chest and saluted, and his body disappeared into the void.
This time, Fang Xian did not intercept again.
He looked around, sighed suddenly, activated the secret key, and returned to the villa.
Love was still there, with Mr. Walter lying next to him.
Everyone else fainted and didn't know how long they would sleep.
"What happened in the end?"
Love had completely suppressed his ghoul symptoms. When he saw Fang Xian coming back, he asked with a dry voice.
"Nothing, a pagan rescued it..." Fang Xian shrugged his shoulders and suddenly smiled: "Isn't that what you want to ask?"
"Why did you attack the branch? Have you... fallen?" Sure enough, Love stared at Fang Xian with a complicated expression and asked.
"To deal with that annoying old man, it's that simple." Fang Xian spread his hands: "As for the secret keeper, I don't have any hostility."
Love let out a long sigh, but felt a little unbelievable: "A few months ago, you were an ordinary person...your talent is so amazing. Next...what are you going to do?"
"This, I should be the one asking you..." Fang Xian said funnyly: "If you choose to surrender to the secret keeper, I will flee as soon as possible... In addition, after you die, I will lay flowers on your grave.
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"I……"
Love looked at his palms.
Although it was covered with human skin, he could clearly feel the 'inhuman' hidden underneath.
An investigator whose lifelong ambition was to keep secrets and protect eventually degenerated into an alien. It must be said that this is an irony.
"I...I want to go out for a walk alone. Maybe before, I cared too much about some things and lived for others. This time, I want to live for myself." Love took a deep breath and made a decision.
"very good."
Fang Xian nodded. He originally wanted to drag Love into his cult, but now that he thought about it, he decided not to do it.
He walked aside, mentioned the unlucky Walter, and decided to hypnotize him to forget what happened during this period.
"What about you? Are you planning to stay among the secret keepers?"
Love looked at Fang Xian hypnotizing Walter and asked.
"Me? I probably have to leave the secret keeper and start pursuing the real goal..."
Fang Xian replied.
His goal has never changed, which is to regain his tribulation power and take another step forward on the road to eternal life!
The wealth of knowledge gained from the Secret Keeper's headquarters has given him certain ideas.
…
"Congratulations on your discharge, Vivian!"
Vivian wore a lady's dress and had to maintain a polite and hypocritical smile to deal with each guest.
Thank God, the bandage on her arm was finally removed and she was discharged from the hospital.
For this reason, her parents even held a banquet to celebrate.
Well, Vivian's family is quite well off. Her father is a professor of history at Shemir University and is famous for her archeology, and her mother is the only daughter of a wealthy man.
The combination of knowledge and wealth bears the sweet fruit of love.
At least, Vivian feels that her parents are doing well.
Under the influence or leadership of her father, Vivian has been interested in some strange records in history since she was a child.
I don’t know why, but her father has always strongly opposed her contact with this aspect of content, and even does not allow her to enter the study room to study those materials that are very rare in the field of history.
But it doesn't matter.
Vivian had enough pocket money to search for all the information she wanted.
In these operations, her brother Joan played an important role.
Although most of the items brought back were fakes and almost defrauded my sister of all her pocket money, there was one item that was genuine and was worth the price of admission.
After dealing with everyone, Vivian made an excuse to go back to her room and locked the door.
After closing the curtains, Vivian couldn't wait to tap her fingers on the table, making a very peculiar rhythm.
This was the agreed-upon code. While she was recuperating in the hospital, the gentleman she met taught her how to summon her own messenger.
Vivian felt that her inspiration had been touched, and she looked at the corner of the room.
There, a vortex was forming, and a wind-chasing hound ran out, opened its mouth wide, and spat out a thick letter.
She took the envelope, complimented the messenger, sat upright, and began to study the information on the letter as if she were taking an entrance exam.
"Dear Ms. Vivian, that mentor has contacted me again. He taught me a method to maintain my sanity, called the 'spiritual seal'. I think it is very effective. I will share it with you below..."
This is a letter from Smith.
'Great... I am worried about the inevitable decline of the spirit into darkness after casting the spell... The teacher's knowledge is really rich and profound. Are all the apostles of our Lord so powerful?'
Vivian's eyes almost had little stars popping out.
‘Mentor’, this is the code name they gave that gentleman together.
The other party connected the believers who were originally isolated islands and taught them the knowledge of summoning messengers and maintaining rationality. His character was as noble as a saint.
Boom!
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.
The startled Vivian hurriedly hid the letter and messed up her clothes before opening the door and saying dissatisfiedly: "It is not a gentleman's behavior to disturb a lady's change of clothes."
She already guessed who it was.
Sure enough, a red-haired young man stood at the door with a slightly embarrassed expression: "Vivian...congratulations on your recovery, um...actually I have some news to share with you."
He is Qiao An, Vivian's brother, a naughty troublemaker.
"What's the matter? Don't show off to me how many girlfriends you have made..." Vivian rolled her eyes: "Otherwise I will tell them one by one that when you were a child, you burned off all the director's hair and got spanked by your father.
The scandal..."
"That's not it……"
Qiao An shook his hands wildly: "I want to say..."
He came closer and lowered his voice: "The one you are most interested in... My father recently auctioned a sea people's diary, and he is locking it in the study, studying it without sleep or food..."
"Sea people, fishermen? They still have such things as diaries?" Vivian expressed her surprise.
"Our father still has a good eye for identification. He must be a big figure among the sea people... It is of high value for studying the history of fishermen in ancient times." Qiao An blinked: "I hope you like me.