Hu Huan was about to fly into the sky when he saw Linghuyin appear and he breathed a sigh of relief. Today was really exciting. First Ling Xiao was kidnapped and then he met this inexplicable killer. He just took office and he felt like

There are not enough thugs at this level.

"Squad leader Linghuyin, thank you for coming here, otherwise Ling Xiao and I might not have survived."

Ling Huyin's face was still not good-looking. The Ling family knew it through the voice, but this killer obviously didn't, and his goal was very vicious, just to kill Hu Huan.

If he hadn't followed him all along, something big would have happened this time.

Linghuyin checked it out, reached out and grabbed the shoulders of Hu Huan and Ling Xiao, and said, "Let's leave first."

As a top level three professional, he can easily leave the Shadow of All Things and does not necessarily need to find a way out.

After leaving the closed area, Linghuyin first sent Hu Huan and Ling Xiao back to the Modern Literature Museum, and told them not to leave again before leaving in a hurry.

He must report what happened today.

Ling Xiao stayed with Hu Huan for a while and then returned to her room. Although she did not live here, the special training class still assigned her a dormitory.

Ling Xiao wanted to use special means to contact her little aunt to confirm what was going on. She could also see that the black figure later had nothing to do with the Ling family, but that another force had taken action.

Hu Huan was left alone. He took a shower first, changed into clean clothes, lay on the bed, and tossed and turned for a while. He couldn't help but recite a spell and entered the mysterious conch.

As soon as Hu Huan sat down on the antique sofa, he felt that his connection with this mysterious conch became even closer.

He tried walking and found that he could move around the entire room without any hindrance.

Hu Huan has always been very curious about other bookshelves. The first bookshelf is full of notes from the Three Saints of Taiping. He believes that the other bookshelves are also filled with extremely precious materials.

Hu Huan opened the "desktop" and was about to open the bookshelf when he saw the Ruyizi placed in drawer D. He reached out his hand by some mistake and grasped the seed.

The Void Fire Ring, which had no moves at all, suddenly burst into colorless flames, rushing up along the Dantian and spreading to both hands.

This strange plant seed that Heqi claimed was cultivated by a wealthy family and could grow anything the owner needed as long as enough spiritual power was input, melted in the palm of Hu Huan's hand in the next second.

The melting of Ruyizi is neither liquid nor gaseous, but a mysterious sensation that directly merges with the colorless flame, causing the virtual fire ring to suddenly expand in a circle.

Hu Huan's eyes were full of disbelief, because Ruyizi not only merged into the Xuming Fire Ring, but was also equivalent to a "key" that opened a certain door that had been closed for thirteen years.

Hu Huan saw himself as a child, playing with a litter of brothers and sisters.

Hu Huan saw himself being caressed by his master's jade hands, all over his body, and poked here and there with his fingers.

Hu Huan saw it and transformed into a handsome young man for the first time.

Hu Huan saw it, and was forced by his master to transform into a simple and honest boy, like a jade master, who could change his appearance seven or eight times a day, and was despised by his master for not being fresh enough... himself.

Hu Huan saw that he had learned the Xuantian Transformation Technique and went to find his master excitedly. However, he saw his master endured waves of thunder disasters and left in a graceful way. He was reluctant to leave and cried bitterly.

Hu Huan saw it and quietly became a fox at home, practicing diligently and never wanting to go out.

Hu Huan also saw himself suffering from various changes in his body due to the changes in the world.

Hu Huan also saw himself in various countries, from ancient China, to the exotic European continent, to the United States, which was full of opportunities and devoured countless lives and money, as well as the ancient African continent and South American countries.

Hu Huan even saw that he was discussing the new method with the elders and rising stars of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers, and he was also comforting his colleagues who were worried because their cultivation had regressed and they could no longer maintain the dignity of practitioners.

Hu Huan also saw that within the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers, due to the regression of their cultivation and the discovery of the Netherworld Technique, the old friends were starting to lose their bottom line and were no longer scrupulous in doing things.

He left sadly, gave up using the Youshen method to extend his life, and just wanted to wait quietly for the end of his life.

Hu Huan also saw the days when the vitality of heaven and earth revived and spiritual power exploded. Although the path of cultivation was restored, the physical body could no longer support it and had to consider reincarnation.

Hu Huan's final gaze was fixed on the young man who wanted to seize the boy who only scored 31 points in mathematics in the high school entrance examination, but was determined to make a lot of money and make a fortune so that workers all over the world could lead a happy life.

That reincarnation failed!

Hu Huan sighed quietly. He now knew that Ruyizi was nothing but a strange plant seed cultivated by a wealthy family. As long as enough spiritual power was input, it could grow anything the owner needed.

That was a back-up move he left behind because he was worried that his reincarnation would fail.

At that time, Hu Huan's situation was already extremely bad due to the failure of his first reincarnation. He had no idea whether he could survive this disaster.

Nor can he know whether he will be reincarnated successfully.

So Hu Huan arranged a lot of things for himself according to his life habits.

Hu Huan stretched out his hand to grab it, and a hammered glass appeared, with his favorite Shaoxing rice wine in his previous life appearing in the cup.

Hu Huan swayed, took a sip, suddenly smiled, and said to himself: "Although there was a small problem that caused my memory to not recover at the scheduled time, fortunately I have the foreshadowing of Ruyizi.

It’s quite satisfactory.”

The originally complicated memory fragments were no longer chaotic but became orderly after Ruyizi opened the door.

He now also knew why he knew that the owner of this mysterious conch was Hu Huan, but he had never considered this issue and even guessed that its owner was the Three Saints of Taiping.

That's all because the reincarnation program he set is too old and slightly imperfect.

Hu Huan is Hu Huan, there is no second Hu Huan in the world.

The old fox who once stood at the pinnacle of a cultivator, commanding wind and rain, experienced seven hundred years of spring and autumn, and was one of the thirteen elders of the Taiping Taibing, has returned completely.

Hu Huan slowly realized, the shackles in his heart were removed one after another, and his eyes became a little bit evil.

He slowly drank up the rice wine from the hammered glass, placed the glass on the oak desk, and softly recited a poem he wrote in his early years: "Thirteen years of clear dreams, seven hundred years of glory!"

"Things are the same and people are not the same, which is good news."

Hu Huan casually patted the oak desk, and a document appeared. He took a look at it and burst out laughing. It was a real estate document for the former site of the Toad Spirit Folklore Research Association in Beiping.

"That place has become a closed area, and after so many years, there should be no way to get it back."

Hu Huan casually threw the documents back into the drawer. He actually didn't care. After all, these old wealth were not worth mentioning to those who practice Buddhism.

Hu Huan casually clicked on the "desktop" and another icon lit up.

The icon quickly expanded and became a circle of colorful rings. In the center of the ring, the pentagon representing the awakened person disappeared and was replaced by a numerical reminder of 100% awakening.

Outside the first circle, two professions have been lit up, namely thugs from the warrior family, and... magicians from the mythical family.

The Void Fire Ring has nothing to do with the warrior family, it is the foundation of the mythical family.

This icon is the periodic table of professions. The periodic table of professions in Hu Huan's hand is too old and many emerging professions do not have it, but it is still the most complete one in the world.

Hu Huan sighed and said to himself: "Old Zhou is right, we should just rest assured about our own basic method."

"Back then, Lao Sun and I exchanged what we had learned throughout our lives. I created the original virtual method and opened up the lineage of the mythical family. He created the magic of physical objects and opened up the system of supernatural powers of heavenly demons and foreign objects."

"Now that the Demon Ling family and the Demon Organization are still there, I just don't know if he is still there."

Hu Huan got up and walked around the small snail cave. The familiar feeling made him feel particularly comfortable. Hu Huan walked to the round table and sat down in his seat. To his great surprise, he sat down

Someone has an extra chair.

On the high-back leather chair is a young woman with cold eyes, short blond hair, and a handmade suit. Although the style is very old-school, it incorporates modern fashion concepts and is definitely expensive.

Zhou Qiusheng didn't move at all, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

The remaining five people were still motionless, their eyes were dull, and they were no longer alive.

Hu Huan now knows who they are, and there is no need to look through notes or letters.

Because they are originally comrades in the same camp and fellow soldiers.

But this new woman appeared, which surprised Hu Huan. He pondered for a while, and then he saw this young woman with short blond hair, her eyes moved slightly, and she began to liven up.

Before getting Ruyizi, Hu Huan had not completely recovered to be himself, or was still a little nervous, but now he was watching with interest as this young woman tried to enter the conference room.

Not everyone can come in here. Only those who hold the tokens of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers can enter the conference room.

Hu Huan remembered this seat. It was not the seat of any of the thirteen Taiping veterans.

The thirteen elders of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers are all founders. They joined early and have high status, but many of them have no actual positions and do not manage the specific affairs of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers.

Those who are really in charge of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers are the Three Taiping Sages, two executive officers who are considered direct descendants of the Three Taiping Sages, and six military commanders who are supported by different elders.

This seat belonged to one of the soldiers. Hu Huan knocked on his head. Before he could remember the identity and name of the soldier, the short-haired lady opposite had already coldly said: "Whose heir are you?"

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Hu Huan was slightly surprised and asked: "Why don't you just decide that I am the heir?"

The young woman with short blond hair tried again to get out of her stiff state. She said calmly: "If no one has logged in to an electronic account for decades, and suddenly someone comes up, do you think it is the original owner?"

Are you back? Or has your account been hacked?"

Hu Huan hesitated and asked: "Electronic account? Are you talking about email? It seems that it has only been around for a few decades."

Email was born in the autumn of 1971. At that time, Hu Huan no longer had the energy to understand new things, and all his energy was focused on reincarnation.

So he really doesn't know much about the recent advances in electronic technology.

ICQ didn't exist until 1996, and OICQ didn't exist until 1999, so electronic accounts at this time must have nothing to do with instant messaging software.

The short-haired woman was slightly surprised and replied: "Do you think those hundreds of years old antiques can know emails?"

"This sentence reveals your identity."

Hu Huan touched his nose and felt that what the other party said made sense. How could an old winter melon know the latest cutting-edge science and technology?

He must be outdated, decrepit, declining, with limited information, and super stubborn!

Hu Huan nodded and said, "You are quite awesome, I admire you very much."
To be continued...