When Han Yang returned home, he lay on the bed. I felt that there was no danger just now, and slowly digested what I saw and heard just now.

Suddenly, his head hurt, and a picture came to his mind, and a golden bead appeared in his mind. The orb gives him a message that will strengthen his body or give him some special strength at certain times. But when exactly will it be up to him to figure it out. And his body is different from ordinary people, so Yuanzhu will choose him.

Returning to reality, Han Yang straightened out his thoughts and thought that he should have a magical power, so he could protect what he wanted to protect.

While thinking, he took out a fan he found some time ago, which is said to be Zhuge Liang's fan. He stroked the fan. Suddenly, Han Yang frowned. There was a sharp spot on the fan that cut the finger and bleed slightly. He sucked on his fingertips, stared at the fan, and said, "It's so pretty." ”

He suddenly thought again, maybe the world is not so complicated, as long as he doesn't shine so brightly, just stay in the dust, maybe nothing bad will happen.

Tiredness hits. Physically, and internally. He propped himself up after taking a shower and collapsed on the bed. Drowsiness hits, and the eyelids are like a heavy curtain.

But a little light grows out of the darkness. Han Yang slept soundly. So, I didn't see the golden light at all, and the golden light was gradually blooming. It lit up from the end of the fan, and from the stamen of the six-petaled flower in full bloom on the fan, something seemed to flow, like golden cream slowly spreading. The light slid from the stamen to the petals, and then from the petals to the buds of the next ring, flowing one by one, and the light gradually became grand—suddenly, the golden light climbed the handle of the fan—and in an instant, it was as if the rising sun had jumped out of the horizon!

The golden light penetrated through the roof and walls of Han Yang's house, reaching straight into the sky! At this moment, it was so bright that the sun in the sky was eclipsed by three points.

A few of the idlers who were wandering around involuntarily raised their heads and looked towards the location of Han Yang's house. The salesperson behind his ear in the small supermarket on the roadside also suddenly had a whim, and looked at it with a probe. But no one could see any vision. Because the golden light will disappear as soon as it shines, and it may not be a millisecond, and everything will fall silent again.

Han Yang woke up in the middle of the night. He felt as if he had had a strange dream, and he couldn't remember the contents of the dream, except that it was a very strange dream—in the dream, there was a nice voice that kept whispering in his ear, endlessly, but he still couldn't remember what it was.

Han Yang felt so tired. He opened one eye in a daze, as if he had seen something, and as if he had seen nothing, and suddenly, inexplicable fatigue came up like a spring, and pulled him back to sleep.

On the table, the fan that Han Yang bought was floating in the air. The rust on the fan is silently peeling off. Instead, there is an intricate pattern of bright gold. The pattern from the top of the fan to the handle of the fan, like an elegant flower, but it is open in a grand and solemn manner! The pattern is dense and dense, and the fan is carved and decorated brilliantly, which is simply brilliant and dazzling! The original black of the fan body is even deeper against the background of the pattern glowing with golden light, and there are also specks of ghostly light, as if hiding a huge secret...... After a while, the bright golden light gradually converged, and the pattern turned into a thin gold thread, wrapped around the fan, and the secret was probably also converged. The rust spots are gone, and the brilliance is restrained. The fan has been reborn and given a new lease of life———— it is still floating.

Suddenly, the fan shook in mid-air. It's as if there's an invisible figure fiddling with it. The fan suddenly turned its direction, the handle of the fan turned downward, and it was erected! In the thin pattern on the top of the fan, a strange thing suddenly appeared—it was a pair of eyes! The eyes of a man were wide open, very bright, and the eyes were dark and bright, lively and innocent, and they looked at the surrounding environment.

A moment later, somehow, there was a bit of panic in the eyes, and then the fan that was hanging suddenly sank, fell, fell on the table, rolled twice, and did not move.

Someone in the room seemed to be shouting, "Oh, where is this, why am I here?" but Han Yang, who was sleeping, didn't know what was happening.