Late at night, the lights in the president's dormitory were still on, and Yehuang's figure stood straight, like a vigorous pine tree. A white shirt with a gray vest vest, under the light, his clean and handsome face reveals the elegance and restraint of a mature man. In the past, when he walked the rivers and lakes, he was always dressed in a strong suit, but now he is used to wearing a suit and leather collar.

The president of the Night Empire, the supreme ruler of the Night Empire, he must have a calmness and wisdom that ordinary people do not have. Agility is something you already have, but smart judgment is slowly cultivated.

After staying up all night for a long time, his mind was a little tired, and he reached out to open the small green bottle on the table, and smeared a little peppermint oil from it on his temples, and suddenly his chaotic mind was much clearer. When I opened my eyes, there was already a smell of tea wafting in front of me.

When he looked up, it was Stephen who brought him a cup of strong tea with both hands. He took the strong tea, took a deep sip, and sat down slowly.

Stephen is also in uniform, with a resolute country-shaped face, his mixed-race skin is inky, his eyes are bright, and he is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and he only appears humble and obedient when he faces it at night.

He used to be a special forces officer who was sentenced to life in prison by the previous president for making political mistakes. The first thing Yehuang did when he took office was to pardon him, and to give him a promotion and reuse with the promise of an important position. Therefore, Yehuang has great grace to him, and he will be faithful.

"I saw the doubts in your eyes, just ask any questions" Ye Huang glanced at him indifferently.

Stephen laughed, "I can see that you don't enjoy being president, so I've been wondering why you're working so hard."

Ye Huang hooked his lips slightly, revealing an indifferent smile, "A ruler is the spiritual leader of a country, and not everyone can do it. He leads by the soul of a man, not by force. If I don't do it, the country and the people will fall into someone else's hands. When the time comes, the civilization that has been inherited for thousands of years in the Night Empire will be destroyed in one fell swoop, and if it is not done well, it will cause a world war, and the blood of the people will be shed."

"Is Your Excellency the President worried about the night fire?" asked Stephen suspiciously, after all, he was a special forces, although he might have been extremely alert in the security department. But for the political zhì Wen Jiàn, his comprehension ability is far more than Ye Huang.

"Well, he's simple-minded and has a fanatical greed for power. If a qiē falls into his hands, the country is not far from extinction. ”

"Your Excellency the President is absolutely right. Since he is in such a great trouble, why not annihilate him in one fell swoop, or simply find an excuse to arrest and convict him. Like the previous two terrorist attacks and the release of the virus, it was obviously he who did it, how many innocent people died, even if he died a hundred times, he couldn't atone for his crimes" Stephen was also inexplicably sad and indignant, the terrorist attack was stopped by Yehuang in time, and there were no casualties, but the release of the virus caused the death of innocent civilians and committed an unforgivable sin.

"The time is not ripe yet, his power is currently intertwined, and we can't move him lightly. If there is an open war, it will be the people of the imperial capital who will suffer."

"Your Excellency the President is wise," Stephen said respectfully.

Yehuang drank all the cups of strong tea and reached out and pushed a picture in front of Stephen, "Go investigate the owner of this castle"

In the photo, an old castle is covered with dense climbing green, and on top of it stands a statue of the serpent Maidusa

"The host is interested in him"

"This family has some kind of mysterious connection to our Night Family, but for some reason, these ties have been severed. You go check it out."

"Yes," Stephen nodded respectfully, putting the photo away.

Yehuang continued to write at the desk, and when he was tired, he would pick up his mobile phone, open the text message box, and look at the text message sent by Long Ling'er, revealing a happy smile.

When the clock struck twelve, he put down his pen, closed the text in front of him, got up slowly, reached out and picked up the large piece of nickname on the coat rack, draped it on his body and walked out.

The Presidential Palace is actually an ancient imperial palace of the Night Empire, which has been repaired and changed through the ages. The most primitive palace complex covers an area of nearly 180,000 square meters, and after it was converted into the presidential palace, it was actually divided into two parts. One part is the current presidential palace, which is an important place for the daily residence of successive presidents, handling state affairs, receiving foreign guests, and publishing news. The other part is the most primitive palace complex, surrounded by palace walls more than ten meters high, and only the cornices can be seen from the outside, which houses the most important museums and libraries of the Night Empire. However, these places are only open to members of the royal family of the Night Empire, and outsiders have no right to know about them. To get there, you have to go through the presidential palace and pass through the security core.

A ** gate stood with a security guard with a gun, and Ye Huang waved his hand, and the iron door slowly opened before a special fingerprint imprint was entered on the wall.

Ye Huang walked in, and the iron door behind him closed automatically.

After a short passage, this is the real gate of the ancient royal family, standing at the gate and looking in, you can see the dark palace complex in the night is even more mysterious, like a mysterious ghost market, where the royal family members and the dead of the funeral concubines have lived here for thousands of years.

Ye Huang stared slightly and strode in, these streets he had walked countless times when he was a child, he had lived here before he crossed them, he was a little prince of this royal family, every road was so familiar that now when he closed his eyes, he could still recall the situation back then. It's just a pity that with the progress of history, those familiar faces have returned to heaven, and he was lucky to save his life because of the crossing. But the major events of the past have not been forgotten.

A long time ago, he wanted to come in and have a look, but he was so busy that he couldn't find the time.

Now, he finally found time, and he had passed several times in the seemingly identical palace and seemingly similar intersections, but he had not lost his way at all.

Finally he stopped in front of a palace, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, the air here was full of stale turbidity after years of claustrophobia, and when he entered the door, a cold air came straight towards people, it was a kind of cold that could make people feel the cold to the bone, every palace here, because it had been uninhabited for a long time, was covered with dust and looked old. Only this one is exceptionally clean, not only is there no dust, but there are not even insects and ants, and there is even a strange aroma.

It must be because of that treasure, he can't remember how many years ago, some time before the crossing, the elders of the clan exhausted their manpower and snatched a mysterious treasure from another country, and led the internal chaos war for this treasure, but it was suddenly crossed.

At that time, he could only be regarded as a nobody, among a bunch of elders and patriarchs, he had no right to speak, and he didn't even see the shadow of this treasure.

After the crossing, although I heard the people in the clan mention it many times, I didn't have the chance to see it, but I vaguely heard that the thing was called Wuji.

After Ye Huang lit a flashlight around, he found that there were many candlesticks in it, he picked up a lighter and lit these candles one by one. Now the presidential palace outside is all his diehards, and he is not worried that someone will break in, you know, it has taken him two years to get to where he is today, and it is extremely not easy.

After the candlelight is lit, the whole hall is lit up, in the center of the empty hall, there is only a bronze tripod, there is a five-headed ancient beast above the tripod, the beast face is grinning, the face is hideous, these five beast heads symbolize the five elements such as gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, he doesn't remember the key in his memory, after a little thought, he pressed it according to his own thinking mode.

The five beast heads slowly concave in a certain order, and after the last beast head retracted, there was a bang, and the ground cracked, and a pitch-black hole appeared.

A cold air came out of the center of the earth, he tightened his clothes, took a candle and walked down the tunnel, in fact, he could also hold a flashlight to illuminate, but the candle was more useful, if the oxygen below was not enough, the candle would go out automatically. Therefore, the candle is also equivalent to an indicator of the oxygen content of the air, if the oxygen content is not high, he can withdraw immediately, after all, the underground has been closed for hundreds of years, and no one knows what will happen.

The further down you go, the more chilly it gets, as if the whole person is walking towards an ice vault, and the steps are soon coming to an end

The center of the earth seemed to be made of jade, and a mist formed by cold condensation permeated from the ground, which made the surroundings look gloomy and a little permeating.

The light and visibility of the candle were limited, he could only see eight bronze tripods in the distance in a circle, surrounded by something in the middle, the cold air floated too high, everything seemed to be immersed in the mist, like a fairyland, he took the candle, walked into the tripod array, and slowly circled in front of the round thing. This should be the legendary Wuji.

When he saw it, he was stunned, because it was a mirror, but the mirror was amazing, it could reflect the surrounding scene, but it could not reflect his image. He reached out and slowly touched the mirror, and something strange happened.

Another scene appeared in the mirror, with his bedroom in the background, he was lying on the sofa with a dagger in his chest, a woman in a red dress, her hands were bloody, she covered her face and trembled. After a long time, she suddenly raised her head, and it turned out to be Long Ling'er.

He was so shocked that he retracted his hand instantly, and after the hand left the mirror, the image in the mirror disappeared in an instant. However, the picture just now was deeply reflected in his mind.

Could it be that the beauty of this Wuji lies in being able to predict the future, but why did Long Ling'er kill him