The real problem is not money, but how to do it secretly, launch an artificial satellite in the other world or something.

This kind of thing is not as unusual as before, and it is impossible to say that it will not be eye-catching like decorating and adding a few pieces of furniture in your own home, and it is not a small project.

And the satellite does not mean that as long as a satellite is launched to go around in circles, it requires a complete set of systems, if there is no ground communication equipment, that is, satellite earth stations, then it is a scrap metal.

Of course, if you want to take advantage of this kind of technology, then this question is always unavoidable.

Either it is to accumulate experience from now on and derive and develop a set of technical systems for the use of heterotopic planes; Or maybe it's combined with the occult and tossed some kind of satellite-like purpose...... A product of magical technology?

Anyway, it's better to act now, if you drag it out, there will definitely be no results, you have to do it.

Mo Chen thought for a moment, then stood up and slapped the map on the table casually, turned around and walked out of the shrine.

The southern European magic world is being twisted together by him little by little, becoming a powerful force, and no longer a plate of loose sand. But that wasn't enough, he needed a huge, violent machine.

Of course, this is now on the right track, and after the new rules are introduced, all the magic associations and mystical people in southern Europe can only go in the direction he has set within this framework.

After the exemplary role of the Qinghong Magic Association came into play, this giant machine was completely formed.

Mo Chen doesn't need to do anything now, that's why he's so bored. He's still good, that guy Tony is already crazy, Mo Chen shouldn't have told him the news so early.

That guy was restless every day, and he just wanted to kill him immediately, happily wielding his demonic sword that cut through everything in the world.

It's a pity that the power of the god who crosses the world is in Mo Chen's hands, so no matter how anxious the "Sword King" is, there is no way to split the dimensional wall and directly enter the battlefield he has in mind.

The reason why Mo Chen stayed in the Renjian Shrine all the time was also to avoid that annoying guy.

The guy was like a child, he didn't have any patience at all, and he came over every day to annoy him, hoping that he could go over and see it in advance if he didn't follow the plan...... In the words of that guy, I want to go over and see the customs and do my homework by the way, so as to prepare for the smooth implementation of the plan in the future.

Definitely not to cause trouble!

Mo Chen just sneered at this, if that guy really went over, the plan would be destroyed directly, and the mythical battlefield would definitely be opened up in advance...... As long as his brain doesn't break, he will never be able to let this humanoid husky pass early.

However, after hiding for a few days, Mo Chen is also a little annoyed now, it is indeed a little difficult to have nothing to do, even Kikyo and Hitomi are busy with their own things, either refining medicine or maintaining the enchantment.

What is it to do nothing? Understood Tony's feelings a little, of course, Mo Chen didn't plan to change his mind, he was just going to find something to do for himself.

"I remember that there was an old man's consortium that had such a company under its name...... Whether you want to light up this tech tree or not, let's collect the debt of the Holy Trinity first. ”

The Trinity Organization has become a virtual entity, after all, the full membership has basically disappeared, and only a very small number of people have survived for some reason.

However, it did not completely disintegrate, and the form, framework, heritage, and larger external membership of the organization were still intact. There won't be any problems in the short term, and it won't go away.

It's a long-standing and large-scale multinational organization, and now is a good time to swallow it and digest it thoroughly, turning it into your own.

Mo Chen specially prepared a good entry point for this matter-

There are a few old guys from big families and big conglomerates, and the reason why they were able to get out of the vegetative state was not because of luck, nor because of their wisdom and strength, but simply because they were chosen as an entry point.

……

……

Harriman Murphy was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his bedroom, pulling back the curtains, looking out at the mountains and forests with the help of the early morning dim light, listening to the sound of spring rain.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, when he always liked to listen to the wind and rain outside at night under the covers, and the deep house always seemed to be so sturdy that it could block all the wind and rain, and bring an indescribable sense of security to young boys.

Now, back to this old mansion, which can be called an ancestral home, the mood is completely different.

Irritability, unimaginable irritability, a sense of uneasiness pervades the heart.

The familiarity could not override the uneasiness, for no other reason than the fact that his father had brought back the other siblings with him...... Maybe it was because of the previous coma, the old man was afraid that he was just going to explain the aftermath and really choose an heir.

The decision to return to the ancestral house seems to be a tradition, and Harriman knows it, but the problem is that his father has brought all his siblings back!

What does he want to do? Could it be that he always thought that the position of the heir who had been captured was unstable?

In the past, the ancestors brought back a chosen heir back to the ancestral home, and I had never heard of the situation where my father brought back several children together as he did now!

Did that old guy wake up from a coma with a broken brain!

He doesn't even know who saved him?!

"Maybe it's not really the heir who decides......

Angry and anxious, Harriman comforted himself, but he still felt heavy in his heart, and he, a man in his thirties, inevitably contracted some common addictions in a long-term stressful environment.

So, he turned back to the table beside the bed, and from the delicate and gorgeous cedar wood humidor, which looked like a high-end or even high-quality cigar, he took a cigar out of his ear, and gently rubbed it with his index finger and thumb.

Then, his other hand, which was so familiar that as if instinctively, drew a special long wooden match.

Because the lights were not turned on, the fire in the darkness seemed a little bright. After extinguishing the flame of the match, Harriman slowly exhaled the smoke, feeling the irritability in his chest weaken slightly.

But, in the next moment-

Boom——!!

The man's hand shook, he was startled, his scalp was numb, and the cigar in his hand fell directly.

It was as if the sky had suddenly exploded, and the sudden terrifying thunder shook the entire mountain forest and even the ancient mansion standing in the midst of it, lighting up the entire gray sky and waking up the sleeping people.

Harriman was fine, he couldn't sleep and got up early, but now at dawn, his siblings were mostly still asleep.

This sudden deafening loud noise almost made them tremble, and some people rolled out of bed directly, making a spirit's body tremble.

"Sons of the Beach!!"

Harriman was stunned for a moment, and then was about to curse angrily, but the next moment, he was stunned. He stared at the wall in front of him, shuddered as the light and shadow quickly faded.

Although the demonic flash of the thunder and lightning was very short-lived, the blinding light was enough to vividly cast the shadow outside the window on the wall in front of the man.

Harriman couldn't comprehend it, for the shadow on the wall wasn't just a shadow of himself or something else that should be in the room, but an extra figure, and the shadow dragged long.

He felt as if someone had suddenly appeared in the room, right behind him, right on the windowsill, staring at him with a terrible gaze! And it is very clear, the shadow seems to belong to an old man with a slightly clumsy body......

- It's scary!

"Who! …… What a person!! ”

Harriman's cold sweat instantly rushed out, and the state that he had just felt relieved and improved collapsed directly, he subconsciously yelled and quickly turned around.

However, the lightning and stone fire, life and death change, impermanence is rapid, and the demonic thunder is fleeting and disappears in an instant.

The room was dim again, the glimmer of light outside the window allowed the man to see vaguely, he saw nothing, he was alone in the room, and the position of the windowsill was even more empty.

However, the terrifying shadow just now still remained on his retina, as if it would be engraved in his soul forever.

It took several minutes before he slowly walked over step by step trembling all over, biting his lip and not daring to make a sound, only to see that the scenery outside the window had returned to that situation.

“……”

“……”

The gray and misty feeling of the sky just dawning, the gentle spring rain is still continuing, and the faint chill of the steep is permeated in the ancient mountains and forests outside.

Calm.

Peacefulness.

It's as if nothing had happened.

But Harriman was sure that he was not mistaken, and he gasped violently, and walked to the window step by step, and grasped the windowsill with trembling hands, for fear that something terrible would suddenly snatch him from the outside.

The reason why this room belongs to him is because the view here is very good, overlooking the highlands and mountains where the ancestral mansion is located, and even the helipad in the distance-

After all, the nearest town is also a hundred miles away, and this is already a very remote place. If it weren't for the Murphy family, which is also where the ancestors lived, it would be difficult for this big house to be preserved and maintained so intact.

Harriman, however, was sure that something had just appeared outside the window, even between him and the window, that is, ...... Appeared directly in the room.

The chill outside slowly seeped in, making people creepy.

After a few seconds of stunned, the man suddenly seemed to be crazy, quickly closed the window, locked it tightly, and then closed the curtains hard!

Then he turned and ran to the bedside, lit the bedside lamp and touched the lampholder switch nearby, and turned on the chandelier in the room as well, the bright light gave him great comfort.

Although his body still trembled uncontrollably, Harriman could at least breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked around in horror, and suddenly felt that the familiar feeling of the big house had receded like a tide, and all that was left was the smell of antiquity, the sense of mystery, and an indescribable and incomprehensible abomination.

Come to think of it, this house is located on a remote steep hillside, there is nothing near the house, and the village countryside dating back to centuries ago has long since disappeared, why does this house still exist?

It towers desolate in the wilderness, staring at everything around it with ill will, as if it were a symbol of some unspeakable horror.

What secrets are hidden in this big house?! Why did their ancestors go to great lengths to keep it?!

There are also the various traditions of the family, which also seem incomprehensible now...... Is there really something wrong?!

Speaking of which, when I lived here when I was young, I also felt some fear, but I forgot it with time, and it is only now that it is recalled. The strange trees that twisted and grew around, the pale weeds, and most of them were empty, dark rooms......

The garden was covered with mossy damp stones and damp sticky brick walls, and the bare grass seemed to struggle to grow normal plants. Then there are cold, damp cellars, where moisture and fungus gather, and the air is always filled with a disgusting smell.

At this time, Harriman only felt that the memories of his childhood were flooding back, and his face was a little frighteningly pale.

He vaguely remembered the fear he had felt when he was younger, the sickly appearance of the ominous plants and trees, and the strange atmosphere and smell that permeated the ancient and mysterious house.

By the way, when I came back, my father also said meaningfully that the person who can discover and accept the secrets of the family is the one who can really inherit the family.

Now it seems that this is clearly the ......

That's right! The ancestral house is obviously not normal here!

This discovery immediately made Harriman feel extremely resistant, and he just wanted to flee from here as soon as it was dawn.

In fact, in fact, everything is normal, but he has just passed the fright of that supernatural phenomenon, and now his mind is inclined to this direction, and naturally his brain will make up for it everywhere......