The car slowed down, and Li Huan took out a test report in front of the seat to take a look. It took a lot of effort to get it, my own hair, bones, blood, DNA testing.

He was immersed in this research report almost full-term, searching the Internet all day long, as if he had become half a medical scholar. For some reason, he was faintly disappointed and unbelievable at this conclusion.

The rearview mirror reflected the gray hairs on his temples, and he thought that these gray hairs might only be able to expand day by day in the future. If so, what else can't be put down?

The car drove straight onto the runway inside the red wall and made seven turns before coming to a stop on a lawn.

The lawn is completely green, giving it no winter feel at all. Li Huan and Dazhong got out of the car, and on the opposite side, a familiar old servant was waiting there, with a respectful demeanor, but there was habitual vigilance in his eyes.

Dazhong was at the door, the old servant took Li Huan a few steps forward, the elevator opened, and the two entered, Li Huan immediately felt that there was darkness in front of him.

With a "dang", the door opened, the old servant pulled the bell, and the ebony door slowly opened automatically, and Li Huan walked in without thinking.

Lao Bai was reading a book with a magnifying glass, Li Huan walked over, and he didn't raise his head: "Li Huan, read this paragraph to me." ”

Li Huan picked up the book, it was the secret history of the palace written in the lost Xianbei language that recorded his life experience. Without thinking about it, he read it again, finished it, closed the book and put it on the table.

Lao Bai was overjoyed: "I finally understand this book of heaven." However, the content of the record is not unusual. How do you know this kind of writing? ”

"I dreamed about it." Half-jokingly and half-serious, he took out the wrong golden bow and crossbow, "You are studying archaeological artifacts, how powerful do you think it is?" ”

"Theoretically, its power should be decaying. However, in this world, miracles always exist......" This was selected by Ye Pei from here to give to Li Huan at that time, Lao Bai completely remembered, his eyes became very sharp, "Li Huan, why do you know this font?" ”

Li Huan also looked at him, the two looked at each other, Lao Bai moved away a little, as if a fierce and evil person met another fierce and evil person, and his momentum was a little uncontrollable, and his voice was half a point lower: "Li Huan, what is your origin?" ”

Li Huan didn't answer, his eyes swept over all the furnishings in the room, and landed on a single-edged dagger about seven or eight inches long. He walked over, pulled out the scabbard of the dagger, the dagger was refined with a hundred gold, although it had been thousands of years, the edge of the blade had been blunt, but the heavy air was even more desolate. There was also a faint trace of blood on the dagger, which had been scratched on Feng Feng's neck and dripped on it, and after thousands of years, it had turned into cyan red.

He took the dagger and casually walked to Lao Bai's side: "This dagger is mine, I want to take it away." ”

Lao Bai felt an extremely strange feeling, and nodded involuntarily, as if the man opposite was really the owner of the unearthed cultural relics in this room.

Li Huan picked up the dagger and looked at it again, close to his hair, and immediately, several hairs fell out, which was a strange gray and black intertwined silver white. He sighed: "This dagger is blunt, originally, when it was so close, it should have dropped a wisp." ”

Lao Bai looked at the few hairs on the table in a daze, and when he raised his head again, Li Huan had already turned around and walked to the door, and without saying goodbye, he took the dagger and left.