"It turned out to be the ...... of Taiqing Palace"

Director An was silent for a moment, and in front of Han Zishi, he dialed Zhang Shenke's phone.

The relationship between him and Zhang Shenke is not a secret, it has been truthfully filled in the personal relationship file, and every time he goes to the Taiqing Palace to incense, there is a report record.

Agents do not and cannot have privacy.

When you consciously hide it, danger is coming.

At this time.

Not long after Zhang Shenke quit the dream game, he had just finished entertaining a wealthy businessman from afar, and he wondered whether he would step down as the head of the house.

Compared to the other old people, he has too little free time.

No matter how lonely the Taiqing Palace is, it is also the ancestral garden of the Daomen, a 5A-level scenic spot certified by the Federation.

Ordinary pilgrims and tourists have acquaintances to deal with, but often the powerful and wealthy come to visit Zhang Shenke and ask for advice on the Tao Jingyi.

Now Zhang Shenke can proudly announce that it is not any psychological counseling, but a real immortal method of concentrating!

In the dream world, after a few days of rushing to Laoshan Mountain, taking the path of Mingxia's real disciple Xuanyi, Zhang Shenke successfully entered the Shangqing Palace.

He didn't have Xuanyi's super-standard treatment and cultivation talent, and after learning the exercises, he could only practice penance on his own.

Now that I don't have enough time to practice the Dao, how can I still be willing to deal with mundane affairs.

Buzz!

The phone vibrates.

Zhang Shenke looked at the caller, his heart suddenly burst, and he connected the phone with a little weakness.

"Director An, long time no see."

"yes, long time no see. These days, due to a network incident, I have a headache and brain swelling, and I plan to go to Taiqing Palace to incense, quiet and quiet. ”

Director An's voice was clear and slightly cordial, and there was no difference from before.

Zhang Shenke's brows were furrowed, although he failed to attract qi into his body, he was also transforming towards the extraordinary.

The first step of the mortal path to the transcendent will also give birth to some miracles, such as telepathy is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

- Director An knows about the dream world nine times out of ten!

"In this way, during this time, I have a quiet talisman here, which is definitely drawn by a real person from the Daomen, with mana to protect the body, and to avoid evil spirits!"

"Can that drive away demons?"

"Of course you can!"

"Since this is the case, it is disrespectful, the contribution of the Taiqing Palace, the Federal and Security Service is in the eyes."

"Thank you Director An for your support!"

"Each other, each other!"

The two talked about something else, as if they were confidants in life, and after reluctantly hanging up the phone, they both scolded the old fox.

Zhang Shenke hurriedly summoned his senior brothers, and he concluded that the Security Bureau had already known that Daomen had entered the dream world.

At the same time, Director An also confirmed Han Zishi's speculation.

"Zishi, the Intelligence Section is doing a good job! It's a great idea to activate this path from the brain computer and monitor the dream world! ”

"It's hard to determine the total number of gamers at the moment, but we can limit the number of subsequent entrants!" ”

Han Zishi was unmoved in the face of praise, and after reporting his work, he turned around and left, continuing to investigate the Lord of Dreams.

Back in front of the supercomputer workbench, I caught a glimpse of one more thing next to the wolfberry thermos cup.

Palm-sized bronze tokens.

"The heavens?"

Han Zishi didn't know the two gods, but the first moment he saw them, he accurately came to mind.

There was a string of numbers behind the quaint token, which melted into an inscription in the palm of his hand the moment Han Zishi picked it up.

If you hadn't seen the changes of the Heavenly Order, the red lines in the palms of your hands, the size of broad beans, seemed to be an innate birthmark.

"Lord of the Heavens!"

……

Texas.

Night falls.

The Kasbah of the Bruch family.

Limited edition sports cars, out-of-print classic cars, parked in thousands of square meters of parking lots.

The people who got out of the car were all enthusiastic, calling them brothers, even if they secretly wished that the other party would be killed by lightning immediately, so that they could inherit more property.

The Bruch family has been inherited for hundreds of years, when Texas was still full of kingdoms, and the aristocracy secretly controlled the power.

The wealth accumulated over a dozen generations is terrifying, and if it weren't for the strong request of the current patriarch, everyone was enjoying the wonderful nightlife, how could they come to this boring and empty suburban castle.

It was the old butler who greeted the masters, young masters, and ladies, and his expression was a little flustered.

Handmade suits are pleated, and before, the old butler walked for decades in a delicate style, and never allowed a hair to be combed unevenly.

"Patriarch Bruch, waiting for you in the auditorium."

The old butler did not tell them that it was not old Bruch who was waiting for them, but Pullman Bruch, who had only taken over the governorship of the patriarch only a few hours earlier.

The Great Hall of the Kasbah.

A place of collective prayer for the Bruch family.

It is dedicated to the first religious deity of the Blue Star, the Holy Lord.

The old aristocracy that has been inherited for hundreds of years, and pious faith is also one of the aristocratic etiquette.

When I entered the auditorium, I saw the courteous Pullman Bruch, who was concentrating on admiring the statue of the Holy Lord.

This statue of the Holy Lord has been handed down from 300 years ago, with a height of more than five meters, and it took the Bruch family to pay for the best sculptors of the year, and it took several years of hard work to carve it.

It not only represents the heritage of the Bruch family, but also is a priceless treasure.

"What qualifications do the hypocrisies of the present world have to be worshipped?"

Pullman's voice talking to himself was clear to everyone's ears.

"Pullman, what are you talking nonsense? This is the human incarnation of the Holy Lord, and you dare to blaspheme with your words! ”

A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes shouted and scolded Pullman.

He did have this qualification, one of the sons of old Bruch, the best of the younger generation in the Bruch family.

It is now the twenty-third century, and the aristocracy has long since lost the rule that the eldest son must inherit the family, and the capable can go up and the weak go down to ensure the interests of all the Bruch family.

Everyone is a partner of a company who is connected by blood, and the family property is the property of the company, how can the heir be a waste.

The other members of the Bruch family looked at the two half-brothers with a smile.

Most of them support handsome men.

Eric Bruch is indeed a business genius who can lead the Bruch family's fortune to the next level.

In this era, who has a grudge against money?

Not to mention Pullman Bruch, the son of a maid, who heard that the fanatical study of ancient magic was a joke of the noble Bruch.

"Eric? It seems to be the name, listen to the old fellow, you are the evil seed of him and his cousin. ”

Pullman's face is unusually feminine and handsome, with elegant manners and personable demeanor, like a character from a comic book.

"Pullman, you're looking for death!"

Eric's face was gloomy, and he made up his mind that he would find someone to kill the bastard when he returned.

People always have to die, and it may be a good thing for him to die early and listen to the teachings of the Holy Bishop early.

"Death? I give it to you! ”

Pullman's legs strained, and the force of the explosion propelled his body to move at high speed, leaving an afterimage in place.

The five fingers spread out and turned into a foot-long bony claw that pierced through Eric's chest.

With a gentle pull, the blood-sparkling bright red heart was still contracting and expanding.

Eric's eyes dimmed instantly, and his mind was still thinking about finding someone to kill Pullman, and he didn't feel the pain of death at all.

Pullman inhaled deeply, and his feminine and handsome face showed morbid enjoyment.

"I love the taste of blood and souls!"

First-Order Demon Spell - Blood Alchemy!

The bright red heart instantly withered, and along with Eric's corpse that fell to the ground, it was drained of blood and qi in the blink of an eye, turning into a dry corpse that had been buried in the ground for decades.

An icy aura fused into Pullman's body, making his power even stronger.

"What an addictive power!"

Pullman's voice was low and gloomy, revealing this elegance and nobility, cold and greedy gaze, sweeping over the family members, like a hungry wolf staring at cattle and sheep.

The twisted and weird feeling made the members of the Bruch family present feel like falling into hell.