Click on the [System Log], which is densely packed with records of energy consumption.

The vast majority of them are the consumption of the ring to travel through the world, and only a few records have energy replenishment, which shows that in the absence of recognizing the owner, this ring can only choose to eat the old book most of the time.

Yi Shu quickly swiped through these records and pulled them to the bottom.

I saw that the penultimate record at the bottom read:

[Use the function to refine the fake and become true, and consume 135231 energy]

Hiss –

Does it take so much energy to manifest spiritual power?

Yi Shu hurriedly flipped it up, and found that most of the food taken out during the previous test only consumed about 0.1-3 energy, even the earliest pistol only consumed 5 points.

It's less than a fraction of the spiritual power......

Sure enough, I found a treasure!

Yi Shu nodded, then looked at the last record.

[The energy is too low, the trigger function time and space shuttle, and the energy consumed is 100]

Well? Time travel only needs 100 energy?

Yi Shu was stunned at first, and then quickly clicked on the information interaction, inquired about the consumption of reverse crossing, and soon got feedback on the ring information.

[Target number D563145, it costs 100 energy to use the function time and space shuttle]

Sure enough, the energy consumption of traveling back is also 100!

And he now has the energy of 454, which means that he can travel back to the original world at any time if he wants.

Yi Shu's face showed irrepressible joy.

He thought for a moment and asked again about the speed of time in the two worlds.

[The target number is D563145, the space-time coordinates have been recorded, and you can return at any time]

A smile appeared on Yi Shu's face.

Space-time coordinates, obviously, are not only spatial coordinates, but also temporal coordinates.

If he understood correctly, the ring could take him back to the point in time he had just crossed.

Yi Shu was overjoyed, but for the sake of safety, he still asked in the way of information interaction, and only after getting a positive answer did he completely feel at ease.

Since that's the case, there's no rush to travel back.

First, exercise the skills you just gained in this world, and find a way to replenish energy by the way.

And......

The smile on Yi Shu's face gradually faded.

At the moment when the ring recognized the owner, the surging spiritual power seemed to rush through a dusty door, making him gradually recall a forgotten memory-

It was a summer vacation in junior high school, and his best friend Kanefa Xiao died in front of him.

I was immersed in the joy of recognizing the Lord of the ring, and I couldn't take care of this memory.

But now that he came back to his senses, Yi Shu sensed that something was wrong.

In his original memory, his friend Wang Xin died suddenly while practicing, but in this new memory, Wang Xin died in the public toilet next to the basketball court.

"Someone has touched my memory."

Yi Shu frowned and pondered, and soon remembered an ordinary face.

At Wang Xin's funeral, this person found him privately and said that he had something to talk to him about.

And the inflection point of memory began with this chat.

What the hell was talked about?

Yi Shu frowned, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that this memory was blank.

But after awakening his spiritual power, he can even recall the picture when he was born, how can he not remember a conversation?

The only explanation is that there was no dialogue between the two.

The first time he accosted the other party, he had already been tricked.

“…… Hypnosis? No, it's an ability? ”

"Sure enough, the secret on the blue star is not simple."

"Let's check it out when we get back!"

Yi Shu stood up, rubbed his still hungry stomach, got up and pushed the door open and walked out.

……

……

And when Yi Shu was researching abilities and rings, there was also a conversation in the living room.

On the sofa in the center of the living room, the old man in a black coat, Bai Mingtu, was holding a pipe in his mouth, crossed his legs, and looked at a newspaper called "Every Mirror Newspaper" with relish in both hands.

On his left, He Liudong, a young man in a white coat, was slowly making tea.

"Tsk, it looks like this kid is still a big fish."

Bai Mingtu sighed in his mouth, and there was a playful smile on his energetic face.

He Liudong blinked when he heard this, and echoed with great insight: "Master Bai, how do you say this?" ”

Bai Mingtu laughed, slapped the newspaper in his hand on the table, pointed to the newspaper and said: "Stirring up the storm in the entire underground world of New York with his own strength, indirectly causing Solaso to assassinate Vidor Corleone in advance, is this a big fish?" ”

He Liudong was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly looked at the headline of "Every Mirror".

The famous "godfather" Vidor Corleone was actually assassinated on the street!

Looking at the big black and white portrait on the headline, He Liudong couldn't help but ask, "When will it be?" ”

"Just yesterday." Bai Mingtu snorted and said, "I said that the Tartaglia family is like crazy, mobilizing so many people to confront us, it turns out that it is to escort their conspiracy!" ”

After speaking, Bai Mingtu shook his head.

These ghosts really think too much, the relationship between the New York Hongmen and the Corleone family is good, but that is compared to other mafia families.

If it is a ghost infighting, it is too late for the children of Hongmen to watch the play, how can they help?

"Adong, you haven't answered my question yet? Is this a big fish? Bai Mingtu asked with a smile.

"Count! Absolutely! ”

He Liudong replied decisively.

Bai Mingtu laughed for a while, and then he didn't know what to remember, and sighed softly.

I have to serve the old!

I think that back then, when he took his brothers to open the church in New York, it was called a majestic man, and there were thousands of younger brothers under him, and there were no less than 100 men who were willing to draw lots for life and death, who dared to despise him?

But now, old and weak, retired and secluded in Chinatown, with only a few blood relatives under his hands, even such a big thing as the assassination of Victor Corleone can only be known from the newspapers.

When Bai Mingtu was babbling about his old age and declining strength, He Liudong said on the surface, 'Bai Ye is still in the prime of life', but he didn't know how many times he rolled his eyes in his heart.

What old age and weakness, it is all put on the surface for others to see!

As Bai Ye's confidant, He Liudong is well aware of Bai Ye's influence.

Of the nine halls in Hongmen, New York, six of them are all Bai Ye's old subordinates.

If it weren't for Zhao Tang's financial power, and the three cousins who followed him loyally, Bai Ye wanted to go out of the mountain again, and it would only be a few phone calls to ascend to the throne again.

This time the news lagged behind, firstly, the infighting of the ghost guy was irrelevant to them, and it was just a show.

Second, there is also part of the reason for the Tartaglia family, this group of ghosts suddenly went crazy in the middle of the night, and Hongmen needed to mobilize manpower to defend the territory, most of which were the territory of Bai Ye's old subordinates, so naturally Bai Ye's old subordinates would guard it themselves.

"Grandpa, I'm here!"

Hearty laughter came from outside the living room.

Bai Mingtu and He Liudong turned their heads to look, only to see Feilong in a black practice uniform walk in, followed by a young man in a black T-shirt.

"I just took Brother Yi to the back kitchen to eat some noodles, it shouldn't be too late, right?"

"Brother Yi?"

He Liudong looked strange and turned his head to look at Yi Shu.

Yi Shu's face remained unchanged, and he nodded: "In the next Yi Shu, Taishan people." ”