The personal master of the beautiful president

"This is……"

Seeing the great medicine of life in his hand, Thomas was taken aback, and couldn't believe that Lin Bei would give him such a great gift.

In this secret realm, there are many dangers, and almost all the medicinal pills stored by the strong men were used up in the first few days after entering the secret realm.

Every real pill is extremely precious, almost equivalent to a life-saving magic medicine.

Thomas has always felt that he and Lin Bei are using each other, and never thought that Lin Bei would give him this real pill.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous, eat it quickly." Lin Bei said lightly.

"Hehe, thank you very much." With a chuckle, Thomas swallowed the true pill without hesitation, and then entered a state of meditation.

Lin Bei smiled faintly, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind and adjust his state.

In the early morning, Ye Qingtian and the others opened their eyes, only to see that Lin Bei was still meditating.

Several people looked at each other without speaking, silently waiting for Lin Bei to wake up.

"Brother Lin, are we really not going out today?" After Lin Bei woke up, Ye Qingtian asked Lin Bei first.

Lin Bei nodded lightly, and he glanced out the window, "Soon, we may encounter strong men from the Angel Clan, whose strength may even exceed that of the Bright Clan. At that time, a fierce battle may be unavoidable."

"Moreover, besides the Angel Race, there are many other variables. Our situation is very bad. So we must be more cautious and adjust our state to the best first."

"Okay, as long as you have plans and plans." Ye Qingtian nodded.

According to Lin Bei's plan, several people rested for another day.

In the early morning of the next day, everyone Shi Shi ran out of the shelter.

"Thomas, you must arrive at your destination today."

"Don't worry, it's not far ahead, and we'll arrive soon." Thomas nodded.

After eight hours of continuous running, Lin Bei and others came to a shelter.

"This is it?" Lin Bei pointed to the shelter, a little surprised.

"The location I sensed through bloodline tracking is right here. And the scene that emerged in my mind is this shelter." Thomas replied.

"Okay then, let's go in and have a look." Lin Bei nodded.

Entering the refuge house, the furnishings of this refuge house are no different from those of the previous refuge houses.

A bed, a wooden table, and a wooden chair are very simple.

"Young Patriarch, the door of this refuge house cannot be closed." A strong member of the Bright Clan said to Thomas.

This refuge house was not used by other people, and it was reasonable to close the door, but the strong man of the Guangming Tribe tried several times, but he couldn't close the door, so he had to give up.

Lin Bei looked around the room for a week, looking inside and out several times, but he couldn't see any tricks.

"Thomas, have you gained anything?" In desperation, Lin Bei had to give up and asked Thomas.

"Me neither." Thomas frowned.

He carefully recalled the scene that appeared in his mind at that time, and did not miss any details, but it was still fruitless.

Lin Bei took another look at Ye Qingtian, Master Wuji and the others. They all shook their heads at him, but didn't find any clues.

"That's strange." Lin Bei frowned.

His gaze fell from the wall to the wooden bed, then moved to the wooden chair, the wooden table, and finally stopped on the piece of rice paper spread out on the wooden table.

On this rice paper, several ancient and mysterious characters were written, and there was a writing brush beside it.The brush should have been placed for a long time, but the tip of the brush is still wet and can still write.

Lin Bei waved to Thomas, "Thomas, come here, can you understand these words?"

Thomas raised his head to take a look, then his eyes wrinkled tightly, "What kind of text is this, why have I never seen it before?"

"You haven't seen it either?" Lin Bei almost frowned.

Afterwards, Ye Qingtian and the others stepped forward to take a look one by one, they all shook their heads, expressing that they couldn't see the way.

Just when everyone was about to get discouraged, a voice like a silver bell suddenly came, "This seems to be the language used when the Vatican was first established."

Hearing this voice, everyone turned their heads away, only to see that the person who spoke was Su Jinghuan.

"Ms. Jinghuan, do you know this character?" Lin Bei asked.

Su Jinghuan shook her head lightly, "I only know that this is written by the Vatican, but I can't read it."

Hearing Su Jinghuan's words, everyone was discouraged again.

This is very difficult.

They worked hard to come here, thinking that they were about to succeed, but they didn't expect to be stopped because of the language barrier.

"There must be a way," Lin Bei squeezed his chin, "Since you don't understand this text, then directly trace the origin of this text. Reshape the scene where this text was left, maybe there will be a solution .”

As soon as he said it, Lin Bei directly opened the wooden chair and sat down. He put his right hand flat and pressed it on the rice paper.

Afterwards, he slowly closed his eyes, and the method of deduction began!
A wave of power from the law of heaven penetrated into the rice paper.It was as if countless needles were inserted into the person's body and began to draw the person's blood.

However, what Lin Bei learned was the experience of the rice paper.

As more and more memories were extracted, a blurry picture slowly appeared in Lin Bei's mind, which was the scene from who knows how many years ago.

It was a very strangely dressed person. He sat down slowly on the wooden chair where Lin Bei was sitting, then spread out a piece of rice paper on the wooden table, picked up a brush, and wrote down slowly. this text.

Then, the scene changed, and many strong men came here one after another.

That is the strong man who entered this secret realm before.

They all stayed in front of this piece of rice paper for a while, carefully trying to figure out its meaning, but without exception, they all returned to nothing.These people don't seem to know the mystery on the rice paper, they just regard it as a simple shelter.

Until a group of people entered the room, these people seemed to be from an organization.Everyone has a powerful and sacred wave of true energy on their body, and an inviolable halo exudes around their bodies, showing their extraordinaryness.

On the right chest of their clothes, there is also a pattern of an angel with a sword.

People of the angel family!
After these people entered the refuge house, they didn't wander around like brainless flies like those strong people before, but walked straight to the wooden table, raised their hands and grabbed the brush, and wrote a few ancient and obscure words in a flying motion. , Then, I saw the leader of the Angel Clan raised his hand and placed it next to the inkstone...

When the picture came here, Lin Bei suddenly felt a pain in his brain, as if something was about to tear his brain open.

This intense pain caused the scenes he deduced to be blurred.

But even so, Lin Bei persisted bitterly.

"You angels, do you want to stop my deduction with the power of the law of this secret realm? Then you underestimate me, Lin Bei!" Lin Bei gritted his teeth.

His eyebrows twitched, and the mighty law of heaven spewed out at this moment, condensed into a sharp long sword, pierced through the law of the secret realm fiercely, and forcibly tore a hole out.

In an instant, the blurry picture in Lin Bei's mind became clear again at this moment.

He saw the next move of the Angel Race.

He saw the mechanism in the shelter.

He saw where the Angel Clan was going.

He sees all...