Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Unfortunately, under Chen Ze's careful inspection, he found that although the prisoner cow was dead and not stiff, its spirit had eventually dissipated, leaving only an empty shell.

I wanted to stuff it into the storage bag along with the other dead dragons, but the Chiki in the bag reacted violently, making a fuss as if seeing an enemy, and could not stop for a moment.

Helpless, Chen Ze could only seal the eldest brother of the Long family into the Xuanzhi Jade Seal.

In the end, Chi Qi had no objection, but Ya Zi, who was already in the jade seal, started to fight with Fu Xi even more fiercely.

Listening to the few words that Yaizhen took the time to hand out, it seemed that the prisoner cow was possessed by Fu Xi and fed to the world as a scapegoat.

Well, evil will be punished. These dragons are tricking people here and there, and no one can figure it out.

So far, there are only three dragons left: Chaofeng, Pulao and Bifan.

Chen Ze looked towards the Qinling Mountains, thoughtfully.

More than a month has passed.

On a certain luxury cruise ship.

The banquet was going on on the spacious deck, and there was no shortage of wine, food, and beauties. However, the guests all wore masks, as if a masquerade was being held.

However, there was no one dancing in the venue, not to mention there was no dance floor. Even if everything was available, with the big bellies of these distinguished guests in the venue, I am afraid they would not be able to perform any novel tricks other than being shaky.

As they drank wine, scarlet wine swayed in the glass.

"Cheers!"

when.

After the two clinked glasses, one drank it all in one gulp, leaving only the corners of his mouth a little bright red.

Before the drinker could react, the attractive and watchful waiter walked over with a fragrant breeze.

The snow-white silk wiped half of his fat face and dipped away the bit of wine.

It was a simple movement, but the waitress, whose eyes were amused, did it as slowly as picking flowers and leaves, as if she would not stop until her graceful figure was fully revealed.

Beauty's pretense, the effect is natural and extraordinary.

Until she left with the tray in hand, the bloated drinker, who was covered in fragrance, was still distracted, thinking about the astonishing ravine he had just seen.

"Hey, buddy." The person who just clinked glasses with him said teasingly.

"Stop salivating."

This man was as skinny as a monkey, standing next to a fat man who looked like a pig brother.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The fat man quickly adjusted his expression, but still sighed,

"That's a real stunner!"

"Yes." The thin man swung the wine in the glass carelessly.

"But that's all."

"Don't forget the grand finale tonight."

The wine in the glass is just a sip, and the beauty has no time to look at it.

So what is the "grand finale" that makes the skinny guy with astonishing experience care so much about it?

"Gulu."

The fat man obviously lacked the ability to control his expressions and couldn't even cover up the sound of swallowing saliva.

But even if his manners were so bad, the fat man was still one of the distinguished guests at this banquet.

Nothing but money.

Rather than saying that he has no money, it is better to say that Fatty is used to having the whole world revolve around him.

He doesn't have much ability, he just was reborn well and his father is rich and doting.

Compared with him, the thin man across from him who made his fortune from scratch was on the other extreme.

But here, in the present situation, they did not stand out at all.

The guests here are either rich or powerful, of course, most of them are both.

Just as they were thinking about it, the whispers around them gradually stopped, and the fat and thin people looked solemn at the same time, and followed the others in the direction of the cabin.

Standing at the door was a man in a black suit with an oriental face. He looked around at the guests and waved.

The waiters and waitresses quickly left.

I waved again, and someone immediately came up from behind me and handed me a tablet.

"Then the auction will officially begin."

What else could a group of powerful people do on a boat in the middle of the night?

Either looking for fun, or naturally talking about things that are not convenient for the public to see.

Such as auction money laundering.

So what follows is a well-known process of auctioning rare treasures. The boring rich people spend a lot of money, make mistakes and make mistakes, and squander large amounts of money with clear or unknown origins.

Until the convener of the banquet appeared.

Several men in black suits opened the way, and with the sound of rolling wheels, a wheelchair was gradually pushed out from the shadows.

Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man with almost all his hair falling out, a stooped figure, and gray hair.

"Oh, God".

A dying old man actually aroused the admiration of all the "nobles" in the room.

Many people clutched old photos, old newspaper clippings and even oil paintings that seemed very old at first sight, and their eyes flicked back and forth between the old man and the objects at hand.

In the end, one fact was confirmed.

This old man is exactly the person in the picture!

In old photos from fifty years ago, in newspaper clippings from more than a hundred years ago, in oil paintings from centuries ago!

This is an immortal!

After a person has lived to a certain extent, experienced all kinds of glory and wealth, experienced all kinds of things in the world, and experienced every scenery on this planet, what can he be troubled by?

life!

The more you enjoy it, the more you fear the endless emptiness behind the end of life!

Therefore, it was this old man who attracted a ship full of dignitaries from thousands of miles away!

To be precise, it is the secret of longevity mastered by the old man!

After the exclamation, the room fell into a long silence.

It is unimaginable that these powerful people, who are accustomed to having no scruples, would behave like this, walking on thin ice, even humble to the point of flattery.

The moment they recognized the old man's identity, all the Dachau nobles seemed to have been stripped of all status in an instant. They even breathed subconsciously, for fear that they might accidentally do something wrong and let this precious opportunity slip away from their eyes.

But after an unknown amount of time passed, the fat man, who still had the simplest mind, suddenly became excited and raised his hand.

Like a primary school student in class, but no one laughs at him.

So with everyone following closely, the fat man took out a piece of paper and read in less than standard Mandarin,

"You, the palace lord of Xuanxuanhu Palace, are you?"

In the wheelchair, the old man's turbid eyes, which were always lowered, turned slightly, looked at the fat man, and then nodded imperceptibly.

The movement was very light, but it was impossible to ignore it with all the eyes on the audience.

In an instant, there was another gasping sound.

verified.

The old man in front of me is the immortal who is the master of the mysterious Xuanhu Palace!

The crowd gradually became excited and began to rush towards the old man, but was stopped by the people in black suits standing in a row around him.

"Check the identity first." You said in a black suit.

Check identity?

Who do you think we are?

But as soon as they thought that the secret of immortality was right in front of them, all the guests suppressed their anger and honestly checked the personnel list with the black suits.

Even though they gave in, the men in black suits seemed to be deliberately causing trouble, and their movements were surprisingly slow.

Many people's mouths were dry as they waited, and they gradually couldn't control their usual temper. Just when they were about to get angry, their steps suddenly became limp and their bodies became inoperable.

Ugh?

Why are there more and more of these black suits?

The double image in front of them became more and more shaking, and every part of the guests' bodies were sore and weak. The strong and turbulent sleepiness penetrated the nostrils through the fragrant wine fragrance, and penetrated into the eyes through the emotionless sight of the people in black suits.

Until there was a loud bang.

The world suddenly disappeared into darkness. On the deck, the guests were dizzy one by one, and soon they fell to the ground like fallen wheat stubble.

The men in black suits no longer covered themselves up, and immediately took out ropes, hoods and other restraints from the cabin, and treated these dead dog-like guests one by one.

In fact, these powerful people who dare to only board the ship must have made preparations to protect their assets in case of unexpected events, in addition to their many experiences in the past.

Xuanhu Palace's move of setting up a trap and forcibly kidnapping seemed to be killing the goose that laid the goose, and it was not a wise move no matter how you looked at it.

But that is based on the premise that we can raise chickens and obtain eggs in the future.

Xuanhu Palace is almost finished!

He is about to be uprooted by the Hidden Immortal Society!

It’s time to pack up the gold and silver and run away!

Therefore, all the people in black suits are very quick and never waste any time. However, things go against expectations and hiccups occur unexpectedly.

"Boss!" A man in a black suit who was squatting down for a body search shouted loudly.

"There's something wrong with this guy!"

Soon, other men in black suits with highly nervous expressions gathered around with guns.

"What's wrong?"

"His joints are so hard! I can't break them apart or tie them up!"

"How can it be"

A leader in a black suit dressed slightly differently muttered and knelt down to look.

"Isn't this good?"

With a skillful twist, the leader tied the thin guest's hands and feet behind his back, and then looked questioningly at the reporter in the black suit.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"No." But facing the knife-like gaze, the man in the black suit didn't even raise his head. He just lowered his head and stared blankly at the guest's face.

"No. Why, no."

"What did you say?" The leader's tone was quite impatient.

"He seems to be." Hesitating in the black suit's tone, he suddenly exclaimed like a silver bottle exploding.

"Not on the list!"

"This person sneaked in!"

Almost at the same time that the black suit exclaimed in surprise, the guest who was lying on the ground like a dead pig suddenly opened his eyes, which were extremely round, as if they were about to bulge.

Do not!

It doesn't seem like this man's eyes are popping up and inflating like bombs waiting to be detonated!

Fraud?

Something exploded!

The people in black suits who came around to check the situation were all dead souls and were about to retreat.

But my feet are not very responsive.

Looking down, he saw that the "companion" in black suit who had gathered them in the first place was squatting on the ground, pulling everyone's legs and feet with a grin!

This person is also cheating!

"Disperse!" Only the leader suddenly pulled away and rolled out, shocking everyone.

But the next moment.

Rumble!

The fire exploded with thick smoke!

Is there anything worse than a spy mixed in with the kidnapped meat ticket?

Have.

That means there is more than one spy.

Da da da da da da——

boom!Boom!

In just an instant, the luxurious yacht banquet was occupied by chaos and smoke.

The expensive drinks on the tray were knocked over together with the exquisite cups, and they were broken into pieces. The white tablecloth was stained with stains, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or fine wine.

The suspicious liquid rolled and rolled on the table, and then flowed down the cracks and dripped to the blue lobster on the ground, which had taken an unknown amount of manpower and material resources to appear here.

In fact, the mutated blue lobster is not much different from the ordinary lobster, and even the carapace often has a strange smell.

But it is rare and expensive, so it is naturally the favorite of the upper class.

As for whether the taste is just meat, who cares?

Now this turn of events has saved this lucky guy from the fate of having his meal on the plate. Like the people who were supposed to enjoy it, the wine went down his throat, making the pair of big tongs seem even more red.

However, before he could enjoy the peak of his life for long, a hard shoe sole fell from the sky and mercilessly trampled it into pieces.

Then several more leather shoes hurried past.

Click, click

Well, might as well be eaten.

Those in black suits who stepped on lobster shells also had a hard time.

Even the elegant demeanor that he maintained when he fell out and was kidnapped has disappeared. Even the grass and trees are in a panic, and he is afraid that when he hears any movement, it is a ricochet flying from somewhere.

He almost accidentally hurt his companions at every turn.

But often the next moment, the friend with a friendly face would take out his pistol and shoot indiscriminately.

Too much!

There are too many enemies!

Who is undercover? No. You should ask who is not!

There are undercovers everywhere!

The sound of gunfire, whether far or near, never stopped for a moment, and was occasionally mixed with one or two loud explosions, which almost broke the sensitive nerves of the surviving black suits.

And in such a chaotic situation, the only relatively calm corner on the yacht was probably only around the old man in the wheelchair.

As the master of Xuanhu Palace, the security around the old man is naturally extremely tight. Dozens of bodyguards surround him at all times, never leaving him even half a step away.

Therefore, at the beginning of the accident, the bodyguards remained calm and escorted the old man to the stern of the ship to escape in a spare speedboat.

Although from time to time there were "guests" kidnapped on the road who either exhumed corpses or directly acted as human bombs, causing a lot of trouble.

But fortunately, the bodyguards were outnumbered and they were all elites, so there was no danger along the way, and they arrived at the stern of the ship to prepare a lifeboat.

While waiting, the bodyguards were on alert and coldly fired at anyone who dared to approach.

No distinction is made between friend and foe.

Because when they saw the explosion of fake guests that were obviously made from "human transformation" technology, the bodyguards already understood that the problem lay with themselves.

The Xuanhu Palace has been infiltrated.

After spending all day inserting spies into other people's homes, Xuanhu Palace finally experienced the feeling of being betrayed.

"The ship is ready!"

With a loud shout, the bodyguards all breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the emergency stairs being laid out bit by bit, everyone felt relieved a little.

then.

A gunshot rang out close to my ears.

boom!

boom! Bang bang bang bang!

Even among the personal bodyguards, there are also undercover agents!

Just when everyone was focusing on the pass on the stairs, the undercover rebels and opened fire. In an instant, an acquaintance fell down with blood on his forehead!

He actually avoided the bulletproof vest and focused on the head!

"Fuck!" The elite confidants who stayed close to the old man yelled angrily. They were faster with their hands, raised their guns and shot, but unexpectedly more bodyguards turned against him.

In an instant, the only calm corner on the yacht was completely detonated, just like the string of bubbles that exploded violently when a pot of porridge finally boiled.

After a bloody battle.

Bang.

The bald man fell backwards and hit the railing at the edge of the deck hard, panting like a broken bellows.

"Ha! Drink, ha! Ha!"

The hairless head showed his identity as the strongest bodyguard, but he was the only one left beside the old man. (End of chapter)