The Lord of Reincarnation

Aboard the Heart of Ocean Blue.

There were a lot of passengers, and the sun was shining brightly at this time. Most of them gathered on the deck, admiring the scenery where the sea meets the sky.

Seagulls flew gracefully in the blue sky, and there were a few calls from time to time.

"Maenke Harbor in the Mist Islands is a very prosperous place with a good view, attracting a large number of businessmen and tourists..."

Fang Xian looked at the people on board.

Gentlemen and ladies stood together and chatted elegantly. Girls in princess dresses and boys in jeans ran past laughingly and together with their parents, forming a warm family scene.

Fang Xian smiled lightly, looking at this scene, suddenly feeling a little emotional.

His experience in the past few months has completely separated him from society.

These ordinary people never know what kind of undercurrents are turbulent under the seemingly peaceful life.

'Wait a minute... I'm not the only one who is going to the headquarters for further study. Considering the timing...Among these people, maybe there are my colleagues? '

Fang Xian suddenly thought of another thing.

With this in mind, he re-examined everyone on the deck.

A sailor with little culture, a businessman with a little money, a warm family of four, a handsome old gentleman, a lady with a camera around her neck...

'Is it not, or is it hidden too well? '

He sighed secretly: "It's really inconvenient without the induction of tribulation force and the mysterious view of Daluo Cave..."

To be honest, Fang Xian has always been somewhat resistant to ocean voyages.

After all, judging from the information he knew, it seemed that a certain ancient ruler was sleeping in the sea.

The environment of a ship is the same as that of an airplane. Once something happens, there is no place to run.

However, after mastering the secret key, he didn't care much about it.

At this time, looking at the blue sea, Fang Xian didn't know why, but always felt that the blue sea was too deep, so deep that it was almost pitch black.

'In a way,

If the sea is drained, isn't it the greatest abyss? '

Fang Xian's thoughts diverged, and he began to daydream.

"I love the sea, it always cheers me up."

At this time, a pleasant voice suddenly came from the side.

It was a lady wearing a vest, a peaked cap, and a camera hanging from her chest.

Her dress is masculine, giving people a tomboy feeling, with short blond hair, and eyes full of curiosity and desire for the outside world.

A tabloid reporter was Fang Xian's first impression of her.

At this time, the tabloid reporter extended his hand in a friendly manner: "Videlly...freelance writer, traveler, nice to meet you!"

"Luoka... writer." Fang Xian stretched out his hand and shook each other's hand: "We are half of colleagues..."

"I've always wanted to switch careers as a writer, but it's too difficult, especially the requirements for grammar and my own literary accomplishment..." Vidaly laughed heartily.

"Yes……"

Fang Xian shared a few words about literature at random, and when the time was up, he bid farewell to the lady and returned to his cabin.

'A woman who feels like a cat...'

He lives in a single cabin. Although the environment is cramped, it is already treated first-class. After closing the door, he can't help but think in his heart: 'A chance encounter while traveling? Or something else? '

...

Facts have proved that Fang Xian's inspiration has always been accurate.

At dinner, he was sitting in his seat, carefully dripping lemon juice on the pigeon meat, and Vidal led another person to sit opposite him: "Roca, we meet again."

She greeted her very familiarly: "This is my new friend, Eric, a psychotherapist!"

"Hi, I'm Eric, to be precise, I'm a psychiatrist by profession!"

The man named Eric was in his twenties, dressed in a gentle and delicate manner, wearing a pair of glasses, and said with a smile.

"Rocca, writer."

Fang Xian nodded, as if he knew each other.

He had some doubts that these two were also investigators, and he had heard his name somewhere, so he came over to get to know him.

Unfortunately, because of the damned secret keeper contract, Fang Xian couldn't say anything about the investigators before the two of them voluntarily revealed their identities.

Otherwise, it would be equivalent to voluntarily leaking secrets, and it would be a slight stain.

"I heard that the coral reefs of the Mist Islands are very beautiful, and there are some ancient ruins on the island. I have long wanted to travel."

On Vidalie's dinner plate was a steak smeared with black pepper sauce. She skillfully cut the food with a knife and fork, and quickly stated her purpose: "As for Eric... there is a rich man who invited him with a lot of money One visit."

She seemed to be familiar with Eric, and even found out the other party's purpose.

The meat and vegetables on Eric's dinner plate are evenly matched and arranged neatly. He is a man with a great quality of life. At this time, he smiled and said: "That is a generous gentleman... Well, he has some psychological problems I need treatment, but I hate traveling, and there are no good psychiatrists in the Mist Islands, so I am invited to see you."

The three chatted like friends.

Fang Xian said that he was just out for a trip, looking for inspiration by the way, and was immediately applauded by Vidalie, and strongly invited him to explore the ancient ruins together.

This made Fang Xian a little suspicious that this woman was someone sent by the Falling Star Sect.

But he knew that this might not be a big deal.

Because the bald old man who turned into a monster and died last time is a big shot in the listening faction, and he is in charge of this area.

In the past, it was also because of his insistence that the heretics pursued Roca relentlessly.

Theoretically speaking, after he died and that stronghold was pulled out, the Fallen Star Cult would not have any special interest in Roca.

As for hatred? There is a high probability that it will still be counted on the keeper.

"Speaking of which, do you believe... that there are supernatural forces in this world?"

Vidal took a sip of the fruit wine, her cheeks blushing with excitement: "I heard that there are traces of supernatural power in the Mister Islands, and I want to explore them."

Fang Xian was taken aback, thinking that this was an ordinary person full of curiosity.

Go to the Mister Islands to pursue the mystery? It's okay if it fails, but if it succeeds, wouldn't it be carried into the secret keeper's base camp and directly incorporated or supervised?

"I don't believe in supernatural power. It may just be some potential of the human body, but we haven't discovered it..." Eric smiled: "I have done some similar research, such as subconscious memory, and the sixth sense... They're all pretty fascinating, and if we can master them, they're really indistinguishable from superpowers."

"Really?" Vidal became interested: "Eric...then can you try to hypnotize me?"