The Lord of Reincarnation

"Then...the last question, you and the name of your sect."

Fang Xian secretly shook his heart.

In this world, there are too many hidden existences, special ancient gods, and sleeping ancient rulers.

Even the Keeper's Headquarters doesn't have complete genealogical records.

And now, he seems to have discovered a very extraordinary sect.

This silver-masked man is definitely a strong man. If they fight against the keepers, they may not be able to deal with it.

"Creator Mission, you can call me 'Silver Wing'!"

Mr. Silver Wing pressed his chest and bowed, his figure sank into the void.

This time, Fang Xian did not intercept again.

He looked around, sighed suddenly, activated the secret key, and returned to the villa.

Love was still there, with Mr. Walter lying beside him.

Everyone else fainted, and they didn't know how long they would sleep.

"Finally... what happened?"

Love has completely restrained his ghoul symptoms. When he saw Fang Xian coming back, he asked with a dry voice.

"It's nothing, a heretic rescued it..." Fang Xian shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly smiled: "That's not what you want to ask, is it?"

"Why did you attack the branch? Are you... depraved?" Sure enough, Luo Fu stared at Fang Xian with a complicated expression, and asked.

"To get rid of that annoying old man, it's as simple as that." Fang Xian spread his hands, "As for the keeper, I don't have any hostility."

Love let out a long breath, and he couldn't believe it: "A few months ago, you were an ordinary person... Your talent is really amazing. Next... What are you going to do?"

"This, I should be asking you..." Fang Xian said with a smile: "If you choose to surrender to the secret keeper, I will flee as soon as possible... Besides, after you die, I will lay flowers on your grave .”

"I……"

Love looked at his palm.

Although it was covered with a human skin, he could clearly feel the 'inhuman' hidden underneath.

It has to be said that this is a kind of irony for an investigator whose lifelong ambition is to keep secrets and protect, but finally degenerates into a different kind.

"I...I want to go out for a walk alone. Maybe before, I cared too much about some things and lived for others. This time, I want to live for myself." Love took a deep breath and made a decision.

"very good."

Fang Xian nodded. He originally wanted to pull Love into his sect, but now that he thinks about it, he might as well forget it.

He stepped aside, mentioned the unfortunate Walter, and decided that it would be better to hypnotize him to forget what happened during this time.

"What about you? Are you going to stay among the keepers?"

Love watched Fang Xian hypnotize Walter and asked.

"Me? Probably have to break away from the keeper and start chasing the real goal..."

Fang Xian replied.

His goal has never changed, and that is to regain his tribulation power and take another step forward on the road to eternal life!

The rich knowledge gained from the secret keeper's headquarters has given him a certain way of thinking.

...

"Congratulations on your discharge, Vivian!"

Wearing a lady's attire, Vivian had to maintain a polite and hypocritical smile to deal with each guest.

Thankfully, the bandages on her arm were finally removed and she was released from the hospital.

To this end, her parents also specially held a banquet to celebrate.

Well, Vivienne's family conditions are quite good, her father is a professor of history at Semir University, famous for her archeology, and her mother is the only daughter of a rich man.

The combination of knowledge and wealth bears the sweet fruit of love.

At least, Vivienne felt that her parents were doing well.

And under the influence or leadership of her father, Vivienne has been interested in some strange records in history since she was a child.

For some unknown reason, her father has always strongly opposed her access to this content, and even did not allow her to enter the study to study those rare materials in the history circle.

But it doesn't matter.

Vivienne has enough pocket money to search for all kinds of information she wants.

Among these actions, her brother Joan played an important role.

Although most of the items brought back were fakes, which almost defrauded my sister of all pocket money, but one of them was genuine, which was enough to pay back the fare.

After dealing with everyone, Vivian found an excuse to go back to her room and lock the door.

After closing the curtains, Vivian impatiently tapped her fingers on the table, making a very peculiar rhythm.

This is the agreed upon code. During the recovery period in the hospital, the gentleman she met taught her how to summon her own messenger.

Vivian felt her inspiration was touched, she looked towards the corner of the room.

There, a vortex was forming, and a Windhound ran out, opened its mouth wide, and spit out a thick letter.

She took the envelope, praised the messenger, sat upright, and began to study the information on the letterhead with the attitude towards the entrance examination.

"Dear Ms. Vivienne, that mentor has contacted me again. He taught me a set of methods to maintain my sanity called 'Spiritual Stamp'. I think it is very effective. I will share it with you below..."

This is a letter from Smith.

'It's great...I'm worried about my spirit's inevitable slip into the darkness after casting the spell...The teacher's knowledge is really rich and profound, are all the apostles of our lord so powerful? '

Little stars almost appeared in Vivienne's eyes.

'Mentor', this is the code name they gave to that gentleman together.

The other party connected believers who were like isolated islands together, taught them the knowledge of summoning messengers and maintaining reason, and their character was as noble as a saint.

Boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The startled Vivian hurriedly hid the letter and messed up her clothes before opening the door and said dissatisfiedly, "It's not a gentleman's behavior to disturb a lady's changing clothes."

She had already guessed who it was.

Sure enough, a red-haired young man stood at the door with a slightly embarrassed expression: "Vivienne... Congratulations on your recovery, um... Actually, I have some news to share with you."

He is Joan, Vivian's older brother, a mischievous villain.

"What's the matter? Don't show me how many more girlfriends you have..." Vivienne rolled her eyes: "Otherwise I'll tell them one by one that when you were young, you burned off the director's hair and were spanked by your father." scandal..."

"That's not it……"

Joan shook her hands wildly: "I want to say..."

He moved closer and lowered his voice: "The one you are most interested in... Father recently auctioned off a copy of Haimin's diary, and he is locking it in his study, studying it without sleep or food..."

"Sea people, fishermen? They still have diaries?" Vivian expressed her surprise.

"Our father still has this kind of discerning vision. He must be someone important among the sea people...it is very valuable for studying the history of fishermen in ancient times." Joan blinked: "I hope you like me one's gift!"