The fog was thick and the visibility was low. Li Xianyu could not see his surroundings. He could only see the white fog that was frozen in the air.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the depths of the fog. Li Xianyu judged that he was in an empty and closed environment.
Where am I?
He looked down and was shocked to find that he could not see his own body. Other than the fog, there was more fog.
A dream?
A dream with an incomparably clear consciousness?
Li Xianyu was no stranger to this. He had experienced this before. He had a clear sense of self in a dream. That was the first time he had seen his biological father, Li Wuxiang, after going back in time.
What would he see this time? Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the fog in front of him suddenly ripple. A man in his thirties walked out.
He had handsome facial features, sharp eyes, a tall stature, and a small gap on his left eyebrow.
It was Li Xianyu's dead biological father, Li Wuxiang!
We meet again, Dad. What will you tell me this time?
Just as Li Xianyu was thinking about this, Li Wuxiang walked out of the fog and looked around. When he saw Li Xianyu, he was shocked and shouted, "What's that?!"
The dream ended here!
Li Xianyu opened his eyes. He was not in the familiar room. Above him was the sky and below him was the Bosch building.
Am I dead or am I in a Yin Spirit state? He looked around himself. His body was translucent. He was floating above the Bosch building. He could not feel the wind or the humidity in the air.
This was probably what it felt like to have a Yin Spirit state. But I haven't cultivated it yet.
He decided to return to his physical body first. His Yin Spirit dived down and penetrated through the reinforced concrete building. He soon returned to his room and saw himself sleeping soundly on the bed.
He knocked into it.
His vision blurred. He knocked through the bed and the wall, knocking into Great-grandmother's suite next door.
The light in the living room was on.
It emitted a dim orange glow. A laptop was placed on the study table. The screen was frozen, and the two bright red words "FAIL" were particularly eye-catching. The mouse was thrown onto the table.
As it turned out, even with Great-grandmother's hand speed and mechanical skills, she couldn't save her teammates.
Li Xianyu thought about the current situation. I don't think I'm a scammer. There are no scammers in our team. Everyone is a genius with strong awareness and excellent mechanics. We can only blame our opponents for being too strong.
Two Sovereigns were hard enough to deal with, and now there was Beck Richardson.
The future was difficult.
He didn't think too much about it and rushed into the bedroom to look for his healer. His Yin Spirit was unable to return to his physical body and this made him anxious.
Recently, Li Xianyu had been in contact with his second personality too much. This made him a little afraid that he would also be separated. He could not return to his physical body because his physical body was occupied by another personality.
Without opening the door, he went straight into Great-grandmother's bedroom.
The light in the room was soft. The lamp on the bedside table was the only source of light, and the brightness was set to the lowest. It cast a thin veil over the interior of the room.
Great-grandmother was wearing a singlet and a pair of pink underpants that reached the base of her thighs. She held the blanket between her legs, and her buttocks were pushed back. The perfect line of her buttocks was perfectly outlined.
Both her legs were straight and taut, without a trace of excess fat. When it came to her waist, the lines suddenly narrowed, making her small waist so thin that it couldn't even be held.
My clairvoyance only takes one look. Just one look.
"Great-grandmother?" After feasting his eyes, Li Xianyu floated to the bedside and tried to wake Great-grandmother up.
Great-grandmother ignored him.
"Great-grandmother!" He emphasized.
"Great-grandmother!!!" he shouted.
Great-grandmother was in a very good sleep. She didn't even turn over or frown. This made Li Xianyu realize that Great-grandmother hadn't noticed him at all.
The Yin Spirit was a phenomenon that occurred when one's mental strength was condensed to a certain extent. It was essentially mental and would produce mental waves.
Li Xianyu guessed that Great-grandmother couldn't detect him. He left Great-grandmother's room and went to San Wu's room next door. San Wu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, cultivating her Qi.
This girl always made Li Xianyu's heart ache. He wanted to dote on her, but he couldn't do it. You can't pull an emotionless blockhead to bed.
That was something only an otaku would do.
Next to San Wu was Qing Huizi's room. It was brightly lit. She hadn't gone to sleep after leaving her room. She was sitting in front of the computer learning how to make up. No wonder her makeup tonight was so cold and charming.
She put on light makeup, but her lips were painted bright. It gave a strong visual impact to men.
In fact, Li Xianyu liked this.
However, the women around him didn't like to put on makeup. Even a prodigal like the Thunder Battle Concubine would only buy some expensive skincare products instead of makeup.
All of them felt that they were born beautiful. Makeup was something that ordinary people did. They didn't need it.
He turned and went to Zhanhime's room and Hua Yang's stepmother's room. Stepmother didn't have to stay in his body. She actually had a physical body. It was the body of a female officer of Japan's Tenjin society.
Stepmother took it by force. She usually stuck talismans on it to preserve it. Occasionally, when stepmother wanted to eat and experience the feeling of being alive, she would use this body.
When Li Xianyu woke up at night, he found that Hua Yang was no longer in his sea of consciousness.
Stepmother's room was also brightly lit. She leaned on the bed and watched TV. Watching TV was one of her few hobbies. She loved Japanese and Korean dramas. Because love was very sad and beautiful. It was very suitable for her.
In this aspect, domestic dramas couldn't satisfy her.
"Stepmother!" Li Xianyu shouted. Unsurprisingly, the Fallen Angel couldn't see him.
My current state is really a divine tool for peeping, he thought, trying to find joy in his misery.
This is not Yin Spirit. My state is very strange.
Li Xianyu restrained his impatience and carefully felt his own state.
After a while, he opened his eyes and took a step back. The scenery around him changed. He came to Zhanhime's room. Zhanhime was sleeping soundly.
He took another step back and found himself in Qing Huizi's room. His scoundrel cousin was learning makeup. She had just reached the stage of drawing her eyebrows.
Li Xianyu's pupils shrank.
If he remembered correctly, Qing Huizi was also drawing her eyebrows.
He thought of a possibility and quickened his steps. He went to San Wu's room, Great-grandmother's room, and his own room.
Qing Huizi, wearing a silk nightgown, was lying on top of him. Her smile was charming.
I'm traveling through time. No, I'm going back in time. I'm going back in time in another way. I'm out of the shackles of time. In the state of Yin Spirit, this is a sign that the fruit's power is recovering. But I, I can't affect reality. Li Xianyu had no more doubts.
If I can't affect reality, then … then what's the use of jumping out of the shackles of time?
At this moment, he felt a strong sense of exhaustion and his consciousness became blurry.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the familiar room. It was dark and Qing Huizi was no longer beside him.
He was awake.
Li Xianyu did not say anything. He lifted the blanket and rushed out of the room. He came to Qing Huizi's door and pressed his hand on the doorknob. He used his Qi to shake open the door lock.
Qing Huizi, who was in the room, was shocked. She frowned and looked over. When she saw that it was Li Xianyu, she immediately revealed a charming look. "Have you thought it through?"
Li Xianyu ignored her and looked at the computer screen. Coincidentally, the video taught him how to draw eyebrows.
"Little cousin?" Qing Huizi called out.
Li Xianyu was about to speak when he suddenly felt a headache. He pressed his forehead and shook his head. He said in a daze, "Eh, why am I here?"
Qing Huizi, "???"
I seemed to have gone back in time. This is a sign that the fruit is awakening. But why am I in Qing Huizi's room?
He realized that he couldn't remember.
At the same time, he began to forget the experience of going back in time with his Yin Spirit. All that was left was the impression that he could go back in time as a Yin Spirit.
Qing Huizi looked at his back view and was at a loss.
The Buddha head had passed away.
The news spread quickly the next day and shook the Blood Kin World. Even though the Blood Kin World had been in constant news since last year and the people had developed a certain level of immunity, the sudden news of the Buddha head's death still shocked them.
The Buddha head was 90 years old and had been a Ji Daoist for decades. Many people grew up listening to his stories. The old monk didn't have many stories. But that didn't stop the Blood Kin from respecting him.
For as long as they could remember, they knew that there was a Ji Daoist in the Blood Kin World. He was the president of the Buddhist Taoist Association and the leader of the Buddhist sects.
From a certain point of view, the Buddha head was their life. It was their view of the world. It was a solidified, great image.
Such a person had suddenly passed away without any warning.
Even those who had experienced great storms and waves were stunned and dumbfounded.
"This must be fake news, right? How could the Buddha head pass away? Although he was old, a Ji Daoist has a long lifespan. The Buddha head was also a monk and rarely fought with others. It's normal for him to live for more than a hundred years. "
"Similar news would come out in a few years. It's not surprising. It must be fake."
At first, the comments on the Internet were all doubtful. But the news was quickly confirmed. Someone posted a picture of a funeral at the Lianhua Temple. The thousand-year-old temple was covered in white mourning clothes. There were countless monks and Taoists worshipping the deceased.
"Really, he really passed away?"
"That's impossible, that's impossible!"
"There's no Ji Daoist in the Blood Kin World. There's no Ji Daoist anymore."
After that, the whole Internet was in an uproar. Every Blood Kin website was discussing this matter. Almost all the Blood Kin were paying attention to it, asking for an explanation.
The Buddhist Taoist Association didn't give a clear explanation.
But Bosch posted a long article at noon: # Birth of the Ambitious: Beck Richardson Betrayed the Covenant #
The article described that when the Blood Kin World was invaded by the Ancient Demon and was in turmoil, Beck Richardson, the president of the American Superpower Association, swindled the Kusanagi in the name of support and joined forces with the Ancient Demon to kill the Buddha head.
It was earth-shattering!
"Beck Richardson joined forces with the Ancient Demon to kill the Buddha head? Is it true? Why would he do that? "
"To protect the position of the American Blood Kin World's number one Blood Kin in the world?"
"The Kusanagi is the official artifact of Japan. It's said to be indestructible. It almost killed Peerless War Soul in the Pantheon Temple. If it's it, it won't be difficult to break the Buddha head's invincible golden body."
"Baker Richardson's whereabouts are still unknown. Everyone has heard of it. Is there anything anyone can say? Bosch is really useless. Let's search for Beck Richardson all over the country and kill him to avenge the Buddha head. "
"I've long disliked the Superpower Association. You want to fight, right? Come on, I'll accompany you to the end."
"I'm in the United States. The Blood Kin on my side are boiling. Someone is organizing a team, planning to give a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye. I'm ready to join. "
"What does Bosch mean? Do you want to fight or not? Just say it."
With Bosch's announcement, the popularity of this matter was pushed to the peak, to the global Blood Kin World.
The fall of an extreme Dao was a big event that could shake the entire Blood Kin World. Just like the fall of the Pope last year, it had become the hottest topic in the Blood Kin World.
After all, there were only a few extreme Dao Masters in the Blood Kin World.
But this time, the situation was a little different.
The death of the Pope was a clean-up, an internal matter of the Vatican. The bystanders were just watching the show. However, the fall of the Buddha head was a murder, and the murderer was the president of the Superpower Association.
As the number one and number two group in the Blood Kin World, this matter was too big. It might even be a world war in the Blood Kin World, and it might even affect social order and international relations.
Underground fifth floor.
The elevator door opened, and Li Xianyu walked out of the car expressionlessly and came to the confinement room where the Superpower Association's aid team was being held.
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