2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

In medieval Europe, whether in cities or villages, there were always vampires, werewolves, ogres, etc., as well as many undocumented monsters, whether human or beast, running rampant in the dark places.

Some ancient families who also had special abilities took on the responsibility of hunting monsters and protecting ordinary people, and were called "Hidden Ones" by history.

Among them, the Bazel family was once a very powerful hidden family. However, with the development of the times, no matter how powerful the family is, it will gradually decline.

By the late Qing Dynasty in China, the once famous Bazel family had been reduced to a little-known maritime chamber of commerce group, and there had been no "hidden ones" with powerful powers among their clansmen for several generations.

Therefore, the current patriarch of the Bazel family felt that it was time to completely abandon the family's centuries-old secrets, completely forget the past glory, return to ordinary human society, and live a stable life in peace and contentment.

During a trade voyage, the patriarch took the "Demon Hunter" armor that had been handed down from generation to generation, symbolizing that extraordinary history, and sold it to an equally ancient and noble family in the mysterious Eastern country.

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"It's just that the patriarch of the Bazel family probably didn't expect that the family in that great eastern country has now declined to only two direct bloodlines." The young man's slightly bitter voice came from the front, and was blown away by the howling wind in the blink of an eye. shred.

Yan Muyun, who was sitting in the back, did not answer, but was thinking about the characteristics of the pitch black armor that the other party had just mentioned.

"Demon Hunter", this is a pair of armor specially forged to fight against those powerful monsters. Each part of it contains the ability of a certain generation of the extremely talented invisible person of the Bazel family.

The helmet's ability is "discrimination", which can accurately identify special beings disguised as ordinary humans from the crowd. This is specially designed to find those vampires and werewolves who like to hide in the dark corners of human society and act just like ordinary people. And this ability now helps Zhan Lewen to quickly find those "infected people" who have been parasitized by spores.

The breastplate's ability is "Sting". Because the physical strength of monsters is generally very powerful, and not every hidden person has the attack ability that can easily kill them, so it is designed to cause the maximum damage to monsters at the minimum cost.

The ability of the left gauntlet is "Quietness". The reason why hidden people are called hidden people is because while hunting monsters, they also need to hide the movement as much as possible, reduce witnesses, and maintain the stability of ordinary human society. This ability can develop a strange force field with a radius of ten meters, completely isolating the sounds from the outside and the sounds inside.

Zhan Lewen relied on this ability to kill many "infected people" in the busy city, and the process was almost never noticed by the surrounding residents. There was only one accident. He didn't expect that a single woman had a dog in her room. The dog suddenly ran into the living room. Due to the intrusion of outside creatures, "silence" failed, so the woman's scream came through.

It was that time that he was seen by a young agent from the Special Investigation Department who could travel through mirrors, and he was almost captured on the spot by the superpowers who came from behind to support him.

The reason why he was not caught is because of Zhan Lewen's own ability [Bone Attachment]. As long as he sees someone within ten meters of his sight with his back turned, he can briefly possess that person's back.

Yan Muyun knew that the other party did not tell all about his abilities, at least the ability to change the material of objects, and how the armor was integrated into the human body. But he didn't care, knowing this was enough.

Zhan Lewen, who was driving a motorcycle in the front, was still telling: "The 'Demon Hunter' armor was decided by the third-generation patriarch of the Bazel family to start making it. The method was to let every Hidden clan member with special abilities carry or wear one. Parts are passed down from generation to generation, until after death, this part acquires their abilities and becomes an inheritance. For example, the helmet is the ability of the younger brother of the fourth-generation Bazel clan leader, and the breastplate is the ability of the seventh-generation leader who died young. The ability of the genius hidden person..."

"A real heritage item." Yan Muyun suddenly felt a little emotional. He finally understood why the authorities called some items with magical abilities a heritage item. They contained the will of their predecessors.

"Is it expensive?" The girl's voice sitting behind him came out muffledly from the helmet.

"Of course." Zhan Lewen nodded: "If my ancestors hadn't bought this set of armor, I would have been rich for who knows how many generations now."

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The motorcycle speeds through the city, nimbly weaving in and out of self-driving traffic, like a mouse running on the assembly line of a soap-making factory.

Finally, after driving off an overpass and turning into a busy street, the motorcycle began to slow down and finally stopped.

"Wake up." Zhan Lewen frowned, raised his shoulders hard, and pushed away the head pressing on it.

"Ah?" Yan Muyun raised his head and looked around blankly.

"I can sleep so well." A pair of small white hands stretched out from behind, grabbed his face and rubbed it hard.

The three of them got out of the car. Zhan Lewen hung his helmet on the handlebar. His handsome face was slightly raised, covered with frost: "This is it."

Yan Muyun followed his gaze and saw that it was a private hospital with a large area and a very nice environment. On the high-rise building in the center hangs large letters emitting red light, "Chenjing Shenghui International Hospital".

"Hospital?" Yan Muyun never expected that his destination would be here. He originally thought that the villain's base camp was usually in a high-end club where people indulged in wealth and wealth, such as Black Umbrella's Peach Blossom Garden.

But immediately he felt a little relieved, because he thought about Cao Keke's previous experience of "turning your body into the most perfect shape it should be." Thinking about the other effects of the "red spores", such as curing disabilities and permanently maintaining health, the business scope does partially overlap with that of the hospital.

"Haha... In that case, let's go in and take a look." Yan Muyun yawned widely, then took out a tube of light blue potion about the thickness of a thumb from his pocket and plunged it into his arm.

Zhan Lewen saw that the moment the medicine was injected, the eyes of the young man who was still sleepy and listless suddenly became clear, and the temperament revealed in his whole body was like a different person.

If he hadn't known that the other party was a student of Chenjing College, he might have thought that the light cyan potion was some new type of drug that could stimulate the human body's potential.

After his brain became clear, Yan Muyun's five senses became sharper and he captured many details that he had not noticed before.

"Someone is following us." He said softly with a slight frown. He immediately turned around and looked at the shadow of the distant street that was not illuminated by the street lights, and said loudly: "Come out."

However, there was no response, it was extremely quiet.

Yan Muyun gently tapped the red transistor on his left wrist and squeezed out a drop of blood. Then his left forearm turned an abnormal dark red color, and fine black lines appeared on the surface of his skin.

Zhan Lewen, who was standing nearby and watched the whole process of the change, took a deep look at him, thinking that indeed, none of the students who could enter the inner courtyard of Chenjing Academy were simple.

This is a new skill that Yan Muyun has mastered through recent practice. He uses a very small amount of blood to use part of the alien's abilities without completely alienating his body.

"Snapped."

With a clear snap of fingers, a fist-sized orange fireball drew a perfect arc in the air, illuminating the shadow in the distance and the figure of the man standing there.