The City Deceives The World

North America.

Illinois.

In a simple and low-key living room.

There were more than a dozen people standing in a dense crowd, including men, women, old and young. Sitting in the middle was a majestic old man. The grooves on his face exuded the majesty of a man who had long held the power of life and death.

In the middle of the living room, there is a mahogany table, and on the table is a transparent water glass.

No matter young or old, everyone's eyes were fixed on a dark purple wooden bead that was constantly bubbling in the cup.

Especially the girl in the middle had a slight sweat on her forehead.

She is about in her early twenties, with a small face and a high forehead. She is not beautiful, but her temperament is very graceful and noble. Her skin is very good and white. Only the wealthy life and maintenance since childhood can give her skin like that of a fifteen-year-old girl. .

She is id Fei Lengcui herself, and this rosewood gloomy wood bead was originally a birthday gift from her grandfather when she was ten years old.

Originally, she just put it casually in the corner of the closet and didn't pay much attention to it.

Rosewood and agarwood may be considered a treasure by other people, even ordinary billionaires, but it is nothing to the Zhou family. After the novelty wore off, I didn’t pay much attention to it.

Even the current head of the Zhou family, Zhou Wannian, who gave away the beads, was the same. He just treated it as one of the Zhou family's many assets.

It wasn't until today that a person claiming to be a member of the Zhou family revealed the secret of this bead on the mainland, that she rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find it.

So many people came this time, including the younger and older generations of the Zhou family who could talk to each other. It was not because of this bead.

But because this bead can prove to some extent whether that person is the identity of the Zhou family.

And whether the Zhou family really still exists.

This is the reason why they leave their work and political affairs behind.

My family!

A term that has disappeared from the Zhou family in North America for more than a hundred years may reappear in their sights today.

At this moment, tiny bubbles appeared on the surface of the beads sinking at the bottom of the cup, like tiny bubbles of soap, hanging around in a sticky consistency.

The hearts of the people around him also tightened.

It would be okay if they knew the information, maybe they had investigated it, but if that person knew such a secret that even they didn't know.

It is even difficult to question the identity of this family.

This means that that person has the nominal right to command the Zhou family in North America.

An old man frowned tightly.

Some tiny pores appeared, fully demonstrating the existence of gaps.

So at least it can refract light to form a pattern, but as for whether it's that magical...

A few minutes later.

There are more and more bubbles on the surface of the beads, which appear very dense. Tiny bubbles surround the bead, making it look like a big bubble.

In fact, the buoyancy of these bubbles actually lifted the beads slightly, half a centimeter above the bottom of the cup.

A flash of bright beauty suddenly appeared.

"Hiss..."

The dense bubbles all burst into pieces.

A group of people were startled, and the woman even screamed.

Immediately afterwards, the bubbles collapsed and new bubbles were produced. One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen, causing the water surface to shake in the middle age of the quilt.

It's like boiling water, boiling.

The next moment, everyone was deeply attracted by the bright purple color in the cup.

The egg-sized wooden beads changed from dark purple to bright purple, and were covered with wispy lines, which seemed to form some kind of pattern.

At this time, they had vaguely anticipated something, and had a bad premonition.

At this time, a man wanted to walk in and take a look, and got out of the blocked sunlight.

next moment.

A cloud appeared, like a dragon and a snake flying around, teeth and claws spread, surrounding the mouth of the cup, clearly visible.

Hold the grass! !

"It's an illusion!"

Fei Lengcui closed her eyes and opened them again.

Still there.

At this moment, purple light rose and slowly dispersed. This was the reflection of the wooden beads.

Occupying the rim of the cup.

Many tiny bubbles emerged and began to push the beads to rotate slowly.

A lifelike pattern also appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The mountains are winding and rolling, and you can see a very majestic city pass.

Under the city.

A middle-aged man with a very ancient style, calm and majestic, looking into the distance.

Everyone took a breath of air.

Hangu Pass.

Commander-in-Chief Yin Xi!

Paralysis is indeed the picture of Lao Tzu's Journey to the West.

Thousands of years ago, Laozi, the founder of Taoism, passed down five thousand Tao Te Ching here.

Fei Lengcui suddenly raised his head and looked to the east, as if he could penetrate thousands of miles away and see a rich and handsome young man in a manor of unimaginable luxury, smiling towards this side and raising his glass from afar.

That kind of self-restraint, that kind of self-confidence, that kind of natural nobility that has everything under control seems to penetrate the space and enter her eyes.

(Su from Rongcheng coughed twice.)

My family!

The horror of the Zhou family clan, which has been passed down for two thousand years, was engraved in her mind.

It turns out that no matter how many thousands of miles apart they are, or how many hundreds of years have passed, everything about their separation has always been in the eyes of this family.

They even pointed out specifically that they were blind and regarded heirloom treasures as ordinary wealth.

At this moment.

The old man screamed.

Fei Lengcui suddenly looked back and saw.

The beads spin.

The pattern seemed to come alive.

Yin Xi's expression was clear, whether it was joy or admiration, it was clearly displayed in everyone's eyes.

A wisp of purple energy came from the east.

In an instant, an even more shocking picture unfolded.

The green ox walks slowly, and the old man heads west.

A carefree mind, a mind of doing nothing.

The artistic conception spreads.

The old man in the first seat stood up immediately and said in a trembling voice: "At the foot of Hangu Pass, I traveled to the west, and the purple energy came from the east..."