The Lord of Reincarnation

"Love, congratulations on your recovery!"

Fang Xian handed Luo Fu a bouquet of flowers as a gift for discharge.

"To be honest... what I'm looking forward to more is a champagne..." Love made a joke, and took the flowers: "Your vacation is over, I submitted the application for you to become an official investigator, it should be soon can be approved.”

"OK."

Fang Xian nodded, and suddenly looked at Luo Fu: "Do you...do you have anything else you want to say to me?"

"yes."

Love was a little surprised, but when he thought of Roca's super high inspiration, he didn't have any doubts: "You must be careful in the future. If someone proposes that you voluntarily apply for review, don't agree."

"Oh why?"

Fang Xian asked.

"As an investigator, as long as you are an ordinary human being, you have limits to your endurance, and the review is carried out in a completely isolated environment. There are too many things that could happen..."

Luo Fu looked solemn: "In short... If there is such a thing, as long as it is not compulsory, it cannot be agreed."

"It sounds like someone is going to frame me, and you have already stopped me once?"

Fang Xian sniffed the air.

At the same time, fragments of phantoms from previous meetings flashed before his eyes.

He seemed to see Love, arguing fiercely with an old man, and finally slapped the table.

"Hmm... This old man looks a little familiar. He seems to be one of the principals of the branch. His name is Ketian?"

Fang Xian secretly remembered this face.

And Love didn't doubt it.

After all, Fang Xian has hidden half of his inspiration, and it is very remarkable to be able to channel some vague information.

He didn't know at all that Fang Xian's inspiration had reached the point where he could trace the origin after hearing the real name of the god.

This is already the level of touching the abyss!

Even those legendary investigators,

Not all of them have such a terrifying inspiration.

At this point, just chatting with him a few words, a lot of useful information was extracted.

‘This Ketian, do you want to die? '

Fang Xian lowered his head, his expression suddenly became a little cold.

Of course, he knew that if he was just an ordinary investigator, in the system of secret keeper, he might not be able to outplay the old fox with high status even after ten years of playing. .

'If you want to do this kind of thing, you can't come from the bright side...just use the black hand and kill it. '

That's the convenience of having a hidden identity.

‘Why does it feel like I’ve played this hand? '

Fang Xian inexplicably felt that this scene was a little familiar, and immediately thought of the operation he had done when he was the Great Sage of the White Ape, he couldn't help but nodded, understanding the source.

"Okay, don't talk about this, let's talk about our next work."

Love brought Fang Xian into the office: "After Madman Town was taken over by the top, it has almost been blocked... Our next focus will be shifted to the Falling Star Sect... At this engagement banquet, our The casualties were heavy, and it is definitely a rare vicious case in the branch's history."

"So... the focus of all the next work is to catch the group of rats in the gutter and kill them! Of course... and the Wind Chaser Cult!"

Love's voice was loud.

But Fang Xian was a little speechless, and wanted to say something to him: 'You are too optimistic...'

The Fallen Star Cult that Love knows is only a small part that surfaced.

According to the confession of high-level people like Shara, the essence of the Fallen Star Cult is like a big alliance of pagan factions, and its power is not trivial.

Fang Xian pretended to be ignorant, opened the file, and the first thing he saw was the arrest warrant for Xia La and the bald old man.

He curled his lips and didn't say much: "Then... this is our next job."

"yes."

"Okay. Let's get started."

Fang Xian smiled and tried his best to play the daily life of an ordinary investigator.

...

"Damn Mr. Ring..."

Smith walked in the bookstore and touched his butt unconsciously.

As the painful price of staying up late to watch the last time he was discovered, not only was he severely repaired by his parents, but his pocket money was also deducted.

But, but...

You'll never understand an avid reader's hunger for more.

He only ate bread every day, saving his lunch expenses at school, and resolutely came to the bookstore.

"I found it..."Horror Mountain Villa 2"!"

Smith found the target and immediately grabbed it with joy.

He noticed that this was the last one on the shelf.

Obviously, Mr. Ring's is selling quite well.

"I hope I won't be too cruel..."

The vocabulary of abuser has been learned by Smith without a teacher, and it feels like it may become a major sensational genre.

He had a plan this time, and instead of participating in club activities after school in the afternoon, he hid directly in an abandoned playground, sat on a horizontal circular hollow concrete pillar, and couldn't wait to read it.

After a long time, Smith put it down with satisfaction: "Mr. Ring's work still looks so enjoyable, that's why he insists on torturing the master... The key is that there is such a big suspense that has not been resolved at the end, ah... I am so sad, I feel terrible……"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt suffocated and wanted to do something.

Otherwise, it would simply explode.

Smith jumped to the ground, kicking stones off the curb at will.

Click!

Suddenly, a sound that should not have appeared entered his ears.

"Is it a tin box... a toy from a nearby kid? A secret treasure?"

Smith looked at the rusty box that had been dug out from the soil, with a mischievous and curious expression on his face, and opened the box lid.

After opening the rusty box, there were no toys or pocket money as he had imagined.

On the contrary, there are only a few thin sheets of yellowed paper inside, most of which have been corroded, and a small part of the writing on it is unclear.

"what is this?"

With a little curiosity, Smith read the content on the paper: "The Lost God, Fang... Warlock! The source of Warlock, the Lord of the heavens..., the master of Jieli..., the existence of immortality, the ruler of endless time and space King!"

He stammered, unconsciously pronouncing the name.

Hoo hoo.

The breeze blows.

At this moment, Smith felt as if something had grabbed his heart.

Before his eyes, phantoms emerged one after another.

Those black shadows were fleeting and hard to grasp, but they imprinted part of the knowledge in his mind.

...

Time seemed to pass very slowly, but in the outside world, it only passed for a moment.

Snapped!

The book in Smith's hand fell to the ground. He didn't pay attention to it. He carefully picked up the iron box and stumbled away, muttering incessantly:

"After seeing the real horror, even the sunshine and flowers have no color..."