The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 381: Hidden Secrets
A few hours later, in a quiet room.

The square pot with a wide mouth and long neck, about half a foot high, stands quietly on the antique coffee table like an elegant fairy. The body of the pot has smooth and elegant lines, and there is no decoration inside, including the circular handles, which has a bit of the quiet, light, innocent and natural style of the Song Dynasty.

The square pot is pure white all over, like piled fat, and seems to be made of top-grade white jade. However, there are patches of ice-crack-like patterns like those from Longquan kiln spreading on the surface, appearing and disappearing, which looks extraordinary and strange.

Zhu Mingyao ran his index finger over the wisps of white mist floating around the pot's mouth, feeling the bone-chilling coldness. He asked curiously, "Is this a magical instrument made with the divine power of [Cold]? Uncle Lu really has great craftsmanship."

"I just repaired it. I can't make a treasure of this level without decades of hard work." Lu Hetong smiled modestly and waved his hand to introduce:

"This Feiqiong Pot was originally a magical weapon carried by a Jurchen woman from the Song and Yuan dynasties. It was able to induce frost and snow. Later, it was destroyed during a fight with an enemy, causing frost to fall in June during the height of summer. People then made up a story about it and associated it with an unjust case that happened, creating a legendary story."

He knocked lightly, and the body of the pot suddenly turned translucent, and a few bright lights could be vaguely seen flying up and down inside.

"It contains nine Qingnv Zhen Talismans. When fully activated, it can control hail, sleet, rain and snow within a radius of 20 to 30 miles. It can seal demons and kill ghosts, and freeze mountains and rivers. Although its power is slightly dispersed when dealing with a single enemy, it is still a rare treasure."

This is really a good deal... Zhu Mingyao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded repeatedly in agreement.

He knew very well that strategic treasures were of great value and were much more powerful than ordinary magical weapons for attacking and protecting oneself.

Not to mention its combat function, just using it in the field of people's livelihood can generate a huge source of income, and it would be no problem to support a small extraordinary organization.

You have to know that not to mention in ancient times, even under current conditions, the agricultural output of human society is still largely restricted by natural weather. Technological means such as wide-area artificial rainfall are not something that any poor guy in Asia, Africa, or Latin America can handle.

And just by relying on this jade pot, if he went to any small country that relied on agriculture for its livelihood, he would be treated politely as a guest of honor.

Following the other party's instructions, Zhu Mingyao input his true energy and magic power, and an invisible cold air spewed out, combining with the moisture in the air to transform into a large amount of thick, cotton-like damp and cold white fog, making the surroundings hazy, just like the dry ice special effects on the stage.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and closing was heard in the mist, and a magnetic male voice laughed:

"At your age, aren't you afraid of getting rheumatism? Let's all go!"

The words were bland, as if a boss was casually giving instructions to an employee, without any inspiration, but the white mist suddenly dissipated. Zhu Mingyao looked back in surprise and saw Lai Henry coming with a gray-haired old man.

The old man had a handsome face and a serious and capable expression. He wore a Piaget gold watch on his wrist, Vans leather shoes on his feet, and a handmade black Armani suit that was ironed and fitted him well. He looked like a business tycoon from a multinational company. If it was their first meeting, no one would have thought that he was a master of cultivation who ruled a region.

"How are you, Uncle Si? Why are you here?" Zhu Mingyao hurriedly bowed to greet him.

In the Hualian Chamber of Commerce, there is only one person who can be addressed like this, and that is the current president of the Chamber of Commerce, Si Tuyuan, who is also the leader of the four major leaders of the North American Red Gate and is known as the "Golden Mouth and Jade Words".

He was busy with official duties all year round and rarely showed up. Zhu Mingyao had only seen him a few times during the holidays when he followed his teacher.

Lu Hetong's face suddenly became clear, as if he had figured something out. "Henry just now secretly stopped me from revealing the information about the female sea goddess. It turns out that he went to discuss it with you first."

Zhu Mingyao on the side also pricked up his ears. After the adventure on Skull Island, the identity of Colibuso had been revealed by a certain captain. But when everyone was discussing it, he pretended to be ignorant. He was also a little confused in his heart.

His doubts were soon answered. Si Tuyuan said in a deep voice: "Of course, intelligence about an enemy is not worth mentioning, but if you add the possibility of the ownership of a mythical secret realm, you have to think carefully about the importance of it."

Zhu Mingyao suddenly came to his senses. When they were on the Black Pearl, the others were seriously injured and their bodies were still alive. Only Hualian and the witch knew about the transaction. If he wanted to explain the origin of the female sea goddess, he would inevitably have to reveal all the relevant information.

As the saying goes, brothers should settle accounts clearly. Although everyone has a good personal relationship with each other, Teotihuacan is the terrestrial palace of a certain pantheon. The interests involved are too great. From the perspective of the organization, it is natural to consider more.

Lai Henry sighed again, and then said, "I'm not hiding it on purpose now. I'll think of a proper way to reveal it to them later." The adult world is really complicated. A kid like me who is not mentally mature enough should really go to celebrate Children's Day... The young man who hates weighing the pros and cons in friendships laughed at himself and thought so.

Lai Henry took in Zhu Mingyao's worried look and comforted him in a light tone:

"It's just the normal operation of the old guys. Don't take it to heart. Besides, they also have reservations."

He rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowed into slits, "The federal officials behind that old sly Warren have spy agencies all over the world.

When mentioning the god Pan, his heartbeat quickened. He probably had some exclusive intelligence that he was waiting to sell to us in exchange for a good price.

Everyone has their own standpoint, this is the world of martial arts..."

The old Feng Shui master sighed and said a few words, then changed the subject and said in a strange way:

"We old men are the ones who worry about the dirty things, and you young people should just live your life as young people should.

——Fiona from the Witch Sisterhood suggested that in order to prepare for the next secret realm exploration, you should stay in New Orleans and practice more with her two female disciples. What do you think?..."

"Oh, it's been a while since I came to the San Francisco headquarters. Uncles and aunts, I'll take my leave and go hang out with Brother Qi Yue." Realizing that the topic was about to turn awkward, Zhu Mingyao decisively slapped his butt and ran away.

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Los Angeles, Golden State, West Coast Division of the Special Investigation Bureau.

Blue-gray smoke curled up from a red dot, climbed and changed in the air and gradually disappeared, leaving only the mixed smell of tar and nicotine lingering for a long time.

"Is that all we talked about?" Davis flipped through some papers, seeming a little disappointed.

"Yes." Ed Warren on the other side replied cautiously, "Davis, why do you think they are hiding some key information?"

"I just know it." He said calmly, his loose eyelids drooping.

Knowing the other party's style and temper, Warren had no intention of asking too many questions and reached out to take the copied documents on the table.

"I will go back and study it slowly. After all, these are vague records from more than half a century ago. No one knows whether there will be any changes."

The door closed and the footsteps left. After a long while, the powerful branch director lit up a cigarette and opened the dusty original document.

"…My name is Ophelia, I am 12 years old, and I live in the mountainous area of ​​Navarra in northern Spain… [He] told me that as long as I complete three tests, I can stay in this natural maze forever, away from the wars and disasters outside, and live happily like a princess…"

His fingers stroked the yellowed photo. The image of the little girl buried peacefully seemed to tremble slightly. Pieces of secret information other than the text in the data flowed into his mind. Davis muttered to himself calmly:

"I just know it!"

His round pupils were glowing with light, without any of the confusion commonly seen in old people. They were like a disc carved from obsidian... or rather, a mirror!

(End of this chapter)