The Skull and Bones Society, a secret elite society from Yale University, recruits 15 third-year university students each year. It was founded in 1832.
This mysterious organization gradually became the world's top organization.
In a secret room in a high-rise building, there are tall bookshelves all around, and the bookshelves are piled with classics.
Each of these Western classics is priceless.
Under the bookshelf, on a spacious desk, sat an old man, flipping through the books in his hand, holding a magnifying glass.
With a quill at his side, he translated the Latin text.
"grown ups!"
A voice came from a corner of the room.
The old man didn't look up and continued translating.
After a long time, the old man finally raised his head, his pupils like the underworld finally looking towards the corner.
The old man was too old, with age spots all over his face.
It felt as if the body would disintegrate if it moved a little.
But even so, this look made the man in black in the corner kneel down.
"What is it?"
"Darknet, Lucifer failed in the East."
"East? China?"
The old man said this grimly, slowly putting down the book and tapping the table.
This sound seemed to make my heart stop.
"Does China know that the Dark Web belongs to the Skull and Bones Society?"
"have no idea?"
"Hehe, are you sure?"
"Sir, I am absolutely sure."
As these words were spoken, the room seemed to darken, and a terrifying aura emerged from the old body. Within this aura, the books on the bookshelf were shaking.
"It's true. Lucifer died at the hands of a killer from the Five Finger Alliance."
"Oh, and maybe there's the King of Hell."
"King of Hell? Wasn't that so-called King of Soldiers killed by the Freemasons?"
"He's not dead!"
The old man knew everything. He stood up again, holding the golden scepter and walking slowly. The bookshelves opened up one by one, revealing a hidden passage behind them.
Above the corridor hang images of all past presidents of the Skull and Bones Society.
As the old man walked, he came to a bronze door.
At this moment, the old man looked at the last painting and smiled strangely.
The person behind him didn't even dare to look up, of course he knew what it was.
A portrait of the founder, William Raphael, and the man in this portrait actually looks a bit like the old man.
In other words, the first generation founder, William Raphael, is the old man in front of us.
"Come in!"
"My lord, I dare not."
"Today, you can."
Raphael walked in and the bronze door closed.
…
In Phoenix Farm, Chen Xian'er seemed to smell something and looked towards the deepest greenhouse in confusion.
"Medicine smell?"
"Mom, what are you looking at?"
Ye Xiaomi's nails were painted purple, looking very pretty. Chen Xian'er's perfect fingertips were also painted purple. If the Five Finger Alliance assassins saw this, they would definitely be shocked.
"What's that over there?"
Chen Xian'er has already seen other greenhouses, all of which are filled with fruits and vegetables.
"That's Dad's medicine field."
"I'll take you there!"
"May I?"
Smelling the fragrance of medicinal herbs, Chen Xian'er seemed to see a vague formation outside the medicinal greenhouse.
"sure."
"Even though my father won't let me in, we can sneak in. I've already solved this formation."
"not good!"
Chen Xianer had already seen that there was a sign on the side of the greenhouse saying "No entry, consequences at your own risk."
"Forget it, I won't watch it anymore."
"Mom, it's okay. I'll go call Dad."
Ye Xiaomi ran towards Ye Tian. When Ye Tian heard that Chen Xian'er wanted to enter the medicine field, he smiled faintly and said, "It's okay, we are all family."
"Who's your family?"
Chen Xian'er said this, but when she saw Ye Tian agreed, her eyes flashed with a strange light.
"hehe!"
Ye Tian didn't mind, as he was already used to Chen Xian'er's indifference.
When Chen Xian'er walked into the medicine field, she was dumbfounded.
"Hundred-year-old ginseng?"
"And Polygonum multiflorum? Snow lotus?"
"Here, there are still a thousand years?"
These medicinal herbs are very important to warriors and ancient sects.
Who would have thought that there would be so many ancient medicinal herbs in this mountain village.
If outsiders knew about this greenhouse, it would be a disaster.
"Ye Tian, did you do this?" Chen Xian'er looked at Ye Tian solemnly.
"I planted it. How's it?"
"If you like it, pick some."
"I can?"
"Of course, you are Xiaomi's mother."
Ye Tian seized the opportunity, which made Chen Xian'er's eyes relax. Looking at these medicinal herbs, especially the thousand-year-old ginseng, Chen Xian'er nodded.
"Ye Tian, I owe you."
"I really need this thousand-year-old medicinal herb."
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