Alien Reincarnation

Chapter 29 The real name of the ancestor (2)

Oss and Ling Han's eyes met, and he suddenly felt that something had changed in the ancestor, a very strange feeling, that gaze and momentum were deeper and sharper than before.

Oss didn't dare to meet this gaze, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Master Ancestor, we have already contacted someone, and they are at the trade club not far from here."

"OK!"

Under the black cloak, Ling Han's eyebrows raised undetectably.

The trade club, during the days when I was adventuring with Old Mike, I often went there.Generally speaking, it is very prosperous here, just like the artery of a city, from which we can see the development of a city.However, there are exceptions. For example, on planets that have just been developed, trade will be very prosperous.

A planet that has not been developed for a long time is a treasure land for most businessmen. Many business opportunities can often be found, and the order of transactions is not very perfect. Businessmen who are good at speculating can earn more benefits from it.

The trade market in Buda City is built in the outskirts, and they go directly to the warehouse area, which is very deserted, but the transactions of bulk goods are completed in this area, and the towering metal warehouses are like towers. Lin Li here.

Oss was very familiar with this place, and he drove the maglev vehicle to turn left and right, and soon came to the bottom of a warehouse.

This is a huge warehouse with a height of more than [-] meters and an area of ​​nearly [-] acres. It is rarely seen on a prosperous planet. It is unique in this trade club, which is enough to show the strength of the warehouse owner.

Oss stopped the car, and Rick, the janitor at the door, walked over with a smile: "Oss, you are really slow, our boss is inside. Hehe, what a good thing they are, they are so mysterious Secret, let's just pick up the goods!" The tone was a little frivolous.

Aos smiled at him and opened the car door with a very respectful expression.

"My lord, we are here!"

Rick's heart skipped a beat, "My lord, could it be that he is the head of the Skeleton Pirates? Now that the Skeleton Pirates are under siege by the Federation and stared at by the surrounding pirates, he still has the leisure to come over to make a deal?"

But Rick quickly got the answer.

A suspended flying seat appeared in front of him. On the flying seat, a person wearing a black cloak sat quietly on it. The cloak was pulled down very low. It was unknown what material it was made of. It's as if people's eyes are sucked into it.

Rick was stunned for a moment: "Isn't he the leader of the Skeleton Pirates? Who is this guy?" Rick couldn't help but glanced at Oss: "Could it be that besides Mudas, there is still someone in the Skeleton Pirates who can call this fierce The guy lowers his head? This is impossible!" But Oss's respectful expression didn't seem like a disguise, and for a while, his stomach was full of doubts.

"Could it be that Oss has taken refuge with a powerful new master? Only those guys would use this extravagant imitation of a flying seat to deliberately pretend to be mysterious. Well, it must be so!" Rick quickly had an answer : "If this is the case, maybe these guys will really have something good."

"My lord, it's inside!"

On the flying seat suspended in the air, Ling Han hummed in a deep voice, controlled the flying seat and flew inward slowly, Oss and Tai Shan walked behind cautiously.

Rick hurriedly opened the warehouse door, and the thick alloy door slowly opened.

Rick pointed to the inside: "The boss is inside, you go in."

The entrance of the dark warehouse was like the mouth of a huge mutated creature. After Ling Han and his party entered, suddenly, there was a loud bang behind him, and the alloy door fell down, causing Oss and Taishan's hearts to thump.

Oss frowned: "My lord ancestor, I feel something is wrong."

The flying seat didn't stop at all, and continued to fly forward: "It's okay, since we're here, let's see what tricks they are playing."

"Hehe, dear Oss, oh, and Taishan, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

A muscular middle-aged man walked over from the inside, showing a professional businessman's smile from a long distance away. When he saw Ling Han flying in the front, he couldn't help but stop for a while, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Oss, who is this friend?"

The middle-aged man looked at Ling Han, the black cloak, the flying seat...

God!It turned out to be a real flying seat, it was not an imitation, but a real flying seat! Although it had been refitted, with so many years of experience in business, his seasoned eyesight allowed him to see the difference at a glance.

Although the shell has been modified, many places reveal the original characteristics of extraterrestrial civilizations. These are just superficial feelings, but they cannot be imitated by random manufacturers. The key is the power system.

The Federation has always wanted to get a few suspended flying seats for research, and the reason lies in this power system.

The power system of the suspended flying seat is to use the principle of vacuum singularity, which can absorb the discrete energy of the surrounding floating, and re-replace and synthesize various energies.

According to some gossip, these energies even include special powers such as star power and vitality.

If this is the case, once this technology is popularized, then the strength of the extraterrestrial civilization that has mastered this technology will make a huge leap, enough to pose a threat that cannot be ignored to the Federation.

He—Kles is a seventh-level mental power master, he is much more sensitive to energy fluctuations than ordinary people, and he has some kind of mysterious magic, so he can vaguely feel that the layer surrounding the flying seat Inside the glass-like decorative crystal, there are extremely slight strange energy fluctuations.

This kind of fluctuation is very obscure, it's just a slight feeling, and it's not that you have mastered the mysterious technique, you can't feel it at all.

Who is this guy?It shouldn't be some wealthy young man, those guys who can only pretend, how can they get the flying seat with supernatural powers, if it is so simple, will the Federation still have to spend a lot of effort to get it?
Is it the strong of the extraterrestrial alliance?
Kress stopped at a place tens of meters away from the flying seat, staring at Ling Han with rogue eyes. The black cloak seemed to be a piece of fabric directly glued together, and the craftsmanship was extremely crude.

According to the federal aesthetic standards, only a beggar would wear such a tasteless thing!

Could it be said that this is the characteristic of extraterrestrial civilization?

And the material of that cloak, what exactly is it that can block my spiritual power from peeping?If this guy is human and wants to conceal his identity, is it necessary to do this?

This guy with a mysterious aura all over his body must be a member of the Extraterrestrial Alliance, yes, it must be!
"My lord, he is Kles, the boss of the Galaxy Business Consortium in Krasingbuda!"

Kles looked at the respectful Oss and Tarzan, and shouted in his heart: "These two fierce pirates have never been so respectful to the leader Mudas, who is this guy in the cloak? "

Looking at Ling Han again, he couldn't see anything clearly on the face covered by the cloak. Before his spiritual power could reach his side, he was blocked by that strange cloak.

Judging from the outline of the cloak, the guy inside is not tall, and his body looks a bit thin.

Of course, this is measured by human standards.

There are thousands of intelligent races in the Extraterrestrial Alliance, who knows what is under the cloak!
Ling Han looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, this man gave him the feeling that he was a slippery head!

He kept a smile on his face even when he suddenly saw himself stunned. It is difficult for such a person to be hostile, and his mental power has reached level seven. The purpose is not simple.

"Oss, Tarzan, let's start trading!"

Ling Han's faint voice could not hear emotions, which made Kles more cautious.

"Kleis, our maglev vehicle is still outside, why are you closing the hatch? Or—" Oss snorted, and said in a drawn-out voice; "Do you want to cheat?"

Ling Han looked at all this indifferently.

The middle-aged man whose name is Kleis flickered, and his eyes kept turning on his body, as if hesitating for something. Hearing what Oss said, he hurriedly laughed: "How is it possible, brother, although I He is not a good person, but he still knows the rules of underground trading, haha, Oss, don’t you want to introduce him?”

Ling Han saw Kleis' gaze cast over again, and Oss also looked at him hesitantly, and nodded slightly.

"This is our ancestor."

"Oh, Master Patriarch!?"

Ling Han noticed that Kles' eyes were flickering non-stop, he must be guessing his identity.

Indeed, Kles was muttering in his heart: "This guy is really a member of the Extraterrestrial Alliance, hehe, I didn't expect to catch a big fish this time. Although these guys are very powerful individually, my warehouse is not easy. Haha, the covering attack of the ion cannon can kill even a tenth-level powerhouse. I don’t believe he can run away! With the flying seat in the air, my status in the organization will definitely be greatly improved , What a big piece of delicious fresh meat, hehe!"

"Hehe, where is Mudas? Could it be that he also took refuge in this ancestor?"

"Kress, don't talk about these things to me, hurry up and make a deal."

Oss knew that Kles was probing him, so he avoided the topic very vigilantly.

"Oh, no, no, dear Oss, do you think there is still a need for us to make a deal?" Kress smiled brightly. It's really hard to be unhappy to get such a big piece of fat.

Under the cloak, Ling Han's eyes moved slightly, and this guy finally showed his tail.

Sensing the anger of being betrayed from the Oss spirit sea, Ling Han quietly waited for the next step.

"Kris, what do you mean!"

Oss' voice was very angry. Indeed, facing the muzzles of six or seven ion cannons, no one could be happy.

(End of this chapter)