I, disguised as a white dragon, was supported by the state.

“You are only one part of the plan,” Alexander said casually, running his hand through the girl’s long golden hair, pulling her head slightly away from her ripe body. “We have other options!”

“It could also be Belial and Satan!” Ross, who had been silent until now, said.

There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science, but in the past few people have attributed them to the extraordinary, believing that it was due to insufficient scientific development.

The existence of the dragon certainly brings more possibilities to this world, but if it cannot be used for their own purposes, they would not hesitate to do everything in their power to destroy it!

That dragon must have a fatal weakness, otherwise why would it be hiding it?

If it were truly without any flaws, the Great Xia would have already dominated the entire world!

This incident may also be an opportunity for them to realize that there is another path in the world that is completely different from current science, and they may be able to glimpse the secret of longevity from it!

Liu Conglin sensed their determination.

He looked up at the group and found that they were all staring at him. Their gazes reminded him of ferocious beasts that would prey on their prey.

He glanced at the cutlery on the plate, wishing he could shove them up into the eyes of these guys!

But compared to using a knife and fork, the success rate of using the revolver was slightly higher.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to grip the pistol.

Seeing his actions, the others frowned.

Clark's face looked grim.

Others had hesitated and wavered in the past, but ultimately they all chose the knife and fork.

Are the people of Great Xia really that unafraid of death?

Liu Conglin picked up the pistol and slowly raised it.

He silently weighed his options, deciding whether to gamble on himself or on these people.

While he was hesitating, he noticed that the red light on his chest had moved up a little further.

"Dr. Lin has made a decision?" Clark asked expressionlessly.

Liu Conglin stared at him, his face hardening, and instantly raised his hand to pull the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, the bullet went slightly off course, and knocked off Clark's ear.

The old white man screamed and squatted down on the ground, clutching his head.

Liu Conglin didn't have time to think about why the snipers in the shadows hadn't fired. Instead, he aimed at Ivy, who hadn't even reacted yet, and fired another shot.

This woman is vicious and deserves to die!

The shot missed.

Liu Conglin was stunned for a moment, then realized that these guys weren't lying to him.

Ivy screamed in fright and tried to run away, but Liu Conglin, having recovered, fired another shot, this time hitting her directly in the back.

Blood splattered everywhere. Liu Conglin disregarded everything else and fired several more shots until he ran out of bullets.

He only lowered his gun when he saw Ivy lying prone on the ground.

This was his first murder.

He felt no lingering fear, only exhilaration.

Several elderly white men, who had been hiding under the table or behind the sofa in fear, saw that Liu Conglin had run out of bullets and then shouted, "Kill him! Kill him quickly!"

At this point, they no longer cared about why the snipers in the shadows hadn't fired.

Upon hearing this, Liu Conglin also felt a wave of fear.

He looked down and found that the red dots aimed at his chest by the infrared beams had disappeared.

Turning his head, he was astonished to find that the burly men's waiters were all standing motionless, as if they had been frozen in place.

"What happened?" Liu Conglin muttered to himself.

"Dragon!" Clari suddenly exclaimed, scrambling to his feet from under the table before prostrating himself on the ground, crying out excitedly, "Great dragon, I am your follower!"

The others, their faces also filled with excitement, knelt down on the ground.

Liu Conglin turned his head blankly, then his face showed shock.

A huge dragon head came into his view.

Each dragon scale was like a carving of white jade, and the pair of dragon horns were simply the most perfect work of art. When he came into contact with the pair of dragon eyes, he suddenly felt as if he were falling into an abyss. He quickly looked away, but then he saw the pair of ferocious and sharp dragon claws.

dragon!

It really is the divine dragon of the Great Xia Dynasty!

His knees also began to weaken.

Just as he was about to kneel down, an invisible force swept over him, abruptly interrupting his movement.

He stood there, his lips trembling, and uttered, "Greetings, Lord Divine Dragon."

Bai Lin nodded to him, his gaze sweeping over the girl being roasted on the food cart before turning to the group of elderly white men.

"You want to be my followers?" he said calmly.

"I'm willing to give my soul!" Clark was the first to speak.

His face was filled with excitement, and his voice trembled with emotion.

The white dragon before me was indeed exactly the same as the one in Eastern mythology.

It could render those people immobile, and appear so silently—what else could it be but a god?

"Me too!" Ross and the others said eagerly.

“I accept your souls!” Bai Lin said.

Upon hearing this, the joy that had just surfaced in Liu Conglin's heart vanished instantly.

He wanted to say something, but felt as if something was stuck in his throat, making it impossible to speak.

"Look at me!" Bai Lin looked at Clark. "Don't resist!"

Clark looked on excitedly, his face flushed.

A few seconds later, his gaze gradually became unfocused.

Seeing him kneeling motionless on the ground like a statue, the others were not afraid; instead, they became even more expectant and enthusiastic.

Bai Lin followed suit and used the Soul Searching Technique on several people in turn.

He was actually reluctant to pry into these people's sordid memories, but it was undeniable that these individuals did indeed wield the most powerful influence on the planet, and their memories likely contained valuable information.

However, Bai Lin's expression quickly turned to disappointment, and two words popped into his mind.

That's it?

Chapter 117 Jade Slips

Bai Lin's strength has reached the third stage of the Dragon Transformation, and his control over the Soul Searching Technique has become even more proficient.

Although it still causes irreversible damage to the soul of the person being targeted, it no longer causes the soul to be completely destroyed as it did before.

However, Bai Lin casually erased the souls of these individuals.

A group of cannibalistic monsters in human skin also dared to become his followers!

Their filthy memories were utterly worthless and nearly corrupted his consciousness.

He looked up at the wall in front of him.

Under his gaze, the wall cracked open automatically, revealing the exhibition hall behind it.

Almost everything of value in their memories was in that exhibition hall.

Bai Lin was slightly disappointed, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that if there were really so many extraordinary things in this world, he wouldn't have encountered so many obstacles and gained nothing when he first returned, to the point that he had the illusion that Earth was a place where cultivators had disappeared.

Valuable things are few and far between, and the Great Xia Dynasty suffered a catastrophe a hundred years ago, so many good things were lost abroad.

Those things that can be recognized as extraordinary at a glance are the first to be targeted.

But in any case, what appears before mortals must be an inanimate object with greatly diminished spirituality.

Like that dragon scale, the demonic energy within it had long since diminished to negligible levels.

Such a thing is even less likely to be controlled by ordinary people.

The difference between mortals and cultivators is like heaven and earth; without guidance, it is almost impossible for them to set foot in this world.

But one thing Bai Lin was certain of was that things of real value must be sealed underground, otherwise the earth would have been in chaos long ago.

This spiritual essence that was not destroyed by the seal is what he seeks, and it is something only he can utilize.

Liu Conglin saw the thick dragon body lying in front of him.

After secretly observing the appearance of those elderly white men, his anxiety gradually subsided.

He discovered that things didn't seem to be going as he had expected.

Why do these people look like they're dead?

"Liu Chongyu is your younger brother?" a voice suddenly rang out.

Liu Conglin's expression hardened, and he immediately realized that it was Bai Long speaking.

This is a talking dragon!

Has the myth truly come true?

“Yes, yes,” he replied.

"Because of work, I rarely contact him," he added.

Bai Lin stared at him for two seconds, then raised his dragon claw and took out his phone.

Seeing this, Liu Conglin was stunned, feeling as if he had been transported to another time.

Bai Lin dialed Director Zhao's number directly.

He has been back on Earth for quite some time and has gradually become accustomed to Earth's way of thinking.

"Mr. Bai?" Director Zhao's voice was filled with surprise, but also with undisguised joy.

Bai Lin took the initiative to call him, which made him feel honored.

"Do you know Liu Conglin?" Bai Lin asked directly.

“He is Liu Chongyu’s brother, who is hiding his identity abroad and collecting intelligence for Da Xia.” Director Zhao immediately realized who he was talking about.

“He’s mine now,” Bai Lin said.

“That’s his honor!” Director Zhao said earnestly.

It's better for Bailong to recruit people from the country than to find some random people outside.

Moreover, it could have easily called me without prior notice, which clearly indicates its approval of the country.

This made him feel somewhat gratified, and even a little overwhelmed with gratitude.

Liu Conglin overheard their conversation and felt somewhat bewildered.

He wasn't sure how he ended up with this dragon.

Is he going to eat himself?

But he was familiar with Director Zhao's voice.

As his company's market value increased, his direct supervisor changed repeatedly.

About three months ago, he was asked to report directly to Director Zhao.

Now, seeing the white dragon before him, he suddenly realized that it might be related to him.

The white dragon knew his younger brother's name, and combined with what Clark and the others had said earlier, it gave rise to a bold guess in his mind.

Could it be that my younger brother once helped this dragon?

In that case, he shouldn't eat himself, right?

Noticing the repeated changes in his expression, Bai Lin even considered using mind-reading to see what this guy was thinking.

"You talk to him," he decided, deciding to let Director Zhao say a few words so that the guy wouldn't refuse his offer later.