The Old Gods Are Whispering

   Huge satellites hover in the silent universe, rotating along the established orbit, locking on the Yingzhou Islands in the northwest of the Pacific Ocean, and then to Tokyo, which is known as the world's largest city in the middle of the Kanto Plain, and even Shinjuku.

Across a distance of 20,000 kilometers, you can have a panoramic view of the 56-hectare Shinjuku Gyoen. There are hawkers selling glow sticks, couples taking photos under cherry blossom trees, women coaxing crying babies, and old people feeding fish by the pond. , and the boy who walked up the stairs, his back disappeared behind the red torii gate.

Wu Hao reported in a childish and clear voice on the encrypted communication channel: "The target has entered the enchantment of the awakening bell, and the mission has officially begun. According to the plan, the target will be trapped in the enchantment for ten to twenty minutes. Mrs. Si will follow The Jiang family negotiates, so there may be a chance to dispel the suspicion of the Jiang family ghost."

  No. 1 was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is it a bit too humiliating for him?"

No. 3 replied: "Everyone who becomes a shadow needs to learn to endure humiliation. This is a necessary process. Everyone came here at that time. Some people need to play mistresses next to the big lords of Mexico, and some people often have to pretend Dirty beggars, some people cut off their arms for the task, and some people have not come out of prison. For people who will lose their lives at any time, dignity is nothing."

   "I only hope that his mental immunity can be more reliable, at least able to withstand the deterrence of the bell, and don't expose his secrets, otherwise so many years of painstaking efforts will fall short."

  His tone was full of indifference, and he stopped abruptly just halfway through his words.

  Because the satellite monitoring detected the severe distortion of time and space, the red torii seemed to be twisted into a vortex, accompanied by the crash of the ancient bronze clock, it seemed that the sound of the explosion could be heard through the screen.

  Such an astonishing picture not only makes people feel tight, it seems that the heart is being pinched.

  The shadows in every corner of the world fell silent.

"mission failed?"

   Someone murmured.

  The promised trump card for the future, the president's favorite prince.

  How the mission has just begun, but it can be declared a failure.

   "No, the mission did not fail, this is just the beginning."

Number four, who hadn't appeared for a long time, said silently: "You don't know him well enough. I've watched him grow since he debuted. This kid won't act according to your plan, and he won't walk on the path you laid out for him. You will never guess what he will do, but only you can't think of it, and he can't do it without him."

  He paused: "I believe he can complete the task... in his own way."

  The communication came to an abrupt end.

  In the shrine deep in Shinjuku Gyoen, Gu Jianlin was standing at the end of the stone steps with a blood-stained ghost knife in his hand. The blood-red cherry blossoms fell like rain, mixed with broken ancient clock fragments, and fell to the ground.

   Not only he came out of the barrier alone, but also eighteen priests in red clothes.

  When the virtual and real time and space overlapped, these super-dimensional priests appeared in all directions of the shrine. They were nailed to the wall by their own sabers, and blood flowed out, flowing along the cracks in the stone bricks.

   Someone obviously crushed them with a crushing attitude to create this very religious image.

In addition, there are believers who succumbed to the awakening bell, and they still maintain their kneeling posture until now, but the kneeling person is no longer the master of the dark world, but the boy in front of him wearing a golden mask .

   The enchantment of the awakening bell unexpectedly shattered.

  Jiang Chuge looked at the young man at the gate of the shrine, with a cold glow in his silent eyes, and even subconsciously raised his hand to touch the sword box beside him, and the ancient sword in the box trembled slightly.

   "As I said, I am not at all worried that my nephew will be trapped in the enchantment of the awakening clock."

  Old Master Si held his head high, with his hands behind his back: "It's just a wake-up call, it can't trap him."

Gu Jianlin flicked his slightly sore wrist, just now he had vigorously exercised in the enchantment, the high-intensity close-to-hand knife fight made his breathing and heartbeat speed up, hot blood washed in his chest cavity .

  The breath of the ancient gods has been silent, but there is still scarlet blood in the pupils.

  He looked around without any emotion in his pupils.

   The young man sitting cross-legged in this shrine is somewhat familiar, the first member of the younger generation of the Jiang family.

  Jiang Chuge, known as Little Rhine.

   As for the woman standing in the shadow of the idol, he was sure he had never seen one.

   It's just those sharp eagle eyes, he's never forgotten once he's seen them.

  The biological mother of the Su family sisters, the first genius of the Jiang family, Jiang Mingyan.

Jiang Chuge stared at the young man wearing the golden mask, and said calmly: "Actually, I have never heard of your name before, and I don't know when you rose to prominence. It seems that you have been well hidden by the old lady of the Si family. Good. The more people like you, you should continue to hide and don't show your edge."

   "Leaving aside the matter of the marriage contract, you should never have ruined the wake-up clock."

  He said blankly: "According to the rules, I should kill you now."

  Jiang Mingyan didn't say a word, just stared at the boy coldly.

   This was the first time she had the chance to observe him up close.

   It really looks like a big boy, but his temperament is too cold and aloof, and even has a chilling feeling.

  No one knows how he broke the illusion of the awakening clock.

  It's just that when you see him for the first time, you feel that there shouldn't be any cage in the world that can trap him.

   Except for his beloved girl.

   "What is the purpose of the Jiang family using the wake-up clock?"

  Old Master Si asked with his hands behind his back.

  Jiang Chuge calmly replied: "Test the loyalty of the dark world."

"No."

   Someone interrupted him softly: "You are looking for a solution to the curse of the Candle God Tree."

  It was as if thunder was thundering out of nowhere, and when these words sounded, it exploded like thunder in the shrine.

  When Jiang Chuge heard the word curse, his hand had already fallen on the sword box.

  Jiang Mingyan even raised his head, his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the young man.

"It doesn't matter how many ghosts there are in the Youying Group. The important thing is that someone wants to find some clues about the curse from them, so as to get a way to save themselves. Talking about loyalty in the dark world is the biggest in the world. Joke, were we brought together by faith in the first place?"

  Gu Jianlin put away the knife indifferently, looked at this ancient shrine, and said indifferently: "I don't think so, the dark world is united because of interests. People make money and birds die for food. How can we talk about loyalty?"

   "The loyalty old Patriarch Jiang wants is only based on fear."

  He said softly: "He needs others to fear him, just like a high **** who will always be worshiped by his own believers. The problem is that God is perfect, cannot be flawed, and cannot be defeated."

  The indifferent voice echoed in the ancient shrine.

  It seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be talking to someone.

   "If you lose even once, you will fall from the altar and be backlashed by hundreds of millions of believers."

   Gu Jianlin shook his head and said, "Perhaps a few people still have respect for you and remain loyal to you, but such people will not help you at all, and they cannot help you solve problems."

  The meaning of this passage is very clear.

  I am not loyal.

  So I broke the enchantment of the awakening clock and walked out with the strongest posture.

   But I'm useful to you.

   "With the ability of old Patriarch Jiang, of course he can kill me."

Gu Jianlin walked to the crimson wooden table, tapped a dilapidated wooden box on the table, and said calmly: "Of course he has many ways to torture my soul, but I believe he won't do that. , because he wants so much to survive, so much to get rid of this curse, and I'm the only one who can save him."

  He gently pushed the wooden box out, and said seriously: "Today, I really want to know how valuable Patriarch Jiang's life is, and what price he is willing to pay in exchange for what I have in my hand."

  Jiang Chuge turned his head silently, squinting his eyes at the dilapidated wooden box.

  He is Sanctuary level, and it can be said that it is easy to deal with this young man in front of him.

   It's just that his hand on the sword box became extremely heavy.

  As if petrified, it is hard to move an inch.

  Because he dare not bet.

  Jiang Mingyan didn't speak either, because she knew her father was staring at this place, and everything that happened in the shrine could not escape the eyes of that tyrant.

  In the depressing silence, time and space were distorted together, and a black mist filled the air.

"remarkably brave."

   There was a hoarse voice in the silence, like a monster grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

   The first thing to disappear is the wooden box on the wooden table.

  Gu Jianlin was also swallowed by the black mist and completely disappeared in the shrine.

  He didn't resist from the beginning to the end, just sat calmly on the futon, like a silent sculpture.

  Finally, it was Mrs. Si, squinting his cloudy eyes, playing with the copper coins in his hand, which was divination.

  In the end, he too was swallowed by the mist and disappeared without a trace.

  Jiang Mingyan's eyes changed slightly when he heard his father's old voice.

   "Come to the old house and bring your daughter."

  The old man's voice sounded like a strange noise coming from a broken bellows.

   What really shocked her was not these, but the legendary old house.

   That is a separate courtyard in Shinjuku Gyoen. Only the old head of the Jiang family can enter and exit freely. It is an absolute forbidden area for others. As long as no one is allowed, it is impossible to set foot in half a step.

  Jiang Chuge also heard his grandfather's old voice, his eyes froze.

   "You are no longer needed here, go gather outstanding young people, the dimensional gate on the second floor of the Qilin Immortal Palace has been opened, it is time to complete the sacred mission, to find the God Market..."

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  After the black mist dissipated like a tide, the clear lake reflected the cold moonlight, and the evening cherry blossoms were flying.

  In the gazebo by the lake, the old man was smearing paint on the drawing board vigorously. He was so dying, his back was so bent that it was about to break, and his thin and dry figure could no longer support the black kimono, just like a mummy.

  The gray hair hangs down and flutters in the wind.

  Like a madman.

  Grandpa Si looked at him across a quiet path, and was also shocked by the madness and coercion coming towards him. If he hadn't been strengthened by the ancient supreme, he would have knelt down on the spot and his spirit was broken.

  Dark clouds gather in the sky, the waning moon is engulfed in mist, and there are faint thunder and lightning.

  The lightning flashed for a moment, illuminating the ghostly face of the old man.

   Across the stone table, Gu Jianlin silently stared at his ferocious and terrifying face. His face was completely loose, and his wrinkles were like deep annual rings. Even his facial features were distorted, like a screaming ghost.

  The distance is too close, and the coercion of the wind blows towards the face.

   Fortunately, he has been baptized at the supreme level, so he can stay calm in times of crisis.

   There is no doubt that this is Jiang Chunyang.

  The pioneer of the human world four hundred years ago, the true master of the dark world today.

  Jiang Chunyang is still waving the brush on the drawing board, as if the paint is his anger, venting wantonly.

  From the beginning to the end, he never took his eyes off, as if immersed in the world in the painting.

  Suddenly, he raised his withered right hand and grabbed the golden mask on the boy's face.

   "If you take off my mask, you will die."

  Gu Jianlin said coldly: "My life or your life, who is more valuable?"

  Jiang Chunyang's outstretched right hand rested between his eyebrows, tapped his mask lightly with his index finger, and said hoarsely: "The little guy has a very character, and he knows what to talk to me about."

   "It's really interesting when the Si family unexpectedly produced someone as courageous and knowledgeable as you."

  He withdrew his hand and sneered, "What secret is your face hiding?"

  Gu Jianlin remained silent. Of course, he had camouflaged his face, which was a layer of simulated skin made of alchemy mud, and even injected some special medicine to cause swelling and changes in the facial features.

  But to be on the safe side, he still didn't want to reveal his true face.

  People in the dark world tend to believe in divination more.

  He has the golden mask and the lock of inexistence, that's enough.

   "It doesn't make any difference to me whether I take off the mask or not, but if you decide it arbitrarily like this, then I will already be at a disadvantage in this transaction, and I will definitely suffer a loss by then."

  Gu Jianlin kept analyzing his personality portrait.

  His tyranny, his madness, his cruelty, his cold blood.

  It seems that he also has a blank drawing board in his mind, and he uses paint to outline a ghostly face.

  Based on the information he collected, plus the profile portrait.

  He knew exactly what the old man in front of him wanted.

   "You have a lot of guts."

  Jiang Chunyang continued to stare at the drawing board, and said hoarsely: "There are not many people who dare to trade with me."

   Gu Jianlin looked at the wooden box on the stone table, and said flatly, "That's because they are useless to you."

   Just taking out the life-saving things like this, according to common sense, he must be crazy.

   Actually he's not crazy.

  Because Jiang Chunyang would never act rashly.

  The old man didn't even touch the wooden box.

  Yu Guang never left the wooden box for half an inch.

   "It looks like you're curious to know what's inside this wooden box."

  Gu Jianlin let himself relax, put his elbows on the stone table, and crossed his fingers: "It's a pity that it doesn't have any breath leaking out. Even you dare not move around, for fear of losing your life-saving straw."

  Jiang Chunyang paused with his right hand holding the paintbrush, and didn't seem to mind that he spoke to himself in this tone, with a suppressed pain in his throat, he said in a deep voice, "Where did you get it?"

  Gu Jianlin replied seriously: "The first floor of Qilin Immortal Palace, the Forest of Return Burial."

  Jiang Chunyang was silent for a moment, and a fierce light flashed in his tyrannical eyes.

   This is the speech that Gu Jianlin had prepared long ago.

  The Si family had cooperated with the monastery and explored the Forest of Burial together.

  Afterwards, Si Wei'an kept denying what he got in the Forest of Burial, but no one believed it.

   Now Si Wei'an is dead.

   If there is really something in the Forest of Return Burial, then it can only fall into the hands of the Si family.

   "If you're lying to me, you're going to die badly."

  Jiang Chunyang pressed his paintbrush vigorously, as if he saw his life-and-death enemy and wanted to pierce his heart.

  The reason for saying this is because he thinks the source of things is credible.

   Temporarily do not see any problems.

   But he is a ferocious old wolf, always threatening his opponent.

  As for why he didn't grab it, the reason is very simple.

  Because Gu Jianlin is not a fool, since he dared to take out the things, he would not be afraid of being robbed.

  Everything about the ancient gods must be treated with caution.

  Even if you get the treasure, as long as you use the wrong method, you will still be lost forever.

   "The impact of candlelight on the roots of the sacred tree must be neutralized with the petals of the ghostly lotus."

  Gu Jianlin raised his eyes and paused every word: "I think you should be able to understand."

  The lotus of You Ying.

  Jiang Chunyang turned his head for the first time, staring at him as if his pupils were burning with will-o'-the-wisps.

   After a long silence.

   "Yue Ji is yours now."

He licked his lips, and said hoarsely: "From now on, there will be no interference in your marriage with her, and the Jiang family's suppression of the Si family will also stop. When you are promoted to the sixth rank, you will get a holy skeleton. Will help you master Primordial Return, and if you survive, you'll be part of Twilight."

   Half a sound.

  Gu Jianlin was not afraid of his terrifying eyes, and calmly said, "Not enough."

  Jiang Chunyang tilted his head, staring at the helpless lamb like a monster, ready to eat him in one bite at any moment.

   "Yue Ji is certainly good, but how could your life be worth only this?"

  Gu Jianlin put the wooden box in front of him and pushed it: "I want to share your secret with you."

  When he made this action, his sight suddenly fell outside the lush cherry blossom garden.

  There is actually a shrine at the end of that ancient courtyard. Countless bronze wind chimes sway in the wind, but there is no sound.

  That shrine is like a dark abyss, and only when the lightning flashes can it illuminate a faint corner.

   It was a coffin wrapped with gold chains.

  When Gu Jianlin saw the coffin, he seemed to have vaguely figured out the context of the matter in a fog.

  Because it was too ridiculous, he forgot it in an instant.

   "You are so brave, but you will be scared by that thing?"

  Jiang Chunyang actually grinned, like a devil: "Yes, you should be afraid, because even I am also very scared, and sometimes I think he will push the coffin back to life."

  For the first time, Gu Jianlin felt his heart being clenched and his breathing rhythm disrupted.

   "The one lying in the coffin is my son, Jiang Yanli."

  Jiang Chunyang licked his dry lips, his eyes were playful and nasty: "This is my secret."

  The lightning flashed out, and Gu Jianlin's golden mask was illuminated, like a solemn sculpture.