From Prisoner to Si Chen

The mysterious and invisible rhythmic wind blew past, rolled up into the air, and passed directly past the man who was trying to escape.

The golden light rising into the sky suddenly distorted and fluctuated.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a scream from above their heads, and then saw the purple-eyed young man turn his big hand upside down and press it down.

There was blurry light and shadow escaping between Jilan's five fingers.

It seems to be controlling some terrible power.

"ah--"

The man in the robe was in tatters and bloody, and his whole body seemed to be tightly wrapped by an invisible force and was dragged back forcefully.

In fact, this is a "fluid" that Jilan refining "Gangfeng" twice, compressing, condensing, and shaping into a kind of "fluid" that can be controlled with his thoughts.

The invisible fluid turned into a giant hand, grabbing the man in the palm of his hand and slamming him to the ground.

Boom! !

There was a loud bang.

The ground shook.

Countless dust and gravel flew across, creating a circular mud wave.

Everyone couldn't help but step back and raised their hands to block the strong wind and dust. After a while, they looked up and looked horrified.

Next to Angus' huge body, a large crater with a diameter of more than ten meters fell. Amidst the smoke and dust, one could vaguely see the strange superior Biwo lying inside.

But this man was seriously injured and his flesh and blood were mutilated.

Panting heavily, a pair of red eyes stared at the young man standing by the pit.

"Tell 'Mason' Anthony and ask him to tell the rest of the federal camp superiors... The world is my territory. You can come to each other, but as long as you are caught by me, one by one, I will kill them all!"

Gilan stood upright, held up the brim of his hat, looked down at the man in the pit with cold eyes, and said lightly.

The man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death said nothing, but his eyelids twitched and veins were exposed on his forehead.

Obviously these words made Him feel insulted.

"Oh."

Ji Lan chuckled and was too lazy to talk to this guy anymore, but directly raised his hand.

Dozens or hundreds of silver lightning bolts as thick as fingers burst out from his palm, like a large net, covering the pit and Angus in a fan shape.

Crackling!

Everyone saw the silver light flashing, and arc sparks floating in the air.

The seriously injured man and the dying Angus were all turned into powder in this torrent of lightning, and were decomposed on the spot!

Jilan bent his fingers and suddenly closed his fist.

Snap!

The silver lightning was recovered again, and with the huge energy of decomposition, it condensed in his hands and reconstructed into two bright glass beads.

He didn't bother to keep it and just chose corruption.

Colorful light that could not be observed by others emerged, and the two glass beads in his palm disappeared, turning into Jilan's mysterious points.

Only to see that there were 5,000 more energy points on the board.

Accumulated to "28970" points.

The corners of Jilan's mouth showed a satisfied arc.

"Weiwei."

He called softly.

Immediately, the sapphire ring worn on the middle finger flashed, and the enchanting little man as big as a palm flew out.

The little angel flapped its bat wings and floated on Jilan's shoulder.

It first glanced at the silent "onlookers" and noticed that the eyes of this group of people were full of awe when looking at its owner, and it couldn't help but feel secretly proud.

Then he said softly to Ji Lan:

"Master, what do you need Weiwei to do?"

"Help me search the ruins of the apartment building in front of me to see if I can find a mutilated black film reel."

Gillan pointed forward.

Weiwei quickly agreed and flapped her bat wings vigorously, passing through a black shadow and swooping into the ruins of the wall.

Not long after.

The little familiar flew back again, holding a incomplete black film in his hand.

Today, Weiwei has followed Jilan all the way to "feast and drink". After absorbing a large amount of soul energy, she has already evolved to the first level of the high-level Hell Viscount, which is equivalent to the strength of an ordinary fourth-level long-term person.

The weight of its intervention in the material world has been increased, and it is no longer like before, it can only rely solely on spells to affect living things.

Ji Lan took the film reel from Weiwei's hand, smiled and praised it before putting it back into the ring.

Looking at the film fragments labeled "No. 1" in his hand, he couldn't help but chuckle.

'Now, only the last fragment is left...'

Thinking to himself, Gilan turned around and looked at the crowd.

However, what he didn't expect was that before he could speak, Shi Luo Simon had already taken the initiative to come over.

The tall, thin gentleman had an uneasy look on his face. When he came to Gillan, he took off his hat and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Gillan, I'm sorry for what happened in the past... I just saw that you seemed to be looking for film fragments. I happened to have a similar collection in my hand, so I took this opportunity to offer it as an apology."

Schroe said cautiously, reaching into his top hat and taking out a mutilated film reel that was almost the same as the one in Gillan's hand.

Ji Lan silently stared at the man in front of him.

It wasn't until Shi Luo had cold sweat streaming down his forehead and his face gradually turned pale that he spoke:

"Because you are so sensible, I won't kill you today."

Hearing this, Shi Luo was startled for a moment, and then his eyes showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

Gilan reached out and took the other party's film reel, glanced down, and sure enough, it was marked "No. 3".

He couldn't help but secretly lament that this trip went smoothly, and he finally got the remaining pieces of "Curtain Call # Part 1" together as he wished.

‘After returning to Muse City, let’s watch the movie as soon as possible. ’

Jilan thought.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he said to the tall and thin gentleman in front of him lightly:

"You seem to have been looking for the secret of ascension?"

"Yes, sir." Shi Luo bowed his head and said respectfully. "I have the honor to visit the Great Library this time, and I have learned about this knowledge."

Jilan observed Shi Luo's spirituality, but shook his head.

The path this guy took was the same furnace sword spiral as himself, but it belonged to the path of the "director" of February Si Chen, and was at the 6th level of the original "scenery".

"February is a dead end, you can't get through it."

Seeing that this guy took the initiative to offer the film fragments, Ji Lan reminded him casually.

Hearing this, Shi Luo was stunned.

He was obviously a little panicked, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Please... please help me, Mr. Ji Lan!"

"The ascension gate in February has long been occupied by the three Si Chens of Art, and they do not allow anyone to ascend in this month."

Jilan shook his head.

His eyes were indifferent, and he added:

"Also, I remind you that if you choose to bow to the art camp and ascend with their path, then you will be my enemy. If we meet again, I will kill you without hesitation. Do you understand?"

"I understand..."

Shi Luo responded in a deep voice, with a look of awe.

But he never expected that he had found the secret of ascension with so much difficulty, but the road ahead was cut off.

An inexplicable despair arose spontaneously.

At this time, Ji Lan said lightly:

"February is a dead end for the time being, but it does not mean that it will always be a dead end. There is no need to be too pessimistic."

"Hmm?" Shi Luo raised his head suddenly, as if he saw hope. "What you mean is..."

Ji Lan smiled without saying anything, turned around and left.

Leaving Shi Luo standing there, thinking about the deep meaning of his words.

After a while.

He seemed to have guessed something, and he was shocked suddenly.

"Could it be that... the 'Red Sage' intends to ascend to the February Hour?!"

According to his growth trajectory, this is not impossible... After all, it only took the 'Red Sage' two or three years from a mortal to ascend.

Becoming a god...

Perhaps the 'Red Sage' can really do it!

Shi Luo turned his head with a complicated expression, looking at the back of the young man leaving, and inexplicably felt a sense of greatness.

…

…

The next day.

Jilan came to the Triumph Building as usual.

As soon as he entered his chairman's office, Maiwei walked in with a stack of documents.

"Chairman Jilan, some major events have happened abroad recently."

The uniformed female secretary placed the documents on the curved desk and reported in a deep voice.

"According to the spies planted by the committee in various countries, the traces of the three old god secret cults, the 'Tian Nie Cult', the 'Golden Branch of Dawn' and the 'Crescent Moon Society', have been discovered..."

As he was speaking, Maiwei's face showed hatred.

Jilan picked up a document and flipped through it.

Soon, his eyes narrowed.

According to the intelligence of the committee, in addition to the three major hegemons, the Stuttgart Empire, the Bremen Empire and the Owena Federation, many mysterious and harmful incidents have occurred in the dozens of small countries around in recent months.

Horrifying incidents that violate secular ethics, such as parent-child fratricide, obscene gatherings, and killing games, have emerged one after another, and the three old god cults are behind them.

"The old god believers have been making frequent moves recently, and they have deliberately avoided the three major hegemons and only made trouble in these small countries. There must be some conspiracy behind them."

Maiwei said in a deep voice.

"Small principalities such as Poole, Cruz and Anduliwei have become a place of chaos and misery, and more than half of the civilians have become sacrifices."

"..."

Gilan looked at the expression on her face, and then looked at the intelligence file in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

The people in this other world have lived in misery and shrouded in mysterious darkness since the Middle Ages.

The general trend is irresponsible.

This sentence best describes ordinary people.

Jilan couldn't help but sigh. If he hadn't had "Banlan" by his side and had not embarked on the "Fire Sword Road" by chance, he might have died in the prison of the Red Tree Street Police Station, or in danger again and again.

'But I'm not a savior, and I don't have the ability to save everyone. I can only take care of myself and the people around me. '

Jilan's eyes were cold.

'But... the three old god secret sects are purely tumors and pests in the world. If there is a chance, they must be uprooted. Just like eradicating the three secret societies, they will all be wiped out from the world! '

He never forgot that he himself had a grudge against these three secret sects.

Jilan will settle the three sooner or later!

After a busy day.

At night.

Jilan left the Triumph Building and drove back to the apartment at No. 9 Morales Street.

After a simple wash, he changed into a skin-friendly silk pajamas and turned on the long-lost projector in the master bedroom.

After inserting a brand new mercury battery, Gillan took out three fragments of "Curtain Call # Part 1" and let them merge on their own.

When the complete film reel was formed, Gillan installed it on the projector and pressed the metal paddle switch.

Click.

A crisp sound.

Chiss...

Chiss...

The shuttle began to move, and a beam of light was projected from the light box and fell on the curtain hanging on the wall.

"Let me see the last secret that Mr. Clark, the 'director', left me."

Gillan took a deep breath and sat cross-legged.

Then he looked at the curtain.

Swish.

The noise and vertical spots moved downward for a moment, and a line of white subtitles appeared on the screen:

"This is the short life of me, Clark Ashton Smith, after traveling through another world."

"I dedicate this to my pursuit of dreams, my praise for the supreme creativity of mankind, and my last effort to my best friend whom I have never met."

The subtitles stayed for ten seconds.

Then they slowly dissipated.

Instead, there was a bird's-eye view of a medieval village, and the camera slowly moved until it switched to a close-up of a boy.

The boy was wearing a poor man's linen shirt, with delicate features, and looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was tied up and fell on the straw pile in the cowshed, unconscious.

'Is that... Mr. Clark when he was young? '

Gillan guessed, and his consciousness flickered.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself in the world of the film.

As soon as he came in, "Colorful" gave a hint.

Now is the dark age of the early seventeenth century.

Gillan understood instantly. According to the time node, William Gerard should have been a teenager at this time, and was working as a mercenary in the Percy Merchant Union to make a living and learn skills.

‘So, the film starts when the “director” just crossed over...’

He thought.

Gillan looked around and found that he was outside the cowshed. Through the light hole on the wall, he could see the unconscious boy inside.

At the same time, he also found that this viewing, like "Curtain Call # , could not intervene in any way and could only watch.

Click click...

At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps came.

Gillan turned his head and saw a group of ragged villagers holding sickles, axes and pitchforks, holding torches, and coming towards the cowshed aggressively.

“Clark, that kid, must have sold his soul to the devil in exchange for heretical knowledge!”

A skinny middle-aged man with a leather hat and a mustache said angrily.

"He actually said that our world is round, that the air is filled with tiny creatures, and that he blasphemed and slandered Omer as a fake... Damn it! He must be sent to the stake before the church comes, otherwise our whole village will suffer!"

"I've seen that the boy is not right!"

Another fat aunt with a red headscarf said in doubt, with her face full of flesh.

Waving the kitchen knife in her hand, she said hurriedly:

"How can anyone survive the plague? And after recovering from the disease, it's like a different person. The tone and behavior are completely different from before... Maybe Clark has been possessed by the devil!"

"Burn him to death!"

A villager shouted in fear.

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the villagers also responded:

"Burn him to death!!"

Clang!

The man in the leather hat kicked open the simple wooden door of the cowshed, and immediately, the villagers swarmed in and dragged the boy out.

Gilan followed all the way.

He witnessed the villagers tying Clark to the cross at the entrance of the village.

At this time, the boy finally woke up.

After opening his eyes, he looked around.

Seeing the villagers glaring at him with horror and anger, and the desperate situation of being trapped on the cross, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.