Rules-based ghost talk game

"Mr. Zhao Si, in order to ensure the success rate of our operation, I need you to tell me everything you know." Chen An said softly.

Zhao Si squinted his eyes. The young man in front of him suddenly changed his appearance.

Chen An, on the other hand, smiled bitterly with some trembling in his heart.

Cooperating with a "former angel"... who knows if he will trick me, what if this time he needs to "sacrifice" his life in action?

As a being without any "humanity", Chen An could not guarantee what Liu Neng would do.

Liu Neng demonstrated this point of being "inhumane" incisively and vividly when he was in Jingshan Hospital.

If it hadn't been for Miao Luoying's prophecy...he would really have allowed the three of him to be tortured to death by Li Zimu in the North District!

"So... I need some chips, at least to show my ability, so that he doesn't dare to act rashly..." Chen An was silent in his heart.

"This is what I should tell you." Zhao Si stood up calmly, waved his hand and pointed to the letter on the table.

"The Lord of Soft City, Gu Suo, is a fear-level 'harpist' of the Path of Destiny. As a 'harpist', he can wave the strings of fate, slightly tilting or changing the fate of others... On the other hand, he You can also play 'musical creations' to produce different effects.

Of course, this is based on inheriting the abilities of ‘Beggars’ and ‘Black Fairy Tales’.”

Zhao Si looked at Chen An and said: "But... it is important to 'know' that the weirdness of black fairy tales comes from 'black fairy tales'. Well, this is also some capital that I can compete with him."

Chen An raised his eyebrows, feeling completely helpless.

"But the key point is how to destroy the ceremony." Chen An said solemnly.

"Even if I was a former angel, I am just a horror now. Counting you and the people around you, we are no match for the entire soft city's secret organization... plus the city owner Gu Suo." Zhao Si frowned. : "It's unrealistic to destroy the ceremony."

When Chen An heard this, he was speechless for a while.

Yes, he could think of things, so how could Liu Neng, who knew more about how to become a bishop than he did, not know about it?

But Chen An still hopes to work hard. No matter how small the manpower is and how slim the hope is, it doesn't necessarily mean there is none?

Suddenly, Chen An felt a surge of spirituality in his mind!

"Yarrow?" Chen An suddenly whispered in his heart: "The time given by the Lord of the Night...the time when Liu Neng suddenly found me...the node at which this matter was discovered is a bit too coincidental..."

etc...

Chen An suddenly remembered "Zhou Yu"'s message again.

He said that before he truly embarks on the journey of the "Endless Traveler"... there will be "coincidences of fate".

destiny...

Chen An closed his eyes slightly.

"Mr. Zhao Si, I think I may have some methods." Chen An said, taking out a fish skin-like bag from his black crossbody bag, and then carefully took out a small handful of dry blades of grass.

Zhao Si stared at the hay, observing with his personality and spirituality, but he could not detect the extraordinaryness of the hay.

"These withered grasses have no weirdness attached to them, nor are they extraordinary." Zhao Si frowned slightly and thought to himself.

Chen An placed the small handful of withered grass on the table, looked at Zhao Si's face, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Hmm... It's exactly what I thought. As a gift from the gods and a god with "wisdom behind the scenes" and authority, these yarrows have a "behind the curtain" and "secret" flavor.

However, even if Zhao Si sees it, I can still say that I was good friends with Hei Ye back then.

Thinking of this, Chen An remembered the kindness of the "Lord of the Night" to him.

This kindness has no reason and is very strange.

Is this also the fate of the "Endless Traveler"?

Taking a breath, Chen An said: "These are some of my... divination methods, which may be effective." Then, Chen An's tone became more serious: "Mr. Zhao Si, please protect me."

Later, Chen An used his spirituality to communicate with the matter in the yarrow, and the invisible spirituality instantly began to burn illusively, turning into a spiritual fire that ignited the yarrow!

Seeing the yarrow beginning to burn, an obscure spiritual wave spread, carrying an unimaginable personality for Zhao Si, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Who is this Chen An...? Zhao Si squinted his eyes and looked at the young man, feeling suddenly unsure.

Chen An's eyes were covered with a layer of dark purple mist. Through the mist, he faced the translucent smoke emitted by burning yarrow.

This smoke is layer upon layer, illusory and profound.

"How to destroy Gu Suo's ritual." Chen An thought silently.

Then, repeat three times.

The heavy gray mist, the illusory gray mist floating like silk and satin, layer upon layer, not clear enough nor real enough, a blurry but realistic picture... appeared in Chen An's eyes!

Chen An's breathing was slightly rapid, and there were waves of murmuring sounds in his ears. The sounds did not come from the night, but from the "offense" of divination!

At this moment, he saw a vague and huge, vague and covering the entire soft city...altar!

The illusory and gauzy gray fog formed a picture. Chen An seemed to see the pale and painful faces of the people from the outer city. They endured nightmares, poverty and pain in the distorted roars and shouts at the top of their lungs...

Hungry, enduring fear...

He saw black shadows symbolizing nightmares appearing on the bodies of the people in the outer city, connecting their spirits to the edge of collapse.

At this moment, a voice from the bottom of his heart told Chen An that this was the first altar, named: "People's Panic" was a nightmare that grew in the hearts of people in the outer city.

The next moment, the scene changed again, and the people in the outer city and the inner city seemed to be tortured by fear. Shadows, monsters, and sharp knives appeared behind them!

Blood spilled on the streets, and fear covered the entire soft city!

At the same time, many figures wearing black hoods appeared on the streets inside and outside Soft City. In their hands, they held statues of naked men hanging upside down. They shouted, and the people around them seemed to have seen the salvation of the world.

Lord...those ragged outlanders rushed toward the altar one after another, and then, one by one, they turned into ferocious "monsters"!

This is the second altar... called "Loss of Hope"... When the people in the outer city are at their weakest mentally, they are completely overcome by fear. Under the threat of death, they make them believe in the evil god and become monsters!

The next moment, the screen changes again!

The blurry soft capital was huge and small. As the angle of view increased, the soft capital gradually turned into a palm-sized ball in Chen An's eyes. At the same time...in this land of darkness, something appeared

Seventy-two other blurry and twisted spheres!

Chen An seemed to see high-ranking figures wearing ferocious masks holding hands. They seemed to be conducting some kind of transaction.

Each of the spheres exudes a jet-black luster, and the soft luster is so weak that it is almost completely transparent!

At one point, the luster of one of the spheres is brand new, newly born!

Chen An remembered what Brother Scar said: "The new one is almost ready, and I don't know when it will be moved and merged by the people above."

At the same time, in the vagueness and blur, Soft City seemed to have traveled through time. Chen An saw vague figures and malicious threads, which were entangled with Soft City...

At this moment, Chen Anming realized that this was the third altar... It is called "the general trend". When everything has gone through a long-term layout, the decline of Ruandu means its fate. The emergence of new sub-capital will determine the future of Ruandu. Being abandoned, and the new capital and vacant official positions are in the interests of many people. Therefore, this is the general trend.

The picture turned again, this time faster and more blurry... It was the fourth altar... It was a man's figure, fleeting and gone.