The Old Gods Are Whispering

In the dark night, the sound of the tide is surging, and the waves are beating on the reef, and the foam is gushing.

The lighthouse on the coast shone a bright light, slowly swept across the pitch-black sea surface, faintly illuminated the colossus hidden in the mist, and reflected a huge turtle-like reflection on the water surface.

The sound of machinery, the sharp sound of steel cables being tightened, and the sharp sound of sirens all mixed together.

This is a huge offshore floating platform, which was built by deep space technology. It can be called a cross-age product like an industrial artwork. It was specially designed to work on sea level, and it was used for mining the ruins of the Qilin Fairy Palace.

The work shed was illuminated by lights, and on a stretcher was a deformed headless corpse.

"This person is Li Changzhi, one of the survivors of the blood moon massacre, and now he is looking for him."

Lu Zijin sat on the chair, lowered his head and rubbed his fingertips, and said lightly, "It's probably another boring temptation."

Deacon Nie glanced at the corpse in disgust, and shook his head: "It's a pity that no one was left alive."

He was wearing a black and white overcoat, with dark gold thread embroidered on his chest, outlining the pattern of a cross, his hands folded on the dining table, a gold Rolex watch on his right hand, and a black ring on his left ring finger.

He was about forty years old, with a serious and deep face, and sparse hair on his head.

"Oh, it's already deformed, what's the use of keeping alive?"

Lu Zijin snorted coldly and said, "The organization behind this guy should come after him again."

Deacon Nie said with a smile: "If you get rid of this organization, Minister Lu will probably be promoted, right?"

In the Ethereum Association, the positions of the thirteen branch ministers are the top priority, but the power is not too great.

What the high-level executives of the association value is their combat effectiveness that can stand on their own.

So it is not likely to give any right to consult.

On the contrary, the Tribunal has been in full swing these years, and even a deacon like him has seen his status rise.

As for Lu Zijin, I wish she could be promoted quickly.

As long as this minister leaves, Fengcheng will only be ruled by the Tribunal.

"I'm sorry, Deacon Nie. I'm not interested in promotion. I handle all kinds of official duties every day, and my hair is about to fall out." Lu Zijin rolled her eyes and said in a cold tone.

Deacon Nie's eyelids twitched when he heard the word hair.

Lu Zijin withdrew his gaze, looking careless.

Not long ago, the two were arguing about the young man surnamed Gu.

Naturally, they won't have a good face when they meet now.

Deacon Nie was a little embarrassed. He turned to look at the man beside him, and smiled apologetically, "I heard that there are aberrants in the urban area today, so I came here to take a look. Unexpectedly, I also met Mr. Jing."

It was a mixed-race man in a suit and leather shoes. He couldn't tell the exact age. He had short pale blond hair combed back meticulously.

"According to the content of the "Heimameni Soul Deed", when a person like me comes to any city, he must say hello to the local minister, so as not to cause any trouble."

The mixed-race man's tone was elegant and calm, but he didn't look at him directly.

Deacon Nie obviously sensed the other party's ignorance, but continued to laugh and said, "The gate of the Qilin Immortal Palace may open at any time, but so many things happened before that, I always feel it is an ominous omen."

"This is an opportunity, and it also represents endless danger. It is impossible for those newcomers awakened by the Qilin Immortal Palace to get in touch with the core of the Qilin Immortal Palace. None of us know what is in the Immortal Palace."

He sighed: "Besides, I'm really afraid that those fallen people will organize to make trouble."

Mr. Jing smiled, but did not speak.

"Recently, because of the Asgard's problems, our trial court is also exhausted. Since the blood moon massacre, there are still many fish that slipped through the province, and they have not been caught so far. Those big fallen organizations are still eyeing them."

Deacon Nie said euphemistically: "I think Fengcheng still needs a natural disaster to sit in charge."

Mr. Jing said indifferently: "My teacher arrived in Fengcheng three days ago."

Deacon Nie couldn't help but: "Really?"

Mr. Jing nodded.

"Since that person has come, we can rest easy."

Deacon Nie was relieved and smiled happily: "Can I take someone to greet me?"

Mr. Jing glanced at him: "Young people can come and see, others are exempt."

Deacon Nie showed an embarrassed yet polite smile.

Lu Zijin was drinking strawberry juice beside her, her moist and beautiful eyes were full of disdain.

Most of the people who come out of the court are like this.

Obedience to the strong, and heavy blows to the weak.

However, this is also understandable.

After all, the man in front of him is that student, and his strength is extremely terrifying.

If the Lu family came over, they would have to lick it too.

Deacon Nie was actually just being polite. He knew that with his weight, he would not be able to be interviewed by that person.

"Then we won't bother you. But if you need anything, call us anytime."

He took out a tablet from his briefcase, handed it over and said, "Speaking of which, this is a group of newcomers trained by the Fengcheng branch. I wonder if they can get into that person's eyes?"

Lu Zijin couldn't help cheering up.

As annoying as the Inquisition guys are, some interests align in this precinct.

According to the rumors, that person has always wanted to take another apprentice.

These years wandering around is also for this purpose.

This Mr. Jing didn't even look at him, and his voice didn't fluctuate at all: "No need, my teacher is getting old, he won't live long, and won't waste time on mediocre people. Looking at the whole era, it may not appear again The kind of genius that the teacher said, the person you recommend will not exist."

If you don't even look at it, you say it's mediocre.

But Deacon Nie didn't give up: "Not now, doesn't mean there won't be in the future. Just today, we are about to launch a hunting mission against clowns. I wonder if you are interested?"

Looking at the black sea, Mr. Jing said calmly, "A clown?"

"Yes, that bastard who stole two precious mythical weapons!"

As soon as Deacon Nie mentioned this, he gritted his teeth: "This guy has the ability to predict danger. Once a sublimator whose strength is far greater than him becomes hostile to him, he will immediately run away. There are also two unidentified myths Armed, even we don't know the specific role."

"But he has been able to escape for so long, one of them must have a strong concealment effect, even if he walks past us at this moment, we may not be able to find him."

He paused: "I even suspect that he may have secretly advanced, and as fallen people, they still have the ability to deform and are extremely difficult to deal with. But this time, he can't escape."

Mr. Jing was rarely curious: "Oh?"

Deacon Nie raised a finger: "We arranged a bait, a bait he couldn't resist!"

When Lu Zijin heard this, a trace of disgust flashed in her beautiful eyes again.

The Judgment Chamber is now relying on the power of others, and each one is bad.

Knowing how dangerous the clown is, he still arranged this task for the child.

"Yeah?"

Mr. Jing thought for a while: "That's quite interesting."

Although at his level, watching the battles of those low-level sublimators is like playing house.

But everyone is from that time.

According to the standards of low-level sublimators, the clown is indeed quite troublesome.

"We have arranged a large number of manpower to ensure nothing goes wrong."

Deacon Nie said sincerely: "I promise, this will be a wonderful hunt. Maybe in this mission, there will be a young man with extraordinary talent who will be recognized by him?"

Mr. Jing hummed, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Um?"

He looked at the headless corpse under the work shed, and took a closer look: "Who killed this?"

Deacon Nie was taken aback.

Lu Zijin squinted her beautiful eyes and said unexpectedly, "My brother."

Mr. Jing shook his head: "No, I'm not talking about the final blow. The cause of this guy's death was that he was blown off his head by a Tier 4 ancient warrior. But before the distortion, someone had already defeated him."

Before the other two could say anything, he raised his hand and pressed it on the corpse.

"It still retains a little spirituality, which is good."

He suddenly closed his eyes, and the corpse trembled crazily, convulsing and convulsing.

Countless strange incantations spread over the corpse, as if burning.

"What is this doing?"

Deacon Nie asked curiously.

Lu Zijin glanced at him like an idiot: "Some kind of forbidden spell, Mr. Jing is talking to the corpse."

"Cars, pistols, magicians, hypnotism, benches."

Mr. Jing closed his eyes and said, "Hypnosis doesn't work? Well, it's hard enough."

I don't know what he saw. After a long time, he opened his eyes, and there was a flash of surprise and astonishment in his eyes. This was the first time his expression changed.

"What's the name of the boy who defeated him?"

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After the evening self-study ended, a turbulent flow of people poured down from the teaching building, mixed with noise.

"Hey, have you heard that Zhang Lei from the class next door has asked for leave!"

"It's so fresh to ask for leave. My mother agrees and I will ask for it too."

"No, don't you all know? He asked for leave because he was crazy! It is said that when he was at home, his parents were beaten up, and then he was taken away by police detectives, as if he was put in a mental hospital. "

"Damn it, I've heard about it. It's said that Class 3 and Class 6 also have it, and they all go crazy with a groan!"

Gu Jianlin walked downstairs expressionlessly, listening to the gossip.

After joining the Ether Association, he was not used to this kind of thing. The entire Fengcheng has not many people with sublimation talent, but it is definitely not a very small number. It is normal for a school to find a few.

According to the articles of association of the ether, those people will be allowed to leave the hospital after undergoing mental recuperation.

Next, through training, you can complete the awakening with the help of the association and become an investigator.

Step into a new world from now on.

At this time, someone quietly walked up to him, chewing a piece of gum in his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "It's been a long time since I went back to school life, I really miss it. I have to say, there are quite a lot of beauties in your school. "

Gu Jianlin took it for granted that Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School was the best school in the city, but in fact the school rules were not strict.

You fall in love, perm and dye your hair, make up and wear skirts, basically nobody cares.

Just get good grades.

Only those like You Zhu, who got in with extra points in the art test, and their grades were always at the bottom, would they be called parents.

"What the hell are you here for?"

Gu Jianlin couldn't help but said, "Is something going to happen?"

Lu Zicheng raised his eyebrows: "How do you know?"

Gu Jianlin looked around, his pupils flickering.

"one."

"Three."

"Seven."

"nine."

He murmured and lowered his voice: "On this floor, I saw nine people pretending to be students. If I'm not mistaken, they should all be members of the association, right?"

Lu Zicheng was taken aback, and he didn't know how this kid found out, so he hurriedly said, "Shh."

Seeing his reaction, Gu Jianlin understood.

Lu Zicheng was silent for a moment: "Just go to your school well, and you don't need to worry about the rest. How much has your spiritual accumulation completed?"

Gu Jianlin hesitated for a second: "Twenty-five percent."

Lu Zicheng frowned, and commented: "This is all three bottles of reagents? The efficiency of this absorption is average. After the mission of hunting the clown is over, you should be able to share some of the merits. Then you can use the merits to exchange them again." Spiritual secret medicine."

Gu Jianlin heard this: "Will the clown come to your door?"

Lu Zicheng curled his lips: "Almost."

"You have to read the clown's information carefully. You are not alone in this mission. Just make sure you can kill him in the end. In short, if you feel danger, please notify me immediately. I will not leave the school in the near future."

He patted the young man on the shoulder: "You can do it yourself."

After speaking, he turned and left, disappearing into the crowd.

Gu Jianlin was silent for a long time.

He has read the information about the clown.

It is said that he was one of the survivors of the blood moon massacre. He was polluted while mining the Qilin fairy palace, and was almost killed by his father later.

In other words, this guy will also come to seek revenge on himself.

This may be the reason why the Ether Association assigned him this assessment task.

"I can only wait."

Gu Jianlin let out a long sigh of relief and walked out of the teaching building.

For the vast majority of male high school students, apart from good teachers, there are two other indicators that are very important.

One is that there are not many beautiful women.

One is whether the food in the cafeteria is good or not.

In terms of food, Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School is notoriously poor in the city.

So that every time after the evening self-study, everyone would go to the snack street at the door to look for food before the school was closed.

As for the cafeteria, the dogs don't go there.

One time Gu Jianlin was very impressed. He heard that the cafeteria rarely provided seafood, as well as hairy crabs.

He also went there that day and queued for a long time, but he hit a small crab no bigger than a palm.

Small is better than nothing.

Until his extended chopsticks were caught by the crab's pincers...

Sometimes the cafeteria is also worried about the lack of nutrition of the students, so they ingeniously add special insect dishes to the white rice.

High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking methods, and simple flies become golden and delicious after being fried.

Rich in protein, clean and hygienic.

Gu Jianlin didn't plan to eat in the cafeteria anymore, he planned to go to the snack street to buy some food, and by the way, bring some to his cheap sister.

As a result, as soon as he walked out of the playground, he saw a familiar figure curled up on the bench at the school gate.

Her short hair fluttered, her shoulders were thin, and her back was lonely.

"Why are you sitting here?"

Gu Jianlin leaned over, and Fox questioned.

"Um?"

Su Youzhu raised her head, revealing her pale, bloodless little face.

When Gu Jianlin saw her expression, he understood.

"Is your period coming?"

With a pretty face, Su Youzhu hummed.

"You stay up late every day, and your work and rest are so chaotic, it will definitely hurt."

Gu Jianlin shook his head, took out a thermos from his bag and handed it to her: "Brown sugar water."

Su Youzhu was taken aback: "Where did it come from?"

Gu Jianlin said, "Soak it in advance at home."

Su Youzhu hesitated again: "For... mine?"

Gu Jianlin hummed.

It's not a problem to be taken care of like this all the time. It just happened that last night he used his life perception to find out that the girl was about to have her period, so he made preparations in advance.

Su Youzhu was stunned. She hadn't had her menstrual period at that time, but the brown sugar water was prepared in advance.

Then there is only one possibility.

——The boy knows her cycle.

Gu Jianlin found that the girl stared at him inexplicably and strangely, with an inexplicable meaning.

"I see."

Su Youzhu was thoughtful, and then said blankly: "Could it be that after using that thing, I feel that the experience of a real person will be better, so I decided to brush my favorability now?"

4,700 words, damn overslept...