The Old Gods Are Whispering

The night seemed to boil.

Gu Jianlin swung his chair, and precisely smashed the dagger in the opponent's hand!

At this moment, he saw the face of the enemy clearly.

An ordinary man!

clown!

"how did you find me?"

The clown rubbed his numb wrists, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood: "How dare you find me?"

He failed with a single blow, and even retreated step by step, keeping a safe distance.

At the end of the corridor is a girl who has passed out on the ground. She even has a Taidao in her hand. If nothing else happens, she is an investigator who belongs to the Ether Association.

It's just that it was brought down, but fortunately, it's still alive.

Gu Jianlin heard the rhythm of the girl's life getting farther and farther away, and said expressionlessly:

"As long as it exists, it will leave traces. Whether you use mythical weapons or supernatural abilities, it may help you evade the exploration of supernatural means, but it cannot help you erase the traces you left in this world. Traces. At least the thing you are using doesn't have this effect yet."

The clown stopped walking backwards, and there was a puzzled expression on his ordinary face: "Even so, the Ether Association and the Tribunal did not use conventional means to find me. So many experts and detectives from the task force have How did you manage to find me?"

Gu Jianlin said lightly: "They can't do it, but it doesn't mean I can't do it."

Impeccable answer.

"Excellent. During this period of time, people around you say you are crazy, but I know you are not crazy."

The clown gave a thumbs up and said with a sneer, "You inherited your father's talent. That's great. After your father died, I was always thinking about how to get revenge. Fortunately, with your existence, I will make your death very painful. .”

Gu Jianlin smiled silently.

Sure enough, this group of people has been watching by his side for a long time.

The clown licked his lips and asked again: "Then how dare you come in front of me?"

"I just want to ask you something."

Gu Jianlin raised his eyes and said softly, "And...you have nothing to be afraid of."

Sizzle.

The lights on the ceiling flickered overhead, and a ray of light flickered faintly.

In an instant, the clown's face was in the shadows, so eerie and strange, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

Grinning almost to the ears.

"Actually, you should be afraid. Even if you have already completed the awakening with a high probability, the Ether Association should have told you how dangerous I am. Let me guess, your confidence comes from the Association?"

He sneered and said: "Do you really think that the Ether Association is willing to help you? Don't you know who you are? If they value you, they can't use you to lure me into the bait. You know, you are Gu Ci'an son of a fallen man. In a world where there is sunlight, you will always bear this shame."

"So what?"

Gu Jianlin's eyes were so deep that people couldn't understand: "A person who is dying, there is no need to worry about the affairs of the living."

"I didn't expect you to be very arrogant, but as a newcomer, what you should do is to make up more lessons."

The clown raised a finger and smiled: "Everyone understands that the villain dies because of talking too much, but the way of the magician is an exception. For the magician, every look, every movement, and every word are important. Fight. After today, you and your family will pay very dearly for your stupidity."

He said: "Because you are just a bait. As a bait, you foolishly took the bait."

Gu Jianlin said expressionlessly, "Have you finished your nonsense?"

The clown looked at him with pity, and sighed softly: "I really don't know what to do."

For a moment, Gu Jianlin's eyes were dark and dark, and there were whispers in his ears, which made him feel like he was floating in the clouds, his whole body was numb and drowsy.

Hypnotism!

Yes, the battle starts from the very first sentence.

The reason why the clown talks so much is that he is using language and movements, and even the changes in his eyes, to exert psychological hints. The ultimate goal is to perform hypnosis, which is a magician's fighting method.

"Go to sleep, have a good sleep, you are already very tired..."

The clown smiled, and his voice was strange and deep, like a lullaby of the dark wind, "It's like your dead father, sleeping forever and never waking up again."

When Gu Jianlin heard these words, an ancient and majestic black unicorn seemed to wake up deep in his consciousness!

The golden vertical pupils are burning fiercely!

The clown was slightly taken aback, as if he had a bad premonition.

"Shut up."

Gu Jianlin violently grabbed the unfinished bowl of noodles next to him, and smashed it directly on his head!

Noodles and noodle soup were all over his face, dripping down.

The clown roared angrily, and tore off the steel bowl on his head.

Gu Jianlin had already pulled out the Desert Eagle from his waist, loaded it skillfully, took aim, and pulled the trigger!

He had practiced this movement thousands of times last night.

bang bang bang!

There were three muffled shots, and the muzzle of the gun was silenced by alchemy technology, making only the sound similar to the impact of a basketball.

However, the three bullets were all empty.

After hearing the sound of the Desert Eagle being loaded, the clown's initial reaction was to bend over and roll, and then after rolling three times, he exploded into a cloud of smoke and disappeared in place.

Teleportation.

No, logically speaking, this is not a teleportation, but a charged jump!

This skill requires stamina!

Gu Jianlin didn't know where he went.

If it is a normal person, if they lose their target in such a dim environment, they will definitely panic.

Gu Jianlin was unusually quiet, and without looking back, he raised his hand sideways like lightning and pulled the trigger.

With a bang, a dagger piercing his back was sent flying by the kinetic energy of the bullet.

He twisted his waist again, adjusted the muzzle, and pulled the trigger.

Two more merciless shots!

The muzzle flash flickered away.

A hoarse, suppressed moan of pain sounded in the night.

Blood spattered onto the floor.

The clown held his bleeding shoulder with an expression of disbelief all over his face.

It seemed that he couldn't understand what had just happened.

He is a second-level magician, but facing a zero-level rookie, the hypnotism has failed!

Moreover, the young man in front of him actually predicted his position in advance and adjusted the muzzle of his gun.

Therefore, he was able to seize the fleeting opportunity and flick his dagger away.

Frightened, he once again used the teleportation technique to change positions and tactics.

Unexpectedly, he was shot directly.

The most shocking thing is that this young man has never used supernatural powers from the beginning to the end!

"Confused?"

Gu Jianlin said coldly: "Why don't you guess now, why do I have to talk to you so much?"

The clown froze.

The answer to this question is simple.

The reason why Gu Jianlin talked to him so much was to perfect the other person's personality portrait.

The more complete the personality portrait, the better he understands the other person.

Then control the other party's psychology.

Every movement, every expression.

Subtle changes in the eyes, the frequency and rhythm of breathing.

Can reveal inner thoughts.

Including in the silence, the rhythm of the clown's life is as sharp and piercing as fingernails scratching a blackboard. Such an uncomfortable noise is too obvious, and it is impossible to ignore it.

By analyzing this information, Gu Jianlin was able to predict the opponent's actions in advance.

Do this kind of miracle that is almost like a prophet!

"I said, you shouldn't have revealed so much information to me."

Gu Jianlin clenched the Desert Eagle in his hand, feeling the numbness in his palm: "Your fighting ability is good, it should be because you have self-harmed yourself before, and you are used to the pain. And you have learned MMA for a while, so you should be from the Ether Association. Training? I am not as good as you in these two points. But the longer I play, the more I understand you."

The clown clutched his bleeding left shoulder, his facial expression twisted, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"Six o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow? Sorry, I can't wait that long."

Gu Jianlin held a pistol in his left hand, picked up a chair with his right hand, and walked up to it expressionlessly.

"Your hypnotic ability doesn't work for me, what else is left?"

The young man's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person with cold eyes: "Where's your mythical weapon? Don't you want to use it? Next, I will guess every move you make correctly. Do you want to try it?"

Excited.

The other party is a fallen person, so he must be angered.

Preferably like Li Changzhi.

Lose your mind and become mentally handicapped.

The clown's face twisted with the soup on his face. He moved his limbs and bones, making a crackling sound all over his body, and said with a sneer, "You, do you really think that a mere profile can smooth out the gap between extraordinary?"

He took out a card from his pocket, the sharp edges and corners glowed with a gloomy cold light:

"You will pay for your stupidity."

"Then continue."

Gu Jianlin picked up a chair with both hands.

Without leaving any chance for the enemy to breathe, the boy lifted his chair and charged forward.

Swing it up, smash it down!

There was only a loud shattering sound, and the two chairs shattered on the ground.

The clown used the teleportation technique to burst into a cloud of smoke to dodge.

left!

However, Gu Jianlin had already guessed his thoughts, grabbed the half-broken chair leg, and swung it to the left again!

In an instant, the cold light cut his face like a knife, making his heart tremble.

Accompanied by the shrill sound of breaking through the air, a poker card as hard as a knife swirled towards him, cutting the leg of the chair in his hand in half as if cutting tofu, and brushed past his cheek dangerously.

Finally, it pierced straight into the wall behind it.

Card Knife!

A second-tier magician is already very proficient in the extraordinary ability to draw paper like a knife.

If Gu Jianlin hadn't predicted it, his throat would have been cut in just a moment.

"Profiling is not a panacea."

In the dark corner, the clown's panting sound came, and the voice was full of vicious hatred: "This is just the beginning, and it will hurt a lot."

With harsh words on his lips, this battle was too aggrieved.

He knew that the other party was a rookie, but ordinary hypnotism didn't work.

More than half of the ability of the magician path has been directly abolished.

Compared with fighting skills, this kid doesn't play cards according to the routine.

With the help of profiling predictions, picking up a chair is a violent blow, just like fighting a gangster in the city, without any rules.

The clown wandered in the dark, grinning and said, "What will happen to your family after I finish you off?"

When magicians fight, they must talk loudly, because only in this way can they exert psychological hints.

Once the enemy's psychology reveals a flaw, it is the time to use hypnotism.

Gu Jianlin had checked the way the magician used his abilities a long time ago, and rushed over with the chair again: "At least I still have a family, but you are an orphan."

Blast!

The clown laughed back in anger, his expression extremely distorted, like a mad puppet possessed by a resentful soul.

Scarlet light burst out from his pupils, hypnotism!

Gu Jianlin felt dizzy again, with rapidly spinning poker cards in front of his eyes, and fell asleep.

He realized that something was wrong, and the cards that flew past just now also exerted psychological hints!

Coupled with the voice of the clown, the hypnotism is triggered again!

This time the hypnosis was very unusual, Gu Jianlin only felt that he had a dream, in the dream he returned to the highway that terrified him so much, a huge truck broke through the storm and roared towards him.

It seemed as if his life was about to be smashed into pieces.

At the critical moment, someone turned around and held him tightly in his arms.

"Old Gu..."

Gu Jianlin was in a daze for a while, staring at that face in a daze.

"Don't be afraid."

The man comforted him in his ear: "It will be fine after a night of sleep."

Gu Jianlin seemed to be infected by that gentle voice, and stood there numbly, giving up resistance.

"Yes, that's it, just sleep. Death is not terrible, it's just a nightmare."

The clown's tone seemed to be coaxing a child to sleep, but the smile on his face was distorted with resentment, and he moved forward step by step.

While using mesmerism, he cannot teleport and card knife at the same time.

So I can only approach slowly and kill with another blow.

The clown had speculated that it might be because the teenager's mental will was very tenacious, so ordinary hypnotism was ineffective.

But he didn't believe in evil, so he wanted to try again.

This time he directly used hypnotism with all his strength, taking advantage of the biggest nightmare in the boy's heart, attacking the mind first!

As expected, the effect is very good.

Gu Jianlin had already given up resistance.

The clown approached the dumb boy, and took out a dagger with his right hand.

Just for a split second, Gu Jianlin raised his eyes abruptly, and the pupils of his eyes seemed to be filled with ancient divine power!

I saw him throwing his hand violently, the broken chair leg with sharp wooden thorns, piercing the air and screaming!

With a click, blood spurted out.

The clown staggered backwards, with a broken chair leg inserted into his lower abdomen, about two centimeters in.

I don't know if it was because of pain or anger, but his face was extremely ferocious, as if the evil spirit in his body was about to burst out.

In the hoarse roar, there was only one meaning conveyed.

Old six!

"Sorry, my dad never talks to me like that!"

Gu Jianlin's pupils were bloodshot with anger, he picked up two chairs again, and smashed them down!

boom!

boom!

boom!

The clown fell to the ground directly from the continuous critical blows, covered his head with his hands, and exploded into a cloud of smoke again.

When he reappeared, he had landed by the window, and at some point there was a silver-white chain on his wrist, which extended into the darkness, suspended in mid-air, and surrounded his body.

Appeared, myth armed!