The Old Gods Are Whispering

At 8:30 in the morning, Gu Jianlin walked under the pagoda tree in the alley and returned to the old community.

These are old buildings built in the 1990s. The white walls have long been mottled and yellowed. Racks for drying clothes are hung outside the windows of every household. You can still see a few children stepping on puddles downstairs. Faint frolic.

Now that I think about it, my father is a good man in a certain sense. Knowing that he owed his wife something, he got tough when he divorced. He sold the house he bought with the loan and paid off the rest of the mortgage. I gave it to my mother, left the house alone, and rented a hut in this community again.

The purpose is probably to make my mother's life better.

My mother still thinks that her son didn't live with her because he was disappointed in her choice to divorce.

Actually not.

Gu Jianlin's thinking was the same as that of his father, and he hoped that she would live a better life.

For Gu Jianlin, this neighborhood really carries too many memories.

The cicadas and the breeze in summer, the snow and cold in winter, the moon in the dark night, and the sky full of stars.

For countless nights in the past, the boy lay out the window in a daze.

"For three months, you will be charged a total of five yuan for the delay."

Lao Zhang at the post station handed over a courier box: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen your dad for a long time. He's on a business trip again?"

Gu Jianlin scanned the QR code to pay, took the express box, and said softly, "Well, I must have gone to a far away place."

In fact, Gu Jianlin hated the word "business trip".

Because Dad has always been on business trips in his life, on business trips and on business trips.

Then one day never come back.

He weighed the courier box, it didn't weigh much, and it did have his father's name and phone number on it, but there was no sender.

Not even a shipping address.

"How did this courier come out?"

Gu Jianlin felt very strange, then walked into the unit door, went up to the second floor, took out the key, and unlocked it.

This old house still has the last month of lease, and the lease will not be renewed in the future.

The house is very clean, but no one has lived in it for a while, except for clothes, there are some books and materials.

And an old laptop my dad left behind.

Gu Jianlin thought that it happened that he was about to return the rent, so he packed up his things by the way.

He sat on the sofa and opened the express box first.

This is a white box similar to a luxury item, and when opened, it turns out to be a mask.

At first glance, it looks like a half-face mask that would be worn at a masquerade ball, but it is so solemn and ancient. The whole body is dark in color, as if cast from black jade, with ancient and strict lines, carved out hollow pits Holes, edges and corners, and even bulges like blood vessels, give people an inexplicable and weird feeling.

Well, it's weird.

The style of this mask is between a sheep and a deer, with patterns like dragon scales and a pair of rare horns on the top of the head.

He is no stranger to this kind of creature - Kirin.

A kind of auspicious beast in ancient China.

Gu Jianlin thought it was a handicraft at first, but after he observed it carefully, he didn't think so.

His intuition is much sharper than that of ordinary people, and his observation is more detailed.

From this mask, he noticed a sense of history, it felt like some kind of antique.

"Antique?"

Gu Jianlin stroked the pattern on the mask, he was certain that this thing was not an ordinary handicraft, at least such exquisite things could not be bought in the open market, there was a high probability that it was an antique.

He didn't know why someone sent this thing to Dad, and somehow concealed the sender's information.

"The delivery date on the courier note is December 15th, which is the day my father and I were involved in a car accident..."

Gu Jianlin played with the mask and murmured to himself.

After hesitating for a moment, he turned on the old laptop, connected to the hotspot with his mobile phone, and opened the search engine.

Gu Jianlin typed four words in the search box.

Unicorn mask.

Entries of blockbuster films popped up, and they were basically boring advertisements and handicraft videos.

Gu Jianlin scrolled down one by one without any impatience, mainly because he wanted to look up some entries about antiques and cultural relics.

He kept flipping through dozens of pages, but he didn't see anything of value.

Until he was about to give up, he suddenly saw a post on a certain forum.

"Super ancient times are coming! New version closed beta on 12.4 - Kylin Fairy Palace!"

This is actually a post about the game.

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Gu Jianlin was taken aback.

In a blockbuster of boring ads, this headline sticks out like a needle, and for some reason it ranks so low.

He was a little curious, and subconsciously clicked on it.

"Qing Qiu Qiongshan's "Compilation of Gang Jian" once said: The first emperor has pacified the six countries, and all his aspirations in his life will be fulfilled, but those who cannot achieve their aspirations are Shouer. In 219 BC, Xu Fu was ordered by Qin Shihuang to lead boys and girls Three thousand people traveled eastward to Yingzhou to search for the elixir of life for the emperor. This person traveled eastward twice, but never obtained the elixir, and disappeared on the third eastward journey..."

"Later generations generally believe that the elixir of longevity is just an illusory lie, and Xu Fu is just an alchemist. The so-called Dongdu is a lie fabricated by Xu Fu to avoid disaster. But few people know that Xu Fu's third Dongdu , before arriving at Yingzhou, he was really at sea and discovered a secret involving an ancient god!"

interesting.

Gu Jianlin moved the mouse and slid down. At first glance, it looked like an alternate history game. I don't know if it was a mobile game or a terminal game.

"There is a god in ancient times, who lives forever and never dies, looking down on the world."

"Ancient gods, gods, and supreme are all their names. They shuttle through the dark side of history. Few people know about them, but they are everywhere."

"One is called Candle Dragon, and the other is called Qilin."

"It was an unprecedentedly grand war, a fight between the supreme and the supreme. Venerable Candle Dragon killed Venerable Qilin with supreme authority. In order to prevent him from resurrecting again, he buried him under the deep sea. The ancient gods who belonged to him In the world, its name is Qilin Fairy Palace."

"When Xu Fu was traveling to the east, he was fortunate enough to meet Venerable Candle Dragon. From then on, he was extraordinary and refined, and he was sublimated to perfection."

"He was ordered to build a mausoleum deep in the sea, guarding the gate of the ancient gods until thousands of years later."

"The remaining power of Venerable Qilin is still eroding reality, and the gates of the ancient gods are opened in different time and space."

"The gods who died thousands of years ago roared in the darkness, and the sublimators took the opportunity to enter the fairy palace, plundering the treasures of the gods, precious alchemy weapons, and ancient inheritance paths, in order to gain a chance to be promoted."

Seeing this, Gu Jianlin thought to himself that this was probably the poorest and crudest version announcement he had ever seen.

There are only lengthy copywriting, and there are no pictures and information sheets.

After reading this post, Gu Jianlin came to the conclusion that this unicorn mask was a game souvenir given by someone else.

Now he's in his new bedroom with a Frostmourne and a signal axe.

It's just that when he continued to slide down and saw the end of the post, he was stunned.

Because this game doesn't give any official website link or download channel, it's like playing around.

Gu Jianlin only saw a brief introduction.

"Qualification for the internal test: Bring at least one ancient token from the Qilin Fairy Palace."

"Entrance to the server: You need to bear the spiritual pollution of the ancient tokens, and you are in the realm corroded by the spirit of the ancient gods. Wait for a crack in the dimension, which will bring you into the ancient tomb and become one of the countless sublimators. Lucky."

"Note: The ancient gods are extremely dangerous. Once a human dies in the game, they will never wake up in reality."

"Currently 234 players are in the game."

Gu Jianlin was silent for a second, lost in thought.

Regarding this post, his first reaction was that he was fooling around, just an ordinary game copywriter.

It is estimated that even the content of the game has not been made, but it is a set of tricks.

Gu Jianlin wanted to close the post, but when he looked at the unicorn mask in his hand again, he suddenly had a ridiculous idea.

Dad's abnormality, a tragic car accident, and the strange figure vaguely seen when he was seriously injured.

Finally, there is the mysterious mask in my hand, and this inexplicable post.

Gu Jianlin hesitated for a moment, picked up the unicorn mask, and lay down on the bed.

"At least, try to use profile, try to analyze the origin of this mask."

At present, he only has a unicorn mask in his hand, and there is not even a scratch on it, so there are so few clues. The content in that post may not be true, so he had to conduct an in-depth profile.

That is to make the brain boil and awaken the sleeping sixth sense.

In an instant, the hazy sky was torn apart, and a dull rumbling sound rolled over.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, the light rain suddenly picked up, and the damp wind gushed in through the screen window.

With the earthy smell of rain.

Gu Jianlin lay obediently, like a corpse about to be buried.

He put the unicorn mask lightly on his face, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain outside the window, concentrated and took a deep breath.

"Ancient gods, unicorns, fighting, death, graves..."

Keyword substitution.

Profile begins.

At this moment, his brain was boiling, feeling the cold texture of the unicorn mask, as if he had fallen into endless darkness, and only the sound of the raging storm was in his ears, as if trying to drown him.

It's like falling into the deep ocean.

Cold, lonely, dark, deep.

He was sinking continuously, and darkness filled the air silently.

It was also at this moment that he suddenly felt that the world was going away rapidly, as if he heard countless, ghost-like, whispering voices, far away in the sky and yet in his ears.

Gu Jianlin suddenly felt a splitting headache, and subconsciously wanted to stop the profile and take off the mask on his face.

The next moment, he froze.

He obviously opened his eyes, but it was still pitch black.

And this unicorn mask seemed to be glued to his face, and he couldn't take it off at all!

boom!

The terrifying thunder exploded above the sky, as if the entire city was blasted.

Gu Jianlin's heartbeat also stopped suddenly at this moment.

Not because of the thunder.

It was because in the darkness, he unexpectedly saw a huge black shadow, whose roar was like thunder!

It was a unicorn, a dark and ferocious unicorn!

He has never seen such an ancient and majestic creature. This unicorn is dripping with dark blood, and the broken scales reveal a strange beauty. Half of its body is decayed and broken, and the other half is covered with protruding blood vessels. Its death and vitality are perfect. combined.

He is so huge, it seems to be the darkness itself.

He was so angry and ferocious, his bloody mouth was like an abyss, and his roar seemed to be able to tear apart the darkness.

Then... smashing the boy's world into pieces!

The world fell silent.

Only the wind blew through the curtains, and the laptop screen flickered and froze at the bottom of the post.

A number suddenly jumped.

"Currently 235 players are in the game."

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When Gu Jianlin regained consciousness again, his first reaction was that if he didn't do anything, he wouldn't die.

He heard a tick.

Like a drop of water splashed on the ground.

He tried to open his eyes, but what he saw was a solid rock wall with cracks all over it.

He was still lying down, and subconsciously moved his body, only to hear the sound of the chains colliding, which was quite heavy.

Gu Jianlin was taken aback, and suddenly found himself lying in a coffin made of gold, bound by countless dark chains.

While his original clothes were still there, they were wrapped in broken shrouds and covered with dark and strange spells.

What frightened him the most was that there were countless pitch-black scales growing on the surface of his body, the color was as deep as black jade, and there were strange and magical lines flowing, as if they were born on him.

His hands were also replaced by sharp claws, and the sharp black nails glowed coldly.

With the faint light, his appearance at the moment was reflected in the golden coffin.

Gu Ao's ferocious unicorn mask seemed to grow directly on his face!

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of pitch-black horns on the top of the head!

Gu Jianlin was shocked, his appearance at this moment was... Qilin!

Gu Jianlin felt his scalp go numb. This golden coffin has no coffin lid, and the surroundings are full of darkness.

Cold, damp, empty, dull.

This seems to be... an ancient tomb!

Gu Jianlin didn't know what was going on, it seemed that since he made an in-depth profile of the unicorn mask, some indescribable things happened that were beyond his cognition.

Unicorn mask.

The key is the unicorn mask.

Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to have seen an ancient and majestic unicorn roaring towards him.

When he woke up again, he was already here.

Gu Jianlin pinched himself to make sure this was not a dream.

At this moment, as a materialist.

His heart was broken.

At this time, ancient and deep singing sounded from outside the ancient tomb, roaring like an ancient bell.

The ancient tomb trembled faintly, countless broken stones and floating ash shook, and scarlet blood seemed to seep out of the darkness, flowing along the cracks in the floor tiles of the tomb, surrounding the ancient coffin like a living creature.

Until the end, the chanting outside the tomb disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

"Teacher, we have found so many tombs and performed so many sacrifices. This is the last time."

A voice suppressed fear sounded: "He, will he really be the legendary Venerable Qilin?"

"I don't know, but the seal of the tomb has been lifted. If there is really an ancient god inside, then He should have been awakened by us. This is our only hope."

The voice of the old man was deep and vicissitudes: "Regardless of whether he is the Qilin Immortal Venerable or not, and no matter what level of ancient god he is, we must treat him as the real supreme. Because... only he has the ability to save us."

He ordered: "Butcher, you go and push open the gate of the ancient tomb, and get ready to start. Everyone, get behind me."

After a while, there was a bang, and the door of the ancient tomb was slowly pushed open.

The bright firelight pierced the darkness, and a group of figures could be vaguely seen standing in the firelight.

Gu Jianlin's heart shuddered, there are others here!

"Imperial Supreme... I will wait here to witness your awakening!"