The Old Gods Are Whispering

The old man played with the chalk in his hand, savoring the taste carefully: "Colorless jade, a good name."

With his hands behind his back, he stared at the colorless jade on the blackboard, with a long-lost emotion in his eyes, as if he had solved a problem that had plagued his life, and sighed softly: "That is to say, my deduction is correct. Only when Candlelight and Youying merge, can the ultimate of this universe be born."

Gu Jianlin recalled the inscriptions he saw in the Shenxu, threw away the chalk, and said softly: "There are rumors that those chosen by fate will go through the cycle of life and death and reach the other side of eternity. Candlelight and Only when Youying is fused here can she break free from the shackles of fate and achieve supreme power."

The old man said calmly: "The supreme power should be cursed."

Gu Jianlin responded indifferently: "There is no third power."

"how do you know?"

"If I say no, there will be no, perhaps because the embryonic form of the third force has not yet conceived consciousness."

"I see. What do you think is the nature of the curse?"

"Maybe he's hungry."

"That's right. Planets in the depths of the universe have a probability of having life and consciousness at the same time, and they need specific conditions to awaken. This is the unproven theory of the origin of ancient gods."

"The trigger condition is the power of Zhuzhao and Youying."

"Those who practice the law of Youying should also be cursed."

"No, because the consciousness of the ghostly lotus has been annihilated."

"Who can do such a thing?"

"Supreme."

"The consciousness of lighting the law is still there?"

"The primordial candle illuminates the Great God."

You ask me to answer, it seems to be a discussion between teachers and students, their voices are not loud but reverberate clearly in the classroom, it is a pity that almost no one can understand, because the level involved is too profound.

Xia Zhi raised her head secretly, and stared at her roommate in a daze. She never thought that the person who returned from the front line was actually a super academic, able to chat with the old professor fluently.

Although I can't understand what they are discussing, it always sounds very powerful.

Only Mu Shiyu vaguely understood something, and looked at the boy with deep eyes.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

Gu Jianlin turned around and stared into the old man's eyes, waiting for his reply.

The old man was silent for a while, and raised a withered finger.

"Attend class."

He casually threw the arrest warrant into the trash can.

The seemingly ordinary reaction, but the eyes of the demon hunters changed drastically, but it was too late.

The guards hiding in the shadows had flickered behind their backs, their hands locked on their shoulders.

A dark pothole opened up vaguely, swallowing them like a monster that chooses to eat people.

The meaning of the old man is very simple.

I have to go to class, and no one can make trouble in this classroom.

Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved from a heavy burden, and showed grateful eyes towards the podium. She wasn't too stupid to be hopeless, so it was not difficult to guess that this new roommate probably came to the podium to solve the problem in order to protect her.

I just don't know how he did it, and how he saw the troubles of the old professor.

"The demon hunter of the Tribunal is looking for you, probably because you got involved in something. For you, if something really happens, you'd better confess it as soon as possible, otherwise, if something happens, no one can protect you."

Mu Shiyu glanced at her, her red lips parted slightly: "Do you understand?"

Realizing that the matter might not be over, Xia Zhi pursed her lips and responded, "I see, Senior Sister Mu."

Mu Shiyu withdrew her gaze, unabashedly sizing up the young man who came down from the podium, with sharp eyes.

Gu Jianlin didn't like this look, and of course it was impossible to pay her any attention. He sat on the last row of seats with his eyes closed and rested, with his hands in his trouser pockets and his legs crossed.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated slightly, and a text message was displayed on the lit screen.

Xia Zhi: "Thank you."

Gu Jianlin didn't bother to talk to her.

Xia Zhi: "I didn't expect you to be a top student."

Gu Jianlin still ignored her.

Xia Zhi: "Do you know who that old professor is? That's old Professor Cheng."

Of course Gu Jianlin knew, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting here.

Xia Zhi: "Why are you ignoring me? What are you doing?"

Gu Jianlin opened his eyes and looked at the girl in the front row secretly playing with her mobile phone. He was really annoyed by her, so he finally picked up his mobile phone, edited a text message, and clicked to send: "Kill."

Xia Zhi almost choked on her own saliva.

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Gu Jianlin was indeed killing people.

To be more precise, it is the shadow created by the Qilin curse that is killing people.

Ever since the demon hunters appeared in the classroom, they were already a group of dead people in his eyes. At most, it was just the difference between early death or late death. Anyway, they were all meant to be killed and tortured.

Under the afternoon sun, the walls of the roof were stained red by splashed blood. The corpses of the demon hunters were neatly arranged in a row, just like students who were punished to stand. There was a fine bloodstain on their necks. Almost running through together, the gurgling blood stained the black windbreaker.

"Say it."

Sitting in the shadows, Gu Jianlin said expressionlessly, "Who are you serving?"

He held a requiem bell in his hand, and broken souls were imprisoned in the bell.

The answer was exactly what he expected.

The demon hunters replied blankly: "The supreme lord."

Gu Jianlin nodded slightly: "Mr. Solomon, do you know him?"

"do not know."

He was a little disappointed by the witchers' answers.

Gu Jianlin thought for a while and asked, "Your superior."

The witchers replied: "Agareth."

Gu Jianlin thought to himself that the code name system used by Mr. Solomon really came from the Seventy-two Demon God Pillars.

In "The Key of Solomon", Agares is the demon god of the second pillar.

The one killed in Tokyo back then was code-named Barr, the demon god of the first column.

interesting.

Including the code name Mr. Solomon, we can also see his ambition.

"Why are you dealing with Xia Zhi?"

Gu Jianlin lowered his head to shake off the blood stained by Jiuyin, and the blood-red ghost knife glowed strangely in the sunlight.

The answers of the demon hunters were similar to what he guessed: "According to the instructions of the superiors, we will recover all the experimental targets in a short time. Everyone on the list must be killed to prevent them from contacting the outside world."

There are too many reasons why the Tribunal wants to arrest people.

With the means of the Priory, even clean people can pour dirty water on you.

When the time comes to fall into the hands of the court, then you can do whatever you want.

Gu Jianlin hummed, thinking that the Priory was really in a hurry.

In this way, the Priory probably knew that Xia Zhi was the one he wanted to protect.

It is very likely that he will have to play his cards next, and this identity will not last long.

Gu Jianlin thought for a moment, then said, "Tell me the list."

The demon hunters numbly called out each name: "Ji..."

Gu Jianlin wrote down the names he had heard in the memo, and then sent it to the old man of the Si family. What he meant was that on the premise of not interfering with his own plan, he would try to keep as much as possible, and there was nothing he could do if he couldn't.

It's not Madonna, it's empathy.

After all, Lei Ting was also the original experimental subject.

Gu Jianlin put away the requiem bell, glanced at the corpse in the corner, and cut out a series of criss-crossing cold lights, the silent time and space shattered and collapsed, and returned to normal in an instant.

As for those corpses, they have been involved in the turbulence of time and space.

Just at this moment, a childish and indifferent voice sounded from Shadow's earphones.

"It's useless for you to destroy the corpses like this. Sooner or later after these people die, someone will find out about you."

Liuli said indifferently: "And you won't wipe off the blood?"

Gu Jianlin was taken aback: "Sorry, I don't have any experience in this field."

Liuli was silent for a moment: "You never dispose of corpses before killing people?"

Gu Jianlin supported the earphones, and responded lightly: "Yes, because I also want to experience what it's like to be an old man after hitting a young one, but it's a pity that there was a teacher and grandma at that time, and no one dared to make love under her nose. Second-rate."

"Now that she's gone, I'm curious about the feeling of being sought after after killing someone."

He said calmly, "Don't worry, I did it on purpose."

The reason why Gu Jianlin wanted to kill people was not only to verify his guess, but also because he wanted someone to find him.

Liuli questioned: "What if the revenge is endless?"

Gu Jianlin shook his head and said, "Then kill them until they dare not come."

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As the bell rang, the students in the classroom left one after another. Before leaving, they all bowed deeply to the old professor in front of the podium, but no one dared to approach, because there was a faint chill in the corner.

The old man turned a deaf ear and sat on a chair with his eyes closed.

In the end, Mu Shiyu came to him and hesitated to speak, but unfortunately he didn't get a response, so he turned and left silently.

Gu Jianlin opened his eyes, looked at the girl's back, and suddenly said, "You don't have a good relationship with her?"

Xia Zhi lay on the desk, tilted her head and said, "To be precise, she doesn't like me, right?"

Gu Jianlin turned his head to look at her, and asked suspiciously, "Are you going to pose a threat to her?"

Just kidding, that's Rhine's younger sister, who is probably in her early twenties, and is already a fifth-order super-dimensional class. Jianzong is also one of the oldest paths, not to mention she has practiced the Candle Law, and her appearance and figure are also one in a million. .

Even if Gu Jianlin had a blood feud with the trial court, he had to admit the objective facts.

Except for her appearance and figure, Xia Zhi doesn't have any areas where she can touch other people.

With Mu Shiyu's conditions, she would not be able to keep up in ten lifetimes.

"I think your eyes have severely trampled on my self-esteem."

Xia Zhi said angrily, "Because Senior Sister Mu wanted to become the old professor's closed disciple. She was very interested in alchemy, but unfortunately she was repeatedly rejected. Even if it was her family who interceded, the old professor didn't bother to respond. But the old professor was very kind to me, and even took care of me who failed the course, and even left me to give lectures in private."

"Senior Mu is of course unbalanced. After all, she is such an excellent person who is ignored, but it's just that a scumbag like me has been taken care of by the old professor. Anyone else will feel uncomfortable? I know she is close to me. I just want to know what's special about me, so as to attract the attention of the old professor. But what does that matter? I don't have any friends, and it's fine if she doesn't punish me, and I don't expect her to help me."

The girl packed her textbooks, took out a piece of washed fruit from her backpack, and walked to the old man behind the podium: "Professor Cheng, I brought you your favorite mangoes today, so I'm leaving first."

Logically speaking, to win the old professor's favor, at least he should work harder to continue to build relationships.

No matter how bad it is, it's too shabby for you to send a piece of fruit.

Xia Zhi didn't do that, and didn't even intend to say a few more polite words.

She knew that the old man didn't talk much.

The old man opened his eyes, and asked lightly, "Did you understand today's lesson?"

Xia Zhiqiao blushed slightly, and stuck out her tongue.

The old man shook his head, took out a yellowed note from the drawer and threw it to her: "Can you memorize it by rote?"

Xia Zhi smiled happily, and said happily: "Yes, I will return it to you in class next time."

After she finished speaking, she turned around with her schoolbag in her arms and said in a low voice, "Xiao Ying, let's go."

Gu Jianlin crossed his arms and said lightly, "I don't understand something, I'll find you later."

Xia Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at them, recalled the incident before class, nodded and left in a daze.

With a snap, the classroom door closed.

The old man waved his hand to signal the bodyguards in the corner to leave, and the classroom fell into silence again.

Gu Jianlin leaned on the desk, staring at the densely packed writing on the blackboard, lost in thought.

"Xia Zhi is a very ordinary girl, with mediocre talent and low intelligence. For a person like you, it's like cabbage on the roadside, everywhere."

After a long time, he said blankly, "It's not normal for you to take care of her like this."

The old man opened the box of freshly cut mangoes, stuffed them into his mouth with a fork, and said lightly, "Yes."

Gu Jianlin glanced at him: "Because of guilt?"

The old man fell into silence, sighed after a while, and explained: "Not really, because most of the children who participated in the experiment, except for those sequelae, are doing well and don't need me to take care of them. Except for Xia Zhi , she was the one who had the worst time among those children back then, not one of them."

Gu Jianlin didn't expect this to be the reason, and his eyes became more pitiful.

"Back then, we didn't expect that there would be a fool among so many children."

The old man thought for a while: "But Xia Zhi's adaptability to the third method is not bad, otherwise she would have died long ago."

Gu Jianlin stared at the blackboard thoughtfully, then suddenly turned around and said, "You admitted it."

He raised his hand, and the black and noble unicorn wedge condensed out of thin air, aiming at the crooked old man from a distance.

"The experiment of the third method was done by you people?"

He paused every word: "The experimental subjects are the group of children who came to the Central Spiritual Scholars back then."

The old man glanced at the sword quite unexpectedly, and said indifferently: "A man came to me back then, and he also held a knife on my neck, and he was just as arrogant and rude as you."

He laughed and said: "At first I didn't want to pay attention to him, but he questioned me as a man who lost his partner, and I was ashamed to answer his question. Today, in what capacity are you standing in front of me? "

Gu Jianlin looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes gradually became indifferent:

"Honor Qilin."