The Old Gods Are Whispering

There is a dead silence in the darkness of the ancient tomb, only the flickering fire illuminates the tomb that has been dusty for thousands of years.

The coffin made of gold is reflected by the firelight with a dazzling brilliance.

The mysterious teenager sat in the coffin, bound by a shroud and black chains, smiling silently.

This scene is like a mural painted by the artist with all his life's inspiration. The ancient gods are waking up from a deep sleep, but they are bound by pale shrouds and dark chains, as if they are imprisoned in death. Break out of the cage.

Black and white, life and death, have a strong religious atmosphere.

From the perspective of the five people headed by the old man, His smile was too permeating.

Especially the butcher who was closest to the coffin was so frightened that he started to tremble, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.

The old man said respectfully: "My lord, we have no ill intentions towards you. According to legend, under certain circumstances, the resurrected ancient gods will temporarily disguise themselves as humans because their power has not yet recovered, so as to protect themselves."

really.

Gu Jianlin remained silent, the effect he wanted had been achieved, at least in terms of language communication, he would not show any flaws.

His voice drifted like a ghost: "Really?"

"I swear on my life."

The old man said respectfully: "Otherwise, why would we risk our lives to come before you?"

Isn't it for the blood of the ancient god?

"A narrow escape?"

Gu Jianlin said indifferently: "It seems that the ancient tomb built by Xu Fu is nothing more than this. It has only been more than two thousand years, and people like you broke in."

The old man's eyes were astonished, and he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart: "As expected of the Supreme Being of the Ancient Times, you even know the name of the gatekeeper..."

He still underestimated the ability of the ancient gods.

Originally thought that after the revived ancient god woke up, not only was his strength weak, but he should also feel at a loss and at a loss about this new world, and it would take a longer period of time to adapt.

This will also be more convenient to use.

Never expected that the ancient god in front of him would be so strange and unpredictable.

Logically speaking, after the opponent was sealed, Xu Fu built the Qilin Immortal Palace.

The two parties should have never been in contact.

However, this ancient god clearly knew the gatekeeper's name.

He can even tell the time when He himself was asleep!

The most important thing is that after being sealed for thousands of years, he still has some power left and can use the ancient language of God!

This is completely inconsistent with what is recorded in "Xu Fu Ji"!

"When you're bored, always pay attention."

Gu Jianlin's eyes were deep, and he said indifferently: "It's not bad to have people like you come in to play with me once in a while."

We almost died, it was just a joke to Him...

Hearing this sentence, the old man hurriedly said: "We deserve death for usurping the peace of the Supreme! You will give us the greatest gift if you don't kill us. We are your most loyal believers. The mission we shoulder for generations is to Release you from the endless slumber, let you take the supreme wrath and rule this world again!"

"We fear your authority and admire your majesty."

He said: "We don't want to see Venerable Candle Dragon return after a few years and devour you completely."

Gu Jianlin still smiled lightly, staring at the old man, maintaining a high pressure.

He discovered that the living ancient god and the dead ancient god are really different.

A second ago, this guy wanted to cut open the corpse to take the blood.

The next moment, he directly became a loyal believer again.

It really is Sichuan opera changing face.

It's a pity that all five of these people are wearing masks, hoods and capes, with only their eyes exposed. Even when they spoke, their voices were deliberately changed, revealing very little information.

Under such circumstances, it was difficult to profile their personalities, otherwise he would soon be able to take the initiative with his speaking skills.

However, from their previous conversations, we can see their needs.

They are all fallen and need the blood of the ancient gods to save their lives and then rise up.

In other words, this is a group of desperadoes!

If you don't achieve your goal, you will never give up.

"You may not know it. Thousands of years have passed, and the ancient gods have already withdrawn from the stage of history. Now, the ascendants rule the world. The area where I am is controlled by an organization called the Ether Association. The way the fallen ones deal with it is to kill them all and show no mercy."

When the old man said this, a deep chill flashed in his eyes.

"My students and I were unfortunately infected by the breath of the ancient gods when we were searching for the ruins of the Qilin Fairy Palace, and became fallen people. Now we are barely controlling it with drugs, so we don't get out of control."

"But it's just drinking poison to quench thirst. Only your blood can redeem our souls. Just like in the ancient legend, the gods give blood to people and transform them into his servants. Previously, we were not sure about your identity. The blood of the ancient gods is urgently needed to wash away the filth of the soul. I offended you, please forgive me.”

Ether Association, Sublime, Fallen, God Servant.

Gu Jianlin learned some new nouns, and he had some understanding in his heart.

"Then why should I help you?"

He said softly: "At least, give me a reason."

Dead silence.

Yueji, Butcher, Shuweng, Siren, these four people seemed to see the hope of life.

As long as there is something to talk about, it's easy to talk about!

Facing a god, they didn't have the guts to directly snatch the blood of the ancient god.

"Honor Candle Dragon imprisoned you here. You haven't broken free from the seal for thousands of years, and you can't get in touch with the outside world."

The old man's throat seemed to roll, and he quickly prostrated himself on the ground, and said in the most respectful tone: "At least for now, we are the only ones who have entered this tomb. Xu Fu has arranged several suspicious formations in the Qilin fairy palace. , and countless organs and barriers, if we hadn’t been lucky enough to get his notes, I’m afraid we wouldn’t be able to reach here.”

He said sincerely: "Therefore, the only way you can get in touch with the outside world is us."

There was no answer from the gods in the dark.

"Only we can help you get out of trouble."

The old man raised his head, looked at the god in the coffin, and said in a deep voice: "The next time we enter this mausoleum, we can bring you all the resources you need to help you recover your strength!"

"Thousands of years of sleep, the anger of being betrayed by your own race, don't you want to leave here? As long as you restore your former strength, there will be no cage in this world that can restrain you."

"My inheritance path is a pharmacist, a fourth-rank pharmacist, humble like an ant in front of you."

"But at present, only I... can help you rule this world again!"

He spoke quickly, with a hint of eagerness, and there was a hint of madness deep in his eyes.

"Please let me dedicate my loyalty, become your servant, and follow behind you!"

"Don't you...don't want to take revenge on Venerable Candle Dragon?"

Like the whisper of the devil, the lines are full of temptation.

This old man is bewitching a god as a human being!

Interestingly, the old man didn't dare to forcibly take the blood of the ancient god after being shocked, but he didn't intend to escape either.

Instead, they are trying to achieve their goals in the form of transactions.

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, looking at the shroud and the dark chains that bound him, his deep eyes flickered slightly.

After a long time, he chuckled lightly: "Fourth-rank alchemist? Interesting."

The old man held his breath, as if waiting for the favor of fate.

He is expecting.

Looking forward to the promise of the ancient supreme.

He is also afraid.

Because he doesn't know whether his fourth rank is useful.

"Perhaps, it can also be considered."

Gu Jianlin raised his pitch-black pupils, looked down at everyone from above, and said indifferently: "But the premise is whether you are really valuable. As for your loyalty... I don't care."

In a word, it is like amnesty.

bang.

It was the sound of forehead hitting the ground heavily.

The old man kowtowed again: "Thank you for your gift."

The four students also prostrated themselves on the ground and said, "Thank you for your gift."

You are too happy.

Gu Jianlin's face was expressionless, he really didn't know if he could meet the needs of this group of people.

Because all he can offer is his own blood.

As for the blood of the ancient gods, who knows what it is.

He only hoped that this group of people would leave quickly, as far as possible.

Then he tries to leave.

The ancient tomb trembled suddenly, and the floating ash shook off.

The figures of the five people, headed by the old man, who were lying on the ground were suddenly blurred, distorted like the shadow of light reflected on the glass, and like the flashing light and shadow on the snowflake screen.

Gu Jianlin was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly had a premonition that this group of people seemed to be leaving.

It's really timely, if he delays for a while, he may show his flaws and he will never be able to continue acting.

"The rift in time and space has appeared again."

The old man said sincerely: "Great Supreme, we are about to be teleported back to the real world. But please rest assured. The next time the gate of the dimension opens again, we will come in with what you need, and dedicate to you to restore your strength. sacrifice."

When Gu Jianlin heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched: "I wish you all good luck."

The tomb robbers headed by the old man were terrified, and everything went so smoothly.

I don't know if this supreme god is playing tricks on them.

However, they have no other choice.

For a moment, the fire suddenly disappeared, and the five people disappeared in place almost at the same time.

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"call."

Gu Jianlin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the cold sweat seeped out like a gate.

It was a hell of an experience. I was teleported to an ancient tomb for no reason, and encountered a group of desperadoes for no reason.

Almost dissected.

"Ancient God, Sublimator, Path of Inheritance, Super Ancient World."

Based on these three key words, Gu Jianlin once again constructed a new world view based on his shattered three views.

A perhaps more real world!

"This group of people was teleported back to reality, and I don't know if they will come back again. It sounds nice, saying that they want to release the sealed ancient god, but in fact it is only for their own benefit. If there is no benefit, God knows what will do."

Gu Jianlin pondered and said: "It's hard for others to say, that old man is indeed very scheming and not so easy to deal with, I hope this group of people will be more sensible after being shocked this time... That syllable seems to be me using that mask I don’t know if I can use it in the future. Anyway, I’m... very weak now.”

No matter what kind of mutation happened to his body, he was indeed very weak and dejected.

Among the five people, let's not mention the others for now.

As far as the most reckless butcher is concerned, in terms of that muscle mass, his strength should be stronger than that of the world boxing champion.

If it was the old self, he would probably be killed with one punch.

As for the others, most of them are also very dangerous.

And this mutated body seems to be very powerful, but for some reason, it seems to be in a very weak state.

Especially when still bound by chains and shrouds.

"First of all, we have to figure out what's going on, restore the strength of this body, and don't really be brushed off as a boss. Second, find a way to go back..."

Gu Jianlin clearly felt that the sharp claws on his hands were gradually degenerating, and the dragon scales on his body were also softening and fading away.

It seems that it will not be long before it will return to the previous state.

And under the faded scales, he saw the mole on his wrist.

A mole present from birth.

At this moment, he was convinced that he was still his original body, only mutated because of the unicorn mask.

He looked around, the tomb was dark, and he couldn't see anything, and he was bound in the coffin, unable to move.

When Gu Jianlin tried to break free from the chain, he found that it was impossible.

Not to mention the physical impossibility.

It's just that when he had this idea, a sharp pain appeared in his mind as if he was being crushed. The pain made him muffled for a moment, his whole body was convulsed and trembling, and his back was sweating profusely.

The chain seemed to be imprisoning not his body, but his soul!

At the same time, an overwhelming hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. The pitch-black unicorn was pierced by countless chains, thick blood gushed out like magma, and an angry and unwilling roar echoed in the silence.

No, that's not chains.

Instead, countless pitch-black keel bones wrapped around his body like thorns, tearing flesh and piercing through the bones.

The furious dragon chant sounded like a thunderbolt, which made his mind slackened and his liver and gallbladder burst.

The imprisonment of Venerable Candle Dragon...

At the last moment, a last thought flashed through Gu Jianlin's mind, and he was completely stunned.

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When Gu Jianlin woke up again, he saw the familiar ceiling and old chandelier in front of him.

He was lying on the most familiar bed, short of breath.

The storm outside the window had stopped, and the hazy day was broken by the bright sunshine, and the city became bright again. The wind rustled the leaves, and occasionally the dog barked downstairs.

Everything is so beautiful.

Gu Jianlin had a splitting headache, his whole body was sore and weak, as if he had been hammered by someone, as if he had returned to the day when he woke up from the car accident.

"Is this the aftereffect of using that syllable? I feel like I have been run over by a car several times..."

He reluctantly picked up his phone and glanced at the time, it was twelve o'clock at noon.

He put down his cell phone and collapsed on the bed, his mind felt dry, empty as if his brain had been squeezed dry.

Gu Jianlin closed his eyes and rested his mind for a while, and waited until the pain in his head gradually subsided before he forced himself up.

At this time, he suddenly realized one thing.

The unicorn mask on his face is gone!

Gu Jianlin hurriedly touched his whole body, the horns on the top of his head disappeared, the scales also disappeared without a trace, and the nails were still the original length.

It was as if the mutation in the ancient tomb had never occurred before.

It's really weird.

"It doesn't matter, let's go home first, otherwise Youzhu will think that I went to the police station because of my father." Gu Jianlin's position in the new home is probably similar to that of a baby, who needs to be strictly guarded.

Supporting his weak body, he simply packed up his things, put away all the memorable ones, and took a last look at the old notebook. The game guide post had been deleted, as if it had never appeared.

It's as if everything is an illusion.

However, those experiences just now were so real.

It even made him overthrow the worldview he had known for more than ten years.

Gu Jianlin hesitated for a moment, put the notebook into the suitcase, and then went to the bathroom to wash his face.

The cold water slapped on the face, and the headache gradually eased a lot, and the confusion and fear in my heart also calmed down.

However, when Gu Jianlin looked up and saw the mirror in front of the sink, he froze and his brain stopped thinking.

Pupils trembled and trembled.

At that moment, he saw himself in the mirror.

In just an instant, his own mirror image disappeared like a hallucination, replaced by a dark and ferocious unicorn.

What is even more shocking is that this unicorn seems to be in an extremely weak state, and it looks sickly and lifeless, and there is an absurd and unbelievable look in those ancient eyes.

Lifelike, extremely vivid.

It was as if he had perfectly reproduced his own expression.

I want to emphasize that there are no official organizations in this book, no domestic official organizations, only organizations, no official ones, everyone knows everything.