Yu-Gi-Oh's Back Spirit System

The blood-red moon hung high in the night sky, which meant that tonight was not a peaceful night.

Obviously, ordinary human instincts would resist traveling on such an ominous night. In other words, people who still choose to travel during this time period are either in a hurry or have a very different identity from ordinary people.

And on this night, in a quiet path, a white-haired boy was running desperately - he was like an antelope escaping from a cheetah, shuttling through the complex city trails at a very fast speed.

However, there was no one behind him.

"Hu... Hu..." After running for an unknown period of time, the white-haired boy finally stopped; then the sound of rapid panting came from the boy's mouth. He was already very tired, and he didn't want to continue running. He wanted to return to his normal life and wanted to be an ordinary high school student.

But did the existence chasing him consider the feelings of the white-haired boy? No, he only cared about his own plan.

"Biliao, how long are you going to run away?" The voice that was close to him reached the boy's ears. The cold wind accompanied this sentence and lifted the boy's soft white hair, making him scream!

"You... mud Zou Kai!" The feeling of the cold wind hitting his face was not pleasant, and it made Biliao's voice change. He looked around him in horror, but no one noticed, "I don't want to participate in any of your plans! I don't want to be a great evil god, I just want to live a normal life!"

"The day your father took this 'Millennium Wisdom Wheel' away from the desert, he should have realized that your clan had no other way to go except to be loyal to me forever." The cold voice came from behind Biliao, and Biliao turned around quickly, but still missed.

Not long after, the voice came again like a maggot on the tarsal bone, as if countless ants were crawling on Mo Liang's bones: "Come here, you still have a mission."

"I..." Mo Liang panted, he couldn't run anymore, and the nearly one-hour escape had almost drained his last bit of physical strength. Mo Liang, who was originally lacking in exercise, could only sigh and follow the guidance of the voice to the depths of an alley.

There was a small church there, very dilapidated, and the door of the church was open, just like a black death patient who was about to die.

"Gulu..." Mo Liang swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This environment was definitely not good, but he had no more right to choose now.

"Come in."

The piercing voice came again. At this time, even if he was not happy, Mo Liang could only follow this voice into the small church.

The church was very dark - of course, this was more in line with the style of the voice - and there was no one in sight in a blink of an eye, which made Mo Liang give up the idea of ​​asking for help.

Of course, this was just Mo Liang's wishful thinking. Not to mention this strange world, Mo Liang ran for almost an hour without meeting another person. Even if he really found someone here, Mo Liang would still hesitate whether to ask for help. It was hard to say whether the person in this strange church who appeared at this time was an enemy or a friend. Maybe even if he was rescued, it would only be a case of keeping out the wolf at the front door and letting in the tiger at the back door. "Come forward a little." The voice came again. At the same time, perhaps because this place was shabby, but at least there were walls to shelter from the wind and rain, the bone-chilling cold wind had stopped. Mo Liang also heard the voice of this mysterious person clearly for the first time. This voice was strangely similar to his own. "You are..."

"It's useless for you to run away. I said, you still have a mission to complete." The voice did not answer Baliang's question, but spoke on its own: "The thousand-year artifacts are now in the hands of you, the nameless Pharaoh, and Xia Di. Xia Di is a loyal man, and he will return the artifacts to the Pharaoh sooner or later; that is to say, the seven thousand-year artifacts will gradually gather in the hands of you and the Pharaoh."

"What's wrong with this?" Baliang stepped back in fear, but since he came to this church, he seemed to have accepted his fate and spoke more steadily. [Maybe if I complete the "mission" that this demon said, I can return to that normal life? ]

Baliang thought so, in order to be able to resume his daily life, he seemed to plan to make a deal with the voice in front of him; complete a mission for the other party in exchange for his freedom.

As if sensing the change in Tapir's mentality, the organ in the center of the church sounded. The sound was very pleasant, but the music played was extremely sad; this was enough to show that this church had some foundation in the past, but no one knew what happened to make it so dilapidated.

"The thousand-year artifact has the power to open the door to the underworld." Along with the sound of the organ, the other party continued: "But seven thousand-year artifacts alone are not enough, and a key is needed."

"Key?"

"This key is hidden in the memory world of the nameless pharaoh. If you want to take it out, you must enter the memory of the nameless pharaoh." The voice continued: "Your mission is to find the key outside of these seven artifacts."

"Is this my mission?" Although he instinctively felt that this mission was not a good thing, Tapirang knew that he had no way out now - he was really fed up with being subjected to this kind of terrifying thing every day. The days of endless harassment by Whispers were over, and he had to find a way to return to his daily life, "Your purpose is to go to the underworld to seek revenge on the nameless Pharaoh, right?"

"Yes." There was nothing wrong with the other person's voice.

"After completing this task, will you leave?" After thinking that this "key" was in the memory world of an unknown pharaoh and (self-inference) would not cause harm to the real world, Tapirang felt at ease - -Before, he was worried that this mysterious guy would let him be his pawn to conquer the world, but now it seems that it is just a personal grudge between him and the "nameless Pharaoh", and the other party's purpose is just Revenge, in this case...should be able to help him.

I just don’t know why, but when the mysterious man talked about the “unnamed Pharaoh”, I felt that I should know this person, but I couldn’t seem to remember him for a while.

"Haha, of course." After hearing Tapirang's request to leave him, a certain being hidden in the dark sneered twice and then prayed like a fanatical believer: "When the nameless Pharaoh's memory is opened, transcendence The ultimate dark game of three thousand years will begin!"

"Gululu..." The glass of the church began to shake violently with this shout! However, just when the glass seemed to be falling apart in the next second, it suddenly stopped shaking strangely.

"Who?!" The mysterious man obviously didn't realize this development, and his voice suddenly became much faster, "Who is where?!"

"Bah bang bang!"

The sound of applause came from a chair nearby, and then, a small figure stood on the chair and appeared, followed by the cute voice of the little loli: "The ultimate dark game... no. Wow, it’s amazing.”

"Who are you?"