Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The sunshine in the suburbs was still bright. In the valley farther outside the city of Backlund, a lizard lay dumbly on a low-hanging bush, its huge vertical pupils constantly being blocked by the left and right eyelids.

The nearby creek was flowing slowly, and the sound of rushing water covered up the low sound of dragonflies passing by in the air.

The lizard, who was waiting for the opportunity, gradually closed its body, and its throat was slightly pushed back, as if the long tongue in its mouth would shoot out like a sharp sword in the next instant.

Suddenly, this silence was broken by distorted colors, the tongue it hurriedly shot became brighter and redder, and then lost its color in silence, and went to death along with the dragonflies falling from the air.

Ince Zangwill has deep facial features, like a classical sculpture, his eyes are cold, and the ordinary quill with black as the main tone lies quietly in his hand, without any disturbance.

pat.

The lizard's corpse on the branch slowly slid down and hit the ground. The huge eyes were still staring far away, but the needle-shaped vertical pupils were spreading little by little, losing their luster.

Zangwill, who had a neat black cleric robe, walked forward step by step, his figure silently disappeared at the end of the valley, out of sight of a pair of scarlet eyes.

The all-black crow stood quietly on the top of the tree canopy, its viewpoint remained unchanged, still staying in the valley, like a delicate sculpture.

............

"So you want Evans to give Arrodes a try?" Ikanser, whose hair was messier than usual, scratched his head again, showing an obvious helplessness on his face, but his hands holding the silver mirror forbearance. The movement of raising it continuously revealed that he seemed to have other ideas.

Dunn, who was speechless on the side, kept moving his eyes between Carlson and Ikanser, watching the two silently look at each other, and the atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

So what's so weird about this mirror?

Dunn was about to touch his forehead subconsciously. Even if he stopped, he pressed down his raised right hand, and finally couldn't help but say:

"Arrodes, is this the name of the mirror?"

"Is it a living Sealed Artifact?"

brush!

The name seemed like a strange switch. Carlson and Ikanser, who were still looking at each other, turned their heads in an instant, with pity in their eyes.

Right now, Ikanser, who has dark circles under his eyes, speaks very fast, and his words are vague:

"Yes......"

But before he finished speaking, a layer of water suddenly flashed on the surface of the plain silver mirror, and the gems on both sides of the mirror frame flickered with electric lights.

Finally, in Carlson's solemn eyes, Ikanser gave in and took the initiative to raise the mirror.

"My name is Arrodes, and I am now judged to be a Level 2 Sealed Artifact."

One by one, blood-red characters appeared calmly on the turbulent mirror surface, and a thin gray mist appeared in a trance in the gloomy and dull background.

Looking at the strange scene in front of him, Dunn frowned, cautiously avoiding the changing mirror, raised his head and asked:

"What should I do with it?"

Ikanser and Carlson, whose hair was also messy, shook their heads in unison, and pointed to the mirror.

The characters on the mirror surface rippling like water are transformed again.

"You just need to answer the questions posed by Arrodes."

"Now you owe Arrodes two questions, don't hide it, don't lie, or you will be severely punished."

Before Dunn could respond, the mirror surface with a light gray fog floating in the background changed again, and the blood-red characters formed a new sentence.

"Would you like to know the whereabouts of one of your former subordinates?"

There was silence in the room. Dunn, who was staring at the mirror, slowly raised his right hand and pushed up the slightly slipped gold glasses. The emotions in his eyes were blocked by the reflection and could not be seen.

He looked at Ikanser who was holding a mirror and nodded sincerely, with a complicated tone:

"willing."

wow.

Although there was no sound, Dunn intuitively thought that something was being moved as the surface of the silver mirror changed.

The rippling mirror surface is suddenly deep, and the gorgeous colors gradually outline an abstract and fuzzy picture.

In the light gray fog, a man with a wrinkled white shirt walked lonely and deeper. Two accompanying shadows dragged on the ground behind him, one illusory and the other real.

This strange picture also attracted Carlson's attention. He raised his eyebrows curiously and looked sideways, only to find that Dunn's brows were already locked, and the dark red eyes were indescribably deep.

The whereabouts of one of my former subordinates...

Combining his own experience, he immediately thought of Klein, who died with him in the attack by Megaos.

But when he recalled his tomb that had no trace of damage at all, and was brand new as before, this whimsical idea was severely suppressed, and his thoughts changed.

Which of my subordinates would encounter such a strange thing?

Frye is very stable. After I leave, he should continue to stay in Tingen... Both Luo Yao and Sika are only Sequence Nine, and they are not the males in the picture...

male, male...

The last two figures flashed in his mind, one was Kern Li, who had lost an arm, and the other was Leonard, whose white shirt was always as messy as his hair.

Dunn's eyes gradually sharpened, looking at the tall man in the strange picture, the guess in his heart became more and more certain.

Suddenly, the picture in the mirror changed, the blood-red characters appeared again, and the thin gray fog returned to the gloom of the background.

"Second question, are you willing to spread the fact that Arrodes is now imprisoned by the Church of Steam, and tell the elders who helped you, or someone else?"

What is the problem!

Carlson's eyes widened in shock, and he suddenly felt the injustice of the world.

Obviously yesterday it asked itself and the captain are so tormented...

Ikanser, who held the silver mirror in his hand, but also stretched out his head to take a look, reacted indifferently. He just shook his head slowly, suspecting Arrodes' vague designation in his heart.

Are the so-called elders the teacher who led Louis Evans to the extraordinary path?

Is he an Extraordinary who is infected with cults?

"I can promise you." Dunn, who probably understood what the other party meant, paused and promised hesitantly.

Suddenly he changed his words, his expression was natural, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile.

"I would tell my father that there is such a magical mirror."

"Okay." Nothing happened between Ikanser, who was staring at Arrodes and whether lightning would suddenly drop. He hurriedly took two steps back, put the mirror in his arms, and looked at Carl. Sen ordered, "You leave with Evans first, and I will send Arrodes back underground."

Carlson, wearing heavy glasses, nodded slightly and was about to speak, but found Dunn's eyes still on the mirror, as if thinking about something.

.............

"Cuckoo cuckoo!" The dark brown owl howled wantonly, and a figure in a double-breasted coat walked out of the darkness with heavy steps, accompanied by the crisp sound of the stick.

Klein took off the human skin mask, his face was no longer mature, and his bookishness was almost worn down. Klein silently looked at the street-facing house at the end of the road, his back was straight.

"Raft Pound, after losing most of his possessions, rents a single-family house at 29 West Vilas Street."

He recalled this crucial piece of information in his mind and took another step.

With his good eyesight after his promotion, Klein could see clearly Raft Pound, who was drinking red wine alone on the balcony, his face flushed.

Like a gentleman who really walks at night, he taps his cane, the unremarkable glove on his right hand silently excites as he passes through the gardens in front of No. 29.

The spiritual body line belonging to Raft Pound and several other servants and housekeepers gradually became clear. In Klein's field of vision, except for this Mr. Baron, most of the remaining individuals were scattered on the first floor. Every position, the only exception is lying on the big bed behind Raft, and has fallen into a deep sleep.

The figure in the black double-breasted coat was still walking on the street, passing by the drunk Raft Pound without any concealment, heading towards the darkness farther away.

The baron slowly withdrew his gaze, the wine glass in his palm was already empty, he smashed his mouth boringly, and was about to turn around.

He rubbed his feet on the ground with difficulty, and turned them into an inner character, which was ridiculous.

But his body was still stiff in place, and his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, stagnant and unable to move.

Suddenly, the intoxication of alcohol was driven out of Raft Pound's mind. He tried his best to turn his head, and his eyes kept glancing to the right, but he could only see the white back that was mostly covered by the bed.

I said... I can't talk anymore... Gradually, his thoughts started to become stagnant~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It seemed that he was about to turn into a real sculpture.

Just when he was about to despair, his feet stepped up on his own. The middle-aged man, who had been hollowed out by the color of wine, suddenly became agile. He jumped over the railing of the balcony and hung himself on the balcony. Outside.

This is a detached house, the height of the first floor is nearly four meters, enough to fall him to death!

"Hehe, as long as you answer my question, you won't fall." Just when he was about to despair, a hoarse voice squeezed into his ear, and he couldn't distinguish the characteristics.

"Nod your head if you're willing to save your life."

Suddenly, Raft Pound felt that his neck was back to normal. He subconsciously wanted to call out for help, but he couldn't make a sound, and finally he could only shake his head.

"Smart decision, I thought your brain had been replaced with red wine and white turbidity."

"Now you have proved that you still retain the ability to think. As long as you answer my question, I will let you go back."

Raft Pound, who was trembling, suddenly stopped, and immediately the flabby fat on his face shuddered and trembled even more.

"Question, question again, are you still willing to let me go?" His voice was low, and the sudden tears and snot left the wrinkles on his face, making his speech inarticulate.

Hidden in the dark of the house, Klein, who was only a few meters away from Raft's position, frowned, took a deep breath, and continued:

"I'm not necessarily the same as those who have pressed you, I just want to know the secrets behind the Pound family."

"For example, some of the underground of that house, such as the relationship between you and the 'Hunter'."

Suddenly, Raft Pound, whose body was clinging to the balcony, paused for a second.

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