Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

On the four-meter-high balcony, the wind in the late autumn was bleak and cold. Raft Pound's eyes were full of tears, his eyes were stagnant, his trembling mouth kept opening, and his voice was uncontrollably louder.

"without me......"

Silently, he felt the despair that even his thoughts gradually solidified, he stopped talking, and slowly lowered his head.

From an angle that cannot be seen, the corners of his eyes are covered with bloodshot, and the capillaries are swollen and thick, and it seems that they will explode at any time.

In the end, he still raised his head. Although the tears were still hanging on his face, his tone was much calmer, and his eyes seemed to have been dead for a long time.

"The house I sold, the old house of the Pound family, was originally my uncle, the precious legacy that the respectable old viscount ordered me to protect at the cost of my life."

"But at that time, I was too young to resist those people of unknown origin, and my cousin left before he could tell me all the secrets."

"They replaced one servant after another by my side, and the kind old housekeeper also disappeared. In order to protect myself, I had to sell the property and let them find the secrets underground."

His tone was Xiao Xiaoran, the corners of his mouth raised strangely on his face, and his eyes were dead.

"Looking now, those people didn't find anything, did they?"

"Have you been to the underground, the real underground ruins?" Klein, who was hiding in the darkness, kneaded his throbbing forehead, his voice still hoarse.

Rafter Pound, whose body was stiff and no longer struggling, was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly:

"I've been there, of course I've been."

"I only remember that in front of the door were the corpses of our Pound family. Countless snakes and vicious curses lingered in the hall, and they could take the lives of my uncle and me at any time."

"I just glanced at it from a distance, and I'll never forget that scene again."

Klein played with the coins that were constantly being tossed in his hand, looked at the upward-facing pattern in his palm, and then asked:

"Then tell me the secret between the Pound family and the 'Hunter'?"

He didn't intend to ask here about their relationship with Tudor, Sauron, Einhorn, or even that Red Angel, Medici.

Judging from the final result, Tudor and Trensost may be the victors in this secret struggle, while Sauron, the Einhorn family, and the Medici are just secret victims.

At least one victim of a Sequence One Angel, a battle of this scale has hinted at something even more shocking.

The identity of Emperor Ming is very clear, that is the death **** of the fourth era.

The Battle of the Four Emperors... Maybe it can be called a real battle of gods.

Raft Pound, who was hung by himself outside the balcony, naturally didn't know Klein's thinking. He still looked indifferent and said "naturally":

"Our family is in charge of the 'Hunter' pathway, and even retains the potion formula for demigods."

As he spoke, he changed his words, his tone became hurried, his voice trembled, as if to prove something, his teeth rattled.

"But my cousin didn't have time to tell me, I, I only know the low-sequence formula. As for the demigods, that formula should also be hidden in the old house, and may have been searched by them!"

Zheng!

The coin fell, and Klein looked at the front with the portrait printed on it, nodded slowly, and said in a voice so hoarse that he couldn't hear its original characteristics:

"I believe you."

He put away the coin in his hand, looked into the distance, and clenched the cane in his hand.

"But I want you to tell me the low-sequence formula you know, I can't come here for nothing."

ha? Raft Pound, who was shivering by the cold wind, was slightly at a loss.

He originally thought that this was just another means for those people, and did not expect this kind of development.

"I, I, I..."

Those recipes were in a sense his last possession!

"I only know 'hunter', 'provocateur', 'arsonist', and the rest..."

Raft Pound, who was hesitating, suddenly felt that his hands were relaxing, leaving the cold iron railing, and his body was falling straight down.

This guy didn't even ask for the formula, he wanted to fall to his death, this place is four meters high!

brake!

In mid-air, Pound's body suddenly regained its agility. Like a toad in boiling water, he struggled as hard as he could, but he heard the sound of the fabric tearing behind him getting louder and louder.

"Ah, help, help!" He suddenly opened his eyes and found that his clothes were just hanging on the decorative cutout below the balcony railing, and the pajamas behind him were struggling to hold on.

Under his cry for help without caring about his image, the house that had already fallen asleep with one foot became active again. The screams of women, the panicked orders of the housekeeper, and the sudden light of lights attracted all the people around who were still awake. look.

Not far away, Klein, who was walking on the street lightly with his cane, also cast a curious look. His right hand was ordinary, with no spiritual fluctuations.

The eyes hidden in the nearby trees moved away. In Klein's spiritual vision, a red figure was as obvious as a firefly, running towards House No. 29.

They rushed over in a hurry, stopped outside the garden again, and waited anxiously, until they saw the window on the second floor of the house with the curtains drawn, and a female figure passed by a few times before they put down their hearts and stepped back.

Klein, who had already boarded the hired carriage, withdrew his gaze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter.

"Sure enough, Raft Pound is still under the surveillance of some people."

He didn't know when he took out the coin again, and kept playing with it, throwing it away, and dropping it.

Recalling the results of the divination just now, Klein's smiling expression slowly disappeared, replaced by a dignified expression.

Half of Raft Pound's answer just now was false, or at least it obscured some details in an attempt to mislead Klein.

It's a pity that the environment at the scene does not allow me to sneak in. Otherwise, I can use the dream divination, directly channel the spirit, and let him tell me the truth... He slowly shook his head, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, She looked out the window with some confusion.

"'Mystery', are you awake?"

His voice was so low that if he wasn't close to him, he probably wouldn't be able to hear it.

In the silent late night, the bumpy noise of the carriage was amplified several times. Hearing the rattling sound, Klein relaxed and leaned towards the backrest, his sitting posture gradually becoming more casual.

"woke up."

Klein, who had just relaxed a little, almost jumped up, his body tensed strangely under the powerful control of the "Clown", like a cat that lost control in the jump, his waist turned, and he sat firmly on the back seat again.

The driver who was driving ahead looked back strangely, then looked away again.

Klein, who was sitting upright, seemed to be facing a great enemy, and said in a low voice:

"When did you wake up?"

"Just now." It really was a "mysterious" voice.

He sounded exhausted, as if he had just been through a big battle.

He, who was sitting on the Origin Castle, looked at the moved notes, his slender and pale fingers kept tapping on the table, and the corners of his mouth rose.

Klein in the carriage calmed down, and after thinking for a while, he chose to cut to the chase.

"Red Angel Medici, is he the ghost in that ruin?"

Passing through the avatar in the spiritual world, admiring the boringness of Medici, the "secret" who played with the bodies of Sauron and Einhorn smiled, and then let go of the control, and his own voice came out, his voice was calm.

"Yes, He was the sword of the Creator, my friend."

He looked at the "happy" Medici who was "playing" and suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, his brows were getting deeper and deeper, as if he felt something, he raised his head with complicated eyes, and looked at the ceiling, as if he was Try looking further afield.

Klein, who was still chewing on the "secret" answer just now, thought for a while, and decided to take the plunge, and continued to ask:

"Medic is the Sequence One of the 'Hunter' pathway?"

"Sauron, are the two of the Einhorn family in the underground ruins too?"

"Tudor, I mean Tudor who has a seat in the ruins, is he also a 'hunter'?"

Hearing the question of his half body being linked by one ring, "Secret" almost couldn't help standing up and applauding.

But he still sat calmly on the seat, touched the corner of his mouth and did not know when the smile became more and more obvious, and said slowly:

"Medici, Einhorn, and Sauron are all Sequence One angels, Tudor, yes or no."

Is it or is it not?

Feeling the bumpy ride, Klein raised his eyebrows and felt a burst of disobedience.

What is yes and no? Isn't the Beyonder only able to choose one path?

Even if the adjacent pathways are interchanged... Could it be that Tudor was once the adjacent pathway of the "Hunter", and which pathway is this?

"He is not a 'witch'."

Peeping at the Origin Castle, Medici was gradually unable to suppress Sauron and Einhorn, and the two translucent shadows flew out of the crystal in the chest of Medici's original corpse. For a moment ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ decided to maintain a lot of dignity for the "blood emperor".

"Although he is very popular with the three grand dukes of the Fourth Epoch, he is not a 'witch'."

This sounds even weirder!

Of the three dukes, Klein couldn't help but make up some scenes from Korean comics, the noble blood prince and the nobles under him...

But fortunately, the identity of the three and Tudor was confirmed... He rationally stopped the topic and prepared to get off at the edge of the Backlund bridge area.

Here he is going to be Sherlock Moriarty again, and then back to Minsk Street.

The carriage drove past, and a mature man with acetate glasses slowly walked to the other interface, not in a hurry.

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

The valley on the outskirts of Backlund is not as quiet as the city, and all kinds of creatures come and go, as if calling for no pollution from civilization, pure and gratifying.

In the deep valley, a faint blue light shone, breaking this beautiful scene. The natural banquet, which was very active just now, suddenly fell silent, and a very tough man with arms drooping close to his knees suddenly appeared outside the depths of the valley. .

He glanced around vigilantly, turned his wrist slightly, and disappeared in place immediately.

All kinds of creatures who were frightened just now popped their heads again, and looked in a direction in the distance. The crow's eyes standing at the top of the tree crown reflected the blurred figure of the man, and turned around like a puppet. head.

Suddenly, all kinds of creatures around were trembling abruptly, and the illusory silk threads were rippling, and they returned to normal in an instant.

In the valley, the feast of nature sings again.

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