Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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In the dark corridor, waves of air that were wrapped in sand, gravel, and dust spurted out from the only exit, next to the backs of Klein and several living corpses, like a pair of invisible hands, pushing hard. check them out.

Under the blessing of the "Clown" ability, Klein, who was about to fall, instantly folded his legs and curled up strangely, stabilizing the center, leaping forward, and sticking firmly to the steps of the basement exit. .

The air waves were still surging, and the few living corpses behind him were not so lucky.

I have reason to suspect that Miss Sharon's blasting master has a certain amount of water. She probably hasn't cooperated with anyone... Klein was expressionless, but there was a hint of resentment in his heart, watching the muddy ash behind him. The outer layer of the stained coat, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he patted in distress.

Sharon, who was still indifferent, looked down at all this from a condescending height. The complicated palace dress was spotless and still elegant.

As soon as her eyes swept away, the several living corpses that fell in the corridor swayed up and climbed up. Their skin seemed to have a certain extraordinaryness after being "resurrected". There is no trace of the bump, but there is no black green.

In silence, the ghostly young lady threw herself into the corpse that had been occupied earlier.

A cold breeze swept up, and the dust on the bodies of several living corpses was visibly peeled off, and the dark skin was also pale.

"Detective Moriarty, I heard some unpleasant voices just now, are you all right?" Angelo, the young new butler, looked out of breath. Due to the strenuous exercise, the housekeeper's uniform on his body was creased with folds. , lost its original grace.

Klein, who put on his double-breasted coat again, nodded slightly, showed the "safe and sound" living corpses, and said in a relaxed tone:

"It's just that the structure of the basement is so old that we had to bury the blasting point deeper."

"You know, because of the physical structure, I've built some mathematical models of this before, just break the top non-load-bearing structure and you can cover the only exit."

"As for the shaking and sound you felt just now, it's just the sound of rolling stones and doesn't affect safety."

Hearing that the detective in front of him suddenly turned into a master engineer and talked in front of him, Angelo, who only had experience in church school, couldn't help rubbing his forehead and nodded perfunctorily.

Although the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room shook violently just now, there have been no accidents such as collapses.

He leaned back with a slight headache and gestured:

"I think I need to call Mr. Carter first, he needs to check this."

......

In the not-so-dark underground ruins, three spiritual bodies with different states are entangled with each other and restrain each other.

"Medicine, protect our bodies first!"

"Don't try to run away!"

Two unreal, indistinct spiritual bodies wrapped around the translucent body of the red-haired youth, twisted like two pythons, struggling to pull him towards the direction where the two corpses were stacked, close to the entrance hall.

"Bastard, as long as my body is fine, you will be fine. Instead of worrying about your rotten body, it is better to think about how to cooperate with me, influence Tudor and his children, and get out of trouble together." The red angel who is the swordsman of the Creator, His Excellency Medici, had a cold face, his feet were firmly on the ground, and he was constantly fighting against the other two spiritual bodies.

"Can't you see it? The 'Mystery' has explained a lot before letting your spirit bodies dissipate." The illusory spirit body was still noisy in his ears, as if he hadn't heard his defense.

"Hey, trust him? Great Red Angel, then why are you staying with the two of us now instead of on the ground?"

"Hehe, ally of the Creator, the only legitimate **** of the glorious era, didn't you see the little guy who came in last time?"

"He is definitely a 'secret' favored person. As a result, they don't even mean to save you. Don't admit it. Didn't you just say that you want us to influence the children together and find a way to get out of trouble?"

The two illusory spirit bodies seemed to have reached a consensus, just like when they cooperated a thousand years ago, they looked at each other and smiled, and sneered very badly:

"Medic, you've fallen out of favor!"

"Abandoned by that crazy creator!"

The translucent body of the red-haired youth was gradually dragged. He lowered his head, his long scarlet hair covered his expression, and said nothing.

Seeing this, the two illusory spirit bodies worked harder and stretched their necks in the direction of their own bodies.

As the body got closer and closer to the two skeletons in the distance, Medici finally raised his head, expressionless.

"Perhaps just like he raised a giant daughter, the taste of 'secret' has always been unique, so the two of you will be left behind."

He raised his drooping arm, stretched it back, and clenched his palm against the crystal on his corpse's chest.

Bang's life, the two illusory spiritual bodies wrapped around Medici exploded in an instant, dispersing into clumps of pale white mist, which was difficult to condense and form.

His unreal body returned to the ground, the mist in the air was gathered, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he watched the two opponents tightly bound in his empty palm.

The boulder in the distance finally rolled down, squashing the two corpses in the corner.

Medici slowly withdrew his gaze, looked at the mist that was struggling in his palm, and his voice was calm.

"Okay, I think now we can start trying to save ourselves."

"Right, my two 'friends'."

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

In the enclosed carriage, Klein looked at the living corpses that were standing still like statues on the opposite side, took out the unwarmed banknotes from his pocket, and asked in a low voice:

"The reward for blasting just now, we are half divided?"

In fact, he wanted Mr. Carter to divide the remuneration into two parts from the beginning, but the living corpse that Miss Sharron manipulated just now did not respond, so he could only accept the remuneration alone.

Miss Sharon, who was hiding in the living corpse in the middle, pulled away gently, flashed, and reappeared on the window glass of the carriage.

"No, this time the help is free, you just need to pay for the cost of Kaspers preparing the gunpowder."

This is the longest thing I've heard Miss Sharon say in one breath... Klein raised his eyebrows, took out a few banknotes graciously, and looked at Sharon on the glass window.

"This is for..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the tip of his outstretched right finger was cold, and the banknotes between his fingers disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace, and the air seemed to tremble.

He seemed to have guessed something, but he didn't say it rationally. Instead, he turned around and looked at the living corpse sitting in the middle, stunned, and his eyes gradually became blank.

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

East End Bounty Hunter Bar, 8pm.

Unlike the surrounding cold and humidity, it seems that there will never be a shortage of refreshing dry heat and good wine, so that many bounty hunters who do not drink alcohol on weekdays will also stay here for a while this season, Just to enjoy the free stove.

On the semi-circular bar of the bar, mature men of different statures and very rare women surrounded it.

Without exception, there was a certain sternness and ferocity in their eyebrows and eyes, which made a bookish man in the corner look extremely out of place.

Dunn, who had a good drinker, slowly tasted the strong wine in his hand, his cheeks were slightly red, he looked at the bartender who finally came to him, slowly raised the wooden barrel cup, and greeted softly.

"The wine here is not bad, at least not pure alcohol mixed with water."

Young, with short greasy flaxen hair, he glanced at the bar, scratched his head and laughed:

"Perhaps that kind of wine itself is not for a young man like you."

"Say, what do you want to ask, you have been sitting here, the rest will be embarrassed to continue business."

His own identity seems to be quite special, obviously he is younger than the other bounty hunters here, but to a certain extent he is a representative.

His fingers gently slid along the edge of the barrel cup, Dunn's voice was mellow, and his dark red eyes looked around casually.

"I want to know if you know a girl named Hugh. She has short blond hair and usually wears a knight's uniform."

Suddenly, the bartender who had been on guard just now suddenly had a strange expression on his face. He immediately put on a smile and answered actively:

"I know, of course I know. She is a famous and beautiful girl in the East District. Why are you looking for her?"

His reaction was a bit exaggerated, blocking Dunn's already prepared belly draft.

Dunn was suddenly silent, thought for a while, took out a one-soul note from the outer pocket of his coat, and placed it lightly on the bar.

"I just want to know her identity."

The bartender with a smile on his face took away the banknotes and took a picture of it under the light. The expression on his face gradually softened. For the sake of the money, his tone showed obvious satisfaction.

"She is a famous 'arbiter' here, a very fair lady, I can introduce you to her as long as you want. Believe me, if you have any crooked thoughts, you'd better get rid of it now, you won't want to mess with it to her."

"She's amazing?" Dunn raised his chin curiously.

The bartender, who had collected the banknotes, moved his **** to make himself more comfortable.

"Hey, she can knock down several strong men at one time, but she is only one meter five, do you think she is very powerful?"

"Arbiter", an Extraordinary, is she playing?

Dunn made a secret judgment in his heart based on the impartiality and other characteristics given by the other party.

But why would a wild Beyonder with a high probability of Sequence Nine know how to act?

Is there a secret organization behind her, or is she just like Dai Li, who just found the direction by accident and is a genius?

"Thank you, I see, your information is very useful." Glancing at the remaining beer and foam in the barrel, Dunn stood up and nodded slightly.

The flaxen-haired bartender grimaced as the strange customer walked all the way out of the bar, and sat back to where the other regulars usually sat.

As soon as he passed, a few bounty hunters with a smell of alcohol gathered around and asked about the "little master" just now.

The young bartender enjoyed the feeling of being noticed, and when the corner of his mouth was dry, he picked up a wine glass on the bar and drank the rest directly.

When Hugh comes over, I have to remind her... The thought flashed by, and the wooden barrel cup was slammed on the wooden bar counter. Infected and laughed.

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

The gray fog kept surging in the majestic towering palace. On the top seat, a burst of crimson erupted, and Klein's figure emerged.

He glanced roughly, and sure enough, he saw "Mystery" sitting opposite him.

"What's the matter?" "Mystery" who was flipping through a book raised his head, his pure black eyes revealing the meaning of inquiry.

Klein, who was sitting in a relaxed posture, nodded, and waved back to himself, and a bundle of bundled banknotes flew over from behind the stone high-back chair.

"I have found all the clues of the spinal fluid of the evil-printed black panther, and I need to prepare gold pounds in advance."

As he said that, he picked up the banknotes on the long bronze table, flipped his fingers quickly, counted out five hundred pounds neatly, and re-tied the rest with cloth strips, and threw them back into the miscellaneous piles covered by layers of gray fog. pile of things.

"Mystery" looked at the movements of his own half body, and a little bright light flashed in his eyes. Using the abilities of "deciphering scholars" and "divine experts", he reversed the so-called material clues.

Suddenly, his handsome face twitched obviously, and the left hand pressed on the page uncontrollably supported his cheek, sighing silently.

Klein, who was sorting out the gold pounds and preparing to respond to the gift ceremony he had prepared in reality, suddenly froze, frowning slightly, and a bad feeling came to his heart.

"What's wrong?"

Layers of thin gray fog in the long bronze table stood in the way of Klein and "Mystery", which made Klein, who was not powerful enough in his spiritual vision, unable to see the expression on his body at all.

"It's nothing, I'm just praising your good luck." "Mysterious" sighed undetectable.

After a fierce ideological struggle~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He decided to protect the "child" he looked up to.

Klein, who had pushed the banknotes out of the illusory gate, looked puzzled, and then asked:

"Why call it luck?"

He remembered that Mr. Azik had said that his fate was not normal.

And he is not in a hurry to return to reality now. After the previous divination, he has determined that Prince Edsack does not arrange for anyone to inspect himself abnormally.

Especially after taking out the reward given by Prince Edsack today and transferring it into his own anonymous account, Klein felt even more trusting for a while when looking at the "huge" amount. How can it be done to such an extent!

"It's nothing, I just remembered a few old friends who were in charge of luck." "Mystery", who was sitting in a lazy posture, changed his posture, still casual.

Klein looked at his unwillingness to say more, his thoughts changed, he pouted, and then asked:

"I've always had a question, why isn't fate at the heart of 'divine'?"

"Isn't the honorific title of 'The Fool' also includes the King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good fortune?"

"If it doesn't correspond to authority, this honorable name shouldn't take effect."

"Mystery" with his left leg on top of his right finally regained his energy and said in a high voice:

"Didn't you say it yourself, being in charge of luck is not in charge of destiny."

"Actually, before the Blasphemy Slate appeared, many people had similar ideas and always wanted to seek promotion based on the similarity of authority, but they all failed or fell into madness without exception."

"On this road, balance is the first. Greed will only speed up your death. No way can monopolize the next field. This is the rule."

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