Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 68

"An unlucky dead man, it's funny, isn't it?"

The not-so-real young man sneered, his seemingly casual gaze kept moving between Klein and Miss Bodyguard, gradually slowing down, and finally staying on the left side. In the red eyes, only those who were bound by the original were left. On the ground, the fear and panic on the strangely still Klein's face were restrained.

"It is clear that He has already cast his gaze, and it is clear that I have the protection there, but why can't I move at all now."

"Really?" The young man with dull red long hair guessed the other party's thoughts, sneered, a light of fire flashed across his fingertips, and his posture was relaxed, he reached into his pocket and took out a brand new cigarette 's left hand.

Huh...a faint whitish-gray smoke ring spewed out from the slightly pale lips of the young man, covering his face...hiding his slightly dazed eyes.

However, this emotion quickly disappeared, and calm and rationality returned to the eyes of the young man.

"Did I guess what you were thinking just now?" The red-haired youth rolled his eyes and said casually.

However, there was no one answering the young man's question in the room where the flames were only reverberating, and the silence remained as always.

The young man who was tasting the smell of the cigarette was stunned for a moment, and then he glanced at Klein, who was struggling, and said casually:

"Forget, how can something that is not much stronger than a dog open its mouth to answer my question."

Saying that, his free right hand snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Invisibly, the pressure that bound Klein and Miss Bodyguard suddenly disappeared. Although they were still unable to move, their spirituality seemed dead and unable to be mobilized, but the two had regained their most basic conversational abilities.

Miss Bodyguard, who had obtained some information from the spiritual world, kept silent rationally, squinting her azure eyes, observing Klein and the young man on the side as much as possible.

Klein, who had experienced a similar encounter on "Mystery", was relatively calm. The panic that erupted for a while was quickly restrained, and after two seconds of silence, he spoke carefully:

"This is yours?"

He didn't intend to answer this mysterious young man's question. His intuition told him that this person definitely knew "Mystery", maybe it was an old monster who survived from the Third Epoch or the Fourth Epoch!

I don't know if this is my own fault... Klein tried to move his fingertips in his pocket, but to no avail, he could only helplessly feel the sudden burst of Azik's copper whistle. The gloomy and cold, temporarily gave up the struggle.

The red-haired young man was still smoking a cigarette comfortably, and it was not until this ordinary pastime was shortened by a minute that he opened his mouth like a charity:

"No, not before."

Are such big men all riddlers!

"Who did this place belong to before?" Klein thought for a while with a frown, and then asked.

The young man breathing out smoke suddenly froze, then smiled strangely, the calmness in his eyes gradually subsided, and the emotional light became more and more obvious.

"Oh, what do you want to know?"

He tsk tsk shook his head, the cigarette in his hand kept drawing circles.

"Trust me, compared to some people, I am very kind, I can tell you who this place belongs to, what it is used for, who was born here, what is his ultimate purpose, and even his final ending. ."

"However, sit down first, we have to maintain the most basic etiquette and trust at all times, don't we?" The young man whose expression gradually became excited suddenly regained his composure. With a wave of his idle hands, two air currents rose by themselves. Up, the corpses sitting on the high-backed chairs on the left and right sides were rolled up high and thrown into the corner of the hall at will.

Seeing the scene in front of him with a sense of sight, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched, and his left eyelid even jumped up.

You don't even have the ability to let me resume activities. Even if I dare to move, I can't sit down... Klein let out a long sigh of relief, and then the corner of his mouth raised, and he said softly with restraint:

"thank you for your kindness."

The red-haired youth with an unreal figure kept moving his gaze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even more pronounced.

Suddenly, his movements were stagnant for a moment, the flames that were constantly burning in the hall swelled violently, and when they were about to reach the roof, they had to retract into the braziers, and the light was a little weaker.

"Tsk, it's boring." The red-haired youth turned paler, and even the corpse behind him seemed to have undergone some changes.

In the perspective that Klein had closed his spiritual vision, the black crystal on the corpse's chest flickered obviously.

His vision was indistinctly retracted, his brain was running fast, and he said word by word:

"We just broke in here by accident, with no offense and no interest in the buried history here."

"so?"

Saying that, he looked at the red-haired young man's eyes and blinked, the brilliance of spirituality flashed quickly, and then disappeared in an instant. He almost used up all the power contained in the "clown" potion, and then controlled himself not to make extra. expression.

In less than a second of spiritual vision just now, he actually saw a thin layer of gray fog on the surface of this young man, or the spiritual body!

A layer of gray fog that he was all too familiar with!

No wonder "Mystery" just cast his eyes, there is his handwriting here, or, is there the handwriting of the Seven Gods here?

Klein's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression still maintained a basic "frightened" expression, trying his best to act as a weak man who longed for understanding and neglect.

It has been determined that this person is at least an angel. Although he does not know his specific identity, in terms of status, he is likely to be higher than any angel that Klein knows now!

"so?"

"What are you expecting? What are you guessing? Instead of thinking here, you might as well ask your Lord directly. I remember that He has always been generous to His favored ones." The red-haired young man withdrew his gaze and snorted. , pouted a little sarcastically.

My Lord..."Mystery" If He wants to tell me, why am I standing here...

Seeing that Klein was blocked and didn't know how to answer, the red-haired young man smiled again, and the half cigarette he had not finished slid from his fingertips.

The sparkling cigarette butts were lit on the ground, and wisps of white-gray smoke continued to evaporate.

"Why, isn't he willing to tell you?"

He indifferently stepped on the half cigarette on the ground, lightly tired, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"I thought he had always maintained the good habits he once had... Why don't you convert to me? The great **** of war is willing to answer all your questions, eh?" He laughed, and the sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes almost overflowed.

The great **** of war? war?

Klein immediately thought of the God of War in Feysac. In some myths on Earth, the God of War and the God of War are sometimes linked together.

But looking at the young man in front of him with a fairly normal height, he silently denied this guess, and turned to other possibilities.

Feeling the passing time, Klein hesitated, and the expression on his face became a little weird.

"You seem to be thinking of some very offensive ideas?" the red-haired youth muttered.

Klein, whose body was still bound, was suddenly relieved, the smile on his face slowly lifted, and he took the initiative to provocatively say:

"Why should I convert to a fallen **** of war?"

During the provocation, he stared closely at the young man in front of him, his nerves tense to the extreme.

"Tsk." The red-haired young man who fell into a strange silence grinned and looked at Klein strangely, "After so long, why did He and His followers still have this virtue? I thought that since the three gods announced their recovery. , you can restrain yourself a bit."

Bet right!

Klein's eyes lit up with a ray of light, and he let out a long breath subconsciously.

"Ha, cough cough cough cough!" Suddenly, Klein, who was exhaling, seemed to have his trachea blocked, his face flushed red, like a boiled prawn.

The initiator of all this, the red-haired young man who was looking at Klein shook his head in satisfaction, then turned his eyes to look at Miss Bodyguard who had been ignored for a long time.

He looked up and down this delicate-looking, doll-like quiet lady with blonde hair and blue eyes, and said casually:

"Although it is a different species, it is quite gorgeous. I wonder if you are so gorgeous when you are a werewolf."

"Anyway, at the same level, you are at least much stronger than the one here."

"Here's a mission, do me a small favor, and I can support you to become a 'devil' for free."

Suspended in mid-air, the bodyguard lady, who was still hazy, remained silent and did not answer.

"Mission?" Klein, who had survived the danger that he nearly coughed up his internal organs, suddenly said, his chest twitching in confusion.

The lazy red-haired youth glanced at him in surprise, then smiled, the sarcasm in his eyes unabated.

"Although I don't think you can do it, it's not impossible to tell you. After all, mice also have their own things that they are good at."

His face paled even more, and the emotions in his eyes became more and more chaotic.

"Find the descendants of Sauron, Einhorn, and members of the Medici family, bring them to me, and I may even give this to you."

Saying that, he flipped his left hand, and an illusory card silently appeared in his palm.

A card with a chariot image on it!

Soren, Einhorn, Medici?

Except for the last surname, the remaining two are royal families that are common in history books, although the Sauron family has decayed... Klein chewed on this strange request and his thoughts diverged.

This should be the condition for him to get out of this trap. The three corpses behind are the ancestors of these three families?

Klein glanced over the red-haired youth's shoulder and couldn't help but guess.

"Okay, it's time." The red-haired young man who suddenly yawned ignored the strange eyes of the two people beside him, a look of fatigue actually appeared on his pale face, and his eyes drooped.

His eyes swept away, and some indifferently spread his hands, as if he took it for granted:

"I don't have any obligation to chat with you children all the time. It's time to end."

As he said that, he raised his left hand, which had gradually become illusory, and a cluster of violent flames suddenly rose from the lantern that had previously fallen to the ground, and shot straight to the ceiling.

"After all, he's been watching here all the time. I'm not like I used to be now. I can rely on my own will and can only be trapped in this small room." His tone became low, and his red eyes seemed to have The flames burned, "Although I don't have much hope, if you can really bring the descendants of those families over, I might really consider giving something to charity."

The incomparably expanding flame was like the giant mouth of an evil dragon, and its ferocious fangs stretched to the maximum, swallowing the tightly bound Klein and Miss Bodyguard without warning.

The two jaws that were opened to the limit closed, and bursts of violent sparks burst out, and the ferocious flame dragon slammed into the ground and disappeared.

The red-haired youth whose face was pale and whose body had almost disappeared stared blankly at all of this, watching silently until his body was almost completely transparent. The line of sight seems to pass through the stone bricks and layers of soil of the ruins, and go straight to the sky.

"Heh." Looking at the grayish-white mist escaping from the black spar at the chest of the corpse behind him, he shook his body and regained a relatively real body, and sneered in a low voice.

In the first hall, a deep flame rose silently, and Klein and Miss Bodyguard, who had been untied, suddenly appeared above the corpses of the snakes.

"Grass!"

Klein's scalp numbly looked at the entangled corpses of poisonous snakes under him, and he couldn't help scolding as he continued to fall.

Unable to break free from the constraints of gravity, he closed his eyes and almost accepted the fate he was about to reach.

However, the creamy, cold, disgusting feeling that I imagined did not strike, and although the cheeks still felt cool, they did not touch anything.

Klein, who felt the corner of his double-breasted coat swept across his ears, opened his eyes tentatively.

He saw his face in a cloudy vertical pupil.

Before he could hand it over, he felt a tightness in his ankle, and he was dragged and thrown to the front of the group of snakes.

boom!

"Cough cough cough." Although it didn't hurt, Klein, who had just come into close contact with the ground, struggled to stand up, and when he turned his eyes, he realized that the bodyguard, who had regained strength, was slowly descending beside him. , looking down at himself.

Why do you have to hang in the air for a while... Klein, who was somewhat resentful, glanced at the group of snakes behind him.

"Just now..." Miss bodyguard with an ethereal voice suddenly shut up, and her body quickly faded, "The owner of the house above is coming down."

Klein, who was slapping the dust on his body, was suddenly stunned, his body turned back quickly, his ice blue eyes endured the discomfort, and he pulled two of them from the pile of poisonous snake corpses, before swiftly heading for the exit. run away.

He ran with all his strength, as if there were floods and beasts behind him. In the almost dark darkness, relying on the "clown"'s intuition and the weak night vision brought by his spiritual vision, he rushed out of the underground hall like a hurricane.

I'm a little sorry for that Mr. Miller Carter, but this is not a good place to convert into a luxurious basement!

Klein was running faster and faster until a ray of light appeared in front of him.

At the entrance in the depths of the basement, Mr. Carter, who found that Detective Moriarty had not heard a sound for a long time, was a little worried. Angelo's lantern, standing beside him, seemed to be preparing to enter.

call!

Suddenly, a black shadow flew out from the fully opened stone door, covered with dust, and Sherlock Moriarty, who was holding two poisonous snakes tightly in his hands, panted heavily and said intermittently:

"Quick! Quick... Seal this place, there are snakes in here! Countless snakes!"

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