Walking towards the room where Huang Lingheng was, on the way, Chen Hui asked Leng Zimeng.
"What is your relationship with Huang Lingheng?"
Listening to Chen Hui's question, Leng Zimeng was silent for a moment, and then said:
"He and I are brother and sister."
Leng Zimeng seemed to know what Shen Hui and the others would ask, and immediately added something.
"I'm not biological, I was adopted."
Her expression was a bit gloomy, as if she had a bad past.
However, Chen Hui was not interested in asking about the other person's childhood.
"So where is this? And your identities?"
"This is a private hospital for our organization. You may not have heard of our organization."
"We are a hidden underground organization called Night."
Leng Zimeng came one by one, but as she said, Chen Hui had never heard of such an organization.
Originally, various organizational forces emerged one after another, and they couldn't get any stronger if they wanted to, and Shen Hui didn't care.
However, Zhiyue who was standing next to her added: "This is a power comparable to those big families you know."
When Chen Hui heard this, he subconsciously yelled.
"Don't believe it. The big families you know may not be that powerful. There are still many organizations hidden underground."
"You should know the organization Qingxue belongs to, right?"
Zhiyue knew Shen Hui's situation very well, including people who were familiar with him.
Chen Hui is not surprised, his apparent identity has been clearly investigated for a long time.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the people of the Titan Cult to know so clearly.
"Of course I know. Qingxue told me before that she is in an adventure group called Starry Night."
Chen Hui suddenly thought of the name Xingye, which seemed to be related to night.
"Is the starry night just the night?"
"The answer is correct, but not entirely correct. Let's talk about it for Leng Zimeng."
Zhiyue obviously understood, but Leng Zimeng knew better.
Leng Zimeng took over: "There are many branches under the night, and Starry Night is just one of them."
"The branch that Huang Lingheng and I belong to is called Hongye. It can also be said that these branches make up the night."
"For example, the leader of the organization tonight is Huang Lingheng's grandfather."
When Chen Hui heard this, he was stunned. He didn't expect it to be another master with a certain background.
We still don’t know what Huang Lingheng has become, but our guess is not much better.
Then wouldn't he be an enemy of another force?
Just when Shen Hui was thinking about whether he should strike first and kill Huang Lingheng and Leng Zimeng first while the two of them were in bad condition.
Leng Zimeng felt the cold hostility from Chen Hui, shuddered involuntarily and said quickly:
"It'll be okay. No one knows the identity of our Tarot Society or what happened yesterday."
"And even if Huang Lingheng dies, the Lord of the Night, his grandfather, will not care."
Leng Zimeng didn't seem to be lying, and Shen Hui lowered his hostility.
"Then why did you take the initiative to find me? We have nothing in common."
"This...we are not hostile, we just want to help you complete the ritual."
"Because Huang Lingheng needs stronger power."
Leng Zimeng explained.
Chen Hui snorted coldly: "Humph, what does this have to do with me?"
Chen Hui could also tell that Huang Lingheng was just irritating himself and did not intend to destroy the world of death.
But this is still unforgivable.
"Because every time a member of the Tarot Society is gathered together, the power gained by the remaining members will increase."
"That's why Huang Lingheng plans to take the initiative to find you."
After listening to Leng Zimeng's words, Chen Hui looked at Zhiyue and she nodded.
"Yes, the powers of Tarot Club members are not complete."
"Even some special tarot positions have limited powers."
Chen Hui gradually became less repulsive to the Tarot Society, and was even curious about how he could gain extra powerful powers after all.
But now I still feel a little unhappy, if there are members of the Tarot Club who want to improve their strength.
Doesn't it mean that he is coming to find himself again? Then what has become of him?
However, this involves the most critical thing and the thing that Chen Hui is most curious about.
Chen Hui stopped, looked at Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng seriously and asked:
"What exactly is this ritual you are talking about?"
Zhiyue replied: "Every member of the Tarot Club is different. For example, my eleventh position of justice ritual is to maintain the justice in my heart."
Chen Hui keenly captured the special meaning of Zhiyue's words.
"The justice in your heart..."
Zhiyue raised her head and showed a confident smile like a neighbor's big sister.
"Why, do you doubt my outlook on life? Sister, my outlook on life is as correct as my five senses."
Chen Hui was also infected by Zhiyue's smile and couldn't help but smile.
That's right, otherwise she wouldn't help him. At least, she's not a so-called bad person.
Chen Hui looked at Leng Zimeng: "Where is your world number 21?"
Leng Zimeng also continued: "My situation is quite special. Now the ritual is my creation world, but the power it can use is not as strong as the other members."
Listening to the ceremony between the two of them, Shen Hui felt that it wasn't too difficult.
That own...
"Then what is my ritual? The Thirteenth Death God."
After Chen Hui asked this question, Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng both said, "You look at me, I look at you." Their answers were not as straightforward as before.
Again, like before, they didn't want to answer the question.
But Chen Hui planned to get to the bottom of it this time, and his aura suddenly increased.
"Since I am the preselected candidate for death, I think I need to know."
Zhiyue hesitated.
"It's not that we don't want to tell you..."
Looking at Chen Hui's firm gaze, he finally sighed.
"Well, your ritual is actually very simple, but it is also the most difficult."
"Death, plunges the entire city into death, and takes away the lives of at least tens of millions of people..."
"It cannot be life in the world of creation, it must be life in the world we live in..."
Listening to Zhiyue telling about her ritual, Chen Hui's expression changed.
Finally he asked with an uncertain tone: "Are you sure?"
"Of course, this is why I don't want to tell you. Even if you know it, can you complete it?"
Chen Hui instantly felt that his ritual was simply too ridiculous compared to theirs.
Riding on a horse is so ridiculous!
"How is this possible!...How is this possible..."
Chen Hui's originally strong tone suddenly became softer and less decisive.
After thinking about it, it seems that I...can really have that ability.
Is this why the Fool chose him?
Fuck the ritual, don’t even want this seat of the God of Death!
Chen Hui stopped thinking about it. It was better not to know.
Seeing Shen Hui's excited look, Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng stopped mentioning it.
They think so too.
Especially Leng Zimeng, she and Huang Lingheng wanted Shen Hui to complete the ritual out of control.
Although it may not be completed, in fact it is not completed.
But the starting point is the same. If I mention it a few more times, wouldn’t I be looking for death?
The three of them arrived at the corridor of the ward where Huang Lingheng was, but they were not close yet.
I feel that the temperature here is much lower than other places.
