"Mr. Zhao Si, in order to ensure the success rate of our operation, I need you to tell me everything you know." Chen An said softly.
Zhao Si squinted his eyes. The young man in front of him suddenly changed his appearance.
Chen An, on the other hand, smiled wryly with some trembling in his heart.
Cooperating with a "former angel"... who knows if he will trick me, what if this time he needs to "sacrifice" his life in action?
As a being without any "humanity", Chen An could not guarantee what Liu Neng would do.
As for being "inhumane", Liu Neng had already demonstrated it vividly when he was in Jingshan Hospital.
If it weren't for Miao Luoying's prophecy...he would really have allowed the three of him to be tortured to death by Li Zimu in the North District!
"So... I need some chips, at least to show my ability, so that he doesn't dare to act rashly..." Chen An was silent in his heart.
"This is what I should tell you." Zhao Si stood up calmly, waved his hand and pointed to the letter on the table.
"The Lord of Soft City, Gu Suo, is a fear-level 'harpist' of the Path of Destiny. As a 'harpist', he can wave the strings of fate, slightly tilting or changing the fate of other people... On the other hand, he You can also play 'musical creations' to produce different effects.
Of course, this is based on inheriting the abilities of 'Beggars' and 'Black Fairy Tales'. "
Zhao Si looked at Chen An and said: "But... it's important to 'know' that the weirdness of black fairy tales comes from 'black fairy tales'. Well, this is also some capital that I can compete with him."
Chen An raised his eyebrows, feeling completely helpless.
"But the key point is how to destroy the ceremony." Chen An said solemnly.
"Even if I am a former angel, I am just a horror now. Counting you and the people around you, we are no match for the entire secret organization of Soft City... plus the city owner Gu Suo." Zhao Si frowned. : "It's unrealistic to destroy the ceremony."
When Chen An heard this, he was speechless for a while.
Yes, you can think of things yourself, how could Liu Neng, who knows more about how to become a bishop than he does, not know about it?
But Chen An still hopes to work hard. No matter how small the manpower is and how slim the hope is, it doesn't necessarily mean there is none?
Suddenly, Chen An felt a spiritual surge in his mind!
"Yarrow?" Chen An suddenly whispered in his heart: "The time given by the Lord of the Night...the time when Liu Neng suddenly found me...the node at which this matter was discovered is a bit too coincidental..."
etc...
Chen An suddenly remembered "Zhou Yu"'s message again.
He said that before he truly embarks on the journey of the "Endless Traveler"... there will be "coincidences of fate".
destiny...
Chen An closed his eyes slightly.
"Mr. Zhao Si, I think I may have some methods." Chen An said, taking out a fish skin-like bag from his black crossbody bag, and then carefully took out a small handful of dry blades of grass.
Zhao Si stared at the hay, observing with his personality and spirituality, but he could not detect the extraordinaryness of the hay.
"These withered grasses are not weird, nor are they extraordinary." Zhao Si frowned slightly and thought to himself.
Chen An placed the small handful of withered grass on the table, looked at Zhao Si's face, and raised the corners of his mouth.
Hmm... It's exactly what I thought. As a gift from the gods and a god with "wisdom behind the scenes" and authority, these yarrows have the flavor of "behind the curtain" and "secret".
However, even if Zhao Si sees it, I can still say that I was good friends with Heiye back then.
Thinking of this, Chen An remembered the kindness of the "Lord of the Night" to him.
There was no reason for this kindness, it was strange.
Is this also the fate of the "Endless Traveler"?
Taking a breath, Chen An said: "These are some of my... divination methods, which may be effective." Then, Chen An's tone became more serious: "Mr. Zhao Si, please protect me."
Later, Chen An used his spirituality to communicate with the matter in the yarrow, and the invisible spirituality instantly began to burn illusively, turning into a spiritual fire that ignited the yarrow!
Seeing the yarrow beginning to burn, an obscure spiritual wave spread, carrying an unimaginable personality for Zhao Si, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
Who is this Chen An...? Zhao Si squinted his eyes and looked at the young man, feeling suddenly unsure of himself.
Chen An's eyes were covered with a layer of dark purple mist. Through the mist, he faced the translucent smoke emitted by the burning yarrow.
The smoke is layer upon layer, illusory and profound.
"How to destroy Gu Suo's ritual." Chen An thought silently.
Then, repeat three times.
The heavy gray fog, the illusory gray fog floating like silk and satin, layer upon layer, not clear enough and not real enough, the blurry but realistic picture... appeared in Chen An's eyes!
Chen An's breathing was slightly rapid, and there were waves of murmuring sounds in his ears. The sounds did not come from the night, but from the "offense" of divination!
At this moment, he saw a vague and huge, vague and covering the entire soft city...altar!
The illusive and gauzy gray fog formed a picture. Chen An seemed to see the pale and painful faces of the people from the outer city. In the distorted roars and shouts at the top of their lungs... they endured nightmares, endured poverty and Hungry, enduring fear...
He saw black shadows symbolizing nightmares appearing on the bodies of the people in the outer city, connecting their spirits to the edge of collapse.
At this moment, a voice from the bottom of his heart told Chen An that this was the first altar, and it was called: "People's Panic" was a nightmare that grew in the hearts of people in the outer city.
The next moment, the scene changed again, and the people in the outer city and the inner city seemed to be tortured by fear. Shadows, monsters, and sharp knives appeared behind them!
Blood spilled on the streets, and fear covered the entire soft city!
At the same time, many figures wearing black hoods appeared on the streets inside and outside Soft City. In their hands, they held statues of naked men hanging upside down. They shouted, and the people around them seemed to have seen the salvation of the world. Lord...those ragged outlanders rushed towards the altar one after another, and then, one by one turned into ferocious "monsters"!
This is the second altar... called "Loss of Hope"... At the moment when the outer city's spirit is at its weakest, fear descends upon the people in the outer city, and under the threat of death, it makes them believe in the evil god! Become a monster!
The next moment, the screen changes again!
The blurry soft capital was huge and small. As the angle of view increased, the soft capital gradually turned into a palm-sized ball in Chen An's eyes. At the same time...in this land of darkness, something appeared Seventy-two other blurry and twisted spheres!
Chen An seemed to see high-ranking figures wearing ferocious masks holding hands. They seemed to be conducting some kind of transaction.
Each of the spheres exudes a jet-black luster, and the soft luster is so weak that it is almost completely transparent!
At one point, the luster of one of the spheres was brand new, newly born!
Chen An remembered what Brother Scar said: "The new one is almost ready, and I don't know when it will be moved and merged by the people above."
At the same time, in the vagueness and blur, Soft City seemed to have traveled through time. Chen An saw vague figures and malicious threads, which were entangled with Soft City...
At this moment, Chen Anming realized that this was the third altar... It is called "the general trend". When everything has gone through a long-term layout, the decline of Ruandu means its fate. The emergence of new sub-capital will determine the future of Ruandu. Abandoned, and the new sub-capital and vacant official positions were in the interests of many people. So, this is the general trend.
The picture turned again, this time faster and more blurry... It was the fourth altar... It was the figure of a man, fleetingly gone.
