Is it really that easy to become a god?

At present, all humans are only Zhou Ping, the Great Xia sword immortal, who keeps his own sword law. When he reaches the divine realm, he must have his own law if he wants to become a god. But he is different from Zhou Ping. His divine ruins come from the God of Time rather than himself, and he cannot keep his own law like Zhou Ping. All the time laws in the world have been divided up by the gods of time in many gods of gods.

Can't keep your own laws, and can't get the laws of time... Is the agent of gods destined to be unable to become a god?

The king's wife fell into silence.

Yumura Qinghui, who was beside him, felt the mood swings of the king's face and raised her eyebrows gently.

"...Let's go, I'll take you to find that person."

Seeing Yugong Qinghui turn and leave, Wang Meng hesitated for a while, but still followed his footsteps.

"Who is the one you want to take me to see?" Wang Mian couldn't help asking.

"He is also from Daxia and knows Qiye, maybe you two will be acquaintances."

Wang Mian frowned and thought.

In addition to the [Night Scene] team, there are people who came to Japan's "people circle"? And they also know Lin Qiye?

Wang Meng thought for a long time, but she didn't think of such a person, and her doubts were aroused.

The two walked out of Feng Jijia's territory, turned to the remote alley, turned a few bends, and came to a short house.

Yumura Qinghui stretched out her hand and knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door opened, and a figure that the king could never imagine was standing quietly behind the door.

"Wu Xiangnan?"

Wang Mian shouted out his name in surprise.

Wu Xiangnan's eyes swept over Yugong Qinghui and fell on Wang Meng. He looked at the white-haired old man carefully for a long time, and his eyes were filled with confusion.

"Who are you?"

Wang Meng didn't say anything, but silently took out the cracked mask from her arms...

Wu Xiangnan was stunned. He stared at the old face of Wang Meng for a long time, and opened his mouth wide in shock.

...

"Sit down, I'm a little bit simple, but it's not as luxurious as Feng Jijia."

Wu Xiangnan walked out of the kitchen with a cup of hot tea, placed it in front of Wang Mian, and smiled helplessly.

After Yugong Qinghui sent Wang Mian here, she returned to Feng Jijia first. After all, this was a reunion between two Daxia people, and he couldn't understand Chinese even if he stayed. Instead of being embarrassed at that time, it would be better to just leave the stage directly.

Wang Mian took the teacup and took a sip, "But it's even more reassuring here."

"Actually, the brothers and brothers from Feng Ji family and the young man who just brought you here are pretty good."

"But in a foreign country, it still makes Chinese sound more comfortable."

Wu Xiangnan smiled and looked at the wrinkled palm of Wang Mian holding the cup. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "What's wrong with you? Where are the others from [Mask]? Are you also coming to Japan?"

Wang Mian slowly closed her eyes, and a bitterness appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He said all his experiences in the fishing village.

After listening, Wu Xiangnan fell into silence.

He didn't know how to comfort Wang Mian, but just stretched out his hand and gently patted Wang Mian's shoulder, "You don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Wang Mian stared at Wu Xiangnan for a moment and sighed, "I know... I can denounce fate in front of anyone, but I don't have the qualifications in front of you..."

Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.

Wu Xiangnan is also the only survivor of the [Blue Rain] team.

The fates of the two are very similar, but the difference is that Wang Mian still has a glimmer of opportunity to change history, and he still has hope... And Wu Xiangnan has nothing but hatred.

Wang Mian looked down at the teacup in her palm, and a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes. He murmured in confusion:

"First it's [Medium], then it's [Blue Rain], and then it's [Mask]... Do you think this is the fate of a special team?"

Wu Xiangnan was silent for a while and shook his head, "This is not fate... This is the destined ending of a special team.

All special teams have carried extremely heavy responsibilities from the moment they were established. We have never said that they retired. Our mission is to perform their duties until the moment of sacrifice comes.

The special team is established, fought, sacrificed, and then retained its own number until the next special team that took over their mission is born... This is our inheritance.

Over the past century, there are many special teams of Night Watchmen, and compared with most of them, we are already lucky.

The destruction of a special team must be because they encountered a dangerous situation far beyond their ability. In that case, survivors generally remained, and the actions of the special team were top secret. Except for the members of their own team, others actually didn't know much about them.

As time goes by, except for the cold top-secret files and merits within the Night Watcher, no one can remember their former glory, and their legend will eventually become a vague and secret history."

Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand and pointed at himself.

“And we are different.

We are survivors. Even if that legendary history has been forgotten by everyone, we can still remember the glory of the past, the personalities, preferences of others, whether they love to snore when they sleep, and what embarrassing things they have done...

As long as we are still alive, our team will always exist.”

Looking at Wu Xiangnan's eyes, Wang Meng was stunned. After a long time, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled...

"Been taught a lesson."

Wu Xiangnan smiled, "I thought about it for a long time before I figured it out."

"Then have you put it down now?"

Wu Xiangnan raised his glass and paused slightly, shook his head, "Thinking through, it doesn't mean letting go... Glory and legend can become history, but hatred cannot."

"So you stayed in Japan, you want to..."

"Yeah." Wu Xiangnan slowly took a sip of tea and said in an absolutely calm tone, "Revenge."

Wang Mian was stunned, "If I remember correctly, the enemy that caused the destruction of the [Blue Rain] team is..."

"Susanoka." Wu Xiangnan added the second half, "Takatahara's sea god, Susanoka."

"You are going to Takahara and seek revenge on Susanoka?"

"Um."

"That's a god."

"I know."

"But you are still just a human in the 'Sea' realm." Wang Mian looked at his eyes seriously, "You are dying."

"Do you think I am the kind of idiot who can die without any brains? What's more, I still carry the glory of the [Blue Rain] team on my shoulders."

Wu Xiangnan smiled slightly, stood up from his seat, walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and spoke calmly:

"I have... found a way to kill Susanoka."
Chapter completed!