Among all humans currently, only Daxia Sword Immortal Zhou Ping retains his own sword rules and ascends to the divine realm. If Wang Mian wants to become a god, he must also have a law of his own. But he is different from Zhou Ping. His divine ruins come from the time.
God, not himself, cannot retain laws like Zhou Ping, and all the laws of time in the world have been divided up by the gods of time in many divine kingdoms.
I can't keep my own laws, and I can't get the laws of time... Could it be that the agents of gods are destined to fail to become gods?
Wang Mian fell into silence.
Haruki Amamiya, who was on the side, felt Wang Mian's mood swings and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"...Let's go, I'll take you to find that person."
Seeing Amamiya Haruki turn around and leave, Wang Mian hesitated for a while, but still followed his footsteps.
"Who are you taking me to meet?" Wang Mian couldn't help but ask.
"He is also from Daxia, and he also knows Qiye. Maybe you two will be acquaintances."
Wang Mian frowned and began to think.
In addition to the [Night Curtain] team, someone else came to Japan's "Human Circle"? And they also know Lin Qiye?
Wang Mian thought for a long time, but could not think of such a person, and the doubts in his heart were aroused.
The two walked out of the Fengji family's territory and walked towards a remote alley. After turning a few turns, they came to a small house.
Haruki Amamiya stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened, and a figure that Wang Mian had never expected stood quietly behind the door.
"Wu Xiangnan?"
The king called out his name in surprise.
Wu Xiangnan's eyes swept across Amamiya Haruki and landed on Wang Mian. He looked at the gray-haired old man seriously for a long time, with a look of confusion in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
Wang Mian did not speak, but silently took out the cracked "王" mask from his arms...
Wu Xiangnan was stunned. He stared at Wang Mian's old face for a long time and opened his mouth in shock.
…
"Sit down, my place is a bit simple, but it's not as luxurious as Feng Ji's house."
Wu Xiangnan walked out of the kitchen with a cup of hot tea, placed it in front of Wang Mian, and smiled helplessly.
After Amamiya Haruki sent Wang Mian here, he returned to Feng Ji's house first. After all, this was a reunion between two Daxia people. He couldn't understand Chinese even if he stayed. Rather than being embarrassed then, it would be better to just
Exit directly.
Wang Mian took the tea cup and took a sip slowly, "But it's more reassuring here."
"Actually, the siblings from the Fengji family and the young man who just brought you here are quite good."
“But in a foreign country, it’s more comfortable to listen to Chinese.”
Wu Xiangnan smiled and looked at the wrinkled palm holding the cup in front of the king. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "What is...what's wrong with you? Where are the other people from [Masked]? They are here too.
Japan?”
Wang Mian slowly closed his eyes, a hint of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He told all about [Mask]'s experiences in the fishing village.
After listening, Wu Xiangnan fell into silence.
He didn't know how to comfort Wang Mian, so he just stretched out his hand and patted Wang Mian's shoulder gently, "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 only in front of you, I don't have the qualification..."
Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.
Wu Xiangnan is also the only survivor of the [Blue Rain] team.
The fate of the two is very similar, but the difference is that Wang Mian still has a chance to change history, and he still has hope...while Wu Xiangnan has nothing but hatred.
Wang Mian looked down at the tea cup in his palm, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he murmured in confusion:
"First it was [Psychic Medium], then [Lan Yu], and then [Mask]... Do you think this is the fate of the special team?"
Wu Xiangnan was silent for a while and shook his head, "This is not fate... This is the destined ending of the special team.
All special teams have been burdened with extremely heavy responsibilities from the moment they were established. We have never retired. Our mission is to perform our duties until the moment of sacrifice arrives.
Special teams are established, fight, sacrifice, and retain their numbers until the next special team that takes over their mission is born... This is our heritage.
In the past hundred years of the Night Watch, there have been many special teams. Compared with most of them, we are already lucky.
The destruction of a special team must be due to encountering a dangerous situation that is far beyond their capabilities. In that case, there will generally be no survivors left, and the actions of the special team are top secret, except for those of their own team.
members, others don’t really know much about them.
As time goes by, except for the cold top-secret files and achievements within the Night's Watch, no one can remember their past glory, and their legend will eventually become a vague and secret history."
Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand and pointed at himself,
"But 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, other people's personalities, preferences, whether they like to snore when sleeping, and what embarrassing things they have done...
As long as we are alive, our team will always exist."
Looking at Wu Xiangnan's eyes, Wang Mian was stunned. After a long time, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled...
"Been taught a lesson."
Wu Xiangnan smiled and said, "I thought about it for a long time before I figured it out."
"Then have you given up now?"
Wu Xiangnan paused slightly while raising the glass and shook his head, "Just because you have figured it out doesn't mean you have given up... Glory and legend can become history, but hatred cannot."
"So you stay in Japan because you want to..."
"Yes." Wu Xiangnan slowly took a sip of tea and said in an absolutely indifferent tone, "Revenge."
Wang Mian was stunned, "If I remember correctly, the enemy who caused the destruction of the [Lan Yu] team was..."
"Susanoo." Wu Xiangnan added the second half of the sentence, "The sea god of Takamagahara, Susanoo."
"Are you going to Takamagahara to seek revenge from Susano'o?"
"Um."
"That's a god."
"I know."
"But you are still just a human in the sea realm." Wang Mian looked into his eyes seriously, "You are sending yourself to death."
"Do you think I'm the kind of fool who would die without thinking? 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: