"Did you do it? Today is Monday. This is such a great day, you should get up early and take a bath and burn incense..."
Mask whispered in Yuan Zhisheng's ears early in the morning, and directly dragged Yuan Zhisheng out of his sleep.
This is all because he didn't take off his mask before going to bed at night.
This is certainly not because he likes to sleep in the middle of the night and wear a mask, and it’s not like he is out of his mind.
It was just this broken mask nagging in his ears that if he took off the mask, the mask's function of hiding his identity would be gone, especially in the territory of the fierce ghosts.
What if his brother came to his room on a whim in the middle of the night and saw a person who looked exactly like his brother sleeping, wouldn't his identity be exposed?
Last night, Yuan Zhisheng felt that there was some truth in the mask, so he slept with the mask on in the middle of the night like a lunatic.
Then this morning Yuan Zhisheng wanted to smash this damn broken mask.
This guy was like a chatterbox, talking most of the night, either praising the great Lord of Mysteries in his ears, or gossiping about things between him and his brother.
Not to mention doing something so irritating and annoying so early in the morning that it disturbs people's dreams.
Yuan Zhisheng resisted the urge to smash this broken mask, and decided to collect information first: "Is Monday the important meeting that Mr. World mentioned before? Where can I use my own things and exchange information?
"
"That's right." Mask said triumphantly, "This will be your first time to attend a Tarot meeting. Oh no, it should be the Arcana meeting. It is of great significance to you, so you should be well prepared."
Yuan Zhisheng raised his eyebrows: "Tarot Society? Arcana?"
He had heard this name from that great being above the gray fog before.
What made him even more curious was the Tarot Club in the mask's mouth.
"The code names of the core members of our Secret Church are all Tarot cards." Mask was happy to explain to Yuan Zhisheng, "So the name of our secret gathering is called the Tarot Club. It was called this name when it was officially registered.
Mr. Xingxing reported it to the Church of the Goddess of Night.
"Of course, now our great Mr. Fool has long become the Seven Great Gods, and the Tarot Society has become an official organization in the true sense.
"But here, the name of the party is Arcana. Because in addition to the twenty-two chapters of Tarot, our code name also includes some members of the Minor Arcana, which is the small card of the Tarot."
"Your Tarot card codename is [Devil]. Although you are not a demon, this has been recognized by Mr. Fool!"
The mask kept talking in Yuan Zhisheng's ears, especially when it came to the content about the Secret Church, it was extremely excited.
Yuan Zhisheng's mind was disturbed by the noise of the mask, but he still captured many key words.
Report to the official? The Seven Righteous Gods? And the official organization?
What are these?
It is obvious that the Secret Church is an unknown cult organization...
There is also the star mentioned by the mask, which seems to be a Tarot card. From the tone of the mask, the status of Mr. Star seems to be quite high. But what is the Church of the Goddess of the Night?
As for the devil’s path…
Yuan Zhisheng's brows almost knitted together, and he felt as if he was seeing a whole new world waving to him.
The mask's tone was so matter-of-fact that Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but have some absurd speculations.
But before he could ask, Mask interrupted Yuan Zhisheng's words: "I know you have a lot of little question marks, and it would be troublesome to explain them, and there are some things I won't reveal."
Yuan Zhisheng frowned slightly.
"You will know everything at this party."
The mask's tone was rare and serious.
"Today will be a very important gathering, and the script has been arranged and staged."
"Script?" Yuan Zhisheng fell into thinking.
The word script is very interesting. Whose script is it?
Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but recall the gray fog. Until now, it was like an indescribable experience, like Alice chasing the white rabbit, or like a mystery at night. The boundless gray fog, everything
buried.
The gods above the gray mist were high above, without any emotion in their tone, looking at the living beings below.
Yuan Zhisheng admitted that that great being did help him a lot. If it weren't for that great being, he would still be kept in the dark by Tachibana Masamune, and he would still be the manipulated pawn...
But……
Yuan Zhisheng still couldn't help but feel wary.
Would that great being really be so kind to help an ordinary human being? He knew that his bloodline was indeed very precious and dangerous compared to ordinary hybrids, but he didn't think that he would be so special that he would be harmed.
The favor of a great being.
He didn't pay much attention to the Secret Church before, thinking that the Secret Church was just like other messy cults, casually setting up an object of worship and then deceiving the world.
It wasn't until he actually came to the gray fog that he felt the trembling deep in his soul. That was the real god, the existence that towered over all living beings.
Even though he has a transcendent status in the Sheqi Ba family and is the ruler of the underworld, he is still an ordinary ant.
Is he now also a pawn of the great master above the gray mist?
Yuan Zhisheng asked the mask.
"Well, Mr. Fool is such a benevolent existence, and he will never treat others as chess pieces casually!" Mask shouted, his tone full of dissatisfaction with the source, "Mr. Fool is not an audience."
"Audience?" is another very unfamiliar word.
But Yuan Zhisheng felt as if he had heard it somewhere.
"Mr. Fool will not force anyone." Except Mr. Fool himself.
Mask let out a long sigh and said in a melancholy tone: "If you are scared, then you can put me here, and then you can go back and be your head of the Eight Sheqi Family. Although your substitute is still there now,
You can go back anytime if you want."
"But if you want to participate, you have to be prepared to face all the truth."
Mask said solemnly, his tone unprecedentedly serious.
"This will be an important gathering, and Mr. Fool will arrange tasks for everyone. It will also involve the nature and other side of the world... You must be mentally prepared."
"..."
Yuan Zhisheng said nothing.
"Of course, it all depends on your choice." Mask said.