Torrential rain poured down from the sky. Next to the trash can with a stench that filled the sky, an abandoned baby wrapped in a tattered towel was crying loudly.
But no matter how miserable the abandoned baby cried, it was still drowned out by the heavy rain and thunder. In addition, the place was extremely remote, and no one noticed the existence of the abandoned baby. As time went by, the abandoned baby's cry
Getting smaller and smaller.
The cold rain slapped on his skin, and an unnatural blush appeared on his face. His hoarse crying finally stopped, and he lay motionless in the garbage, as if he had fainted.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked up to him.
It was a monk wearing muddy cassocks. He stretched out his hands to pick up the abandoned baby who was suffering from high fever and fainted. His autumn eyes showed no emotion at all, but he still stretched out his hands to protect the abandoned baby from the wind and rain.
Invasion.
He took the abandoned baby all the way through the deserted streets, and finally stopped in front of an iron gate.
He looked up and saw five big characters:
——Hanshan Orphanage.
The fateful monk placed the abandoned baby in his arms in front of the iron gate, bit his fingertips, and gently wrote three words on the worn towel wrapping the abandoned baby.
After doing all this, he turned around and left, his figure submerged in the heavy rain.
"Woof-woof-!"
The sound of dogs barking came from the orphanage. A black dog rushed to the iron gate and barked at the abandoned baby at the door. An old man hurried out of the house carrying a stick.
"What are you calling! Ask me to beat you again!"
The old man threatened the black dog several times and was about to go back to the house when he suddenly glanced at the iron gate and froze in place.
He quickly opened the iron door, took back the abandoned baby wrapped in a towel, looked around the door, and found no one... his brows suddenly furrowed.
"It's raining so hard... Aren't those heartless dogs afraid that the children will freeze to death?"
The old man cursed and quickly touched the child's forehead. Sure enough, it was extremely hot!
He turned around to take the abandoned baby back to the house. At this moment, the old towel fell to the ground. The old man looked down and saw three large bloody characters being washed away by the heavy rain, gradually blurring, and finally following the flowing water.
The rain disappeared into the night.
"Shen Qingzhu?"
The old man remembered those three words and muttered softly.
At the same time, a paradox of cause and effect is connected end to end in nothingness, quietly disappearing without a trace...
…
[Before the Donghuang Bell rings: 58 minutes]
Olympus.
In the temple at the top of the mountain, a rickety and thin figure was leaning on the bed, coughing weakly.
Zeus, the former King of the Gods, now looks like an old man in his dying years. The blood hole in his back has dried up and turned black, and there is only a little residual fire of life barely burning in his body.
"Bea..." he said hoarsely.
"Lord God King." The secondary god Si Xiaonan transformed into respectfully stepped forward.
"How...is it going outside?"
Si Xiaonan opened his mouth, as if he was very confused.
"Tell me!" Zeus glared at her, "What's going on outside?!"
"Reporting back to the God King... I have been inquiring about information on several divine peaks in the past few days. It seems that... you have several heirs who are ready to make a move." Si Xiaonan said helplessly.
Zeus's old eyes flashed, anger welling up in his heart, he snorted, and before he could say anything, he coughed violently.
"Ahem... These white-eyed wolves... I'm not as good as before. They all want to sit on that golden throne... I'm afraid they are already working together to find a way to kill this old bone like me."
Seeing this, Si Xiaonan quickly walked to Zeus and thoughtfully brought him spring water.
"Lord God King, don't be angry, your health is still important... Since you came back, you have been recuperating in this palace and have never seen anyone else. In the past few days, I have followed your instructions and spread the news among the divine peaks that you are about to recover.
The news has been released, and they won’t dare to take any action in a short period of time.”
After hearing these words, Zeus's expression softened a little.
He glanced at Si Xiaonan and said slowly: "You are very smart... Letting you assist me is indeed the right choice."
"It is my honor to serve the King of Gods."
"Now I can't be seen by those guys outside... There are some things that I can only handle on your behalf." Zeus paused for a moment, "Just relying on the news you spread, they may not believe it, I'm afraid they will
If you find a way to enter this forbidden area to test me, you have to stop them for me."
"yes."
Si Xiaonan bowed respectfully to Zeus and slowly exited the forbidden hall.
When the palace door closed, the respect on Si Xiaonan's face suddenly disappeared. She glanced at this magnificent palace and narrowed her eyes slightly.
She still can't tell whether the old fox Zeus is really as fragile as he appears. Even if she has become the closest person to Zeus, she cannot act rashly. Even a sick tiger withered and dying is still a tiger...
…
After a while, she turned around and walked down the mountain.
She picked a relatively flat boulder, lay down on it leisurely, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, but her two ears strangely fell off her head and disappeared into the mountain peaks.
With her ability, except for the forbidden hall where Zeus was, the entire Olympus was within her monitoring range. She listened to all the secrets of this divine kingdom while slowly falling into a deep sleep...
In a trance, she had a dream.
It was an old house. A young man wearing Han Dynasty Confucian clothes was leaning against the wall, holding a chess basket full of white pieces in his hand and looking at her with a smile.
"The God of Trickery, Si Xiaonan." His voice sounded.
Si Xiaonan was in a daze for a moment, and her consciousness suddenly came back to consciousness. She looked at the strange man in front of her with vigilance, frowned and said:
"Invaded my dream? Who are you?"
"My name is Yan Zhong." The scholar took out a jade plaque from his waist, "I used to be a member of the Evil Suppression Department, but now... I'm just a dead soul."
"Secretary of Evil? Are you from Daxia?"
"That's right. It's not easy to find you in the dreams of hundreds of millions of creatures in the world... I can only stay here for a while. Let's make a long story short." Yan Zhong took out a white piece from the chess basket in his hand and handed it to Si Xiaonan.
in hand.
"What is this?" Si Xiaonan asked in confusion.
"This is what Lin Qiye asked me to pass on to you."
"Lin Qiye?"
"In order to avoid causing karma with his past self, he has been sleeping for more than fifty years... I can only use my ability as a medium to transfer these chess pieces to you." Yan Zhong said calmly,
"The bell of the Eastern Emperor rises, the [Covenant] is in time, cause and effect are reversed, and death is restored... You will naturally know the role of this chess piece when the time comes."