Bao Ping has obviously lost much weight this time. It seems that he has lost more than 10 pounds in just one month.
His eyes were obviously sunken, his cheeks were also sunken, and the circles under his eyes were dark, making him look very haggard, but it made those gray eyes even deeper.
Bao Ping didn't say much after he came in. After looking around, he found a place to sit down.
This was the second time he came to Chen Zhi's house. As usual, he first found Chen Zhi's ashtray and placed it in front of him, then took out a cigarette and lit it.
It was already midnight, and the weather was cold after the onset of winter. Chen Zhi was still wearing pajamas and pajamas. He randomly found a fur coat and put it on his body, then sat opposite Bao Ping, waiting for him to speak.
But Bao Ping had no intention of speaking. He just kept smoking, and after finishing one smoke he switched to another, making the whole room smell of cigarette smoke.
When he smoked the third cigarette, he suddenly strangled the cigarette butt and threw it in the ashtray. Then he raised his head and glanced at Chen Zhi with gray eyes. Then he lowered his head again and asked softly:
"later……
What happened next, did you die?"
Bao Ping's voice was very low and deep, as if his vocal cords had been damaged.
Although it was just a few meaningless words, Chen Zhi knew that he was asking Qin Yueyang.
"If we talk about death, it probably doesn't count...",
Chen Zhi then told in detail what happened at that time, including the last scene he saw and the deadline for the seal given to him by Father Time.
During this process, Bao Ping had been listening to Chen Zhi's words silently, without talking to him or expressing any opinions.
When Chen Zhi finished speaking, he lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, and then asked:
"That means there will be another fight one year later, right?"
"Yes!", Chen Zhi nodded gently.
"What do you think now?" Bao Ping asked,
“Do we still have anyone available now?
Descendants of gods are extremely difficult to find, and even if they are found, they may not surrender to us.
Those gods who played with time are gone, and the man named Zhu Lin doesn't seem to want to help us.
If she...",
When Bao Ping said this, he seemed a little awkward. After a pause, he continued,
"If that thing comes out again in a year.
He will find us first. At that time, do you think you can deal with it with your ability?
I know you are a person who is good at calculations. According to your current estimate of your own strength, what are your chances of winning?"
"No chance of winning!",
Chen Zhi's tone was very affirmative. He looked at Bao Ping with a very serious expression.
"Chief, this is why I keep talking to you!
We must face a reality now, and that is the problem of survival.
The gap in strength between us and the Underworld Queen is too huge. This gap is of a nature.
If we look at the level of creatures, they are completely different from us.
It is now sealed in Changbai Mountain, but its anger is increasing day by day. When it finally breaks free, it will lose all humanity and reason.
The things at that time were very terrifying and could not be dealt with by humans or gods."
"Um……",
Bao Ping listened to Chen Zhi's words silently, frowning tightly.
"It turns out that besides your Jiang clan, there are other ways to become a god.
So what level of god is she now?"
"The level is very high, second only to the three ancient gods."
Chen Zhi replied,
“The world of gods is very hierarchical and focuses on lineage.
A real god can defeat thousands or even tens of thousands of descendants of gods. There is no fairness in this kind of competition.
Demigods are very humble in the eyes of gods. In fact, they are not much different from humans!
During this time, I have been thinking about this matter and how to face things one year from now.
In fact, if we think about it carefully, even in the legendary "Feng Shen Yan", Jiang Ziya in the past also relied on the hands of many gods to win the war against King Wu!"
"So you want to consecrate some new gods and bring them under your command to prepare for the decisive battle in a year's time, right?",
Bao Ping raised his head and looked at Chen Zhi.
"Conferring gods is your Jiang clan's specialty, but since Jiang Ziya, no clan leader has been able to confer gods.
Have you mastered the secret of becoming a god?"
"Now it seems that becoming a god is impossible!",
Chen Zhi shook his head gently,
"The ability to become a god requires the special permission of the God Emperor, unless I can return to tens of thousands of years ago and let the ancient Fuxi clan grant me this right!
Otherwise, there is absolutely no possibility of becoming a god..."
"Don't be too discouraged, there is always a way to think of...",
Bao Ping said calmly and calmly,
"We are all people who have seen life and death. Don't take everything too seriously. Just let things happen and work hard.
And even if we fail after a year, the result will be nothing more than death, no big deal!
But I think...",
When Baoping said this, he lit up a cigarette again and knocked on the ashtray.
"The throne of the human world adopts the system of inheritance from father to son!
Successive kings are basically appointed by the superior monarch, or they are appointed as direct descendants.
Of course, I don’t know much about the world of gods, but I think the throne of the world of gods must be followed by someone else. Will there be no successor?
If the God-Emperor did not appoint a successor when he was alive, can this power be passed down naturally? Just like the power of your Jiang family!"
What Bao Ping said suddenly reminded Chen Zhi.
In the past period of time, Chen Zhi has been thinking in a very limited way. He has been circulating fixed logic in his mind and has never thought about this level.
The words Bao Ping said suddenly opened his mind and reminded him again of the melodious sound of the piano in the vast sea of bamboo.
"I need to think about this matter carefully...",
Chen Zhi lowered his head and said silently, then he raised his head and looked at Bao Ping.
"Well... about Mu Hyul, I'm really sorry. I was too careless at the time!"
"No need to mention these anymore...",
Bao Ping waved his hand gently and frowned slightly, indicating that he didn't want to listen anymore.
“There is no need to dwell on things that cannot be changed. There is no need to mention people who have died!
Now we need to be stronger and stop being swayed by feelings.
It was my mistake to go to the underworld this time, which caused heavy losses to the organization. Many people left...
But I will never make this mistake again!",
After Bao Ping finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly he remembered something again and turned around.
"Ji Yang's body is gone, but his knife is brought back.
Xiqi will hold a large funeral for him tomorrow. He will be buried in the mausoleum of the Ji family as the chief martial artist.
Tomorrow, come and see him off for the last time..."