Ellu clutched the cane with her white jade hand, but it was empty. She resisted the urge to squat down and pick up the magic wand again, and asked in her most serious and "cold" voice.
Isn’t it the evil god coming?
He claimed that the mask did not belong to him, but to his...teacher?
Could it be that this mysterious man is a disciple of the evil god?
Many thoughts and speculations emerged from my mind, and I couldn't hold them back.
But speaking of it, Elu sincerely felt that there were too many shadows of the evil god in the other person, the back view just now, the aura of the moment wearing the mask, the smile even though she had never seen the evil god's smile, and... the voice.
I don't know if time has caused memory errors, but Elu always felt that the voice of the person in front of her was very similar to the evil god.
"Probably, it's because he is his disciple...that's why there are so many similarities." She thought.
In the cell, Cheng Lin faced the inquiry and did not answer immediately. He just stretched out his hand like the owner of the room and said, "Please sit down and talk."
With that said, he sat down on the iron punishment chair that smelled faintly of blood.
It seems that this is not a prison filled with terror, but a clean and tidy living room.
Ellu hesitated for a moment, came over, sat down on the chair where Grace was sitting before, and asked a little anxiously: "You call him teacher?"
"That's right," Cheng Lin nodded calmly, stroking the mask in his hand and explaining, "This is my teacher's mask. I came here this time to carry out the teacher's will. He said he wanted me to find you first and then take the mask away."
I show it to you to prove my identity."
After saying this, Cheng Lin looked at Ai Lu.
This is of course a lie.
It was also a more suitable "identity" that he thought about during the short waiting time. In order to facilitate his actions, it would be best to pretend to be the evil god again. Anyway, the aura of the evil god's true body is also similar to his. With many "evidences", he is completely
This could be done, however, he rejected the plan after careful consideration.
Otherwise, it's just because the risk is too high.
Judging from the situation in the Elf Court, it is clear that the timeline of this world has gone back a long time, and the situation is unknown. If you pretend to be an evil god rashly, it is very likely to be exposed.
During the deduction, his procedures were deepened and his combat power had almost no upper limit, so he had no taboos in his actions. However, this was not the case in reality, and he had to consider the possibility of being exposed.
For example, how many of those "old people" who witnessed the evil gods' miracles back then are left?
Is the remaining power of the evil god still enough?
These are things that need to be verified urgently. Therefore, instead of coming as the evil god himself, it is better to pull the tiger's skin, degenerate one generation, describe himself as carrying a token, arrive in this world, and help the teacher get a piece left here.
A student of the world's objects... In this way, there is no risk of being exposed.
Moreover, even if an elf wants to deal with him, he must also consider the gods hidden behind him.
"Gods are like nuclear weapons. They are most powerful when they remain motionless."
…
When Ellu heard this, she did not react immediately. She just looked at the strange white mask in his hand blankly. She was silent for a while and then suddenly said: "Can I... touch the mask?"
After a pause, she explained: "I always want to verify the authenticity."
"Of course." Cheng Lin chuckled and handed the mask over, and Ai Lu carefully took it with both hands. Then, her eyes that had regained their clarity became moist again.
That's it!
That’s what it looks like!
Ellu excitedly and carefully touched the edges of this white mask with the most sensitive fingerprints of her fingertips, cheeks, bridge of nose, empty eye sockets, eyebrows... Naturally, she couldn't tell whether it was true or false. She was just happy to discover that this mask was connected with memory.
The images overlapped perfectly, and just like that, she was already elated, her expression was confused, and her thoughts were wandering.
What kind of emotion is that?
It's hard to describe. If I had to pick out one word from the dictionary, it would probably be "missing".
"Thanks."
After caressing for a long time, Ailu raised her head again. She had recovered from the nostalgia and gained true calmness. She handed the mask back, then stared at Cheng Lin with a complicated expression and asked: "You said you came here to get it for him."
The same item?"
"Yes."
"What item?"
"The Seed of Life." Cheng Lin said the name without any scruples. After a pause, he asked, "Is it still there? After all... it seems that a lot of time has passed."
"Yes! Of course I am! Following God's will, I lead the sacrificial hall and guard it for more than 50,000 days and nights!" Ailu responded decisively, without even a second of hesitation.
More than fifty thousand days and nights...
Cheng Lin subconsciously wanted to calculate how many years had passed. However, the next moment, Ai Lu, who was sitting in front of him, said, "But, I can't give it to you yet."
"Why?"
"Because, just relying on a mask cannot completely prove your identity!" This elf girl who has grown up to be incredibly beautiful has extremely firm eyes at this moment.
"Is that so? How can we prove it?"
"More tokens!"
"good."
Cheng Lin was not angry at all. The elf girl could not hide her emotions in her clear eyes. What she said was exactly what she thought. Being able to guard the seed of life so firmly was an achievement from any angle.
Something to appreciate.
As for the token... Cheng Lin thought for two seconds before he made a decision. He slowly stood up, walked towards the iron door of the interrogation room, slowly closed it, and said at the same time: "There is really another token, which was given by the teacher.
I use it for self-defense, I believe you should be familiar with it."
As his last note fell, the iron door was completely closed, and the room suddenly became dark, with only a light source on the table in the middle providing light.
Under Ai Lu's nervous and expectant gaze, Cheng Lin raised his right hand, stretched out his five fingers, and a palm print on his palm suddenly lit up. In the initial space, the black flag curled into a ball trembled, flew up, and broke through the space.
The barrier appeared in Cheng Lin's hands.
"Wow."
He summoned the black flag, flicked it, and saw the thick black mist spread out, like mist, like a rolling tide, instantly flooding the small room.
In the thick and dark fog, one hundred and eight "ghosts" screamed and flew out, dancing in the small room. They screamed and roared, emitting spiritual fluctuations, and the whole room instantly became ghostly.
gloomy!
Terrible!
Anyone who suddenly falls into this situation will feel fear. However, the elf girl wearing a moon-white robe has her eyes bursting with dazzling light. Her body is trembling, her face is red, and she is confused, as if she has drunk the strongest and most fragrant wine.
, for a moment, it seemed like I was crazy!
Controlling the war spirits to fly in a circle, Cheng Lin lightly clicked the iron shaft of the black flag, and the dark clouds were sucked into the flag again. Not a drop was left. The large cell returned to calm, with only the swaying green fire on the center table showing.
The restlessness just now.
silence.
Still silent.
Putting away the black flag, just when Cheng Lin was about to ask if this was enough, he saw Ailu opening his drunken eyes, looking at him, silent for two seconds, and suddenly bowed down: "Elf Elu,
See the angel!"
…
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In the silent interrogation room, Cheng Lin leisurely sat on the iron chair and looked at Ai Lu standing on the other side of the iron fence.
Things went more smoothly than he expected. Cheng Lin had even prepared the ultimate trick of taking out the kettle and instant noodles if it didn't work, and using the smell of food to awaken Ai Lu's dusty memories.
Fortunately, it's not that troublesome.
The appearance of the war spirit, combined with the mask, Cheng Lin's manner of speaking, and language, it is not difficult to identify the identity of his divine envoy.
After confirming this, the subsequent conversation will be much more efficient.
Ai Lu naturally has too many questions, but Cheng Lin is not ready to answer her now... The main reason is that the environment here is not suitable and things have priorities. The secondary reason is... for some details
, he hasn’t compiled it yet...
"Ahem, so, one hundred and fifty years have passed since the teacher left?"
Cheng Lin coughed and asked.
"Yes, thanks to God's salvation, the tribe has gradually recovered some of its vitality over the past hundred years." Ellu nodded respectfully.
This scene seems to have returned to the deduction, back to "back then".
Cheng Lin tried hard to restrain himself from sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, or holding his chin and tapping the armrests of the chair, etc. His eyes flickered.
One hundred and fifty years, even though he was mentally prepared, when he heard this number, he couldn't help but sigh.
Compared with human lifespan, this number seems a bit long.
According to the history of the earth, push forward one hundred and fifty years.
That year Mendeleev had just created the periodic table of elements, ushering in a new era of chemistry.
That year the world-famous Suez Grand Canal was completed and opened to navigation.
That year, Chamberlain and Mahatma Gandhi, the future prime ministers who would rule the empire on which the sun never set, were born.
that year……
In Cheng Lin's view, one hundred and fifty years is already an extremely long history, but to the elves, it is just a period of rebuilding. Elufang grew from an ignorant girl to the blooming flower in front of her.
"Races with different life spans probably have different perceptions of time."
Cheng Lin couldn't help but sigh, and then he joked:
"When I came here, the teacher mentioned you and said that back then you were still a cute and ignorant weak elf who fainted when seeing blood. Now you look like... you have changed a lot. Well, it's just your magic level. It doesn't look like you have improved.
Very big.”
He closed his hazy eyes and smiled.
When the chief priest of the sacrificial hall heard this, a blush appeared on his beautiful face. He probably didn't expect that the evil god would still remember this little thing about his fainting of blood. It was really... so shameful...
"Due to their physical constitution, it is always difficult and slow for elves to practice magic..." she retorted unconvinced.
This is true, elves have a long lifespan, so their physiques are very different from humans.
To give the simplest example, it's like reproduction. Unlike humans, a strange race that can give birth throughout the year, the reproduction of the elves often takes a few decades.
The menstrual period of human women lasts for 2-7 days, while the menstrual period of elven women... lasts for decades!
Just asking you, is it scary?
Scary or not?
Correspondingly, there are also differences in cultivation.
But looking at Ai Lu's appearance this time, no matter how you look at it, it seems that she is looking for reasons for herself...