Chapter 1637 Inheritance (for the Silver Alliance 9/100)
Ouyang Branch, in the hall.
Ouyang Chili was chatting with Zhuge Zhao without saying a word, while Huangfu Lingyun was stunned with a small jar.
Until a figure walked in from the door, Zhuge Zheng arrived much earlier than everyone expected.
At this moment, he was wearing the mask of Guangmu Tian, and no one could detect what kind of mood he was in now.
He only heard him coldly say to Zhuge Zhao: "You want to see me, I'm here."
Zhuge Zhao looked at Ouyang Chili and said, "Master Ouyang, please arrange a room for us. I need to talk to him in private."
Ouyang Chili did not answer immediately, but asked Zhuge Zheng's opinion with his eyes. After seeing Zhuge Zheng nodding, he asked Ouyang Mu, who had always been like a backdrop, to lead the two of them away.
Huangfu Lingyun played with the small jar in his hand and asked, "Aren't you worried that Zhuge Zhao will do something irrational?"
Ouyang Chili shook his head slightly and chuckled: "I hope he won't be too rational, but it's a pity that this old fox really has a way with Ming Zhebao.
Moreover, with the current power of the Human World Association, most major forces would not dare to take the initiative to provoke it.
And Zhuge Zheng is not that easy to deal with. Do you think Duo Wentian, one of our four guardians, is just a free man?
In order to ensure their safety, people with such strength as Guangmu Tian and Chi Guotian usually carry countless strange and strange devices with them.
If a fight really breaks out, Zhuge Zheng might be the one to kill Zhuge Zhao.
By the way, I saw you were staring at this little jar just now, did you notice something?"
Huangfu Lingyun nodded: "Of the nine known souls so far, seven souls are from the seven major families, and the remaining two souls are suspected to have been taken away by the Moon God of the Ten Thousand Immortals Pavilion.
Dongfang Shuang, the soul-splitting jinchuriki of the Eastern family, faked his death through a martial arts competition to find a bride, and his whereabouts are still unknown.
The whereabouts of the Murong family's souls cannot be confirmed at present. According to your previous speculation, they may also be in the hands of the Moon God.
Shangguan Wumeng, the soul-splitting Jinchuuriki of the Shangguan family, established the Ancient Willow Sect and is now joining forces with the Leiyun Palace to enter into a stalemate with the Dameng Dynasty.
I, the soul-devourer of the Huangfu family, have already eaten the souls of your Ouyang family. After eating the souls of the Zhuge family, I have taken away three of the nine souls.
It stands to reason that as the Xiangliu split souls continue to grow, they will attract each other, but I can only sense the location of the Ximen family split souls.
This also means that if those separated souls improve their strength in their own way, the next thing may not be so smooth."
After saying this, Huangfu Lingyun crushed the small jar, and the hexagram cards inside had already been turned into pieces.
Ouyang Chili raised his eyebrows: "Have you already absorbed this soul?"
Huangfu Lingyun nodded, but sighed and said: "This split soul has almost been destroyed by the Zhuge family, and the most valuable among them are some vague memories.
But in order to prevent the impact of these memories from affecting me, I can only temporarily seal them.
Next, I will retreat for a period of time, wait until everything is digested, and then go to Ximen Family and his party.
And this surge in power also requires me to get used to it."
Ouyang Chili waved the Suzaku feather fan in his hand gently and agreed: "It seems that you have not been blinded by the power that has increased too quickly. You might as well stop for a moment."
By the way, I went to the medical hall to check my body carefully. After all, Xiang Liu was the great sage of the demon clan, so it was inevitable that he would arrange some back-up tactics.
Of course, according to my assumptions, this possibility is not high, at least the three souls you currently control do not have this chance."
Then the two started chatting until half an hour later, Zhuge Zheng walked into the hall step by step and said in a deep voice: "Zhuge Zhao is dead. From today on, I am the head of the Zhuge family."
Huangfu Lingyun and Ouyang Chili looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. They thought they knew Zhuge Zheng relatively well, since Zhuge Zheng's father was forced to commit suicide by the Zhuge family for unreasonable reasons.
Zhuge Zheng hated the Zhuge family very much. Even if Zhuge Zhao died, they were not surprised. However, it was a bit outrageous for Zhuge Zheng to become the head of the Zhuge family.
Zhuge Zheng had no intention of explaining, but looked at the gradually darkening sky, with a trace of struggle in his eyes.
Half an hour ago.
Zhuge Zheng looked at Zhuge Zhao coldly: "What do you want to tell me? To resolve the grievances between me and the Zhuge family? Fathers and mothers are sworn enemies. I advise you to give up this idea."
Zhuge Zhao shook his head, and suddenly some mysterious characters were carved in his hand, and a strange light flashed across his eyes.
At this moment, Zhuge Zheng's whole body was unable to move. He was just about to use his spiritual power to activate the protective mechanism, but he realized that what Zhuge Zhao did was not to harm him, but to instill a special kind of skill.
Zhuge Zhao opened his mouth and said: "Although the "Wen Tian Shen Jue" is known as a magical secret that can give a glimpse of the future, it is a curse to my Zhuge family.
You are a smart person, a rare talent that comes once in a hundred years from our Zhuge family. However, the smarter a person is, the more confident they are in themselves, and they think that they can really change the future.
You are like this, and so am I.
Next, I will pass on to you all my insights into "The Art of Asking the Gods", and you can also see some indescribable experiences!
Your father's death requires someone to bear this hatred. As for me, I have lived long enough and am tired enough..."
Zhuge Zheng's expression was still as cold as ever: "You think you can make me forgive the Zhuge family just by virtue of your own death!
Do you know that what I really hate is the stubborn tradition of the Zhuge family. It is expected that the Zhuge family will have a catastrophe, and then inexplicably let a member of the clan commit suicide to resolve the disaster.
It’s just…it’s absolutely ridiculous!”
"So, it's up to you to change it. Before I come here again, I have calculated my fate and informed the elders in the sect that you, Zhuge Zheng, will be the next head of my Zhuge family!
The future of the Zhuge family is all in your hands. Even if you let this family disappear, it doesn't matter. You can use any means to vent your hatred!
Because you, Zhuge Zheng, as the head of the Zhuge Family, can decide whether he lives or dies with just one word!"
Speaking of this, Zhuge Zhao showed a smile. He seemed to have seen something, and the next second it turned into a dust and dissipated in the sky.
As for Zhuge Zheng, he stared at this scene with blank eyes. At the same time, some mixed memories were constantly impacting his mental sea.
Those were the Zhuge family's efforts time and time again to change the future, but in the end they always led to worse results.
More dead clan members, inexplicable natural disasters, and each head of the Zhuge family who kept using their own lives to offset their mistakes could barely make up for their mistakes.
This is the true inheritance of the Zhuge family, an indescribable past...