Zhang Yuanqing stood there with a stiff face. His first reaction was that he was hearing hallucinations. The whispers in his ears were not real, but that he was affected by some kind of force and had auditory hallucinations.
After all, it is impossible for outsiders to know his father's name, so the most likely possibility is that the whisper in his ears originated from his heart.
But why is it my father's name? If it is a power similar to illusion that affects me, it must be what I long for most in my heart. I do not long for father's love, and I only have a vague impression of my father who has been dead for many years.
When Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled, Fu Qingyang in front noticed something unusual about him, and his tone was extremely serious, saying:
"Don't stop, go!"
The centurion's voice contained convincing power. Zhang Yuanqing's mind cleared and distracting thoughts disappeared.
He held his breath and concentrated, ignoring the whispers in his ears, and strode towards the zoo gate following the figure in the white suit.
"Zhang Zizhen, you are leaving again, you treacherous villain"
The whispers in my ears were suddenly shrill and plaintive, like a resentful woman who had been abandoned.
Zhang Yuanqing tensed up his nerves, silently recited "My heart is as clear as ice and I won't be surprised if the sky falls", quickened his pace, and finally followed Fu Qingyang out of the zoo gate.
Suddenly, the whisper in my ears disappeared.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stop or look back. He went straight to the luxury car and waited until the car started and drove far away before he dared to look back.
It was dark, and the outline of the zoo was looming in the darkness, making it quiet and eerie.
"call!"
Zhang Yuanqing let out a sigh of relief and thought to himself that Elder Dog's zoo is too evil, right?
Fu Qingyang sat on the large soft chair, his eyes were a little surprised and a little solemn, and he said:
"What did you hear?"
Zhang Yuanqing spoke up, "A name that shouldn't be mentioned, Centurion. I suspect that I have been under an illusion. I just don't know who cast an illusion on me."
Fu Qingyang rolled up his half-smoked cigar, lit it himself, blew out the thick white smoke, and said:
"The basis of illusion is to detonate emotions and target the weakest points of the human heart. Is that name you heard a flaw in your soul?"
The core ability of the illusionist is actually to attract and tease the target's emotions, and to be able to see the target's inner weaknesses at a glance. Therefore, the saint-level illusionist (dream master) is also called the inner demon.
Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze for a moment and he slowly shook his head.
Fu Qingyang puffed out white smoke: "Then it's not an illusion."
It wasn't an illusion. Zhang Yuanqing's doubts were verified, but he was not happy at all. He said in a low voice:
"If the voice I heard was not an illusion, then who was talking to me? Could it be that there were zoo staff or some animals hidden around just now?"
Fu Qingyang denied him again: "No, there was nothing around just now."
This is a scout's judgment.
Zhang Yuanqing fell into silence. Fu Qingyang took a long puff of cigar, strong in his lungs, exhaled dense white smoke, and said:
"Excluding the staff and animals, and then excluding the dog elders, it is actually very obvious who is speaking."
He looked at Zhang Yuanqing and his tone was unusually low:
"Zoos are rules-based props, props with self-awareness."
Speaking of this, it is impossible for Zhang Yuanqing not to understand.
What was whispering in my ear was "the zoo" itself? Does it know my dad?
My dad is.?!
Zhang Yuanqing lowered his head to hide his slightly distorted expression.
This conclusion shocked him so much that it was difficult to accept it for a while.
If my dad was, then he didn't die in a car accident that year. How could he die in such a miserable state? The zoo knew him. He had a relationship with the zoo during his lifetime, and he might have been the previous owner of this regular prop?
Then his level must be very high. When the zoo whispered in my ear, it obviously thought that I was my father. It recognized the wrong person? How did it judge that I was Zhang Zizhen?
Appearance? Breath? Bloodline? Character card?
The first thing to rule out is appearance. My father and I cannot look exactly the same. The character card belongs to the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord and my father are not from the same period. Are they of the same blood?
The zoo is a prop for the wood demon profession. The wood demon palm reproduces and has life-related abilities. It is reasonable to kill people with their blood.
Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts became clearer and clearer. At the same time, he thought about the headache that he couldn't identify. After meeting Mr. Bill, he realized that the cause was a trauma to his soul.
But the problem is that he is an ordinary person, and his world and his world are two parallel lines that do not intersect. How could He De suffer such an injury?
Now he understands.
Although the cause of the injury is still unknown, it at least shows that he is not unrelated to the spiritual world. There is a person in his family background.
What about my mother, she too?
Zhang Yuanqing recalled how her mother was anxious and helpless when she had a sudden illness. If she had been, she would not have acted so anxious and panicked.
But she quickly found pills for me to heal my soul trauma, which shows that she has a way. Therefore, although she is not, she knows about its existence and even made some connections.
Zhang Yuanqing pieced together the context of the incident bit by bit by connecting details.
In addition, he suddenly thought, as the current owner of the zoo, would Elder Dog have anything to do with his father?
"Centurion!" Zhang Yuanqing recovered his thoughts, "How did Elder Dog get this rule-type item? Is there one rule-type item per person in the Dominion?"
Fu Qingyang flicked the ashes of his cigar and always answered questions from his close subordinates:
"I can't check the elder's information. As for the average person, there is only one such thing."
Fu Qingyang glanced at him.
Zhang Yuanqing found the answer from the centurion's plain but not mediocre king's contempt.
The luxury car continued to drive, and halfway through, Zhang Yuanqing sent a message to Xiao Green Tea, asking the Master of the Palace of Killing to meet at the same place.
Then he asked Fu Qingyang for a cigar, but he didn't smoke it. He held it in his hand and stared blankly until the cigar was almost extinguished before he took a puff.
On the street at four o'clock in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing was wearing a mask and a cap, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in silence.
Across the street from the Sheriff's Department, the door of the cafe is open, and bright lights shine on the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it the only open store on this street.
Zhang Yuanqing opened the door of the cafe with ease and saw the beautiful figure in a red dress standing at the front desk.
She concentrated on making coffee and said softly:
"Go sit aside and wait for me for a few minutes."
Zhang Yuanqing muttered as these words sounded so familiar, and he randomly picked a table and sat down.
Not long after, the Mistress of the Killing Palace came over with two cups of coffee. She put the coffee on the table, held her chin up, stared at it, and said with a smile:
"You are looking for me more and more frequently. Do you miss me?"
Why does she always like to tease me? Zhang Yuanqing picked up the cup, took a sip of coffee, and suddenly frowned.
"Pure coffee?" He hated drinking pure coffee the most because it was bitter and sour.
The Master of the Killing Palace showed a sly smile.
Zhang Yuanqing sighed and said:
"Palace Master, you are like the cup of coffee I drink."
"What do you mean?" The Master of the Killing Palace turned his eyes and said with a smile: "Although it is bitter, it is full of attraction?"
"No, it's neither sweet nor milky!"
After Zhang Yuanqing finished laying the groundwork, he made hurtful remarks and took the opportunity to retaliate.
The raised corners of the Killing Palace Master's mouth suddenly froze, and the eyes under the mask stared at him.
Zhang Yuanqing changed the topic and said in a deep voice:
"I went to see the devil's eye tonight. Elder Dog asked him about the inside story of the Chu family's extermination case, and he met me by name."
He has the confidence to dare to commit suicide and ridicule crazy critics.
Sure enough, the Master of the Killing Palace immediately forgot about the coffee, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his body leaned forward sharply, his bright eyes stared at Zhang Yuanqing, and said:
"What's the catch?"
Zhang Yuanqing rarely saw her lose her composure and said seriously:
"The ones who took the lead in destroying the Chu family were the Ghost Sword King and the Extermination King. Shura personally gave the order."
"Shura." The master of the Killing Palace thought for a moment and slowly shook his head: "The Chu family and Bishop Bing are in the south and north. There is no grudge or grudge. If the camps are just in opposition, it is not enough for Shura to personally issue the order to massacre the Chu family."
Zhang Yuanqing immediately relayed what the Demon Eye King said.
The Master of the Killing Palace was like a sculpture. He did not move for a long time. After a while, he whispered:
"I see."
She raised her eyes and looked at Zhang Yuanqing, with strange emotions flashing in her eyes, and said softly:
"Thank you, you have solved the knot for me that I have been feeling for many years."
The reason why the Chu family was exterminated has always been a knot that she could not untie in her heart. After more than twenty years, she finally understood the cause and effect.
Zhang Yuanqing said:
"If the palace lord wants to seek revenge from Night Rose, he must know who the enemy is. Do you understand the properties of that rule-based item?"
The Master of the Killing Palace held up the tea cup, pressed her red lips against the rim of the white cup, took a small sip, put down the tea cup, and recalled:
"I haven't personally checked the properties of that item, but the tribesmen who took me to Songhai told me that that item can bring the dead back to life. Whether the soul is annihilated or the body is shattered into pieces, it can be resurrected.
"Its name is the 'Womb of the Mother Goddess', and it is one of the top rules-based props in the musician profession. To use it, two conditions must be met. First, the blood of the resurrected person must be prepared in advance. It must be full of active blood. The weight of it must be
There are also requirements, and it’s not just a drop of blood, but I don’t know how much is required.”
"Two, a descendant of the resurrected person or a loved one is required as a sacrifice, in exchange for equal value."
"As long as these two conditions are met and the prop rules are triggered, the resurrected person can be reborn from the 'Womb of the Mother Goddess', and no one can stop it, including the spiritual realm."
"It also has a limitation. Once it is resurrected from the 'womb of the Mother Goddess,' it can never be used. A person only has one chance, just like no one can return to the mother's belly and do it again."
Zhang Yuanqing listened silently and said:
“What does active blood mean?”
The Master of the Killing Palace explained:
"After death, you will return to the spiritual realm, which means that all abilities are taken back by the spiritual realm. Therefore, the blood before life and after death are different. The blood after death cannot resurrect the physical body.
"The blood that is full of activity, you can understand, must be the blood before death."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Based on the rules for using props, it can be inferred that the leader of Dark Night Rose has anticipated his own death, so he has made arrangements in advance."
"This is inevitable." The Master of the Killing Palace frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"
Zhang Yuanqing talked eloquently:
"From the prophecy of the Bright Compass, it is not difficult for us to know that Shura chose to invest in the leader of Dark Night Rose, and that was twenty-one years ago.
"The leader of the Dark Night Rose at that time must have a certain level and status in the world. It is impossible for Shura to invest in rotten fish and shrimps. Then, we only need to find out which famous people were famous twenty or even thirty years ago.
With the level of Night God, can we lock the identity of the leader of Dark Night Rose through the elimination method?"
The Killing Palace Master's eyes suddenly lit up, and he added in a rather excited tone:
"Taiyi Sect is the largest night-wandering god organization in the world. Whether it is private or official, as long as it is a gifted night-wandering god, they will definitely notice it and register it.
"Through this line, we can further lock in the identity of the leader of Dark Night Rose."
She suddenly frowned: "It's just that although the Taiyi Sect and the Five Elements Alliance are both official organizations, they are not of the same mind. If you go to investigate this matter through the Five Elements Alliance, they will notice it."
When the time comes, Taiyimen may just give some worthless information and then investigate it secretly.
This made a wedding dress for someone.
Of course, it's okay for Taiyi Sect to investigate, but most likely they won't disclose the information to them.
Unless you can develop a downline in Taiyi Sect! Zhang Yuanqing didn’t have any good ideas for a while, and said:
"This matter will be discussed in the long run."
The Master of the Killing Stop Palace nodded slightly: "The most important thing for you now is the arena competition, you don't need to focus on these places."
After a pause, she suddenly asked:
"The Demon Eye King must have a purpose when he sees you. You didn't say it just now."
Zhang Yuanqing avoided looking at her.
Palace Master Zhisha's heart sank, he frowned and said, "Say!"
Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly:
"He did have a purpose when he saw me. He put a curse on me, and he cursed me to become like him. Elder Dog checked my body afterwards, but couldn't find out where the curse was hidden."
As soon as he finished speaking, his shoulders were held down by the Palace Master of Killing. Immediately, his skin felt tingling. Looking sideways, he saw countless squirming red threads crawling out of the Palace Master's small white hands, worming their way into his body like parasites.
After a while, the red line retracted into the main body of the palace. She released her palm and gritted her teeth:
"Sure enough, I can't find anything unusual about this evil eye. Death is not a pity. You shouldn't see him."
Zhang Yuanqing looked solemn: "This is a matter of concern to the Palace Master. I think the risk is worth it."
The Master of the Killing Palace was stunned for a moment.
Seeing her in a daze, Zhang Yuanqing stopped and stood up and said:
"Don't worry about the curse, just take it one step at a time. Palace Master, I'm leaving first."
Without waiting for her response, Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the cafe.
After walking a certain distance, he looked back and found that the lights in the cafe were still on. Unlike the previous times, the lights in the cafe were turned off as soon as he left.
"The last wave of operations was okay. It took credit but stopped in moderation. She was left to savor it slowly. Although Lingjun is garbage, his methods of dealing with women are indeed superb."
"I can clearly feel that her attitude towards me has changed for the better."
Zhang Yuanqing gradually moved away.
At nine o'clock the next day, he opened the official forum on time and checked the news.
Youfeng Laiyi was right. Today’s group competition was indeed cancelled. The official posted a notice on the forum:
#Due to recent adjustments to the event, today’s arena match is canceled#
It seems that the headquarters is really planning to adjust the competition mode. Zhang Yuanqing is not worried but happy. For him, this is a good thing.
He didn't dare to talk about a one-on-one fight, but when it came to dungeons, Zhang Yuanqing was still very confident.
[Bai Long: I heard from Yuan Ting that the official plan is to throw the top eight players into the dungeon. We are currently discussing what difficulty level the dungeon is suitable for. 】
[Please call me Queen: Ah, I heard it yesterday, but I’m not sure. Even the loudspeaker of Taiyi Sect said so, so it’s probably true. Now, Yuanshi Tianzun will definitely win the first place.]
[Lai Ri Fang Chang: @Please call me queen, do you think there is a possibility that the other seven contestants will join forces and eliminate Yuanshi Tianzun first. 】
This person from the future always badmouths me, but every time he says something, there is some truth to it. The players who can reach the top eight are all smart people. The dungeon is not an arena competition. It is impossible to expect them to be fair and impartial. I really have to be careful.
one time.
Zhang Yuanqing checked the comments for a while and then exited the forum. Since he didn't have to play in the group arena today, he would find something to do.
He hesitated for a long time between the two options of finding Madoka and finding his mother.
If my father is true, then she has hid a lot of things from me, which is understandable. After all, the existence of her is a supernatural phenomenon, which is difficult to explain in itself.
Besides, I was an ordinary college student before, so what’s the point of saying that?
If I tell her that I have become one, she might confess to me the past and tell me how I got the headache.
It's best to wait for her to talk to her in person after she returns to China. If she doesn't have a pleasant conversation on the phone and just hangs up, I won't be able to do anything to her. Moreover, in person, I can observe her with the help of my clairvoyant glasses. Zhang Yuanqing chose to go see her.
Madoka.
Follow the advice given by the life coach, while strengthening the relationship with Aunt Xiao Yuan, and at the same time understand what kind of trouble she encountered.
Wuhen Hotel, strong cold wind blows.
Madoka stood straight at the front desk, her bright face expressionless and cold, without any warm smile to greet her.
In one morning, the hotel only welcomed two groups of guests, one of which had hourly rooms.
Business is quite bleak.
There are two major considerations when choosing a hotel location: one is the nature of the business district where the location is located, and the other is transportation convenience.
Airports, high-speed rail stations, tourist attractions, business centers, schools, etc., all fit the above two categories.
Wuhen Hotel is a small hotel located in the suburbs. It is positioned for middle- and low-income guests. In the past few years, there were several factories nearby. If there are factories, there will be traffic.
Business is pretty good.
Since last year, the economic environment has been sluggish, and several nearby factories have closed down one after another, making the surrounding area suddenly deserted.
With nothing to do, Madoka picked up her phone, clicked on Yuanshi Tianzun's profile picture, and entered the message:
"Who is the opponent you matched today?"
She thought for a while, deleted the message, and turned off her phone with an expressionless face.
At this time, the glass door of the hotel was pushed open, but there was no one at the door.