The old gods are whispering

Chapter 82 The Holy One of the Judgment Chamber

On the highway near dusk, Gu Jianlin sat by the fence and watched the sunset in the distance.

This highway is so empty, like his barren heart.It took a long time before a car roared past him, and the shattered hair on his forehead was lifted by the wind, revealing those black and white pupils.

The dim yellow twilight was reflected in his pupils, like a sparkling sea.

So this is ah.

Gu Jianlin smiled silently.

He knew that many people's own impressions were indifference, facial paralysis, and the like.

But he himself knew how sensitive and slender he was when he was a child.

Gu Jianlin's happiest time was before he was six years old. At that time, the relationship between his parents was still very harmonious, and they would take him to swim in the beach on weekends. Although he once saw someone defecating in the sea, he never I haven't been in the water, but it's still interesting to watch my parents splashing in the water.

At that time, the three of them were sitting on the beach, enjoying the sea breeze and basking in the sun.

All troubles seem to be taken away by the sound of the tide.

Later, my father became more and more busy, and my mother complained more and more.

Most of the time, he was alone in the empty room, watching the time go by.

Occasionally look forward to the sound of the key turning until I fall asleep.

Later, it was the Civil Affairs Bureau where the torrential rain was pouring that day, and the former husband and wife parted ways.

Gu Jianlin didn't cry or make trouble, because he knew that such a day would come.

In the later time, he was always alone and did not communicate with anyone. His only entertainment was surfing the Internet.

Going out for exercise is riding a bicycle, pedaling into the wind in the dark.

I don't know where I'm going, I just run towards an unknown distance, the farther the better.

Few people know that he still has four months to grow up, but he has never even been to a movie theater or KTV, because no one took him there, and he himself didn't want to go.

But looking back now, maybe his life was not what he imagined.

At least, after his mother divorced, she was still thinking about him.

Text messages on the mobile phone every day, waiting for his woman at the school gate after school.

Mom likes to attend his parent-teacher conferences the most, because his grades are very good.

As a parent, Bel has face.

And in the places he couldn't see, in those corners shrouded in shadows.

Dad was always looking at him from a distance, maybe smiling, but never approaching.

When he was playing games at home.

as he rides along the coastline.

When he was alone in the rainstorm.

The man was watching from a distance, watching his son grow up day by day.

Then turn around and walk into the darkness to fight against fate.

People in their 40s will be lonely, right?
Before Gu Jianlin entered the extraordinary world, when he thought of his father, he complained more.

And now, if he could meet again, he would say sorry.

One more word...thank you.

"The ancestor of the ghost car, is it amazing?"

Gu Jianlin lightly tightened his palms, looked towards the sky, and said softly, "You are just... the ancestor."

He closed his eyes, and his breath seemed to blend into the world, which coincided with the laws of nature.

A depleted spirit is like spring on a dead tree.

In the depths of consciousness, there seemed to be the sound of a raging tide, as if it was about to set off a huge wave.

The priest boy in his mind opened his eyes.

The black unicorn in the depths of the darkness suddenly raised a line of golden vertical pupils.

The dry spirituality spread like a tide, nourishing the dry earth.

Under the dim sunset, the lonely shadow was elongated by the setting sun and spread to the toll booth behind.

The shops at the toll booth were replaced by grocery stores, and the old man was still lying on the wooden chair basking in the sun, breathing long.

"No wonder you asked me to take him to see these. It turned out that you wanted him to take this opportunity to experience the breathing technique."

Jing Ci put his hands in his pockets and looked at the boy's back: "At his age, life has just begun, and it's normal to not be able to calm down. Therefore, sadness is the best help, and it can make him forget himself completely."

Huaiyin lay on the wooden chair without raising her eyes: "Educating different people requires different methods."

Jing Ji suddenly said: "For a person as conceited as him, would this blow be too great? Gu Ci'an could have survived, but died because of him. From now on, how much will he bear?"

Huaiyin was not worried at all, but said lightly: "What doesn't crush him, only makes him strong."

Jing Ci looked at the boy's back: "May I ask?"

Huaiyin hummed.

Jing Ci walked behind the young man and asked with a smile, "How do you feel? Now you have initially mastered the rhythm of the breathing technique, which is much faster than I was back then, similar to the teacher."

He said meaningfully: "The biggest effect of breathing technique is spirituality. This is related to an ancient secret, that is why the ancient gods migrated to the earth, and why they wanted to transform the earth into a The environment of the ancient gods. Apart from the breath of the ancient gods needed for the deification of the ancient gods...spirituality is the key."

Gu Jianlin closed his eyes and felt the mysterious rhythm of breathing, as if the sky and the earth were pulsating with his breath, and he felt the vitality of all things, as if he would merge into nature at any time.

"Like Teacher, the reason why a natural disaster dubbed a king, can fight against the ancient gods in the real world, and even wrestle with them in the ancient god world, is the breathing technique."

Jing Ci smiled and said: "The position of breathing technique among human beings is like the position of ancient divine language among ancient gods. The natural disasters use breathing technique to fight against ancient divine language. This is a unique instinct that can feel the breath. People with rhythm can naturally blend into nature. What you can’t feel is just ordinary breathing.”

"For those who are not very talented, it may take ten years to get into the samadhi after initially feeling the rhythm. And most people, it takes one year to realize it. For geniuses, it takes three months."

"And it's 20 days for me, and [-] days for the teacher."

Gu Jianlin's breath was long and deep, and his breath seemed to blend into the wind, flowing between heaven and earth.

"You can probably feel how long it will take."

Jing Ci asked calmly: "How is it? How long will it take?"

Gu Jianlin took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said calmly:

"ten……"

Jing Ci was quite surprised, narrowing his eyes: "Ten days?"

Gu Jianlin continued: "Nine, eight, seven..."

Jing Ci was astonished, and for the first time showed an absurd and bewildered expression, and took a deep look at the boy.

"six."

"five."

"Four."

Gu Jianlin sat motionless on the fence. At this moment, the setting sun sank into the horizon, and darkness filled the air like a tide.

A strong wind suddenly blew up on the highway, and countless leaves rustled.

Flying sand and stone.

Jing Ci took half a step back and took a deep look at the young man.

Huai Yin suddenly opened his eyes, straightened his back silently, a strange light flashed in his vicissitudes of life pupils.

"three."

"two."

"one."

Gu Jianlin paused every word, and there seemed to be a thunderous roar in his mind.

The sound of the tide is monstrous, and the waves hit the sky.

·
·
There is an extremely luxurious independent villa area on Yanshan Road, just next to the coastline full of reefs. The waves wash against the golden sandy beach, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun.

It was also like the last trace of decency of the Yan family.

Fengcheng is a first-tier city, and the housing prices are not as outrageous as those in the capital or Shanghai, but since the Qilin Fairy Palace came to reality, the prices of these villas near the sea have started to skyrocket.

Although on the usual rental and sales platform, the price does not seem to have changed.

But in fact, the houses here are no longer something that can be bought with money.

Because the closer it is to the Asgard, the more likely it is to become an awakened person, and from then on, it will be transcendent and become a sublimator.

Five years ago, the Yan family bought six villas in this area from the association at a price of [-] million yuan and with a lot of extraordinary resources. The purpose was to cultivate their family's descendants and strengthen their power.

In the past few years, the Yan family has been in the limelight, and there are almost a constant stream of visitors every day.

Now there are only a few fallen leaves withered, deserted and lonely in the dim twilight.

Snapped.

A loud slap.

The charming woman was beaten onto the delicate and soft sofa, and half of her face quickly turned red and swollen.

With an angry cry, she yelled: "You hit me! Good Yan Wu! How dare you rape me domestically! I was really blind to marry into your Yan family! You ungrateful man! Go to hell!" Bar!"

"To shut up!"

Yan Wu's eyes were red, like a mad bull, and he shouted angrily: "I hit you? I hit you! It's better to hit you than to kill you! Tell me what you did? Huh? You actually sent someone Are you crazy to spy on Gu Ci'an's son? Do you know who is behind him? I'm saving your life!"

Mrs. Yan didn't appreciate it at all, and cursed: "You trash, you can't even keep your son, my two precious sons are dead! My niece Ziqing has also been polluted! You just watch, you don't care about anything!" Don't do it! You are also a fifth-order realm king, tell me what is the use of you?"

Snapped!
Another slap.

The left half of Mrs. Yan's face was also red and swollen.

"I'm useless? You still have the face to call me useless? You stupid woman! Go to hell!"

Yan Wu said violently: "Come on, I won't stop you! Go, anyway, you are also a fourth-rank celestial master. If you have the ability, you can go to Gu Ci'an's son to take revenge. I'll see how you die! Then he Damn it's the King of Blue! The King of Blue! That's a natural disaster! In the winter of 1899, the brothers, the Blue King and the Red King, almost wiped out the association! This is a natural disaster!"

"Do you know what this concept is? It's the useless father you show off to me every day, who doesn't even deserve to lift shoes in front of others! Don't talk about the king of green, do you know who his big apprentice is?"

He almost growled and said, "That's Jing Ci, code-named Devil, who can be promoted to the ninth-level demigod realm at any time!"

"Look at his dignified and gentle appearance, don't you think he's very kind and easy to talk to? Let me tell you, the heart he took out might not be able to circle Fengcheng for half a circle!"

With the last sentence, Yan Wu's voice trembled.

Mrs. Yan was stunned.

"You go, you go to take revenge, I won't stop you!"

Yan Wu pointed at his wife angrily: "You say I'm a waste, so come here? You call your father? You think I don't want to avenge Yan Ye and Yan Feng? Do you think I don't want to?"

"Look at what the Yan family has become now. Our house is about to be reclaimed. No one wants to associate with us. We have been kicked out of the extraordinary system of the association! This is not bad, Chen Bojun hasn't come yet Find me to settle accounts! Now I beg my grandpa to sue my grandma everywhere, but no one wants to talk to me!"

He roared angrily: "When you are good, everyone comes to curry favor with you. When you are down, others look at you like a piece of shit! You think you are Mrs. Yan? You are not even a fart !"

Madam Yan's expression froze.

"Let me tell you, the Yan family is almost finished now, and it will soon become a wild sublimator family. Even our driver has resigned. Are you still screaming? What's the use?"

Yan Wu scolded with a cold face: "I warn you, don't make those small tricks behind your back. I will remember my son's hatred, but the top priority now is to keep Yan's family! Hurry up and take back all the people from your natal family. Go! This is not how you seek death!"

After finishing speaking, he shook his hands and left angrily: "The trial court will not let it go, so please be honest with me."

On the sofa, Madam Yan's eyes were red, and her hands holding the phone were trembling.

The expression twisted inch by inch, and became a little ferocious.

"That's my son, my son is dead, my son is dead..."

She muttered to herself: "My son is so noble, why are those unclean people still alive? It's not fair, it's not fair, I want revenge. I don't care, I must take revenge."

Madam Yan seemed to have made up her mind, she opened WeChat and began to search for her best friend's chat history.

Although they claim to be the nobles of Fengcheng, they still have a lot of entertainment in private. For example, when they went to the male public relations club together occasionally, they once met a well-connected person who went on the black market.

The man is said to have a relationship with a group of fallen people, and also knows a very strong killer.

I heard that the killer has been active since half a year ago, and he hasn't missed even one shot so far.

Mrs. Yan will not listen to her husband's nonsense.

A man's mouth, a liar.

She must avenge her son.

Whether it's paying a lot of money to ask the fallen to help, or contacting her family's contacts.

found it.

Madam Yan looked at the name in the chat record and licked her lips.

--Butcher.

　There is still a chapter, try to get it done a little earlier.

　
(End of this chapter)