The old gods are whispering

Chapter 92

Crack, the sensor lights in the corridor turned on.

"Aren't Mom and Uncle Su at home?"

When Gu Jianlin came in, he saw that it was dark behind the courtyard window, obviously no one was at home.

Su Youzhu hummed lightly, and took out the key: "Dad has been very busy these days, and it seems that something happened in the company. Mom went to accompany grandma in the hospital, and she will be back in the middle of the night. I will visit tomorrow too."

Gu Jianlin's heart moved slightly. In fact, he should also accompany this girl to see the old man's house, but in his current situation, it's better to stay as far away as possible. Instead, he can use the resources he has so far to get some secret medicine. .

In fact, it wasn't that he was too nervous.

It's that he is under too much pressure now, he just has the authority of Qilin Venerable, but it takes a long time to recover his strength, on the contrary, the karma of that Supreme has also been borne.

Whether it is the ancestor of the ghost car or the venerable candle dragon, they all give him a great sense of oppression.

Although there is the King of Green as a backer, it is better to be cautious.

After all, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot stay by your side forever.

Gu Jianlin had to be responsible to his family in this matter.

Su Youzhu opened the door and entered to change her shoes.

She suddenly found that the boy stood at the door without moving, and had no intention of entering the door at all.

"what happened?"

she asked softly.

Gu Jianlin hesitated for a moment: "I still have something to do, so I won't be going home anytime soon."

Hearing this, Su Youzhu looked at him expressionlessly, her clear eyes showed no emotion in the darkness.

However, Gu Jianlin seemed to see her downcast expression.

"Give me your homework. I'll finish it for you in some time, and find an errand to send it to you."

Without further ado, Gu Jianlin took her schoolbag and took out all the homework books inside: "The college entrance examination is about to take place. I'll organize your notes later. I mainly focus on the subjects you can get points for." Just a little bit... As for those science subjects, your foundation is too weak, so it's better to just give up."

Anyway, she is an art student, so she doesn't have very high requirements for cultural courses.

Su Youzhu let him take out his homework. After a moment of silence, he asked softly, "Is it because of Uncle Gu's matter? You still want to find out about that matter, and you won't come to school again, right?"

Gu Jianlin did not deny it, and said, "Yes."

Su Youzhu stared at him: "So you don't go home or go to school, where do you live?"

Gu Jianlin rarely avoided her gaze, and said, "My dad's house hasn't been rented out yet."

Su Youzhu pursed her red lips: "Can't I not check?"

Gu Jianlin didn't speak.

Su Youzhu understood what he meant, and said softly: "Uncle Gu is really good to you, right?"

Gu Jianlin didn't know what to say. In fact, the relationship between the father and son was not different from ordinary people. It was just a very ordinary father and son. It was only because they were lost that they were so important.

Because his world is not big, just a few people.

That's why I want to stubbornly hold it in my hand.

Even if the person is no longer there, as long as he follows his footsteps, it seems that he can still feel his existence.

"If you insist on looking, then I won't stop you, and I can't stop you, but if Uncle Gu is really punished by his enemies for investigating the case, it should be very dangerous. You have to ensure safety, otherwise mother will be very sad .”

Su Youzhu raised her right hand and raised her slender little finger: "Make sure."

Seeing her delicate and lovely little finger, Gu Jianlin smiled silently, and tugged at her.

Then he stepped back step by step, looked at the petite girl at the door, and said softly:

"gone."

Just when he was about to turn around, the girl suddenly said, "I snatched up the black pork chops online a day ago, and I also prepared a lot of seasonings. Do you really want to leave without eating?"

For some reason, Gu Jianlin saw her true appearance hidden under her expressionless appearance.

Her eyes are like a kitten, when you are the loneliest and saddest, it will give you its small dried fish.

Gu Jianlin actually had a hard time rejecting her. She looks so cute and cute, and she is also proficient in cooking. She put a lot of thought into preparing the celebration banquet for you, but it was postponed until midnight because of your late arrival.

For many suitors in the school, they didn't even have a chance to talk to her.

Gu Jianlin also knew that he should cherish it.

But it's twelve o'clock now, and it will take almost five hours until the meal is ready and we eat together.

Then he had to go.

That's too disappointing, it's better not to stay.

"Feel sorry."

Gu Jianlin suddenly stretched out his hand, rubbed her short light blue hair, showed a rare smile, and said softly, "Next time, when I come back next time, I will bring you a gift."

After speaking, he exhausted the greatest restraint in his life and forced himself to turn around.

Quickly walked out of the dark corridor.

The door was gently closed, and lights were lit in the windows.

Gu Jianlin's footsteps paused slightly, as if he felt the sight behind the window, silently watching him.

He sighed inwardly.

In fact, he didn't know that that girl was also a very lonely person. He didn't know why her parents divorced, but there must be some reason that caused her current personality.

On the surface, she is cold and silent, but deep down she is a fragile little girl.

Very eager to accompany.

Family of origin really affects a person's life.

For someone who was also lonely, seeing her was like seeing a ray of light in the dark.

Instinctively want to get closer.

But now he was covered in torrential rain, and he was afraid that the light would be wiped out as soon as he walked over.

Looking back on the past few months, it was really good. Every night, a beautiful girl in pajamas would come to you with her homework book. The two of you were hiding in the room, eating supper and watching dramas. There was a drizzle of rain outside the window.

"Become stronger as soon as possible, and spend more time with her."

Gu Jianlin murmured, "Although, I can't go home anymore."

Suddenly, he used the shared power bank to charge his mobile phone, and a message alert sounded.

Gu Jianlin took out his phone and took a look.

"Don't work yourself too hard."

Gu Jianlin turned his head subconsciously, only to see that there was no one in front of the window.

In the lonely night, the sound of the tide on the shore can be faintly heard.

The sound of the tide flowing on the reef seems to have become gentler.

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It was late at night, and there was silence outside the window.

The pink desk lamp at the head of the bed was still on, and Su Youzhu was covered by the quilt, revealing only her delicate little face as ice and snow, her short light blue hair scattered on her forehead, half covering her clear eyes, as lazy as a cat.

After a busy half of the night, she also felt a little tired, and lay limp on the bed, not wanting to move.

Mom came back half an hour ago and is taking a shower now.

She took a lot of effort to help that guy lie, and lied that he lived directly at the school for self-enrollment, and he probably wouldn't have time to go home before June, and his goal was to go straight to Qingbei.

At first, my mother didn't believe it, but when she heard the word Qingbei, she immediately felt that it was just a great opportunity to shine on her family, and she also felt that a good daughter would never deceive her, so she dispelled her doubts.

Since her son is working hard to get into college, she can't bother him anymore.

Dad should be back tomorrow, and he will have to check his homework again.

Su Youzhu didn't panic at all.

Because the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was coming from the phone.

The screen was on, and the WeChat voice call kept in touch.

I could hear his breathing, and the sound of his writing and scratching on the test paper.

If it is not known that he is a top student, it is really suspected that he is scribbling on homework.

Su Youzhu had done this before.

There was no time to write homework before the summer vacation, so she wrote down the questions as the answers to the questions on the test paper.

At that time, the homeroom teacher was so angry that her seven orifices were bleeding, and her father called her and beat her up.

"Good night."

Su Youzhu said softly.

The sound of the pen tip scraping on the paper paused slightly, and a familiar voice came.

"OK, good night."

Su Youzhu closed her eyes and curled up into a small ball.

It felt good to sleep on the phone like this, even more secure than when he slept next door.

The light on the screen went out, and the note was three words.

Gu Jianlin.

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At four o'clock in the morning, Gu Jianlin helped the little girl finish her homework and let out a long sigh of relief.

In fact, he was already very tired, and the side effects from the ancient apotheosis hadn't disappeared yet, and the tearing pain was happening all the time, and he happened to have experienced a battle of moderate intensity.

He was so exhausted that he might fall asleep at any time.

But he still insisted on helping the girl finish her homework.

Otherwise, when Uncle Su comes back tomorrow, she might suffer again.

"Now that I have mastered the method of freely entering and leaving the Qilin Asgard, I can go to lie in the coffin in the Asgard, and use the breath of the ancient gods permeating there to end this damn side effect as soon as possible."

Gu Jianlin said softly.

Now he basically figured it out.

A simple explanation.

Spirituality is the blue bar to him.

The aura of ancient gods permeating the Qilin Immortal Palace is his anger bar.

The blue bar allows him to release skills.

The rage bar allows him to release his ultimate form.

The computer screen was still on. He made the phone call using WeChat on the computer, and he could vaguely hear his even and long breathing.

It seemed that she had fallen asleep.

The reason why Gu Jianlin didn't use his mobile phone was because he was afraid that a call would come.

In that case, the WeChat call will be cut off directly.

Sure enough, just as Gu Jianlin went to take a shower, a phone call came in.

"Hey, it's me."

He picked up the phone and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lu Zicheng's weak voice sounded: "Xiao Gu, it's me."

Gu Jianlin was taken aback for a moment: "Captain, what's wrong with you? I feel like your voice is about to die."

Lu Zicheng coughed dryly: "No, it's nothing. I mainly want to tell you that Mu Ziqing who was left behind by you has been polluted and delirious. We have detected a strong ancient god's breath in her body. The current The conclusion is that these people were polluted in the underground palace, so they did those things."

Gu Jianlin wiped his body expressionlessly, this was all within his expectation, and it perfectly achieved the effect he wanted.

But this incident also made him vigilant.

Why do the fallen ones fall?

The reason, of course, is because of being polluted by the spirit of the ancient gods.

But there is also a possibility that someone was framed and forced to fall.

The reason for the Inquisition's policy of slaughtering the Fallen and the Unclean is very high-sounding.

First of all, since the Fallen has been polluted, even if he showed stability at first, you can't be sure whether he is pretending, let alone when he will completely lose control.

Some degenerates will take a lot of drugs to keep calm in the early days of contamination.

But that's only for a while.

After developing drug resistance, they will still fall into madness.

Even for the unclean people who take natural grass, if one day they suddenly stop taking the medicine, it will be extremely dangerous.

To control them requires a lot of manpower and material resources.

At first glance, it also seems reasonable.

But this cruel policy is unfair to many people.

Especially those who have shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the human world.

Like people in shelters.

In fact, this provides the perfect umbrella for many methods of persecution.

Not to mention those double-standard superiors.

Lu Zicheng paused: "The purge against Yan's family is about to begin. Those twelve young men certainly don't know the buyer's information, but we also found traces of a person at the scene. Not that The fourth-order mad king who was forced to retreat by you is another person."

"If I'm not mistaken, this person is the middleman between Mrs. Yan and the fallen."

He said lightly: "We will provide you with the corresponding information. You can try to profile more information. This should be someone who has close contact with Mrs. Yan. It shouldn't be difficult to find out."

Gu Jianlin said, "Understood."

"As long as there is evidence, the order of operations at dawn will directly copy their homes, and then enter the forbidden area of ​​Westport to conduct a thorough investigation."

Lu Zicheng said: "I will send you the information later, hang up."

There was a busy tone from the phone.

"The Yan family must solve it, but that butcher..."

Gu Jianlin thought about it, and decided that besides providing a profile, it would be better to go there himself.

He rummaged through the address book.

For this kind of thing, I must have contacted the tool man Shuweng.

At this moment, the door was suddenly knocked.

Gu Jianlin immediately became vigilant, ready to use ghost-humanization and dark blast at any time.

He dressed and went to open the door.

There was an aunt delivering food at the door.

"Here is a supper for you."

Auntie handed him a delicate pink lunch box.

Gu Jianlin was stunned, because he was familiar with that pink lunch box.

When he was hospitalized, You Zhu used this lunch box to deliver his meals.

In the transparent box, you can vaguely see the grilled golden pork chops.

There is also a blue sticky note attached to it.

There are only three words: eat while it is hot.

"Did your girlfriend make you supper? She is so kind to you, she made it for you overnight."

The auntie said with a smile: "I also specially transferred a tip of 100 yuan to me, and asked me to send it to you quickly, for fear that it would be cold."

　4300, no more today.This is a very simple daily plot, it has nothing to do with the knife, nor will it in the future...

　
(End of this chapter)