The end of the world starts with failing the exam

Chapter 42 Whistle in the Moonlight

When Chen Boxu jumped down with Chen Jing, Wei Nan was also walking from the direction of the community gate.

In order to buy back those game cartridges that were destroyed by the old madman, she went out very early in the morning today and did not come back until now. She was carrying a bunch of treasures bought from the game store in large and small bags in her hands.

"This little brother is really worth it..."

Wei Nan was humming a little tune and was in a very happy mood. He was bouncing when he walked, and the single ponytail tied behind his head almost flew into the sky.

"You dare to say that all I play are children's games, huh... I'll call A Jing up in the evening and let him see what it means to play well!"

Just when Wei Nan was thinking about how to open Chen Jing's eyes at night, two figures suddenly fell from the sky and seemed to hit the square of the community heavily, but they did not make any sound.

"What the hell?"

Wei Nan was stunned when he saw the two figures clearly, and then began to feel embarrassed again.

"I just went out to buy some things, and you two went downstairs to pick me up. This is so enthusiastic..."

"go away."

Chen Bofu didn't give Wei Nan a good look. Even if he was in a good mood today, he wouldn't mind snarling at her.

"Who the f*ck is coming to pick you up? We're busy!"

"What are you busy with?"

Wei Nan is indeed a cheeky star. After the continuous training in the past few days, she has almost become immune to the old man's tit-for-tat attitude towards her, and it is normal for her to be scolded occasionally.

"Why did you jump down from the building with A Jing? Aren't you afraid of throwing your sweet grandson?"

"Why am I so unwilling to listen to you..."

Chen Boxu's temper is much better than before, especially after Chen Jing transformed into an old descendant.

Although he was still not very polite in his words, at least he no longer had the thought of slapping the other person to death.

"A Jing, I bought all the game cards." Wei Nan turned around and looked at Chen Jing, who looked frightened, and shook the two plastic bags in his hands, "Come to my house today, and we will work all night. ah!"

The moment he finished speaking, Wei Nan's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes looking at Chen Jing became suspicious.

"what?!"

As if a dog had become a spirit, Wei Nan quickly walked up to Chen Jing, wrinkled her little nose and smelled carefully, her eyes full of suspicion.

"Did I smell it wrong or am I dreaming...Why do you smell like an old descendant?!"

At this moment, Chen Jing had not yet recovered from his previous extreme bungee jump, and his legs felt a little weak with his hands on his knees.

Hearing Wei Nan ask this, he was ready to explain.

But the old man spoke obviously faster than him.

"I made my grandson become an old descendant... Isn't it amazing?" Chen Bofu had a proud smile on his face. After saying this, he looked at Chen Jing calmly, "This is all my fault. !”

and so……

Does the old man want to take all this matter on him alone?

Chen Jing was a little confused at first, but he soon figured it out.

In this world, almost all Old Descendants are born, and there are only a handful of creatures that can "mutate" into Old Descendants.

Especially for Chen Jing, an ordinary person in his twenties who has become an old descendant inexplicably. Once word spreads, it will definitely attract the attention of some caring people...

Therefore, the old man took the credit.

Although the outside world will still be curious if you do this, how many people really dare to come to the old man and ask?

And it involves myself.

It involves the old madman’s only relative.

Chen Jing has no doubt that once someone dares to ask questions about this, the old man's temper will really tear the other person's mouth apart.

"Fuck you, crazy old man... Grandpa Chen!" Wei Nan's exclamation this time came from the bottom of his heart. He didn't deliberately lick it like usual. "You're so generous! A problem that even the parliament can't solve has actually been solved by you." You've got it done..."

"They are nothing!"

What Chen Bofu likes to hear most in his life is people praising him, especially those who are difficult to deal with in daily life, such as Wei Nan.

The old man is not stupid.

In the past, when Wei Nan praised him, he could tell that most of them were flattering.

But this time...

hum.

Do you know how much I weigh?

In the exclamation of Wei Nan, the old man gradually lost himself.

He even deceived himself and sighed while stroking the stubble on his chin.

"I'm so damn awesome... Tsk tsk... As expected of me..."

"..."

Chen Jing didn't know what to say for a moment, but he felt that the old man's face was as thick as Wei Nan's, or even more so.

"A Jing! Let's go to your house for a nice meal today!"

Wei Nantian swallowed shamelessly. Even though all she was thinking about was delicious food, she was still talking about the world of martial arts she didn't know where she learned it from.

"Celebrate your becoming an Oldspawn! It's a must!"

"Well...are you really celebrating me?" Chen Jing asked calmly, looking at her suspiciously, "Why do I think you are greedy..."

"Nonsense!" Wei Nan clenched his fist but relaxed it the next second.

She resisted the urge to punch him, but she still said boldly between the lines, "Do you think I am the kind of greedy cat who starved to death and was reincarnated? I am here to celebrate you!"

"Fine……"

"Grandpa Chen, okay?" Seeing that Chen Jing agreed, Wei Nan hurriedly turned back to look at the old man who was in charge of the family.

"You..." Chen Boxu's teeth itched with hatred, but he still swallowed the dirty words.

It is the rule of the Chen family not to criticize anyone on a special day.

"Okay, okay, when I get back, I'll ask Ryan to feed you, a starving ghost. Don't delay us from doing business here. Get out of here."

"I do not."

Wei Nan took a step to the side, put the bag in his hand on the ground, crossed his arms with a look of great interest.

"There must be something wrong with you two. I want to see what you want to do!"

"?"

Chen Bofu was so angry that he even forgot how to curse.

He looked at his grandson Chen Jing in disbelief and pointed at Wei Nan. The meaning was very simple...

Where did you get to know this shameless person?

"Hurry up and blow the whistle. After making sure it works, we'll go back to eat." Chen Bofu said impatiently.

Chen Dingding nodded, without further explanation to Wei Nan. He picked up the stone whistle, put it in his mouth and held it gently, then slowly exhaled to blow it...

Different from the clear and melodious whistle sound that Chen Jing imagined, it was a strange, distorted and even disgusting tone.

The shrill and resentful whistle sound was sharper than fingernails scratching across a blackboard, as if every distorted syllable turned into a poisonous steel needle, piercing everyone's eardrums in just an instant.

Perhaps because Chen Jing was the one who blew the whistle, he was very limited by the whistle and did not react as much as others.

Chen Bofu was strong enough to endure it, but Wei Nan couldn't stand it.

Almost instantly, she covered her ears with her hands, her expression became extremely painful, and scarlet blood even reflected in her irises.

Chen Jing wanted to stop, at least let Wei Nan go into the building to avoid it, but unfortunately, once the whistle blew, it could not be stopped...

Even if Chen Jing held his breath and stopped blowing into the whistle, the sickening sharp whistle was still ringing from the stone whistle.

now.

The evening wind that had stopped long ago suddenly began to whistle, but no matter how loud the wind was, it could not suppress the ominous whistle.

The distorted melody of the whistle seemed to have turned into an invisible dancer, showing strange dance postures under the pale light of the Gehro Moon God.

The crazy and manic musical notes seemed to have turned into some kind of Morse code connected with the ancient stars, blindly and recklessly leaving the whistle and flying straight into the sky...

In this chilling and unstoppable abominable whistle, Chen Jing heard the ancient chant again.

Or perhaps calling.

That was what he heard the last time he used the Yellow King's Holy Grail...

……

"Forgotten in Lake Harry in the Pleiades Sea..."

"Sleeping is the miserable Baiaji..."

"In the blank past where even death was killed..."

"Sleeps the terrible Baiaji..."

"Pleiades must hear the whistle song..."

"The Divine Horse will also revive..."

"The great Bhaiaj will eventually leap out of the dead waters of Lake Hali..."

"Meet..."

"The Lost Prophet..."

……

While Chen Jing was listening carefully to these seemingly real and illusory chants, Chen Bofu suddenly changed his expression and looked solemnly towards the night sky.

"That's Bai Aji?!"