I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Jing He said this to him, but did not go in directly because the aerial building was still some distance away from the bridge where they were standing.

They are not super flyers and cannot fly over.

Jing He bowed respectfully to the Sky Castle and said, "Master Priest, I have brought the foreigner here."

Song·Stranger·Guicheng also followed suit and placed his right hand on his heart, bowed slightly and saluted.

When he looked up, he saw a little girl of seven or eight years old hiding in the pavilion facing them.

The little girl had two buns on her head tied with white ribbons. She probably thought she was hiding well. She looked at the two people from behind the window pane with her eyes wide open curiously. To be precise, she was looking at Song Guicheng.

Is this a priest? Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this to happen. He lowered his head and pretended not to see the little girl.

Jing He, who was standing next to him, showed a helpless expression on his face and asked, "Cang Mu, where is the priest?"

The little girl named Cangmu glanced at Song Guicheng again before she stuck her head out and replied, "Lord Haoyu was waiting for you, but he fell asleep while waiting..." Her voice was a little timid, and she felt a little embarrassed when she mentioned that she fell asleep.

Jing He was not surprised at all. He muttered, "What a jerk the priest is..." Then he said to Cang Mu, "Let us in. I have something else to do later and cannot wait here all the time."

Cangmu nodded and left, but before leaving, she glanced at Song Guicheng again.

Song Guicheng watched the conversation between Jing He and Cangmu. He originally thought that this high priest who made such a fuss must be a serious and somewhat arrogant person, but now it seems that this may not be the case.

Soon, a huge pillar connected to the bottom of the pavilion moved. The pillar was not long, but very wide, almost a quarter of the width of the entire pavilion.

The pillars are also carved with exquisite and mysterious patterns, mainly auspicious clouds and mountains, but the ones carved on the pavilion are the bodies of giant beasts, while this pillar is obviously the tail of the giant beast, coiled at the tail end, complementing the patterns above.

Every detail of these patterns is lifelike, and the giant beasts perched on the pavilions seem as if they will fly away in the next moment.

When he saw the tail, Song Guicheng felt that the giant beast in the pattern was a dragon, but this dragon was very different from the Yinglong they usually saw. The Yinglong had dragon claws and dragon wings, while the dragon in this carving had a smooth body, which looked more like a snake's body.

He was still thinking whether it was a dragon or a snake, when Jing He suddenly pushed him and said, "Let's go."

Song Guicheng looked at the empty air in front of him. There was no suspension bridge, no rope, and no silk like the Little Dragon Girl in the martial arts novels.

What are you walking on? The air?

Jing He stepped forward first. He stepped in mid-air but did not fall down. Song Guicheng was a little surprised and quickly followed.

After he walked up, he found that there was an invisible barrier under his feet that formed the road, and people could walk on it as if they were walking on flat ground.

Song Guicheng asked: "How wide is this... road?"

The road is invisible, and what if it is only as wide as a single-plank bridge? If you step on empty air and fall, you won't even have a chance to react.

Jing He saw his worry and comforted him, "It's okay. It's as wide as you walk. It's okay for you to dance on it."

There was no need for dancing, he just wanted to complete this journey safely.

"Brother Song, let me tell you, our High Priest is a little strange...peculiar," Jing He warned him, "Don't be surprised when you see him later."

Strange, how strange can it be, having horns on the head and a tail behind?

He wouldn't be surprised even if their priest was a little dragon.

Song Guicheng thought the name "Little Brother Song" was a bit funny, as it sounded like a runner who followed a gangster boss around serving tea and water.

He asked, "Brother Jing, how old are you?"

Jing He calculated: "I'm only 54 years old."

Song Guicheng staggered. What the hell? How can age 54 be connected together?

Jing He looked at Song Guicheng's incredulous expression and explained, "We can usually live to 300 years old." He was a little shy, "In fact, I just became an adult this year."

54 years old, over two meters tall, just an adult, Song Guicheng was disheveled in the wind.

Is this the racial gap?

He suddenly thought of the little girl named Cangmu and asked, "How old is Cangmu?"

Jing He scratched his head: "Let me think, she is still young, about 20 or 21 years old, at least no more than 24."

24 years old, isn't that his age...

Song Guicheng swallowed hard when he thought that the little girl, who looked about seven or eight years old, had actually lived almost as long as he had.

While the two were talking, they had already finished their journey. The 21-year-old Xiao Cangmu was waiting for them at the door. Song Guicheng suddenly felt that he was about to die.

Although Cangmu is in his 20s this year, according to the age calculation method of their ethnic group, he is still a child of seven or eight years old.

She looked at the two of them with her watery eyes open. Only then did Song Guicheng understand why the girl was called Cangmu. She indeed had a pair of beautiful eyes, like autumn water, like cold stars, like pearls, like two clear lakes in the mist, which made people feel pity and love.

The expression on Song Guicheng's face softened a lot. He bent down and smiled at Cangmu: "Hello, my name is Song Guicheng."

Cangmu blinked his eyes, then suddenly turned around, covered his face and ignored him.

Song Guicheng was confused.

Jing He laughed twice: "Don't mind it, she is just shy." Then he said, "Cangmu, please take us to find the priest."

Cangmu only showed his face after hearing the words of the priest, nodded and said, "Follow me."

The two followed Cangmu through the pavilions, and Song Guicheng discovered that the space inside was much larger than it looked from the outside. There were no rockeries or streams inside, but sculptures everywhere, flowers, trees, birds, insects, and animals, many of which he couldn't name. Each one was vivid and full of charm, as if it was not carved by human hands, but directly solidified into stone statues.

In some places, it seems that there is no way out, but after Cangmu presses the switch and recites a few mantras, the barrier will disappear.

Jing He explained that this was a special formation to prevent any invasion. As for what it was, he did not explain, but it must be something very dangerous.

Cangmu was stumbling along in front. She was wearing a moon-white robe, similar to the robe of the Warring States Period, with wide cuffs and a simple cut. There was a circle of gold thread embroidered on the collar, cuffs and hem, making her look very solemn.

It just didn't fit well, it was a little too long for Cangmu. Song Guicheng noticed that the fabric of the dress was very good, and it shone faintly in the daylight, but the stitching was crude and there were a few crooked places.

The three of them stopped in front of a silver-white door. The doors here all looked similar and were only one color, so it felt like a maze.

However, Song Guicheng still felt the difference here. The pressure was very heavy, and there was a chill coming from all directions.

He was still wearing wet clothes and couldn't help shivering.

Cangmu knocked on the door and waited for a moment. No sound came from inside, but she turned around and nodded to the two of them: "Come in."

Song Guicheng thought he would not be surprised no matter what kind of priest he saw. However, when he saw the red tail scattered on the ground as soon as he entered the door, he was still confused.

Is there really a tail behind him? This was the only thought in his mind.

The tail was strong and powerful, and so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood. It was out of tune with the silver-white decorations around it. Moreover, Song Guicheng felt that the tail was emitting a burning heat, just like the scorching sun in the dog days of summer.

Cangmu and Jinghe saluted: "Master Priest."

Song Guicheng was slow for a second, then immediately responded: "Master Priest."

The tail flicked lightly, and several people looked up. Jing He pushed Song Guicheng and said, "Master Priest, I brought him here."

When Song Guicheng saw the face of the legendary priest, his breathing couldn't help but stop slightly. He didn't like women, but that didn't stop him from appreciating beauty. This kind of beauty was beyond the limits of human ability.

As bright as tomorrow, as bright as a flower.

She seemed to have just woken up and yawned, with her brows lowered and her eyes closed, her temperament was natural.

The corners of Haoyu's eyes slightly raised, and she glanced at Song Guicheng coldly, then said: "Wow, I didn't expect that someone would really come. I thought I had miscalculated."

?

Song Guicheng heard this extremely beautiful woman speaking in a man's voice, which was clear, pleasant and mellow, with a sense of laziness and casualness.

Crack! Something broke.

This is Song Guicheng’s world view.

Hearing this, Jing He muttered quietly, "You're not sure yet, but you asked me to go pick it up. If I can't pick it up, I'll have waited for nothing for a whole day."

Hao Yu scratched his ears: "Jing He, what did you say? Speak louder." He smiled and looked very harmless.

Jing He immediately admitted his mistake: "No, no, I said that you are wise and brave, Master Priest." He moved towards the door while speaking, "Master Priest, I have brought the people here, so I will go back first, we will gather soon."

Hao Yu nodded, and Jing He slipped away as if he had been pardoned.

Song Guicheng was still in a mess. He looked at Haoyu's loose long hair and thought to himself, there are no horns.

Hao Yu was half leaning on the couch, and the lower part of her tail slowly changed, like a mermaid emerging from the water. The scales slowly faded away and turned into human legs, which were covered by her robe.

He walked up to Song Guicheng, lowered his head, stretched out his hand to Song Guicheng, and smiled slightly: "Hello, Song Guicheng, I am Haoyu."

Hao Yu is also over two meters tall, taller than Jing He. The intimidating aura of being in a high position for a long time makes him look very oppressive.

Song Guicheng carefully extended his hand and smiled back: "Hello."

Hao Yu suddenly bent down, held Song Guicheng's hand and sniffed it carefully. Song Guicheng didn't dare to move.

Fortunately, Hao Yu didn't go too far. He quickly let go of Song Guicheng's hand and asked him, "Are you and Wu Zhi together?"

? Combination? Song Guicheng was stunned. Was this the kind of combination he had imagined?

But when Gao Yu asked this question, his expression was very serious, and Song Guicheng also answered seriously: "No."

"Oh? But you smell like him," Haoyu added thoughtfully as he sat on the chair, "very strong."

Song Guicheng thought of the "original power" mentioned by Song Yujie, but he was not sure about Hao Yu's position now, so he didn't intend to say it out.

"Senior, are you familiar with Wu Zhi?" Song Guicheng asked.

Even the god Void only called Wu Zhi "Eternal", but the man in front of him called Wu Zhi by his full name, and it seemed like they had a pretty good relationship.

Hao Yu gestured to Song Guicheng to sit opposite him, and Cangmu served tea to them.

Song Guicheng took a sip and found that the taste of this tea was very peculiar and not ordinary.

Hao Yu yawned and said, "Of course I am familiar with him. I am his creditor."

Song Guicheng: ...

Seeing the speechless look on the face of the young man opposite him, Hao Yu smiled and said, "I am serious. He has been away from here for more than a hundred years, and I have been guarding this place for him. If I am not his creditor, then who am I?"

More than a hundred years? Song Guicheng widened his eyes in astonishment.

"You don't know where he went?"

Hao Yu said nonchalantly, "Who knows? Maybe he's already dead." He muttered, "He has to come back to take over before he dies, otherwise I have to stay here."

Song Guicheng was originally feeling nervous, but when he saw Hao Yu looking so relaxed, he felt relieved.

Haoyu took a sip of tea and said, "You don't belong to this world, right? Tell me, what are you doing here?"

Song Guicheng said: "I want to find Wu Zhi back."

Hao Yu showed a look of understanding: "The scumbag ran away, and the innocent young man traveled thousands of miles to find her husband?"

Song Guicheng had nothing to say. Is it possible to chat today?

"Even I haven't seen him for a while," Hao Yu put down the teacup, "Last time he told me that he was going to another time and space to get his original power back, and I haven't seen him since then."

At this point, Haoyu slammed the table and said, "Damn it, if I hadn't lost the game of chess to him, it wouldn't be my turn to watch over him."

This face that looks like a banished immortal opens its mouth and says "Fuck", and the impact is extremely strong.

However, Song Guicheng's attention was focused on the sentence "He was going to another time and space to bring back his original power." His heart suddenly felt like it had fallen into an endless deep ocean, feeling cold and sour.

He guessed that Wu Zhi's original power was in himself, but he had not taken it back yet. Why?

Hao Yu looked at Song Guicheng for a few times, as if he had guessed something, and sighed repeatedly: "I was wondering why he was so slow to act. If I guessed correctly, you shouldn't have survived. The reason you're alive now is entirely due to Wu Zhi's original power."

Song Guicheng's breathing stagnated. He didn't remember, he didn't remember any of this.

What on earth did he forget? He missed the most precious memory in his life and forgot the most memorable moment in his life.

Gao Yu looked at the dazed Song Guicheng and continued, "Once he gets that power back, you will probably have to report to the King of Hell."

Song Guicheng was confused for a moment and asked, "Is there really a King of Hell?"

Haoyu rolled his eyes: "What do you think?"

"What a fate," Hao Yu said, grabbing her hair in worry. "I told Wu Zhi that he would get into trouble sooner or later because of his personality. I told him not to empathize with humans, but he didn't listen."

Song Guicheng lowered his head, unable to see the expression on his face, only his hands clenched secretly: "Then can I still find him back?"

There was a vague hope in his tone, like the morning mist in spring that would dissipate with the wind.

Hao Yu supported his chin with one hand and tapped the table with the other hand: "I don't know. If a god falls into a deep sleep, it is because his energy is too severely deficient. If you want to wake him up, you can only perform a sacrifice to replenish his energy."

Song Guicheng understood that offering sacrifices to the gods and providing them with offerings was to make up for the energy that the gods lacked.

He asked, "What kind of sacrifice should be prepared?"

Hao Yu glanced at Song Guicheng's fearless expression and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Song Guicheng smiled and said, "You say."

Hao Yu counted on his fingers: "In fact, only five things are needed: loss, death, moment, change, and reincarnation. These five things are enough."

Loss, death, transmigration, change, reincarnation? These are not things at all.

Song Guicheng was a little confused.

Hao Yu sensed the young man's visibly depressed mood and explained, "Some ordinary offerings would have been enough, but those are to express gratitude to the gods. If you want to replenish the gods' power through sacrifice, you have to prepare special offerings."

Song Guicheng took a deep breath and adjusted his mood: "Okay, I understand, thank you."

At least there was hope. No matter how slim the hope was, it was still hope. He would not give up no matter what the cost.

He lowered his head, lowered his dark eyes, and gently stroked the teacup with his pale and cold fingers. His porcelain white face was divided into pieces by the pattern on the window, looking desolate and broken.

Hao Yu couldn't bear it, so she comforted him, "You don't have to blame yourself. These are just Wu Zhi's own choices."

How familiar Gao Yu's words sounded. This was indeed Wu Zhi's choice, and no one could blame Song Guicheng. But Song Guicheng also made his own choice. He wanted to share the consequences with Wu Zhi, and he wanted to take the pain and suffering on himself.

Life is a series of choices connected into the ups and downs of destiny. After going around in circles, it will eventually get on the predetermined track.

As for Wu Zhi, it was he who saved Song Guicheng time and time again; as for Song Guicheng, it was he who fell in love with Wu Zhi.