God after all

Chapter 174
Leng Ji woke up and found that he was still lying on the bed. This is the palace of Jerusalem.

The rain continued to linger on a sunny day, and he was preparing to leave the heavenly realm in the evening of that day.

Michael came to see him off and gave him a sword and a gold-plated double-lion silver-patterned box, saying it was a gift.

The long sword was wrapped in a sword bag, and Leng Ji carried it on his back, not knowing that it contained Nemesis.

A bright yellow scroll and a silver pistol are placed in the gilt double lion silver pattern box.

Leng Ji didn't open the book, picked up the pistol and looked at it, and recognized this gun that he had seen in a dream, it was a weapon he used frequently in his previous life, and it was called God's Wrath.

"This is not your original weapon. That gun was lost on the battlefield in the forbidden area of ​​the Forgotten City when you died."

"It turns out that I died there in the end." Leng Ji smiled wryly.

"Before returning to this era, I prepared a brand new one for you, waiting to give it to you someday."

"Thank you."

Without asking Michael how he obtained God's Wrath in another world, Leng Ji put the pistol into the double-lion silver case, closed the lid and locked it.

"You have something on your mind?"

Michael saw the child's hidden emotions.

Leng Ji hesitated to speak.

"You say it."

"What did Maharaja do on my back?"

"Did you say we were in Eden Palace during the day? I didn't do anything to you."

"really?"

"It may be Genelle Krillottuya, the old injury caused to you has recurred."

Michael's response was groundless and perfunctory, even a 12-year-old like Leng Ji couldn't believe it.

"Forget it, it's not important anymore."

What he said was indifferent, but he acted a little angry and turned his face away. His sight happened to see Muchel who appeared at the door in full costume.

The Goddess of Time carried the travel suitcase and reminded Leng Ji, "It's time to go."

"I won't see you off." Michael left without hesitation.

The atmosphere at the scene fell into silent silence.

Leng Ji's hands were still tied with white gauze bandages, and his fingernails were tightened and embedded in the flesh. The wound that had finally healed opened again, and blood dripped on the floor.

"If you leave the heaven, you will be free. You should be happy."

"I can't be happy."

"Look out!"

Muchel's consolation with the silence was useless.He lowered his head slightly, with no sadness or joy on his face, and an indescribable loneliness exuded from his body.

Muchel stepped forward and gave him a hug.

"Let's go." Leng Ji said dully.

Muchel summoned the time-space portal, and Leng Ji walked into the pale light gate.

The upper and lower ends of the portal were wiped out until they disappeared completely.

The heavens did not hide the news of the Holy Son's descent to the world, and this matter quickly leaked out and spread to the world.

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In the far east, the kingdom of the dead - the underworld.

There is no blue sky, no light, no warmth here, only endless darkness and coldness.

Full of unknown mystery and silent death, it is a lonely place of death, filled with countless deaths.

Pluto stood on the Saha Road, one of the countless avenues in the underworld, and the bluestone pavement paved under his feet extended to a seemingly endless distance.

He turned sideways and looked in a certain direction, all he could see was deep darkness.

Every ten feet above his head, there is only a floating oil-skin lamp illuminating the Saha Road, so the faint light can only be sprinkled on the ground.

Tonight was as usual, filled with the icy coldness of death, which was silent, eerie and desolate, blending with the darkness and exuding a strong ominous aura.

Occasionally, there would be two or three dead souls wandering alone on the whirling road. They had no time to pay attention to the man who stood still, and silently passed him by without casting curious eyes.

Pluto rarely comes here, and no creatures around here will know who he is.

He stood silently, looking at the east side of Po Whirling Road, no one would care what he was looking at.

When the darkness of midnight receded gradually and the dark blue sky ushered in, what appeared in the east was only a sea of ​​manju, sand and flowers.

However, tonight is different from the past, subtle changes have taken place.

Plankton stayed in place motionless, staring blankly at the man walking into the darkness, attracted by the bright red manjusawa under his feet.

Flowers would also be asleep, but as long as there is a little disturbance around them, they will be awakened.

The flower shadows sway in the blue and dim, and Manjusawa, who spends the dark night, is beautiful and lonely. It grows in the bottom of the abyss that is not pryed by the world. It is a flower of despair.

The sea of ​​red flowers blooms endlessly everywhere, and the flowers swaying in the wind are strange and bright, and the beauty is sad and sad.

Pluto came here only to meet the figure standing at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

The figure is all white, facing a vast and boundless river,

"Emperor Chen, pay homage to the ancestor of the gods!"

Pluto flashed behind the figure like a ghost, nodding his head and lowering his eyebrows.

"The Holy Son has descended."

"I've heard it all."

"The time has come, you must take action in this hunting demon plan."

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and I have already prepared."

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

"Emperor Chen didn't dare, and couldn't."

Until the figure disappeared without a sound, Pluto looked up at the stagnant river, and couldn't help smiling wryly.

"I came to the underworld just to explain a few words."

Even so, there is no dissatisfaction, Pluto knows the importance of a few words from the ancestor of the gods.

A long pipe appeared in his right hand, and he took a puff with some regret, exhaling a circle of smoke from his mouth.

A puff of smoke that rises every now and then freezes in mid-air, possessing the magical power of connecting spaces, refracting a kind of image.

After seeing the sexy scene, Pluto's head was full of black lines, regretting that he came at an untimely time.

The tent embroidered with red thread flowers on the other side floats in the air, presenting the beauty of clouds, mountains and magical seas.

The woman's groans turned into screams of horror, so frightened that Zisheng had to stop and get up, looking at the woman who hid in the corner of the bed with a crazy look.

She covered her body with scattered clothes, pointed in a certain direction and shouted: "Ghost! Monster!"

Seeing her terrified reaction, Zisheng breathed casually.

A cyan airflow invisible to human eyes was sucked into her nostrils, and she immediately fainted.

"I'm sorry, I messed up your good business."

Pluto smiled awkwardly, said this apologetically, and greeted Zisheng with two blank eyes.

"You are such a sight!"

"That... I have business for you."

"what's up?"

"About the Son."

Hearing about Shengzi, Zisheng's face softened slightly.

"The Holy Son has descended, and the first place of his arrival is the ancient Faxic Empire. You have to rush to the Westland."

"What are you going there for?"

Pluto thought for a moment, and then offered advice to the man with purple hair and purple eyes.

"It's not impossible." Faced with the difficult task, Zisheng spoke very relaxedly.

"You arranged me to come to the world, didn't you just wait for this day?"

"Missions can only succeed, not fail."

"Understood. I will live up to your expectations."

Zisheng put on a long robe and stood up, not looking at the face of Pluto emerging from the cloud of smoke behind him.

"You prepare your itinerary."

The smoke dissipated automatically, and the image of Pluto Jingli Manzhushahuahuahai disappeared.

Zisheng came to the window to play the flute, the sound of the flute was mournful and desolate, whirling in the distance.

A sturdy goshawk flew from the dark night in the rain, landed on the window sill steadily, flapped its wings, and took a few steps forward with its feet, lowering its head to rub against its owner's arm.

There seemed to be purple mandala flowers spinning in Zisheng's eyes.

He played it engrossed, and the sound of the flute separated his ideology.

Outside the window, the wind was fast and the rain was pouring. The goshawk spread its wings and fled to the night outside, blending with the darkness.

(End of this chapter)