Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 186 The Fool: Why don’t you ask the Destiny Sign to help you? (3K)

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The two silver-white Sleeping Talismans and the Sun Talisman with the sun's rays flowing on its surface were getting farther and farther away from Klein, but he could only watch helplessly, without any means to save his property.

'Actually, it's just the cost'

Feeling the coldness on the back of his head disappear, Klein Moretti unconsciously cursed, which relieved his nervous little heart.

The two charms just now were handed over by him on his own initiative to cover up the two important items in his inner pocket. One was 0-21, God's Favor, and the other was Azik Bronze Whistle.

He was not worried that the Yanyang Talisman that had been taken away would be used by the other party, because when it was made, the Talisman was mixed with his own spirituality.

In other words, in theory, only his spiritual infusion, coupled with the opening spell, can make the semi-god-level spell take effect.

After all, high-end talismans are high-end talismans, and it is natural for others to be noble.

Otherwise, during the battle, if your enemy shouts "sun" in ancient Hermetic language, and vibrates the talisman spiritually poured into your pocket, wouldn't it be like blowing yourself up?
"Be honest, squat on the ground with your head in your hands!"

The official Nighthawk was forced into a corner by three cultists, and he squatted down in a cowardly manner based on what the other party said.

After lying dead for a few minutes, the vigilant gentleman opened his eyes, used the clown's extraordinary ability to control his muscles, struggled to break free from the ropes that bound him, stood up and looked around.

The faint smell of blood hit his face, making Mr. Clown's heart skip a beat.

He looked left and right and found that there was nothing here. Only the heavy metal door was the only "furniture" in the whole room.

In fact, I want to go out too...

"Mr. Z is not afraid of bullets. Do you think someone who can defeat him would be afraid!?"

The young Nighthawk pretended to continue to faint, and with the help of darkness, he squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of the Aurora Society members holding guns, locking the iron door and leaving directly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

While several people were talking, a member of the Aurora Society who sounded like a little leader ordered his subordinates to kick Klein twice, making Mr. Clown grin inwardly.

"Are you from the Secret Order?"

'it hurts! ! ! '

"There is such a big damage here. Could it be this kid? The reason why Mr. Z disappeared is that he has been killed."

Before he had time to think too much, the loyal guard of the Night Goddess betrayed Him again. Klein nodded and replied calmly.

Anticipating this scene, Nighthawks did not try to resist. He just turned slightly sideways and tilted his body, so that the strong man did not hit the correct position due to the angle.

Gritting his teeth and saying a harsh word in his heart, Mr. Clown looked around, trying to find a way to get out of here.

The heavy "thump" sound of the ground and the "creep" sound of the iron door echoed again, making this dark and dark place feel a bit more selective.

A strong man behind him raised the butt of his gun, swung it down hard, and hit him hard on the back of the head.

'Gan, how could it become like this when it was obviously just a infiltration investigation mission! '

For a long time, the young Nighthawk tried to revive the topic, hoping to resolve this embarrassing scene and elicit more information.

"He may have something to be busy with. As for not telling us, it is probably the Lord's personal guidance!"

"I'm going to find you sooner or later!"

"Hey, Lyle, stop drinking at the fake bar. If he could defeat Mr. Z, then all three of us would have died just now!"

It was only then that the cultists relaxed their vigilance, glanced at each other, and guessed what was going on in the room.

……

"He should be the 'Master Moretti', Mr. Z is quite fond of him."

His answer was decisive and justified. After all, in this situation, only a fool would admit that he is an official Beyonder!
"Great! I didn't expect that they still have people in Tingen!"

"This must be the guidance of "God", hurry up, rescue me! I will definitely reward you well when I return to Trier!"

"Yes, I am a member of the Secret Order!"

When Klein Moretti heard this, he muttered in his heart in embarrassment.

A muffled sound of "bang" came out.

But at this moment, the clown's premonition of danger caused Klein to see again what he was about to encounter.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from the cell next door, making Mr. Clown slightly startled.

"However, he must be related to the destruction here. Put him in the dungeon first, and wait for Mr. Z to come back before making a decision!"

This is a small house, empty inside, with nothing else at all except the iron door.

The hoarse voice was instantly excited, as if Klein was his last lifeline at this moment.

Obviously, combined with the information about the Aurora Society, the environment and the smell of blood here show that this is a place with special gameplay.

Klein kept his face unchanged, closed his eyes, kicked his legs, pretended to faint, and lay on the floor.

Klein's forehead twitched slightly, full of indignation towards the guy who created the coincidence. This encounter made him feel like a doll, a doll that could be played with at will.

He couldn't escape from here, so how could he have the energy to save others?
"Ahem, I can't get out either..."

Without waiting too long, he felt his body being tied up with ropes, his arms being raised high, and being dragged into a room that was not well ventilated.

"What do you mean by God?"

"Where's Mr. Z, why is there such a big movement here?"

The two cells fell silent for a moment, and the silence lasted for several minutes.

"Our Lord is high above the spiritual world and is the incarnation of all wisdom in the world. He dominates the past, present, and future. He is the king of time and space, the beacon of destiny, and the ruler of the spiritual world."

'How come you can play better than me?'

Hearing this long line of praise, Mr. Fool's smile froze on his face, and for a moment, he felt that such embarrassing bragging made his whole body goosebumps.

"So, your Lord is so powerful, why don't you ask for your Lord's help?"

Before the hoarse voice next door finished speaking, Klein despicably found a loophole in the "inmate's" words, interrupted him in time, and sneered at him.

"you you"

The gentleman next door's words of praise suddenly stopped. He was obviously angry and couldn't say a word for a long time.

If God could respond to me, I would still use you! ? "Ahem, your arrival is the Lord's guidance!"

After waiting for you for a long time, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's favored person finally rounded up his words.

'Oh, I have reason to believe you are deceiving me'

Seeing the other party's performance, Klein cursed in his heart and became even more convinced that this guy was bragging.

Because as the client who had just finished bragging, he understood the other party's mental state very well.

If Mr. Z of the Aurora Club had said something like this just now, there is a high probability that he would not be able to answer it.

"I can get you out, but you have to tell me who you are and why you are here?"

After another long time, Mr. Clown took out his pocket and carefully proposed a condition.

As a night watcher who upholds justice, it is necessary to save people, but you also have to decide how to save and who to save.

If he rescues a guy who is more evil than Mr. Z, then he won't have the second Yanyang Talisman to deal with him!
As for how to get out of the cell, the cunning successor of Origin Castle has already thought of a way. This was the inspiration given to him by the gentleman next door just now.

Spirit world!

And he happened to have the relevant items in his hands. When he thought of Mr. Azik's messenger who gave people a sense of security, Klein no longer felt worried.

"Okay, as long as you can save me!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Klein Moretti took out the copper whistle, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard.

In the next second, bones poured out in front of him like a fountain, and soon formed a spiritual creature that was three to four meters tall.

Its lower body was buried in the soil, and its head was straight up to the ceiling. It stared at Klein with eyes burning with dark flames, and stretched out the palm of its right hand.

"Well, I'm not delivering a letter this time. I just want to ask you for a favor."

"Don't worry, I will mention this to Mr. Azik next time I send a letter, or what compensation do I need to pay?"

Klein was very polite, pointed at the closed iron door, and carefully communicated with the tall and powerful messenger in front of him in a consultative tone.

Hearing that the guy opposite was willing to say something nice for him, the black flames in the Bone Messenger's eye sockets flickered.

It was silent for a few seconds, then turned around, stretched out its bone-white right palm, and smashed the iron door with the small window into pieces.

Holy shit, awesome...

Klein's scalp was numb after watching this scene, and he decided that it would be better to respect the messenger in the future.

After smashing the iron door, the messenger did not stop, but turned into a fountain of bones and left the basement.

"Are you a member of the Secret Order? Why are you locked up here!?"

"Uh, I'm not..."

"Hey, guess whether I believe it or not!"

Klein Moretti came to the locked iron door next door and immediately asked in an interrogating tone.

The gentleman inside obviously heard that something was wrong and immediately denied it.

But obviously, his post-mortem efforts were of no use.

"And I also suspect that you believe in evil gods..."

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I was just joking!"

"hehe."

The Nighthawk sneered twice to express his attitude.

Regarding this guy, Klein has no intention of letting him go, because he is most likely a member of the Secret Order, a secret organization, and he would only do this if he has cerebral palsy.

Mr. Clown's current purpose is just to make some excuses and get some information.

"Oh, you won't let me out, will you Mr. Moretti?"

In the silent and dark basement, the banging of the iron door suddenly sounded, scaring Klein enough to push him back.

"Who are you!? How do you know my name?"

Bang bang bang!
"Cline Moretti! God asked me to bring you a message!!!"

"Be careful of unusual things around you. Be careful of Ron Sotos. He is not a human being. He has an evil secret that cannot be revealed. He is lurking inside the Nighthawks just for..."

Speaking of this, the words of the gentleman in the prison suddenly stopped. This half-said and half-reserved words made Klein Moretti's eyes widen, and a huge wave arose in his heart.

What does this have to do with that little kid? Didn’t he just come here by chance? ?
Mr. Clown could no longer hold back his expression at this time. It was about Ron, and he had to think carefully.

"What do you mean!? What do you mean if you're not a human being!?"

Klein Moretti shouted loudly, but no sound came out of the iron door.

At this moment, the young Nighthawk seemed to feel that he was trapped in a huge conspiracy. There were countless unclear mysteries surrounding him and the entire Tingen City Nighthawk team.

After a few minutes and dozens of test sentences, seeing that there was still no sound coming from behind the iron gate, Klein suppressed his chaotic thoughts and chose to believe the little kid.

Ron was a "good brother" who had been compared with him, how could he doubt him just because of the other person's few words! ?

"However, that little brat is indeed mysterious. We need to find a chance to ask him seriously!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Klein, who had an idea, immediately looked around, looking inward from one iron door to another.

He wanted to see if any innocent people were imprisoned here and rescue them by the way.

One fan, two fans, three fans...

When he checked the fourth window, the young Nighthawk finally got something. Klein looked in through the small window and saw a somewhat familiar figure.

"Miss Megaos, why are you here!?"

The young Nighthawk made a sound of surprise and did not hide his presence.

(End of this chapter)