I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Li Lin didn't answer his question directly, but pointed to the people holding the wine glasses with his hands. The wine glasses they raised were filled with colorful and changing liquids. Those liquids with constantly changing luster were like boa constrictors swimming of scales.

The fat guest nodded hesitantly. Those who can come to this speakeasy in Walden Pond are more or less involved in occultism and invisible arts, or have seen or experienced them before, so they want to step into this door. , and some even simply practice invisible arts themselves.

"But what does this have to do with handles?"

Li Lin is persuasive: "I don't think you know that some people who practice invisible arts have to find the same sex to solve their physical needs."

"I saw the bar owner having a private meeting with a 70-year-old man..."

Before the fat guest called out, Li Lin continued: "And there is more than one, he has maintained such an improper relationship with those old men."

Bursts of suppressed exclamations came from behind.

The conversation between Li Lin and Feifei has long attracted everyone. On the surface, they are still sitting upright, but in fact they are all pricking up their ears to eavesdrop. Therefore, when they heard the background of the powerful forget-me-not characters, they were all surprised.

"Yes, I saw all this, and then handed it over to my exclusive reporter Benjamin." Li Lin started to tell lies, "As the saying goes, the purer the person, the more he has fun, and he will never dare to do it in front of us. Take off your pants and show us your buttocks."

Even normal people would not dare to take off their pants in public and let others see their buttocks, but at this time, this group of people who have been limped by Master Li can no longer care so much.

"You know, imagine it." Li Lin began to make up nonsense.

"He kept a close relationship with those old men. But one day the boss noticed that they were not going on appointments as often as before, and began to refuse to provide protection for this speakeasy. He was afraid of being abandoned, and the official With the pressure of power, he couldn't wait to need those protective umbrellas behind. Therefore, in the middle of the night, when he went to the appointment, he was quite active, hugging the old man's shriveled body from behind, slowly stroking his palm, and gently holding his Hands down to vomit—”

Master Li subconsciously imitated the forget-me-not hugging a 70-year-old man, but he was so sick that he retched several times.

The eyes of the guests on the side turned red.

"Keep talking, keep talking." Fatty urged excitedly, "I want to see if the boss will be so excited to pull the flag when the boss helps those old men!"

Li Lin cast a shocked look at him, and stepped back several steps.

The fuck didn't realize that this guy had such a strong taste, Master Li really made a big mistake.

"It's almost done... In short, if you want to read it, you can pay attention to the next newspaper." Li Lin bluffed a single shot, and it was too embarrassing for him to write gay literature.

Anyway, with Dickens around, let him do the writing.

Of course, he had said enough, and the guests present left one after another satisfied, sitting down and whispering among themselves, but the point of the words was directed at the private life of the bar owner.

Only Feifei persisted in asking: "Then what? You took the initiative to find the boss and extort him to pay the debt with body and soul?"

Li Lin was silent for a while by Feifei's lower limit, and then reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "No, they offered me ten thousand pounds to bribe me, and I agreed."

After finishing speaking, Li Lin fled in a hurry and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor of the bar. Every second he stayed beside Fatty made him feel like a Flobber caterpillar was crawling all over his body.

Only the fat guest still looked at Li Lin's back with admiration and longing eyes, and muttered to himself: "So it was solved in this way, it's really amazing!"

......

The moment Li Lin stepped onto the second floor of the Walden Pond Bar, a gray mist fell silently and slowly flowed on the maple floor.

The forget-me-not is sitting at a dining table in the center of the second floor. The candlelight on the table is like a star twinkling, pushing away the dense mist and illuminating the rich food on the table.

"Please sit down, please sit down." He stretched out his hand to Li Lin, his palm was slender and well-defined.

Without changing his expression, Li Lin reached out into the mist and grabbed the hand of an attendant. When he saw its face, Li Lin gasped.

It was a smooth face without facial features, and the thick blackness covered its entire head. When one looked closely, one could see that the face was not completely smooth—its surface was covered with many fine patterns, It keeps swimming like a mollusk, and sometimes forms a variety of strange and disgusting patterns. After a long time, it may even cause serious hallucinations.

The forget-me-not expression changed slightly... How did the key hunter find the disciple hidden in the mist?

This caused a huge loophole in his original plan in an instant.

"Good guy, the little guy looks really unique."

Li Lin stretched out his hand in surprise, pinched the disciple's face, and then touched it up and down. Li Lin quickly twisted his elastic head into the shape of Armstrong's swivel cannon, and then pointed the cannon head at the forget-me-not.

The disciple endured quite a lot of pain, but he could do nothing until the master gave him an order.

The forget-me-not said nothing for a moment, he was not sure if the key hunter in front of him had seen the truth.

Seeing the disciples and the forget-me-nots saying nothing, Li Lin was still urging the disciples to slap the forget-me-nots in fear of chaos.

"That's enough, Mr. Abraham, please let go of my poor disciple." The forget-me-not at the table couldn't see the joy or anger, "We have no enmity with you."

Li Lin pouted and let go of the disciples.

The head was rubbed into the disciple of Armstrong's whirling cannon, and he quickly melted into the fog while covering his battered head.

After being seated, forget-me-not put the bottle full of red wine in front of Li Lin.

"Produced in the Ravelin Castle in the [-]th century. At that time, the earl's family was still prosperous. Now their traces have been blown away by the wind. This bottle of wine can still remind us of that prosperous era."

The dark red liquid was poured into the cup, and every time it collided with the transparent cup wall, the aroma flowed more wantonly, even the candlelight and mist were dyed red in the aroma of the wine.

Li Lin didn't touch the glass of wine.

The forget-me-nots lowered their eyelids in the candlelight and mist, and he raised his palms and smiled.

"For a long time, the reputation of key hunters has been very loud in the mysterious world. From Kiev to London, from Tirana to Amsterdam, all the mystics and transcendent wandering in the old continent have heard the seven keys. Legend, ha."

"But almost no one will believe it, because they think it's just an unrealistic legend."

"Of course we don't think so, which is why we set up a branch here...Mr. Abraham, I'm afraid you also know the correct part of that story."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Li Lin: "The key to fantasy is in this white city."

However, Forget Me Not is destined to be disappointed. Li Lin is no longer the key hunter he once was, and even the principles he pursues have changed.

"You're right," Li Lin nodded, "but the population of Uruguay is 345.7 million, and at the same time, there are 4700 million kangaroos in Australia alone. If kangaroos decide to invade Uruguay, then every Uruguayan will have to kill 14 kangaroos, don't you You know, you don't care, you only care about yourself."

Forget-me-not frowned slightly, the key hunter's completely unreasonable behavior made all his pre-arranged plans completely scrapped.

Before the wave phenomenon appeared, he didn't have more time to spend with Li Lin, as long as he was guaranteed to be no longer a variable.

"Let's talk openly and honestly."

The forget-me-not pulled out a transparent board from the mist, and with the touch of a finger, a blue shimmer began to light up on the transparent board.

"Mr. Abraham, I'm afraid you don't know that you are just a role in history. Your fate is as small as dust in the eyes of those who rule history."

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"Ah, yes, yes." Li Lin nodded, "I hope you have the same attitude towards your own life."

Do not forget me:"???"

Li Lin's sudden refutation made him feel that the situation had changed again, but before he could express his opinion on this, Li Lin's trash talking bombardment started again.

"If you are asked by other occultists and supernatural beings why you haven't been marked by Si Chen's gaze yet, just say yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, that's it."

Forget-me-not frowned: Is there something wrong with this perfunctory attitude?

"If you are asked by the instructor, why haven't you completed your great work as an apostle? Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, it's over, do you understand?"

"If the Chens feel that your life is worthless, then it is worthless? Ah, yes, yes, I will cover you with a quilt in the virtual world. As long as I lie down thoroughly, no one can use me, understand?"

The forget-me-not took a deep breath, and the candle in front of him flickered violently.

"I have to say, your speech is really wonderful, Mr. Abraham. It is a good expression of your refusal to cooperate, even indifferent to your own fate... But I am different, I still respect The ego of every transcendent, every occultist."

He put the transparent thing in his hand, and spoke to Li Lin deeply as if reciting a poem.

"You, the key hunter who searched for the key of fantasy, died of being swallowed by a python in the joint records of the Anti-Suppression Bureau and the Foundation. Someone burned your manuscript and destroyed them and all traces of your existence, At least in correct history."

As the chanting continued, his tone and attitude became more and more sharp, and his pupils were bright as if they were about to drip light.

"Mr. Abraham, now you are alive."

He spread his hands and raised them upwards, as if holding something invisible.

"But that's wrong, history has been wrong, you didn't die from the snake kiss, or you met it and you killed it... But it doesn't matter, what matters is that you are at that moment forever Things have changed, and in Si Chen's eyes, you are no longer the right thing."

"When the tide of the end of the century sweeps towards us, you will be washed away mercilessly like a grain of sand, and compared with those ordinary people who are unconscious, the superhuman will suffer more because they are awake You have seen all this clearly, and you must also accept it clearly. The same is true for you."

"This history will end in 1999 AD, and history will not be extended any longer. Everything we have is frozen at the end of the millennium, and then endless waves will surge from 1999 to the past, and finally everything will be swept away. Traces. The verdicts of the ministers are always so cruel."

Forget-me-not got up from the table, his thin upper body was sunken in the gray mist, but the pupils behind the glasses were as bright as lights, and he stared at Li Lin condescendingly.

"The Chens don't need a reason to cut a certain place's history. Perhaps in their view, all of us who live in this history are wrong."

"You don't have to believe me, but the wave of the times has already begun." He took out a pocket watch from somewhere and opened the cover with a flick of his thumb, "Let me see where the wave has reached, well, 1991... ....It seems that it is time for the collapse of the Soviet Union, and another beacon of human history has collapsed."

"The Soviet Union collapsed -" Li Lin suddenly sighed, and for the first time he raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, "You came from the end of time?"

"You accept this aspect faster than I imagined." Forget-me-not bowed slightly to Li Lin, the burning light in his pupils dimmed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Why don't you refute my arguments anymore?" Speech? You know I'm talking about the collapse of a superpower here like a joke."

Li Lin took out the black card from his bosom and threw it on the table: "This is a strange object with similarities in secret history. You have mastered the method of mass-producing it, which means that you have at least one level 3 strange object in secret history... ...No, it is also possible that you simply have mastered a piece of history. You can sit here and tell me about the ruling of history by the ministers, and most of your confidence comes from this."

The secret history is the scars left by time in the world, and those who know a lot of history must also know where the end of history is.

The upper body of the forget-me-not leaned back slightly: "You know more than I thought... It seems that I shouldn't talk to you anymore, you look like a wise man now."

Li Lin was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, twitching the corners of his mouth and showing a silly smile: "Hey, hey, hey, I'm Benjamin, mom, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, I want to eat roasted yams..."

The forget-me-not's breathing became heavy again, and Li Lin's unlimited behavior refreshed his three views.

A transcendent who has received the imprint needs to face a unique symptom of madness before each promotion. Forget-me-not himself has experienced three times, and the number of times he has seen others fall into madness is countless. A key hunter always amazes the onlookers.

How did his brain grow?

"So in order to deal with this metaphysical ruling, we decided to drill into the depths of history, like a worm or a snake." Forget-me-not did not hide it, but told Li Lin part of the plan, "You know how to rule the Far Eastern Subcontinent , are they the rich-necked aristocrats of India? They have used this method to escape more than one disaster."

"The troubles we face are not the only ones. The ministers don't care about our opinions, but there are still people who stop us... The secret church groups in the fog of history can only be regarded as reefs, and they really control The tide is coming, and it is the Foundation that wants to swallow us up."

Forget-me-not clasped his hands in front of his lower abdomen, his expression was calm, but there was deep hatred in his words: "These hypocrisy, Si Chen's lackeys...!"

"So not only for our ark, but also to deal with these lackeys, we are collecting manpower in various regions and eras - there is no time, we need your help, please join the hand of reshaping, for our glory and future."

"I said Tingting," Li Lin suspected that he had misheard, "What is the name of your secret sect?"

Why is this forced sect exactly the same as the name I took in Mansu two days ago?Fortunately, there is no need to calculate the patent fee for the overlap of Tantric sect names.

"It's not a secret sect, we will eventually move from behind the scenes to the front of the stage." Forget-me-not was slightly displeased, "We are the hands of reshaping, and we will reshape everything in the waves, belonging to the secret law and inheritors." The flag will fly in the light at last."

Li Lin's black eyes were silent: "What if I refuse."

"Then the peace between us may come to an end for a while." The expression on the forget-me-not's face froze slightly.

What Li Lin is most afraid of is threats.

He raised his chest and shouted: "Okay, throw me out. Even if I, Li Lin, die outside, I won't do anything for you if I jump out from here!"

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"I do what I do! I will help you whatever you do!"

In the gray mist, Li Lin was holding onto the edge of the dining table with both hands, and a group of disciples of the Reshaping Hand were dragging his lower body to untie his trousers.

Li Lin never thought that one day he would be threatened by such a thing with no lower limit.

"Okay, let Mr. Li Lin go." The forget-me-not waved his hand in satisfaction.

The two disciples let go of Li Lin, who was struggling constantly. He slapped the dust that didn't exist on his body, and frowned and complained to the two disciples: "Really, don't you understand how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Although no matter how you look at Li Lin, he has nothing to do with Xiang and Yu.

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

"Hoo ho ho ho ho..."

The two invisible disciples bowed their heads and sincerely apologized.

"Have you agreed to join our great cause?" Forget-me-not asked Li Lin again.

"Can I refuse?" Li Lin stared at him with dead fish eyes.

"can."

"Then I agree."

The forget-me-not who was about to tell the members to continue to do it realized that Li Lin had already agreed.

The somewhat relaxed forget-me-not couldn't help but sigh: "This sentence doesn't sound logical."

"You actually think that a mental illness can be logical." Li Lin said in an unreasonable tone, "I have an acquaintance in the Yongcheng Sanatorium, do you want to introduce it to you?"

The forget-me-not showed a clear smile, and the disciples emerged silently behind him, holding a pair of metal trays with three items in their hands.

A brand new identity card, a mask shaped like folded hands, and a folded black publication.

"Then you are welcome to join the Reshaping Hands."

"The identity card represents your unique identity in the hand of remodeling. With this, you can freely enter and exit any Walden bar, and quickly reach various time periods and locations through different Walden bars."