The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 579 The Mirror
two hours ago.

Dongyu District, Wuming Lake on Apple Island.

The night wind was strong, and the water waves on the lake were rippling to one side.

The night sky was filled with dark clouds, moving and changing rapidly.

The silver moon loomed in the dark clouds from time to time, casting a patch of moonlight, like a giant light bug crawling on the wasteland, and soon "crawled" to the nameless lake.

In an instant, the surface of the lake was sparkling and radiant, like a divine bath, giving it a miraculous beauty.

Next to the reeds by the lake, a tall and thin man stood.

He was wearing a tattered gray cloak, the original color of which was no longer visible because it was too dirty.

A pair of leather boots were wrinkled and patinated, and the shoelaces were tangled randomly and turned into countless knots, as if they were about to grow on his feet.

His hair was thick and greasy, hanging roughly on his lower back, with strands like seaweed.

He looked like a homeless man who hadn't taken a shower in years.

The man slowly raised his head, and the moonlight illuminated his dirty face. His skin was dark, and his face was covered with thick, very sloppy beard. He only had a pair of deep gray-blue eyes, which were as clear as the lake in front of him.

He stood by the lake, his cloak and hair swaying in the night wind, but his body remained motionless, his eyes unblinking, like a stone statue.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyes suddenly moved a little to the left.

someone is coming.

The reeds made a rustling sound and automatically moved to both sides to make way for them.

A figure walked gracefully and leisurely through the reeds. This figure was surrounded by colorful crystal dust particles, looking like clusters of nebulae.

If you look carefully, you can distinguish a woman's figure from these dust particles, but because the dust particles are constantly changing, her body outline also changes, sometimes taller, sometimes shorter, sometimes fatter, sometimes thinner, with no other features.

It has to be said that as a traitor in the Baichuan Regiment, she was cautious enough and did not take off her disguise even when she was in contact with her own people.

She came to the lake and faced this slovenly and rough homeless man.

"Dingjing." Her voice was full of electric grainy texture, as if it came from a radio with poor signal, and it had obviously been processed.

The man named Ming Jing called out the other party's code name in a low and cold voice: "Chenchen, what do you want from me?"

"It's time, Lady Cang Mu needs you." Chen Yi said.

Ming Jing had no expression and was silent for a moment. Then he said, "The body is hidden at the bottom of the lake?"

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't let you come here."

Chen Chen's voice was slow and unhurried, with a hint of mistiness: "The Lord Bishop stole 12 corpses from the Qilin Union, and the most special one was hidden at the bottom of the lake. He originally wanted to use it when the time was right, but he didn't have the chance. ."

"I will resurrect it." Ming Jing's tone was still emotionless: "What is the mission?"

"The Goddess appears, kill him."

Ming Jing's eyes trembled and became sharper.

"Blessed by Mother Cang," Ming Jing said.

"Blessed by Cang Mother." Chen Yi said.

Ming Jing raised his feet and walked towards the lake.

His body was submerged bit by bit by the lake water, and soon, only the slowly spreading ripples were left on the lake surface.

The dust was still waiting by the lake, and the colorful dust particles around her flowed rapidly, like a firework tree, reflected on the lake.

After an unknown period of time, dark clouds covered the moon again, and the lake surface returned to darkness.

"Om-"

There was a short muffled sound from the bottom of the lake.

A line of gray-blue energy shot out from the center of the lake, and in an instant, split into two energy filaments, falling forward and backward, dividing the lake into two.

In an instant, the wind on the lake stopped, as if even the air had frozen.

"Whoa-"

The surface of the lake was cut open by an invisible force, extending all the way to the bottom of the lake. In the blink of an eye, a four-meter-wide gully appeared in the center of the lake. The water flow at the cut was smooth and smooth, as if frozen by an invisible and neat force.Chen Chen lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the lake. After confirming the situation, he turned and left.

At some point, the wind on the lake surface appeared again, and the reeds rustled and swayed in the wind.

……

Gao Yang was dreaming again, which didn't surprise him. What surprised him was the place in the dream.

On the side of the road in the small town, there is a self-built two-story cement house with a small cement patch in front of the door and a ginkgo tree next to it.

In late autumn, when the sky is high and the air is crisp, the leaves rustle when the wind blows, and the golden ginkgo leaves fall off.

Gao Yang walked through the cement floor covered with fallen leaves and saw a familiar small shop. Outside the shop was a glass counter with various cigarettes on display.

Inside the store are two small shelves with various snacks and daily necessities.

Children's toys are hung on the wall on the left: four-wheel drive vehicles, small air guns, cards, yo-yos, stickers, bamboo dragonflies, bubble gum, pet machines...

Hanging on the wall on the right is a landscape calendar and several certificates, which Gao Yang and Gao Xinxin got back from school.

Under the certificate, there are twelve drawings, with twelve runes scrawled in crayon totems, exuding a strange childlike beauty.

A familiar voice came from the side: "You have accumulated 339 luck points so far. It will cost 1920 points to realize your talent again."

Gao Yang turned sideways, and it turned out to be the dormitory aunt with a gentle smile.

"I didn't summon you." Gao Yang said with a cold face: He hadn't entered the system for several days.

"Yes." The dormitory aunt smiled and said, "You are dreaming."

"Then am I in a dream or in the system?" Gao Yang asked.

"You entered the system unconsciously in your dream." The dormitory aunt replied.

Gao Yang smiled bitterly: Is this luck?The "luck" that cannot be escaped no matter how hard one tries.

"Report it." Gao Yang said.

"Congratulations, your luck has reached level 5." The dormitory aunt's voice was slightly brisk: "Lucky level 5, the upper limit of the six-dimensional attribute value has reached 2000."

"The usage time of 'Power of Enlightenment' is extended to 15 seconds, the cooling time is shortened to 24 hours, and the attribute value loss is reduced to 1%."

"The basic luck point gain is increased to 2 points per hour."

"Those who are promoted to [VIPs] in the Temple of Talents have the privilege of 'treating everyone equally'."

Gao Yang said nothing.

The dormitory aunt still took the initiative to explain: "From now on, any talent will have the same comprehension probability for you. In human terms, the special comprehension probability limit of the first and last talents has no effect on you."

Before, Gao Yang might have been so happy that he jumped three feet high.

But now, he has no joy at all, because he knows what he paid for this "lucky".

After a moment of silence, Gao Yang raised his head and looked at the dormitory aunt seriously: "System, what is a divine heir?"

"As the name suggests, heirs of God." The dormitory aunt said nonsense.

"What is God?" Gao Yang continued to ask.

"Please explore on your own." said the dormitory aunt.

Gao Yang was not surprised. At first, Gao Yang thought the system was an instruction manual.Now Gao Yang feels that the system is more like a dictionary. Although it contains all basic words, the answers to most questions can only be queried and combined by Gao Yang himself.

"It's okay, quit." Gao Yang said.

"Ok."

The dormitory aunt disappeared, but Meng did not wake up.

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment, then walked to the shelf and picked up a few packs of Squirrel Crispy Noodles.

He sat in front of the cement steps in front of the store, tore open the bag of crispy noodles, took out the plastic disc with the little squirrel printed on it, put it in his pocket with great care, and started eating the noodles.

The ginkgo leaves above his head fell slowly, and Gao Yang chewed them one after another, making a "bang" sound, as if he had returned to his carefree childhood.

(End of this chapter)