The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 467

"The remains of the seven-pipe panpipe..."

Zhu Mingyao was playing with the things Lai Henry had given him last time.

Last time, various organizations took advantage of the turmoil to make use of it, pretending to be doing justice and punishing the fallen dog. In cooperation with the emerging bureaucracy, they dealt a heavy blow to the old nobles who controlled the country behind the scenes and cut off a large piece of meat.

In addition to huge worldly interests, extraordinary resources are of course of paramount importance. I don’t know how many treasure houses of wealthy families have been emptied.

This reed shepherd's flute is one of them. It is exactly the same as the trophy he got when he eliminated the sheep monster in the Montana town. It is the legendary artifact of the shepherd god Pan.

Judging from the damaged and tattered state of the artifact of power, and the ugly behavior of its agents who madly devoured natural spirits, it is not difficult to infer that the son of Hermes, who was in charge of animal husbandry and forests in the ancient Greek holy mountain pantheon, has fallen into such a miserable state now that he may die at any time.

The reason why Lai Henry and his men handed this thing over to Zhu Mingyao is very simple.

According to the information accidentally leaked last time, Colybusso, the daughter of the sea in "Shadows of the Old Days", has already set her sights on this demigod of the mountains and forests, and is preparing to perform a traditional art of the Olympian gods, turning her dying relative into food for her stomach.

As two clearly hostile parties, they should not let her succeed.

During the Silent Hill War, although the Human Alliance carefully planned and seized the initiative, severely damaging a group of old gods and demons, and even one of the leaders, the Serpent God Valak, was left with only a remnant soul and was sealed, most of the other members were still intact.

However, behind the seemingly brilliant results, the price paid was equally heavy. Not only did they lose a number of powerful warriors, but many middle-level backbones were also injured. Even if the extraordinary world had all kinds of magical treatment methods to help, it would be difficult to restore their strength in a short period of time.

If these could still be barely tolerated, then the annihilation of the elites of small and medium-sized organizations that participated in the operation would be an unexpected and fatal blow.

After all, no one expected that those gods and demons who were once high and mighty would be so disregarding of their status and risk being exposed in advance to attack them first.

It was precisely this negligence that caused the greatest embarrassment in the post-war situation.

——A power vacuum has appeared in quite a few areas. The supernatural events that were originally suppressed have become more and more intense, riots have occurred one after another, and the order in many places is almost crumbling.

Today, human civilization has developed to the modern era, and the interests of the extraordinary people have also benefited from it. Even the church, which is eager to revive its former glory, will not be willing for society to regress to several centuries ago.

In this context, all major organizations had to work with the authorities, and the leaders were assigned to defense zones to maintain stability. It was difficult to assign experts to investigate the matter for a while.

But then again, watching the other giant get what he wants and grow in power is also an unbearable act of aiding the enemy.

So after some discussion and comprehensive assessment of mobility, life-saving and escape capabilities, the heavy responsibility fell on Zhu Mingyao's shoulders.

Although everyone's power systems are different, they all have sharp eyes. His performance in battle is obvious to all. The combination of top-notch inheritance and magical weapons means that this overly young boy has almost no shortcomings, and his actual combat ability is in the first tier among the leaders of all parties.

In other words, in today's chaotic chess game, he already has the capital to take his place at the table!

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Chicago is dimly lit at night, and graffiti covers the old walls, revealing an air of decline that is hard to conceal. The dark-skinned guys dressed in hip-hop attire on the street make strange, incomprehensible noises from time to time, scaring passers-by so much that they cover their money and clothes and hurry by.

With disgusted and vigilant eyes, he glanced at the "lese" on the side of the road, and lightly tapped the steering wheel with his slender and powerful fingers. The low-key old Buick car turned silently, drawing a silver-black light under the street lamp, and slowly drove towards a quaint building surrounded by tall trees.

Today, the Rust Belt cities that are in the midst of industrial decline have chaotic public security and sluggish economy, giving people the feeling that they are like a rotten sore emitting a foul odor. Not only are outsiders deterred from visiting, but even countless permanent residents who have lived here for generations have begun to consider leaving their homeland.

But if we go back a few decades, this place was once a famous cultural city with a rich cultural heritage and many celebrities. At that time, the University of Chicago was quite prestigious in the country. In addition to its strong faculty and numerous scholars, it also had many museums.

Among them, the "Oriental Institute Museum" is particularly famous. It collects and displays a large number of historical, artistic and archaeological achievements of the ancient Near East, covering ancient Egypt, Nubia, Mesopotamia, Syria, and Anatolia, attracting many famous archaeologists to conduct research here.

Just like his legendary grandfather...

A pair of light sports shoes turned left and right on the campus, passed through a forest, and walked along a somewhat deserted path to a secluded corner.

The yellow and green ivy covered the entire exterior. The closed old school building in front of us had obviously been abandoned for a long time. Only the rows of benches beside the dry pool vaguely told of the bustle of the past.

The shaking door slightly scattered a few wisps of old dust, and a slender figure quietly slipped into the house and stopped in a small exhibition hall.

A pearl-like moonlight stubbornly emerged from the gap in the curtains, illuminating the woman's complex face.

...the oil painting of the real person in front of me.

He held a thick long whip loosely in his hand, and his eyes looked relaxed and casual under the earth-colored cowboy hat. The painter's skill was excellent, and he vividly portrayed the man's cynical and unrestrained temperament.

The woman exhaled slowly, as if she had made up her mind, and stretched out her index finger to touch the author's signature in the lower right corner.

With a slight sting, a round drop of blood was sucked onto the canvas.

The wonderful, oily fluorescence melted and rippled like liquid. The idol in the painting suddenly blinked and began to move.

"My descendant, you are going to take away that knowledge. Can the human beings of today bear the mystery of eternal life?"

"No, ancestors, I disappoint you. They are still indulging in greed and corruption."

The woman sighed sadly, "I did not intend to read the clues in the note. I came here to destroy it."

“…This ending is not bad.

Not all secrets have to be made public, humanity will eventually find a better way, and my mission will finally be accomplished."

In between the questions and answers, the long-dead man smiled carefreely, and the imprint of thoughts solidified by the technique in the painting dissipated.

The coiled whip stretched out and spread out, revealing a thin notebook, which changed from being flat to three-dimensional and fell out lightly.

The woman's palms were already open, ready to catch this shocking secret that had been lost in the world for decades.

But in the next moment, five pale and slender fingers, like ghosts, caught the notes one step ahead.

"Ms. Helena..."

The handsome young man stepped out like a shadow, his face filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

"You really kept us waiting for a long time."

(End of this chapter)