Ghostly Tomb

Chapter 1472
Bao Ping was significantly thinner this time, and it seemed that he had lost more than 10 catties in just one month.

His eyes were obviously sunken, his cheeks were also sunken, and his eye circles were dark, making him look very haggard, but it made those gray eyes even deeper.

After Bao Ping came in, he didn't say much. After looking around, he found a seat and sat down.

This was the second time he came to Chen Zhi's house, as usual, he first found Chen Zhi's ashtray and put it in front of his eyes, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

It was already midnight, the weather was cold after winter, and Chen Zhi was still wearing pajamas. He casually found a fur coat and put it on, and then sat opposite Bao Ping, waiting for him to speak.

But Bao Ping didn't mean to speak, he just kept smoking, changing one after another, making the whole room smell of smoke.

When he smoked the third cigarette, he suddenly strangled the cigarette butt, threw it into the ashtray, then raised his head, looked at Chen Zhi with gray eyes, then lowered his head again, and asked softly:
"later……

What happened afterwards, did he die? "

Bao Ping's voice was very hoarse and deep, as if the vocal cords had been damaged.

Although it was just a few random words, Chen Zhi knew that he was asking about Qin Yueyang.

"If you say death, it shouldn't be considered..."
Chen Zhi then described in detail what happened at that time, including the last scene he saw, and the time limit for the seal given to him by Old Man Time.

During this process, Bao Ping had been silently listening to Chen Zhi's words, neither spoke nor expressed his opinion.

And when Chen Zhi finished speaking, he bowed his head in silence for a long time, and then asked:
"That means three years later, there will be another fight, right?"

"Yes!" Chen Zhi nodded lightly.

"What do you think now?" Baoping asked,

"Do we still have anyone available?

The descendants of the gods are extremely difficult to find, and even if they are found, they may not necessarily submit to us.

Those god descendants who fiddled with time are gone, and the man named Zhu Lin doesn't seem to want to help us either.

If she...",
When Bao Ping said this, he seemed a little awkward. After a pause, he continued,

"If that thing comes out again in three years.

He will find us first. At that time, do you think you can deal with it with your ability?
I know that you are a person who is good at calculating. According to your current estimate of your own strength, how much chance do you have of winning! "

"There is no chance of winning!",
Chen Zhi's tone was very affirmative. He looked at Bao Ping with a very serious expression.

"Boss, that's why I've been talking to you!

We must now face a reality, that is, the problem of survival.

The strength gap between us and the Empress of Hades is too great, and this gap is in nature.

On a biological level, she is a completely different creature from us.

It is now sealed in Changbai Mountain, but its anger is increasing every day, and when it finally breaks free, it will lose all humanity and reason.

The things at that time were very terrifying, and they were definitely not something that humans or descendants of gods could deal with. "

"Ok……",
Listening to Chen Zhi's words silently, Bao Ping frowned tightly,
"It turns out that besides your Jiang family, there are other ways to confer gods.

So what level of God is she sure of now? "

"The level is very high, second only to the location of the three ancient gods",
Chen Zhi replied,
"The ranks of the world of gods are very clear, and they pay attention to bloodlines.

A real god can defeat thousands or even tens of thousands of god descendants. This kind of contest is not fair at all.

In the eyes of gods, demigods are very humble, but in fact they are not much different from humans!
During this period of time, I have been thinking about this matter, how to face things after three years.

In fact, if we think about it carefully, it is the legendary Romance of the Gods, Jiang Ziya in the past also relied on the hands of many gods to win the war against King Wu! "

"So you want to enshrine some new gods yourself, and take them under your command for the decisive battle three years later, right?"
Bao Ping looked up at Chen Zhi.

"Fengshen was originally the head of your Jiang family, but since Jiang Ziya, no patriarch has been able to confer gods.

Have you mastered the secret of conferring gods? "

"Now it seems that it is impossible to confer the gods!",
Chen Zhi shook his head gently,
"The ability to confer gods requires the special permission of the emperor, unless I can go back tens of thousands of years ago and let the ancient Fuxi clan grant me this right!

Otherwise, there is absolutely no possibility of becoming a god..."

"Don't be too discouraged, there is always a way to think of...",
Bao Ping said indifferently and calmly,
"We are all people who have seen life and death, so we don't have to take everything too seriously, just go with the flow and work hard.

And even if we fail after three years, the result is nothing more than death, no big deal!
But I think...",
When Bao Ping said this, he lit a cigarette again and tapped on the ashtray.

"The throne of the human world adopts the system of succession from father to son!

The successor king is basically identified by the superior monarch, or establishes a direct lineage.

Of course, I don't know much about the world of the gods, but I think the throne of the gods and spirits should also be followed by someone. Could it be that there is no successor?
If the Emperor didn't appoint an heir while he was alive, could this kind of power be passed on naturally?Just like your Jiang family's strength! "

What Bao Ping said suddenly reminded Chen Zhi.

During this period of time, Chen Zhi has been thinking very limitedly, and the fixed logic has been circulating in his mind, and he has never thought about this level.

The words Bao Ping said suddenly opened his mind and reminded him of the melodious sound of the piano in the vast bamboo sea.

"I have to think about this matter carefully..."

"Don't think too much..." Bao Ping patted his shoulder,

"In fact, some things we find difficult because the timing is not enough.

When the time comes, it may be very simple! "

"Um!",
Chen Zhi answered silently with his head down, then he raised his head and looked at Bao Ping.

"That... about Mu He, I'm really sorry, I was too careless at the time!"

"There is no need to mention these anymore...",
Bao Ping waved his hand lightly, and frowned slightly, expressing that he didn't want to listen anymore.
"There is no need to worry about things that cannot be changed. People who have already died don't need to mention them again!
Now we have to be stronger and stop being swayed by emotions like feelings.

It was my mistake to go to the underworld this time, which caused heavy losses to the organization, and many people left...

But I will never make this mistake again! ",
After Bao Ping finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly he remembered something, turned around,
"Ji Yang's body is gone, but his knife is brought back.

Xiqi will hold a large funeral for him tomorrow, and he will be buried in the mausoleum of the Ji family as the chief martial artist.
Tomorrow, you come to see him off for the last time..."

　I only have one today, I didn’t sleep yesterday, I was so sleepy.The second part is coming to an end, don't worry everyone, the wonderful finale is coming soon, and then I will write the third part.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)