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

Like all people with this name, Mustafa is a prince who fled from the Saudi region - don't get me wrong, there are almost a lot of descendants of princes in the Saudi region, the only difference is whether you have money.

Sometimes a descendant of a prince who is so downcast that he has no title will even sell his title of nobility to a wealthy businessman. As long as he is certified, he will become a real "noble".

It's hard to tell if Mustafa's name is true or false, but his style is full, which is not surprising, because he is one of the few in Algiers who can stand up to the official colonial forces and the National Liberation Front. People who can talk.

Even at certain times, the official colonial forces and the National Liberation Front will use him to communicate and communicate with each other, and release certain tone.

The exile's smuggler friend signed a long-term supply relationship with Mustafa. After making some exchanges of interests, Mustafa promised to help the exile and her accomplices forge goods in Algiers. A proof of identity.

"But, friend Snyder, this is not part of our business." The chubby Mustafa raised a finger with a gemstone ring and said sincerely, "You were assassinated by the National Liberation Front, This is true, but you still took those two treasures."

Mustafa may have some understanding of the mysterious world, but he doesn't understand it deeply. To him, strange things are just some rare antiques.

So he didn't quite understand why the spokesperson of the National Liberation Front would be so angry with the exiles—the two miraculous objects of mind could have been a great boost to the organization, or they could be used to hold promotion ceremonies. Achieving a new transcendent.

Falling into the hands of exiles means not getting it back.

As expected, the exile's brows frowned. She looked at Mustafa's fat face and said, "How can this be true?"

Mustafa shook his head: "Don't be nervous, they don't intend to arrest you."

The implication is that the previously promised aid has been canceled and all have become empty checks. At least in Algiers, the National Liberation Front will not be their help.

The exile didn't speak. She felt that some kind of conspiracy was opening after all this—someone had made this net, waiting for her to jump into it.

"How can this be? This is too unreasonable."

Xing Tiao said in disbelief that after a half-day of events, her goodwill towards the National Liberation Front was gone.

For her, Mustafa did not have the kind face he had when he was an exile: "Don't make a bad face with me, little girl, you should let your father or brother speak."

"You should learn to wrap your face in a turban so that you may not be stoned to death one day."

"Enough, Mustafa." The exile reached out to stop Mustafa's words, "I don't want to hear similar words again."

"She's my friend, if there is another behavior that insults my friend...then I can only work harder."

After all, the Exile was the former prince of the Liquidator. Just an hour ago, he resisted the curse and killed four musicians, including two third-mark transcendents.

In this regard, Mustafa could only give in with a sly smile, and he immediately turned his gaze to Li Lin, who was staring blankly at the void.

As the only male among the people present, Li Lin had already attracted the attention of Mustafa.

"Who is this......?"

"Melina, you have no heart!"

Li Lin, who seemed to be staring at nothing but staring blankly at the green tabletop, suddenly yelled, scaring Mustafa almost fell off his chair.

"you!"

Li Lin woke up like a dream, turned his head and shouted: "Why are you shouting so loudly!"

Mustafa's face turned pale with anger, who was yelling so loudly? !For a moment, he became a little restless, and after a brief stalemate, he let out a cold snort and walked away.

He was afraid that he would suffer from high blood pressure if he stayed any longer.

After Mustafa left, the very winking attendants quietly stepped forward and placed a drafted real estate contract in front of them. As long as they signed it, the real estate under Mustafa's name would be transferred to the exiles.

The exile looked at it, but didn't say anything, and raised his hand to sign.

The residence that Mustafa arranged for them was an office-sized apartment, which was absolutely impossible to live in under normal circumstances, but Wilding's box perfectly solved the problem of too small a space.

......

Their apartment is still in the Kasbah area, and compared with Mustafa's rich man's villa, the apartment rooms here are smaller and cramped.

But this is not the point.

The exile said in a low voice: "I suspect that the liquidator is cutting our property through the prior layout."

The liquidators are not all reckless men who yell to fight and kill. To be precise, this is only a part of them. There are still quite a few people who will not face the enemy head-on. Various networks harass and weaken the liquidator's targets and enemies in every possible way, including but not limited to: stealing, sending auditors to conduct continuous spot checks, confiscating property, encouraging gangsters to harass, and so on.

Anyway, how can it be disgusting.

The exiles knew that there was a liquidator here in Algiers, but they did not expect that the liquidator here turned out to be a strategist who compiled a network.

In fact, it was quite normal. After all, Algiers was located in Africa. It was not that simple to mobilize a team of liquidators specializing in combat to enter the city, and it was very easy to cause riots by local religious forces.

"Then we can't join the National Liberation Front." The exiles characterized their behavior in Algiers. "This time, we directly surrendered to the colonists from France. I will directly use my time to buy them off!"

The corner of the exile's mouth curled up slightly, showing a chilling smile: "Those little bitches can't offer such a high price!"

It's not like she doesn't know the dog-eat-dog strategy.

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It has to be said that although the French are breastfed to various degrees, their style is really full.

Li Lin and the others let alone go inside the governor's mansion, even if they stayed close to the outer wall of the governor's mansion for too long, they would be questioned by the patrolmen.

This is because most of them are white. If someone approached with a hat and a turban, he would have been dragged out and shot for 5 minutes.

What's more, they are knowing that the enemy is in the dark, and the liquidator lurking in the dark is likely to be disturbed by their next move. Before confirming his true identity, this kind of action with little possibility of success is absolutely impossible. Shouldn't be there.

"To meet the real person in power, we must first establish a relationship with the official. Today we will rest first, and tomorrow morning we will go out to explore separately... Oh, by the way, once we encounter special circumstances, we must be the first time Resistance, our safety is paramount."

In terms of actual operation, the exile's ability is far superior to others.

As the night fell and the city of Algiers was covered with starlight, everyone's first night on land was not so calm.

Starbow fell asleep very late, and Wilding stared at the ceiling all the time and couldn't fall asleep. The exile's sleep was very light, and it seemed that a little wind and grass would wake her up.

Only Li Lin, who was sleeping against the wall, hugged Nian Tuanzi, sleeping soundly and heartlessly.

......

Li Lin and Nian's consciousness rose into Mansu together, and a vast and boundless starlight appeared in front of their eyes again—it was the border of Mansu, countless fragments and tributaries of history, and the angle between many times and possibilities.

For those who enter Mansu for the first time, this frontier never existed. They will be dragged by sensual passion to walk on the road of moonlight until they are submerged in the forest.

Everyone has at least two chances to visit Mansu in their life, and one of them is when they die.

For those who know Mansu better, every time they cross the border of Mansu, it is actually a difficult and tortuous journey.

——The named ones in the woodland often prey on those immortals who stray into the woodland; Even the shadow of a person will be killed; the river in the higher painting is directly connected to the lightless sea where the dead and aliens are destined to return; just two steps up the blade ladder can make people painful enough to leave permanent scars on the spirit body. ... Not to mention that at the highest point of Mansu, the blazing light shines majestically, melting all the things that dare to look directly at it.

Fortunately, Li Lin's dark green desktop seems to have a lot of background, and Nian is a dignitary in Mansu.

Beings with a higher status than them did not have the time to block their way, and those with a lower status quickly backed away, for fear of being directly crushed to pieces in front of the road.

The moment Li Lin and Nian passed through the wall of starlight, their spiritual bodies showed different appearances.

Nian's body suddenly elongated from the small round ball, and amidst the clang of gold and iron, he turned back into the girl with white hair, red horns and purple pupils.

Li Lin's spiritual body is more grotesque than Nian's. His human figure collapsed in an instant through the starlight, and then countless metals were sprayed out from the collapsed singularity—these metals and machines were bound together by some kind of force, Then they are riveted and connected to each other to form a huge lever and gear mechanism.

These mechanical structures are connected at unfathomable angles to form a sphere the size of a half-man.

"I'm a ball?" Li Lin expressed his indignation. After entering Mansu, he and Nian's state was reversed.

However, the emotion of anger came and went quickly, and Li Lin quickly felt a certain sense of novelty. He circled Nian in amazement: "Do you think I look like a human?"

"To me, you look like a 1.4-meter-five blond maid with nine tails and a little fox maid."

Nian yawned, hugged Li Lin and flew higher and higher in the cobalt blue light, and finally landed lightly in front of the shrine overgrown with weeds.

No one else was summoned, only Raiden Zhen, who had been staying here, came out to greet them.

Li Lin clicked his tongue lightly, Lei Dianzhen was a house girl when she was in Tivat, and she is also a house girl here, which is really a tearful craftsman spirit.

However, Lei Dian was a little shocked by Li Lin's spiritual body, probably because she had never seen Li Lin like this before.

"This is you at the time of the third imprint."

Nian turned around and said to Li Lin, his blue-purple pupils full of determination and understanding, "All extraordinary beings must make a choice when entering the third mark. They are willing to spend a lot of time at this stage to answer the question of the Bucks." The riddle raised by the gate, and become an all-nighter who is qualified to climb upright in Mansu..."

"It's better to give up this opportunity, let the desire to ascend devour yourself, be infected by the ambition of the Void Origin Sichen Swinging Spider, alienate the spirit body, and finally pass through the gate of Mansu completely as a different species, thus abandoning the old self."

This is why the immortals say that if you don't become a master, you will forever lose the qualification to pass through the three-pointed gate.

Only those who are allowed to know the real secret of Mansu can control the alienated spirit body through Si Chen's touch, and thus complete the ascension path, enter Mansu with dignity, and become a long-lived person.

"Damn it, why isn't that old fellow Gribe exploding the gold coins?" Li Lin said that sooner or later, Gribe, who was guarding the Bucks Gate, would be stabbed.

The reason why the Gate of the Bucks got its name is because of the existence of guarding the Gate of Mansu, it is a huge stag named Gribe. The Named One was destroyed in the war between Xin Sichen and the ancient gods, leaving only his head.

Li Lin's description of this is Man Su Wu Zixu.

Losing the ability to make love in the bed, and also lost the ability to move, Gribe's mentality is somewhat abnormal-this is like the eunuchs in ancient Chinese factories, where physical disabilities brought about psychological ones. abnormal.

Gribe is limited by Sichen's law and cannot attack those who understand, but he has the authority to open the door of the stag. Unless the new apprentice can answer Gribe's riddle about Mansu, Gribe will just won't open the door.

Since the beginning of history, I don’t know how many talented apprentices have fallen in front of Gribe, the old riddleman. Some of them have spent their lives in front of the stag’s gate, and some have simply given up their ascension and devoted themselves to serving the affairs of the order. , and some directly lost control and became aliens who walked in evil ways.

The ministers seemed to be happy with this, and they simply regarded it as a kind of school examination mechanism-the one who could answer the riddle of Gribe must be a talent picked out of hundreds of millions, and the admission of such a Smart people become immortals, and Mansu will only become stronger.

"Is there a relationship?" Li Lin asked unwillingly.

"The answer is yes." Nian shrugged, "But for Si Chen's descendants, the Bucks Gate is not an obstacle."

Nian seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Li Lin: "Actually, you don't need to worry at all, because the Si Chen who protects you is a double-horned axe."

"Gribe is the signer of the two-horned axe."

292 Come out and guess the riddle!

Things suddenly became joyful, and the secret religion headquarters was also filled with a happy atmosphere.

When you are about to work hard for the imperial examination, but find that someone has gone through the back door by relying on your relationship, you will definitely be filled with righteous indignation at this time; but when you yourself are a related household, all this becomes so humane and reasonable.

"It's even more than that." Nian said coaxingly, and it didn't look like she was trying to support the fire. "I asked Baldomen and Mr. Crucible. Before you, no one had ever received Si Chen's message like this. pet."

"Simply, you are like the son of the two-horned axe."

If this is a game, then Li Lin should now have a glittering title on his head: the son of the two-horned axe.

In an instant, he realized that his back was against the mountain, and Li Lin suddenly became arrogant and arrogant.

He dared to act mischievously without any background, but now that he knew that he was the object of protection of the double-horned axe, he became even more lawless.

"Wait, I remember that the double-horned ax seems to be a female minister..." Li Lin's thoughts gradually drifted away, and his thoughts began to slide into an irreversible abyss.

Nian saw that Li Lin was thinking wrong again: "How about we go to the Bucks Gate first?"

In Mansu, immortals with authority can go to any place, and they can transfer through gathering points, as simple as buying a gun at a convenience store on the roadside in the United States.

Usually, the gathering point belongs only to the steers and the signees, and Nian is also given the power to travel through the gathering point because he is favored by all the casting masters.

The fuzzy mosaic-like material rises from the arms of the year, and then becomes more and more overlapping. The space and time in Mansu have been changing all the time, and the will of the year frames a specific space, and then the time is also determined. .

This is the application of casting—the year casts a temporary pillar of space.

From the other end of the space, cobalt blue light came out, which symbolized that the road to the Mansu Central Axis Gathering Point had been opened.

Nian took Li Lin's "arm" and walked through the widened and reinforced space channel together. At that moment, the surrounding light seemed to stagnate suddenly and turned into a solidified fog, presenting a magnificent and grotesque shape in his consciousness .

Mansu has no directions of front, back, left, or right, but has a relative concept of up and down and a central axis as a scale.The higher you go, the closer you are to the glow, and the lower you go, the closer you are to death. It is said that even the concept of death dies in the lowermost realm.

The gathering point is actually the meridian of Mansu. Stupid apprentices who sneak into it will get lost and out of control in the ever-changing shape of the gathering point. It is the death brought about by looking directly at the huge mystery.

Fortunately, they didn't meet the signee who jumped out to block the way this time, nor did Si Chen come out to show his presence.

It took only a moment to pass through the gathering point. When the cobalt blue light dissipated, the scene in front of us had changed into a field overgrown with wild grass. The withered yellow grass leaves trembled and swayed in the wind, and a rugged path meandered towards the mountain. At the end of the wilderness, on a raised hill, stood a pair of huge golden antlers.

This small road is empty and deserted, and it seems long, but in fact it arrives in a blink of an eye—everything in Mansu exists based on subjective ideas.

A door suddenly appeared at the end of sight.

It stands to reason that the surroundings are endless, and without this door, you can go around from other directions, but this is a dream, no matter how you change the direction, this door will just block you in front of you, even the thought of "going around" Also gone.

When this door appeared, all the apprentices had only one thought in mind: to open it.

But is it possible?

Cobalt blue light floated in front of my eyes like mist, and passed over the scarred door. Huge bloody, spiked antlers lay in front of the door, serving as a barricade. The rotting heads of the dead lie in the pit.

This is a golden deer head, his jaw is broken, but even so, his volume is almost as high as this door, and the two antlers should have been chopped off a long time ago, but now the deer head is rotten Hot blood was still gurgling from the top of his head.

This is Gribe the Named, who was the Named of the Two-horned Axe, and though he avoided death, he has been lying here since the beginning of history, enduring unspeakable torment, and it is a tribute to him in the Fleshstone Punishment for defeat in battle.

And not only he was punished, all the gates of Mansu were weeping because of defeat, at least the Buck's Gate suffered the same fate as Gribe - it was broken long ago, and its scars are still there. Not healed.

The thick mist covered his rotten face. As the oldest group of masters in Mansu and the only surviving signers before the Great War, Gribe still wanted to save face, but even so, those sad golden pupils still looked like Watching Li Lin and Nian like a bright light.