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

Please take a leave, a little Calvin, and talk about your feelings by the way

The code word is in the middle of the night, and it is a bit stuck. There seems to be a problem with the arrangement of the next chapters. I have to modify it. It will not be updated tomorrow. The status is not very good, please forgive me.

The new computer has arrived, and the savior is really fun. Now wait for the old man ring to get a discount.

I feel that the response of the Esoteric Book is not as good as that of other worlds. I am considering whether to speed up the pace of the plot. The next volume will be a mixture of the world of Godslayer and the world of Valkyrie at the end. Well, naturally it does not talk about martial arts.

Today I also found a new book about what it is like to be a saint, which is very beautiful.

Recently, the luck of drawing cards is not very good. For two or three hundred stones in Morgan Pool, there are only two Gao Wen and one Yao Cui. Yuan Shen is even more heavyweight.

That's it for now, take a day off for a change of thinking.

297 What triangular trade

If the Aleppo people's attitude towards the exiles can only be regarded as ordinary friends, then their attitude towards Li Lin is respect.

Even Li Lin had some doubts about his detestable behavior, and what caused this immortal to feel awe towards him.

"Compared to the exiles, I think you are more sure of your future path, and several Sichen have already invested in you. In other words, your destiny is unstoppable, and nothing can stop your arrival."

The Aleppo man said in a daze.

"Even if it's Si Chen?" the exile jokingly said.

"Even if it's Si Chen."

Unexpectedly, the Aleppo people nodded firmly, with a look of conviction on their faces, and it seemed that they would soon take out the yellow robe of the Meituan delivery staff from under their buttocks and put it on Li Lin.

"The Hours fight each other in the Mansus, and their wills manifest in the Waking World."

The Aleppo man shook his head, as if he kept secret about it, "Anyway, I took one thing away, because the exiles in another history needed such things, so in order to compensate, he asked me to give this thing to you."

He took out a handful of messy and wrinkled manuscripts from his coat pocket. The surface of these manuscripts had bright yellow stamps, and in the upper right corner of the top one, there was a sun-shaped logo.

The Aleppo people handed these manuscripts to Li Lin, as if they were handing straw paper to a good brother in the toilet next door.

Li Lin lowered his head, and the text was displayed in the data field of view.

[Handed down strange thing: the remaining pages of "Book of the Scorching Sun"]

【Sex: lamp, cup】

[Sexual appearance: remnants of painting.The original direction of history is not like this, there are still things left, and their traces are far more than imagined. 】

[A gift from someone who is no longer the same person. 】

[Phase: Comfortable.There are some things that property cannot buy, and this is just one of them. 】

[Remnants of the ornately illustrated manuscript, torn from the original bound volume for sale separately.Can't read the above language - Persian?Arabic?But somehow, it was able to read the sentences in bright enough light.Disputes between Sichens, hidden bloodlines, secrets that destroy loyalty... Maybe not much practical information, but there is something about "the voice that sharpens the soul". 】

Another overpainting remnant.

But different from the previous overpainting remnants, this one is incomplete.

The Aleppo men produced a total of nine manuscripts.

"So what exactly did you take?"

The exile asks uneasily that the more precious the Aleppo is giving in return at this moment, the more she cares about what the Aleppo is taking.

"...is a weapon you deserved, but now I have taken it." The Aleppo man seemed hesitant to tell the secret, but finally came clean, and he didn't want to be killed at this time. On the other hand, he had a grudge with Li Lin, "It was once a weapon used by a named person, and it should have fallen into your hands at this time."

"Which named person?" The exile's voice was unusually calm, as if he didn't care about what he had lost.

She knew that it was pointless to argue with the Aleppo people, and the other party's respect was not for her.

"Peed."

This is a person who is subordinate to the colonel. It is said that he was an alcoholic doctor in Arabia. It is also said that he is the incarnation of all the mosquitoes in the world. People who cut their arteries with a scalpel will not die immediately, but can only watch. Watching his blood flow from the wound.

The Exile knew his name, or her archenemy had told her about it once.

But in exile, the exile heard Bede's name in more places - in Italian Orthodox churches, in churches where the faith was worshipped, in small shrines on the side of the road that were not cleaned.

In those who have a devout population, Bede has another name: St. Peter.

In the classics of the Orthodox Church, he followed the Messiah to spread the faith. After the Messiah opened his body in an extremely shocking and horrific ceremony, he was martyred and died. It is said that he believed that his brilliance could not compete with the Messiah. Sai Ya was the equal, so he asked the Romans to crucify him upside down.

"Yes." The Aleppo people seemed reluctant to say more about this. "This is the scalpel Bede used when he was a mortal. It can prevent the victim's wounds from healing for a long time, and at the same time, it will bring serious consequences to the user. The author and the victim had strong feelings of alcoholism. But I can guarantee that it is not a remnant of an overpainting."

From this perspective, the exiles even took advantage.

"But I still have something to say about this "Book of the Scorching Sun." The Aleppo man paused, "This is a relic from before the sun split. It must be the most precious thing, just like the sun is divided into four, this treasure that records the truth of the golden age is also divided into four..."

"Melina, why are you avoiding me!" Li Lin's illness came suddenly.

"...In short, if you find four manuscripts and put them together, you can restore the "Book of the Sun." The figure of the Aleppo man gradually faded like ink, as if something was forcibly Erase his traces.

"I don't have much time to stay here, so two, someone will leave for the time being."

The body of the Immortal dissipated like mist, starting from his hat, his body became a spreading ink stain inch by inch, like a drop of water falling in a barrenness, it shattered into thousands of pieces Tiny traces no longer exist.

The only things that can prove that there was an immortal here a second ago are the broken pages of the "Book of the Sun" on Li Lin's dark green table, and the food on the table that has only been touched for a few bites.

The exile smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's not a loss. After all, you gave me a weapon before..."

She froze and couldn't continue talking.

The Demon King's Blade was given to him by Li Lin. After he got the Demon King's Blade, the Aleppo people came here in advance, took away the Bede's Blade that belonged to them, and at the same time gave a quarter of the Demon King's Blade to him. The remaining pages of the Book of the Sun were given to Li Lin as compensation.

Like an interlocking knot.

And what is the purpose of the Aleppo people?

She took out the note. The handwriting on the paper was exactly the same as hers. It was very simple to forge two notes with the same handwriting, but the exile was very sure that it was his own handwriting.

Because no one dares to pretend to be a long-lived person and forge correspondence.

The exile's eyes fell on the bright red wax paint at the end of the note. The coat of arms on it was magnificent and simple. It was a lion with a beard and hair and a mane like a flame. 7 [-], [-], [-] [-]

That is the emblem of the Eternal Soldier belonging to Sichen Lionsmith.

As Dr. Ibn Adim said - in another, brighter and greater history, another immortal who has ascended to become the lionsmith.

298 Death from Laughing, He Really Wants to Teach Us

After this kind of incident, Li Lin has no pressure, but the exiles can't eat anymore.

The self in another history may not necessarily agree with the self in this history.

The exile sneered and held the note in his fist. After a moment, only an inch of dim gray remained.

Now the way of ascension she chooses is not to force Defoer to ascend together, but to look for remnants of the overpainting, and to sacrifice to Sichen Siwu through Ligeia's path, through her own blood of the earth, Become a blood-born immortal who is secretly sheltered.

In other words, no matter whether you kill Defoer or not, it will have no effect on her ascension process, because under the power of Si Wu, it is impossible for Defoer to even find traces of her.

"We're going to the Governor's Mansion now." The exile sighed.

The appearance of Ibn Adim has already disrupted her plan. As he said, her harvest has been taken away in advance, and it is meaningless to go shopping. It is better to go directly to the Governor's Mansion to find someone.

"Go and hang the governor?" Li Lin was always able to say inappropriate words at inappropriate times.

To Li Lin's disappointment, the exiles would not do this. Hanging the governor would cost a price, and she does not decide to launch a rebellion and revolution now. She intends to unite with the governor's office to suppress the National Liberation Front.

It sounds very reactionary.

Not long after they had arrived outside the Governor's Mansion, the guards in charge of guarding the Governor's Mansion had already noticed the two of them walking straight ahead, and blocked the way with a rifle with a bayonet in their hand a few meters away.

"The important place of the Governor's Mansion, those who come will stop."

The exile stepped forward calmly: "We are friends with the governor, Lord Mustafa is also a friend, just like what is said in the Koran, a friend of a friend is also a friend, you should treat him carefully and kindly, if He is a fellow believer in the Lord, so he should treat him like his own brother."

The guards were unmoved. Words alone cannot convince a person at all.

Seeing this, Li Lin took a step forward, poked his finger on the guard's nose, and said arrogantly: "This is the waking world, we are all noble fourth natural disasters, and you are poor npcs, let me know if you are wise... ...."

The exile strangled Li Lin's neck and stepped back: "Sorry to bother you."

It's just that they wanted to leave, but the guards wouldn't let them go so easily. With a gesture, dozens of patrolmen rushed forward, surrounded Li Lin and the exiles with unfriendly smiles.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Li Lin shrunk his neck, turned around without caring about his image, and threw himself into the arms of the guard in front of him. He pointed at the exile and cried sternly: "She forced me to do this. It's all her fault!"

As the saying goes, one who knows the current affairs well is a hero, and I can at least be regarded as the king of heroes if I know the current affairs so well.

Consciously abandoning the dark and turning to the bright, Li Lin, who has a bright future, cried loudly: "It was because I didn't realize the magnificence of everyone before that I was encouraged to come here by this woman's instructions. Now I abandon the dark and turn to the bright, and I am wholeheartedly for the governor!"

The exiles in the crowd looked at Li Lin in confusion, and then couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity in their hearts.

He couldn't really sneak into the guard team just like that, could he?

The guard over there who was entangled with Li Lin was about to push him away angrily, but was stunned when he saw Li Lin's face: "Mingguo people?"

The three words were correct, and Li Lin was so scared that he stopped crying. He raised his head and carefully looked at the scribbled-looking guard in front of him.

That's right, a proper European appearance.

The guard here seemed to have determined through some method that Li Lin was from the Eastern Ming Empire. He quickly released his grip on Li Lin and gave him a French military salute.

"It's a great honor to meet you here, the great citizens of the Ming Empire." The guard's forehead was dripping with crystal sweat. He almost made a move against a Ming Empire just now, which almost caused a big mistake in a diplomatic dispute. .

Once this incident occurs, it will be relatively easy to lose his position, and even the governor may be shaken by the chain reaction.

After all, the great empire named after the sun and the moon chose to participate in the war because an envoy was involved in a gun battle and died. It defeated the Ottoman Empire at that time, and by the way, those restless foreigners in the tribute circle They were beaten up one by one.

If the National Liberation Front made a fuss about this matter, the greedy Ming would be happy to find such an excuse to take over the North African territory of Algiers.

"No, that's okay too?" The exile was dumbfounded seeing Li Lin being surrounded by people and welcoming him into the Governor's Mansion.

Just as she was about to follow in, she was stopped again by two guards—they didn’t shoot the exile this time, but stopped her here politely, fearing that she would have no hope of leaving before Li Lin came out. up.

......

Inside the Governor's Mansion, Li Lin was following the guards, looking left and right from time to time, pointing at the oil paintings on the walls of the Governor's Mansion.

Li Lin's aesthetics have always been very unique. The guards really disagreed, but they didn't dare to compete with Li Lin. The more they talked about it, the easier it was to make mistakes.

Just because they don't provoke Li Lin doesn't mean that Li Lin won't find them.

Master Li's eyes rolled, and his deliberately lowered voice sounded faintly behind their heads: "I have a friend. One day she got up in the morning to go to the toilet and pooped out white feces."

The guards who led the way pretended to be calm on the surface, but they were shocked inwardly, not only because the things Li Lin described were so indecent, but also because of some inhuman curiosity.

Why would anyone be able to pull white shit?

Unknowingly, their attention has been focused on Li Lin.

"I'm also very curious about this. After repeated tortures, I finally learned from her the secret recipe for pulling out white shit!" Li Lin beamed with joy.

"On the first day, drink only water, eat three hundred grams of spinach and one hundred grams of apples."

"The next day, just drink water, plus a polyethylene glycol laxative to flush out the residue in your body."

"On the third day, drink six hundred grams of pure milk."

"On the fourth day, drink [-] grams of pure milk, [-] grams of soy milk, and [-] grams of yogurt."

"On the fifth day, drink [-] grams of pure milk and eat [-] grams of spinach."

"On the sixth day, drink six hundred grams of pure milk and eat one hundred grams of apples, bananas and tofu to lay a good foundation for white poop."

"On the seventh day, drink [-] grams of soy milk and eat [-] grams of spinach."

"On the eighth day, eat [-] grams of potatoes, and then drink [-] grams of pure milk."

"On the ninth day, drink [-] grams of tofu water." Li Linyu said earnestly, "Who would refuse to pull out white shit?"

The guards around were heartbroken. On the one hand, they wanted to say something wrong with Li Lin's steps, but on the other hand, they couldn't find any obvious loopholes. More importantly, some people really wanted to try it.

This is the nature of human beings to seek novelty, to pursue unpredictable changes—it's just that this nature of pursuing change and the unknown was led into the valley by Li Lin.

Fortunately, the governor's private garden is within sight.

299 When the governor comes, there will be a blue sky

The Governor's name is like that described in all classic novels, inheriting a noble name, it seems that if they don't do this, they can't show their noble origin.

The governor of this term took office in Algiers three years ago. His name was Roland. Not only did he not bring a bright future to the locals of Algiers, but he also did not work hard on the matter of suppressing hemp bandits. The essence of fishing.

This also contributed to the arrogance of the Algiers National Liberation Front forces-although the assassination and persecution of foreigners have been less, their power has gradually become deeply rooted. Bit by bit wasted.