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

"Eighth, Silence loves the music of the Viennese Classical School, and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart can make it happy."

"First ⑨, "Silence" hates any form of opera and singing. If you rashly bring it into the opera performance, please play a 10-minute suona for it."

"Tenth, don't use any means to ask anyone about the whereabouts of the seventh rule."

"Eleventh, please do not let human cubs under the age of sixteen see Silence in any way, do not call any of the numbers on Silence, and do not try any of the information published on Silence. Contact information, Silent Bookstore is not responsible for any situation caused by this."

"Twelve, please enjoy all of this."

【Our road is knowledge, our compass is light. 】

"Isn't this a f*cking zoo tale?"

Li Lin still didn't hold back the idea of ​​complaining, turned over the title page, and what came into view was a dynamic poster that took up the entire page:

Golden-red clouds filled the sky, and underneath was a man with eyes as sharp as steel. He was wearing a long trench coat with split cuffs, walking in the desert illuminated by the bloody setting sun.Under the undulating mountains in the distance, a ferocious evil beast lay prone. Its flaming mane was still burning, and a huge wound spread from its forehead to its chest, claiming its life.

The man who looked like a weapon walked over, stepped on the beast's head with his feet, and broke its forelimbs with his bare hands.The strong smell of blood mixed with the scalding air hits the face.

After Li Lin turned the page, a paragraph of bold and bold text emerged from the blank page: The father-daughter battle spreading across the mysterious world of Europe is still going on!The leader of the liquidators who bought and sold life, "Defore", has gone to five cities.

66 Have you smoked both pink hairs?

What kind of underworld organization that buys and sells lifespan... Are all the members of your energetic group pulled up to their chests, wearing black-framed glasses, reciting a poem every now and then, do you know how violent you are?

Li Lin, who had an inexplicable urge to recite poetry, turned his attention to the publication in his hand. Neat words gradually appeared on the plain white paper, and animations began to load on the other side.

"The father-daughter battle affecting the entire European mysterious world is still going on, and Defoer rarely takes action in person, but in the five cities, he almost caught the tail of the exiles... However, some mistakes happened, when he When we arrived at the Five Cities, there was only a group of enraged feasting beasts."

In the myths and legends of the Mesopotamia, the Feasting Beast is also called Ulidim, which means an angry lion. Their blood temperature can reach [-] degrees and are highly poisonous. When they hunt their prey, their hair will swell. Burning, like a ball of living fire, naturally these flames also contain highly poisonous.

When Ulidim exists for more than a certain number of years, its fur will become brighter, and it will bring up clouds and lightning when it runs. People in Mesopotamia call it "Ugal", which means a lion-headed storm demon. , because when it is angry, it can even drastically change the sky.

All of these had been the creation of Sichen Lionsmith, whose name is the God of Forging Monsters, and who had long crafted monsters to fight against the Colonel's legions of the undead.

There were dozens of Ulidims that fell under Defoer's hands, and there were even two Ugals.Their highly toxic high-temperature blood flows along the arc of the Gobi, melting the sand into a glowing glass.

"Due to the huge turmoil among the liquidators, the lifespan trading network throughout Europe was temporarily paralyzed. Only the exiles still carry 77 years of time. Before the real result of the war comes, the odds of the two sides are very different."

The two red lines quickly extended from the origin, and the liquidator leader Defoe who killed dozens of feasting beasts with his bare hands had a mediocre odds, but even so, the number of bets on him was still increasing.

"Silence" seems to be deliberately provoking this confrontational game.

The left page of the book is a middle-aged man with a face as firm as steel under the bloody setting sun. He is holding the head of a banquet beast and wearing a hat shaped like a military cap. Iron-gray hair leaks from the brim of the hat, and his burning pupils stare at him. Looking at the readers in front of him, he grinned and drank the blood from the feasting beast's throat. The poisonous blood that could corrode Gobi flowed through the rough skin without leaving a trace.

The page on the right is a photo of the exile in the past. At that time, she still had long dark green hair, which was simply tied into a ponytail behind her head. Compared with her father, her petite figure was like a soft feather , she obediently wore the black suit of the liquidator organization, with only a red crested ibis tail feather inserted on her chest, like a flickering fire in the dark night.

The exile pursed her lips and lifted the heavy pistol for her. The handle of the gun was decorated with pearls and ivory. Her pupils were as thick as blood that could not be melted. With the movement, the neckline of the liquidator's black suit Slightly open, a string of cheap pearl necklaces around the neck gleamed dazzlingly in the sun.

Compared to Defoe, the leader of the liquidators, the odds against the exile were frighteningly high, and few people would take a fancy to her. Only a few gamblers who had lost their sights wanted to make a comeback and put all their money on her.

Li Lin rubbed his fingers, engraved the appearance of the exile in his mind, and then turned to the next page.

The next page is the large reward notice published by the liquidator organization, which is also dynamic, accompanied by the smell of burning ashes.

[A request. 】

Under the wanted order of the exile, there is only such a line of bloody words.

Compared with the previous photo in the past, the exile has changed her appearance on the wanted notice: she has short 20th-century pinup hair, and her pupils are a little brighter.She still wears the same suit she used to wear when she fled from the Liquidator, only instead of buttoning every single button it used to leave it open to reveal a large expanse of white skin, she still loves feathers and cheap clothes as she used to Pearl necklaces, these things adorned her petite body like a ragged dress.

There is a faint smile on her face, and the aroma of citrus is lingering on her body.Just like that, aiming the muzzle at a certain place, sending someone a wither.

The exiles had last been seen two months ago in Granada, a city in southern Spain at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, at the confluence of the Darjo and Genil rivers, where the air is cold and clean, the silence is White streets, verdant terraces and mountains overlooking everything.

She probably loved the environment there, so she stayed there for too long. Someone met her at the entrance of a gallery in Granada and took a picture of her appearance.

Although the exiles quickly shot and killed the reckless informant, her traces had been exposed. In just one day, dozens of liquidators entered Granada from surrounding countries and cities. Fortunately, the exile The reporter was very vigilant. She abandoned almost all her property at once, packed lightly and left the city overnight.

In this issue, the pages of the liquidator's father and daughter alone took up many pages, and Li Lin had reason to suspect that the liquidator was playing the list maliciously.

Fortunately, the liquidator's page has passed, and the next page is a paper analyzing history.

Starting from the discussion of the Battle of Issus, the author envisages a possibility: If Alexander the Great and Darius III did not finish the final decisive battle in the Battle of Issus, which determined the fate of the two empires, or because of various obstacles , Alexander the Great did not hit the Persian Empire at all, then the direction of history will be different.

It is very likely that a thousand-year earthly empire will be born in the geographical center of the world, spanning Europe, Asia and Africa.

To tell the truth, Li Lin can write a hundred or eighty articles on this kind of paper, such as "He Changed England", "Charlemagne at the Turning Point of History"... such as "If Zhuge Liang was given [-] million packets of instant noodles, Questions such as whether the Northern Expedition can successfully revive the Han Dynasty" and "if you give the Song Dynasty [-] supporters, can Maxim push the grasslands across the grassland" are everywhere.

Li Lin took a closer look at the author's name and title: Natalia Long, Ph.D. in history, invited by the London Anti-Suppression Bureau.

It turned out to be Dr. Long, a very tricky famous detective in the game. That's okay. With the identity of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, let alone a paper, even if you write ten papers, you don't have to worry about it.

But since there is a lesson learned from an academic moth like Dr. Long, can I do it myself?You can earn both money and fame by submitting articles, so why not do it.

The next section is a rough introduction to the Esoteric Tradition.

All knowledge in the world has its source, and knowledge has power, and these powers divide them into layers and classes.

From low to high are broken chapters, fragmented canon, pseudo-canon, canon.

There are only three levels of broken chapter secret biography at most, and the front and rear are seriously disconnected, so they can only be promoted a few times;

The rarity of the residual code secrets is far greater than the former. Generally speaking, the secrets held by most immortals are of the residual code level. It has a relatively complete system and corresponding rituals. Among them, the high-level secrets have five levels or even Level [-];

Pseudo-class secrets are held by the signees. These secrets not only have a complete system from level [-] to level [-], but also complete rituals. They are called pseudo-codes only because there is a Si Chen on their heads.

As long as Si Chen survives for a day, the canons belonging to the thirty otherworldly gods will not be judged false, and those knowledge will be valid forever.

"Isn't this the level of drawing cards?" Li Lin suddenly realized, and then there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

By the way, why is such an important setting released so late...?

67 As long as you love me, you don't count as looking for a gunman

Li Lin didn't go out for the next few days, which was a good thing for the tortured disciples of the Hand of Reshaping.

In the room, Master Li dropped the pen in his hand again. As a serious procrastinator and a retired player at the Vienna National Treasure level, it took him nearly an hour to write about [-] words. Most of the time, Li Lin was addicted to dark green On the desktop and on Silence.

The plaything belongs to the one who has lost his mind.

The forget-me-not frowned slightly outside the door. Li Lin's abnormal not going out brought him a little uneasiness, especially after knowing that Li Lin was marked by a certain immortal, he even took the initiative to stop the real-time monitoring of Li Lin. Future revenge.

Forget-me-nots who don't know Li Lin at all don't know that Li Lin's revenge is somehow more terrifying than the immortals.

"Zhuo, stop writing!"

The angry Li Lin once again balled up the paper and threw it into the trash can. Suddenly he thought of his long-lost patron Alan Dickens, and his eyes lit up.

Excited, Li Lin opened the door and saw the forget-me-not leaning on the railing not far away, his thin body was like a water lotus, shy and unbearable in the cool breeze.

Li Lin walked over and took out the crowbar and stabbed the forget-me-not's buttocks directly. The forget-me-not who was making a concave shape on the side of the railing jumped away in an instant.

Ever since Li Lin came to the Walden Pond Bar, the forget-me-nots that had been maintained for decades quickly lost their demeanor in just a few days.

"I want to go out."

Li Lin yelled.

Forget-me-not took a deep breath: "If you want to go out, you can just say so, and you don't need to use these radical behaviors." Coercive behaviors are not effective for Li Lin, so we have to use gentle means to make Li Lin take the initiative to take the initiative to reshape the hand. Goodwill and a sense of belonging.

Li Lin squinted at him: "Are you okay?" Then he took the forget-me-not and ran away without realizing it.

Outside the newspaper office of the Danube Daily, Benjamin was groping his stomach and standing at a crossroads. He planned to go to the small cafe on the opposite side for lunch. At this time, a figure quickly came to Benjamin from the outside to the inside.

"Hey hey hey hey hey." A very familiar smirk went from far to near and then from near to far, and disappeared before Benjamin had time to react.

Benjamin shivered in fright, and subconsciously thought that Zhuang Gui looked up at the sky, and after seeing that there was nothing unusual around him in the bright sky, he became suspicious and thought that he was under too much pressure and had auditory hallucinations.

He took a step forward, stepped on a banana peel, and slipped suddenly.

At the gate of the newspaper office, Li Lin, who had succeeded in his trickery, smiled and disappeared.

In the newspaper building, Alan Dickens has his own office. As one of the best invited writers in the "Danube Daily" and several other newspapers, Dickens has enough rights to keep improving his treatment.

After catching a passer-by passing by and asking about his destination, Li Lin pushed away from Dickens' office with the few remaining fruit plates.

"Hello, who is Mr. Hunter?" Dickens looked up with a smile on his face, looking quite dignified, "Just in time, my creation of this week has come to an end, and you can see our protagonist soon Showed his talents."

"Great!"

After shouting, Li Lin remembered his purpose of finding Dickens: "Let me ask you, if I gave Darius III [-] Maxim machine guns, would he be able to win the Battle of Issus? Please write an article on this topic Compositions of less than [-] words may be written in any style, except poetry."

The pen in Dickens' hand fell to the table with a clatter, and he looked up at Li Lin blankly, with great doubts in his eyes.

"Or to change the topic, if I support Constantine XI with a thousand tanks in 1453, can I restore the glory of Rome and see the Roman Empire return like lightning? Please use this topic to write an article no less than Compositions of [-] characters, regardless of style, except poetry."

It was some time before Dickens stammered, "I think... the title is very unrealistic in the first place."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think." Li Lin let out a cheap laugh, "So write for me."

Dickens complained distressedly: "But I have just finished writing the manuscript... You know, I don't want to move at all now."

"Damn, you are so lazy. You don't sharpen your writing all the time, and you don't have any idea of ​​creating a masterpiece. I'm—very disappointed. I'm—disappointed. I'm—disappointed .I am disappointed--!"

Repeated four times, each word was accentuated, and each accent was different, enough to see Li Lin's deep love and hatred.

"Okay. Okay. I can write it for you, but the price?" Dickens was defeated in front of one big cake after another drawn by Li Lin. In all fairness, he was still quite interested in the issues Li Lin raised. The absurdity actually has a touch of academic taste, which man doesn't want to play historical deduction?

Li Lin subconsciously said: "Obviously I provided the inspiration and the beginning. As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, you should give me money."

"That's true." Dickens thought for a while, "Then we will split the manuscript fee [-]-[-]?"

"If I have pounds, I will definitely split it [-]-[-] with you." Li Lin boasted. Anyway, "Silence" never pays in pounds and US dollars. The mysterious world has the general equivalent of the mysterious world.

"Row."

Dickens, who was limped by Li Lin, took out his pen and unscrewed the cap, spread out the manuscript paper and started to work: "In three days, you come to my place to pick up the manuscript."

When passing Benjamin's workplace, Li Lin waved his hand and threw another banana peel under his chair.

......

After finding the gunman, Li Lin returned to the Walden Pond Bar with satisfaction, walked away with a plate of fruit under the grievous gaze of the bartender sister at the front desk, locked the doors and windows, and lay down on the bed.

Today is the Mansu Online Gathering Day that was agreed last time, and Li Lin has always kept his word and does not intend to miss the appointment.

Focusing on the dark green desktop raised in front of him, Li Lin dragged [Road: Desolate Sanctuary] again, his consciousness gradually passed through the round darkness, surrounded by the vast colorless starlight, pierced through the Through the flowing cobalt blue night fog and wind, I came back to the grassy hilltop clearing.

At this time, there was no one here except Li Lin.

He picked up the three cards on the table and threw them to the open space in front of him.

......

Tomorrow's Arkworld, Terra Land, Chernoborg core area.

Tallulah was lying on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling above her head. Suddenly, colorless starlight rose from all around, wrapping her body in it. When I opened my eyes, the strange but familiar open space on the top of the mountain and the ruins of the collapsed temple reappeared in front of my eyes.

The difference from last time is that everyone present was covered by a layer of cobalt blue night mist, which perfectly covered everyone's appearance. The mist in Mansu seemed to have a secret special effect, so that No matter how concentrated Tallulah was, she couldn't discern any familiar features from the person in front of her.

At this moment, the figure covered in the cobalt blue night mist opposite Tallulah suddenly spoke.

"I want to tell you a sad thing. The name of our party has already been taken by someone. Fortunately, it is a secret sect, and no one will be stupid enough to apply for a patent."

He paused at this point: "So it's still too late for us to change our name to Tarot Society, really."

Well, this guy is definitely Li Lin.

68 Mansu Online Gathering

"Come on, I'm a kingslayer." Li Linzhang came right away.

The figure standing to the left of Tallulah jumped up and hit Li Lin: "Don't use my code name to do bad things!"

Although in the hidden state, the body, appearance and voice become unrecognizable, but the unique way of speaking still allows Tallulah to recognize each other... Maybe if there are more people, the difficulty of recognition will be greater. geometric growth.

Nian is quite curious about this effect: "This is secret... Isn't this the power of the God of Hidden and Mist? I remember that He seems to have a nameless person in this world who can also exercise secret power .”

Among the thirty extant Sichens, the Sichen that rules at 2 o'clock in the night is the silk tree, also known as the dark flax, and the domain he controls is the heart and the moth.

There is a phrase "God of Concealment and Mist" in Si Wu's honorable name, which actually refers to the fact that he possesses secret authority.

"Can secrets be used in this world?" She turned her head and asked Li Lin, "If it is in this world, enough secrets can allow you to do a lot of things. As for the reshaping hand you just mentioned-there is also a peace in this world. Our organization with the same name?"

"The answer is no, but I can go back and give it a try." Li Lin replied, "I suggest that we stop calling it the Hand of Reshaping, and they will offer me [-] pounds to buy me off."

"Just [-] pounds, I can also give you [-] Longmen coins."

"Can [-] Longmen coins be compared with [-] pounds? I laughed." Li Lin began to talk cheaply, "The [-] pounds can really be exchanged into gold nuggets."

Talula retorted dissatisfied: "Longmen coins can also be exchanged for red gold bars."