Dozens of minutes later, in the secret room of the president of the Jiuge Group Club. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"--You are the seven days of the three great words and spirits, the wheel of self-restraint is here, the guardian of the scales-!"

As the light in the magic array surged, Li Jiu Ge ended the summoning.

As a well-known private entrepreneur in Liaohai City, who is second only to Gao Tianming, Li Jiuge was one of the people who received an invitation to Gao Tianming's "grand event" the night before.

Although he was a businessman, he read poetry and books since he was a child under the education of his father, and he longed for the splendid ancient culture of China. But I don't know if it was affected by the decline of the group's middle way, and his father once believed in the art of immortals. He still remembers that when he was young, his father often took him to a villa in the seaside area west of the city to visit an old grandfather, whose eyes seemed to be blooming with starlight had a profound impact on his life. His young eyes watched the old man's empty hand grab an ice flower out of the air, or make the fire in the fireplace take the shape of a bird, and the image beyond common sense inadvertently changed his perception of the world.

My father often said with a look of longing and awe that the old man was a true man of the way. So he also remembered the prophecy that the old man often talked about.

"The catastrophe is coming, the heroic soul is coming, the virtuous live, and the world is peaceful."

That old man is the second-generation president of the H Trickery Salon, Claude's father, Gao Tianming's father-in-law, and a real magician.

He thinks that he will not be as confused as his father, but the memories of his childhood cannot be erased, but are more deeply rooted. He believed that as long as more people were willing to pay for it, the old man's prophecy would one day come true.

Although he held such confidence, Li Jiuge was full of distrust of Gao Tianming, the successor of the old man, he felt that Gao Tianming was just a villain who was good at power, and he had nothing to do with the immortals. Therefore, when he received Gao Tianming's invitation, his heart was full of doubts. But in the face of his current predicament, he seems to have no choice.

Maybe it was out of nostalgia for the deceased old man, or maybe it was just that he was sick and went to the hospital, Li Jiuge finally chose to summon the Heroic Spirit. While he was wary of Gao Tianming, he was ready to summon, and finally used a piece of quaint clothes mixed with traces of mud and water as a catalyst to summon.

I don't know what kind of heroic soul I attracted. He looked at the magic circle with a faint expectation.

The magic was gone, and there was nothing left in it.

For a moment, Li Jiuge's heart seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, and he couldn't feel his heartbeat anymore.

Suddenly, a voice that seemed to come from the Nine Hidden Yellow Springs sounded in his ears:

"You've failed".

"Impossible! I won't fail! Li Jiu Ge shouted violently, but saw a scribe standing in front of him.

This person was dressed in the court clothes of the pre-Qin scholars, with a handsome face and a resolute expression.

Li Jiuge's pale face finally came to life, and he said to himself: "Yes, how could I fail, how could I fail......

Soon he was pleasantly surprised to find that this heroic soul's ability to do things was simply superb, his energy was never exhausted, and his talent was endless. With his help, any difficulties were solved, and the company soon had no worries, and Li Jiuge finally got a new life, found a lover who could be with him for a lifetime, got married and had children, and was happy.

However, the moment he felt satisfied, it was like a volcanic eruption, and everything changed in an instant.

The heroic soul disappeared overnight, and he himself had lost the ability to manage the business, and his once proud judgment had become as ridiculous as that of a three-year-old, and he could no longer see through the changes in the market, nor could his eloquent eloquence change his partners' bad opinion of him.

In just a few days, the company suffered serious losses and was heavily in debt. The mother and wife fought for the last bit of the family property, but they both accidentally fell to their deaths; The young daughter is kidnapped by creditors and is missing; Angry employees ransacked the group building and removed everything they could see.

Li Jiuge stood on the roof of the building, looking at the chaos on the ground, his mind was a mess.

The voice rang out again: "You've failed." ”

Failed? I have nothing left, and everyone looks at me like a bedbug, and even falls into a well to have fun.

Perhaps, from the moment you put your hopes in others, failure is already doomed.

yes, failed......

At the moment when this sense of loss came, the young entrepreneur who wore Hanfu again suddenly changed the scene in front of him.

It was the court of a certain country in ancient Shenzhou, the king of a country was alienated from loyal ministers, close to traitors, and he went to the palace to face the king to death, but in exchange for the betrayal and merciless ridicule of the people;

The monarch is ambitious and talented, and he conspires with the tiger, and finally causes the country to be ruined. The enemy army drove straight into the capital, and he saw with his own eyes that the soldiers defending the city were cut in two with their unwilling eyes open;

The people of the country were displaced, or burned by the enemy*** or driven by hunger to eat, and were driven and slashed like livestock. The young man had his head cut off and his blood flowed, and the former noblewoman had become a camp prostitute, screaming and wailing night after night echoed around the camp where the ashes were flying.

He watched the scenery change in front of him, but he couldn't move.

In the end, only the starving and dying old men in the vast capital tried to exchange the weak children for food, in order to seize the last chance to survive. When the old and thin face full of crazy blood finally opened its rotten mouth and bit the dying toddler, the tragedy that happened in front of the eyes made the young man who had never seen such a tragic situation almost collapse.

He raised his head and opened his mouth to roar, but he couldn't make a sound, and the mouth of the black hole gushed out with wordless sorrow.

At this moment, the voice sounded in his head again.

"My country, dead."

The voice was desolate and indifferent, but it was a feeble indictment of the sad song after struggling to resist.

"But the world counts me as a hero."

"I have achieved nothing but a sad song."

"But the world calls me a capable minister."

"I was falsely accused and exiled during my lifetime, and I can only watch the death of my motherland!"

"After his death, he was enshrined as a patriot or even a great man, and enjoyed the incense of eternity!"

Gradually, the voice detached itself from the orbit of reason, and the surrounding scene was slowly swallowed up by the darkness that fell from the sky.

Li Jiuge didn't notice that he had actually been in the secret room of that club all along, never moving half a step, and he had lost his last chance.

More and more timbre merges into the unknown sound, making it sound even more desolate and crazy

"Since the world regards those who have achieved nothing as heroes, what is the use of this wealth and prosperity! Since the world regards the deceased as greats, then give you this glory in turn. My name is not worthy of praise, my deeds are shameless to be praised, and even if you worship the name of me, a loser, then curse this upside-down world with me with a song of sorrow. ”

Li Jiuge suddenly realized that this was the voice he wanted to shout, and this was the final salvation of his loser.

Abandoning all volitional resistance, the young man in Hanfu finally hissed this crazy confession along with the voice. Darkness as thick as mud rushed out of his features, enveloping him tightly.

"Bless you, O world upside down, in the name of the loser, and may defeat and destruction be with you!"

The unprecedented torrent of darkness, accompanied by the sad song of the loser who has fallen for thousands of years, poured down from the roof of the Nine Songs Building.