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The sliding door of the entrance and exit was wide open, like a tall old man sitting cross-legged in front of the pit stove inside the door.

Although sitting, it can be roughly estimated that his height is definitely more than one hundred and eighty centimeters - he should be slightly shorter than Su Mo but much stronger, his body is quite burly, he only wears a rough and extremely rough kimono, and the strong muscles that are exposed make people can't help but think of undulating mountains, belonging to the kind of old man who is Schwarzenegger.

- People look old, and beating you is still like beating your son.

Su Mo looked at him, looking at his very quirky and stubborn face, and suddenly felt a little funny.

"Ahem, come in, Su Mo - I'm really sorry to invite you over suddenly."

But the tone was unexpectedly peaceful.

"Hmm, sure enough, as Ena Qingqiu Yuan said, you have graduated from the position of the god of non-conformity?"

Su Mo held on to the door frame and walked in without a local entrance, with a rain curtain in the middle.

"What should I call it?"

"I'm the one who is called the man who is quick to do - it doesn't matter if you call me an old man, an old man, an old thing, as long as you don't call me grandpa, it's enough to be called by this gauze-like name, as long as you have Megumi, that bastard little girl."

The old man's smile matched his body and looked extremely hideous and cold, and if he tattooed a ribbon fish on his forehead, he could go out and collect protection money directly - this old man was born like a bandit.

"But I'm interested in the fact that you never graduated from the gods, so it's okay for you to interfere with my life without permission, right?"

Su Mo simply leaned lightly on the door frame, not afraid of the rain anyway.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then grinned and showed a smile that he didn't know whether to be crazy or happy: "Okay, okay - in the eyes of many half-witted people in the outside world, the gods who escape the shackles of mythology are all gods of disobedience. In fact, it is wrong to make such a random generalization: ordinary gods only exist in myths, and gods who wander on the earth beyond myths are the so-called gods of disobedience. ”

The mere existence of such a god on earth would cause unprecedented calamity—in other words, as long as it does not cause calamity on earth, can it not be regarded as a disobedient god?

"I used to exist as a god of disobedience—I was tired of wandering on the earth for more than a thousand years, so I finally decided to live in seclusion, which used to be very brutal and violent, but now I am also a certain age."

Well, to be reasonable, based on your old man's current physical condition, it is conservatively estimated that he will not breathe from Kyushu to Hokkaido with two machetes. What's more, the god who dares to be disobedient can still be tired of this thing? Isn't that a setting!?

"So now you're staying in this space and living in seclusion?"

Su Mo looked around, raised his hand and gently knocked on the wooden door of the hut: "But looking at it this way, you are already very used to this kind of ordinary life?" ”

"Hahaha, there is no way, because as long as the god of disobedience does not die for some reason, he cannot return to the myth - so people like me have to fall asleep or something or just live in seclusion."

"Hmm, so can you tell me more about this space? I remember the last time after defeating Veleslana, I was briefly pulled into this place by a self-talking loli - at least something like that. ”

"You know very well?"

Facing Su Mo's words, the old man showed considerable surprise: "Obviously, even the god killer will be in a trance when he is brought here by your mother Pandora, obviously you only have one such experience........"

"Correct one thing - that woman Pandora has nothing to do with my mother for a dime."

Su Mo raised a finger and shook it gently: "Maybe she can indeed be counted as the mother of other godkillers, the creator, but this has nothing to do with me." I'm not technically a godslayer—I'm just the one who killed the gods. ”

“....... Strange young man. ”

The old man looked at Su Mo with subtle eyes—probably similar to the kind of eyes that care for the mentally handicapped, and the old man probably classified Su Mo as a disabled child.

"Hah, but if it weren't for that, I probably wouldn't have invited you here—you know, this world is different from the real world you live in, and it's a place where all the things that have happened since the birth of the universe and the possibilities of what will happen in the future have been recorded, and those with the right abilities can get a partial record of those things from here—just as I can know the power of the Veleslana power you have, whether it's a boar, a phoenix, a white horse, or a boy!"

"I don't believe there's a record of what I'm going to do next."

Su Mo pursed his lips disdainfully.

"That's the problem - not even the Netherworld has any information about your future!"

The old man's expression finally became serious, and he had a stronger sense of oppression and seriousness than he had imagined: "To be more precise, even the information about your past and the girls around you can only be traced back to the fact that you killed Veleslana in Sardinda, Italy, and forced back the god king Mecal!" ”

"Tell me, who are you? Neither intuition nor all the information so far has told us only one thing – and that is that you are dangerous. ”

"Ah, we're all dangerous in some ways - but trust me, old man, I'm definitely the most harmless of the bunch."

Su Mo raised his head and rolled his eyes, and then the ghost pulled out a sentence that even he didn't believe: "Oh yes, there seem to be two people here, who have been constricting their breath since the beginning and staying next to them like spies, I really can't hold it back if I don't come out again, okay?" ”

“...... A strong man with an unusually strange behavior pattern. ”

It was a very hoarse voice, coming from one corner of the hut, a man in black monk's robes, whose skin was as dry as a dried corpse and clung to his bones, as if he could not see any real flesh: "But it is easy to invite disaster by doing so, and I wonder when you will fall?" ”

"You're still so polite."

The other voice was a female voice, and in the opposite direction from the monk appeared a peerless beauty, wearing twelve brightly colored orders worn by noble princesses during the Heian period—Su Mo vaguely remembered that his wife Eihime had been wearing such a costume when she was caught by a feathered fox in Nijo Castle.

The woman's pupils are clear glass, her hair is linen, her skin is smooth ivory, and her lovely beauty is as if carved by a master.

In front of her was a tray full of water.

If the visitor were replaced by someone else, the aura of these three people would be enough to have a great impact on them.

"Are you all residents of the secluded world?"

Su Mo just slowly moved his gaze between the few people with interest: "I don't know if it will affect our plans - it's really interesting." ”