"I can't believe you'll save them."

Ning Fan was searching for the statue of the outer god according to the space mark left by Sikong Falling Moon, when Chan's red-clothed ethereal but slightly strange voice sounded in Yu Zhihai.

"Xiaochan, you are wrong."

While groping his way forward in the dark, Ning Fan responded lightly: "I didn't save them, but myself, my last..."

"Humanity."

"The last human nature...", chewing on this meaningful sentence repeatedly, Chan Hongyi's mood was inexplicably a little heavy: "Xiaofan, you seem to be burdened..."

"Xiaochan." Ning Fan interrupted what Chan Hongyi wanted to say, and Gu Zi said, "When I send the big Buddha below, I will return the body to you." ”

"In the next two days, there may be a lot of people coming to us, you have full authority to deal with these people, Cao Zijin will arrange them, don't ask."

"Unless you get into a thorn in the head."

"You come out and make a simple appearance, deter, and just make a scene."

"Remember..."

Speaking of which.

Ning Fan's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and even his tone was a little higher, word by word, and he said: "No, communicate with them!" ”

Regarding Cao Zijin's ability to coordinate the overall situation, Ning Fan is a hundred assured: no matter how unruly the people who come to Toucheng are, as long as Chan is not a virgin in red, that is...

Tianhu's game!

…

Ending the conversation, Ning Fan had already stepped into the depths of the underground palace.

Then.

Suddenly there was ghostly silence.

Two thick smokes, sandwiched between the lanes.

Then, a nameless ink-like white mist shrouded the entire palace: on the walls of the palace, there were unspeakable creatures that looked like tentacles and ghosts.

They were one left and one right, slowly approaching Ning Fan.

And constantly uttered a squirming voice, like the murmur of one or several ancient gods of the starry sky, penetrating into Ning Fan's ears and invading his mind:

"Praise be to the fools."

"Praise the dead."

"The Great Lord, the Source of the Gods, the Ancient Gods of Chaos, the Father of Foolishness, who bestows darkness and namelessness, blindness and destruction, the incredible..."

Accompanied by a strange and light melody, wisps of liquid as thick as asphalt seeped out from the edges of the walls in all directions, dripping onto the ground...

It was a more bizarre and terrifying picture than the demons dancing and the hundred ghosts walking at night.

Intense tones, extreme emotions, unexpected first movement and then stillness, small. The cramped underground space creates a shocking psychological and visual impact.

Accompanied by melodious, mournful, low, hoarse, and elongated mystical movements, it is as if the Fool Singing Troupe from the end of the ancient universe is guiding their followers...

Embrace destruction!

Those who heard it shuddered.

But I was irrepressibly attracted by the bleak, weird and deadly picture, and immersed myself in a paradoxical, terrifying, exciting, and confusing illusion.

Even if he just watched from afar, had not yet set foot in the white mist, and even deliberately avoided him, Ning Fan could feel the indescribable aura emanating from it...

He knew who the outer god Ye Huaimin worshipped was:

Symbolizes the god of blind foolishness, the core of primordial chaos, the head of the demon god, the Lord of all things, and the eternal Lord of the all-powerful universe in every sense - Azathoth!

Except for Him.

No outer god can't, wouldn't dare, and doesn't deserve to be like this...

Pomp!

…

Ning Fan's heart was raised to his throat, and the demonic qi in his body also involuntarily boiled, showing the momentum of stars and moons, surrounding his body.

Although this negative emotion is tantamount to a drop in the bucket in the face of the darkest side of the Almighty Universe, it can finally bring some security to Ning Fan, who is isolated and helpless...

Better than nothing.

After doing everything, Ning Fan grabbed the White Bone Umbrella Sword and began to move towards the white mist.

Let's be honest.

This nameless fog put no less pressure on him than Asaratos.

He remembered it very clearly: this incredible nameless fog was also an outer god, and although its overall strength was not as good as that of Azathoth, it devoured a man who...

Easy as pie!

Therefore, he was ready to turn his head and run: even the white bone Nine Zhuan Pill used to press the bottom of the box was taken out by him and held against his mouth.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a great enemy.

However.

In the next second, a scene happened that was unexpected by Ning Fan:

When his body touched the white mist, the strange and terrifying white mist was like a human avoiding a snake and scorpion... Avoid his touch!

He took a step inside, and the white mist took a step back; He raised his hand, and the white mist automatically parted to the sides; Even he passed through the fog, and the white fog behind him...

Still haven't gathered!

Remember the scene where the passage of the three underwater cities of Fairy Sword was opened, right?

The strange white fog at this moment is exactly the same as that picture.

Only...

Outrageous!

It won't be done directly to Ning Fan.

…

"It's... What's going on? ”

Ning Fan couldn't tear his sister apart.

In the shadows not far away, an ethereal voice came out:

"Long time no see, old friend."

Old... Friend??

Who to shout?

Me?

Ning Fan was sure that the master of the voice was the target of his trip, the Lord of Chaos, Azathoth, but he was a little unsure if Azathoth was talking to him...

Speak.

Yes.

I don't know him at all, even if you count the previous life, the two of them are only a little bit of a relationship... Where did this old friend come from?

"Old friend, come, come forward, let me take a good look at you."

Without waiting for Ning Fan to calm down, his voice sounded again: "Since the last time I fell into a long sleep, you and I haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, and I have almost forgotten what you look like." ”

He was urging Nimman into the shadows.

Ning Fan hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively:

"Dear Juggernaut, you are in... Talk to me? ”

"Come on."

"Come forward, don't be afraid, old friend, we're friends, aren't we?" He didn't pay attention to Ning Fan's troubles, and still went his own way, beckoning Ning Fan to step forward.

As a matter of fact.

As a god of blindness and foolishness, Asaratos spends most of his time in a state of confusion, probably not even knowing what he is doing...

Not to mention helping Ning Fan answer questions.

Looked at.

Ning Fan shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, and walked straight into the shadows.

It is a blessing or a curse, and it is a curse that cannot be avoided: in front of this great outer god master, any calculation is useless, and all he can do is obedience.

As he said to Bai Yujiao and his wife earlier:

The weak do not have the right to control their own lives, words and deeds, they can survive by relying on the mercy and gift of the strongest, and they should... Praise is supreme.

And now Ning Fan is this weakling.

…

Deep in the shadows.

The statue of the outer god, which was originally irregular, turned into a form at this time: from the outline, it looked like a person, and its whole body was wrapped in a black robe.

There was a fog over his face.

The only bare eye, dotted with a deep fire, flickering and dancing in the light and dark, exuding an infinite and vast coercion, making people's hearts palpitate.

"People? Two people? ”

After catching a glimpse of Ning Fan's true face, the statue showed a humanized puzzlement and asked:

"You've become human? And... Sharing a body with another person? ”

Regarding the matter of "I was seen through by the outer gods after I was reborn as a Notre Dame flower", Ning Fan was not surprised: there has never been anyone, anything, or anything in the world...

The Dharma Eye that can conceal the great master: that pair of bottomless and unfathomable eyes is enough to penetrate the false coefficients, get a glimpse of the essence, and go straight to the heart.

Similarly.

In His presence.

Concealment or deception, in whatever sense, is not advisable.

Otherwise.

It's going to be the stupidest decision you'll ever make in your life:

Angering a statue... God!

And so.

Ning Fan replied truthfully:

"Dear Lord Azathoth, I am a reborn being, and due to some accidents in the process of rebirth, I became what I am now."

Rebirth.

To ordinary people, this may be a rare and strange thing that seems like a fantasy.

But for the All-Knowing and All-Powerful Being, this is more common than eating and drinking.

Because He is a terrifying being who wanders outside of time and space.

All the laws and constraints known in the world cannot leave a trace on Him.

To put it more bluntly: His will is the master of the laws of the universe.

The heavens and all the worlds, all the laws you can imagine, exist only to serve Him.

What servant have you ever seen who dares to interfere with the private life of his noble master?

…

"I see."

Sure enough.

After listening to Ning Fan's answer, he had no emotional fluctuations.

As if the answer had already been known, the question just now was just a process, or rather, it was a test of whether the old friend was as loyal as ever.

By the way, I am still after getting the conclusion that I want to get affirmed.

It is very natural to give a meeting gift for the reunion of old friends:

"Old friend, you should have forgotten a lot of things, right? So, do you need me to take a step in and wipe out the eyesore, weak human soul from your body? ”