Is it really that easy to become a god?

At present, among all the human beings, only the Great Xia Sword Immortal Zhou Ping kept his own sword law and ascended to the god realm, if Wang Mian wanted to become a god, he must also have a law of his own, but he was different from Zhou Ping, his god ruins came from the god of time instead of himself, and he couldn't keep his own law like Zhou Ping, and all the laws of time in the world have been divided by the gods of time in many gods.

I can't keep my own law, and I can't get the law of time...... Could it be that the agents of the gods are destined to become gods?

Wang Mian fell silent.

Amamiya Qinghui on the side felt Wang Mian's mood fluctuations, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

“…… Let's go, I'll take you to that person. ”

Seeing that Amamiya Qinghui turned to leave, Wang Mian hesitated for a long time, but still followed his footsteps.

"Who are you taking me to?" Wang Mian couldn't help but ask.

"He's also from Great Xia, and he also knows Qiye, maybe the two of you will be acquaintances."

Wang Mian frowned and thought about it.

In addition to the [Nightfall] team, there are also people who have come to Japan's "human circle"? And do you know Lin Qiye?

Wang Mian thought about it for a long time, but he didn't come up with such a person, and the doubts in his heart were hooked.

The two of them walked out of the territory of the Wind Matsuri family, turned to the remote alleyway, and after turning a few corners, came to a small house.

Amamiya Haruki stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and a figure that Wang Mian could not have imagined stood quietly behind the door.

"Wu Xiangnan?"

The king called out his name in astonishment.

Wu Xiangnan's gaze swept over the rain palace and fell on Wang Mian's body, and he looked at the white-haired old man seriously for a long time, and a puzzled look appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Wang Mian didn't speak, but silently took out the cracked "Wang" mask from his arms......

Wu Xiangnan was stunned, he looked at Wang Mian's old face in a daze for a long time, and opened his mouth wide in shock.

……

"Sit down, I'm a little shabby, but it's not as luxurious as the Wind Sacrifice Family."

Wu Xiangnan walked out of the kitchen with a cup of hot tea, placed it in front of Wang Mian, and smiled helplessly.

After Amamiya Qinghui sent Wang Mian here, he went back to the Wind Sacrifice House first, after all, this was a reunion between two Great Xia people, and he couldn't understand Chinese when he stayed, so it was better to just leave the scene than to be embarrassed at that time.

Wang Mian took the teacup and took a sip slowly, "But it's more reassuring here." ”

"Actually, the pair of sisters and brothers of the Wind Festival family and the young man who just brought you here are quite good."

"But in a foreign country, it is more comfortable to listen to Chinese."

Wu Xiangnan smiled, looked at the wrinkled palm of Wang Mian's cup, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What are you......?" What's wrong? What about the rest of the masquerade? Are you coming to Japan too? ”

Wang Mian slowly closed his eyes, and a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He told all about the experience of [Mask] in the fishing village.

After listening, Wu Xiangnan fell silent.

He didn't know how to comfort Wang Mian, he just stretched out his hand and patted Wang Mian's shoulder gently, "You don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault." ”

Wang Mian stared at Wu Xiangnan for a moment and sighed, "I know...... I can denounce fate in front of anyone, but only in front of you, I am not qualified to do so......"

Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.

Wu Xiangnan is also the only survivor of the [Blue Rain] team.

The fates of the two are very similar, but the difference is that Wang Mian still has a chance to change history, and he still has hope...... And Wu Xiangnan, except for hatred, has nothing left.

Wang Mian looked down at the teacup in his palm, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he muttered puzzledly:

"First it was [Medium], then [Blue Rain], and then [Mask]...... You say, is this the fate of the special squad? ”

Wu Xiangnan was silent for a while and shook his head, "This is not fate...... This is the special squad, the doomed end.

From the moment the special squad was formed, they were burdened with extremely heavy responsibilities, and we never said that we would retire, and our mission was to fulfill our duties until the moment of sacrifice came.

Special squads are formed, conquests, sacrifices, and keep their numbers until the next special squad to take over their mission is born...... That's our heritage.

Over the past hundred years, the Night's Watch has had many, many special squads, and compared to most of them, we are lucky.

The destruction of a special team must be due to a dangerous situation far beyond their ability, in that case, there are generally no survivors left, and the operations of the special team are top secret, except for the members of their own team, others do not know much about them.

As time passes, no one will remember their former glory except for the cold top-secret archives and exploits within the Night's Watch, and their legends will eventually be reduced to a vague and hidden history. ”

Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand and pointed at himself,

"And we're different.

We are survivors, and even if that legendary history has been forgotten by everyone, we can still remember the glory of the past, remember the personalities and preferences of other people, whether they like to snore when they sleep, and what they have done......

As long as we are alive, our team will always exist. ”

Looking at Wu Xiangnan's eyes, Wang Mian was stunned, and after a long time, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled his ......

"Taught."

Wu Xiangnan smiled, "I also thought about it for a long time before I figured it out." ”

"So have you put it down now?"

Wu Xiangnan's hand raised his glass slightly, and shook his head, "I figured it out, it doesn't mean I put it down...... Glory and legend can be history, but hatred cannot. ”

"So you stayed in Japan because you wanted to ......"

"Hmm." Wu Xiangnan took a sip of tea slowly, and said in an absolutely indifferent tone, "Revenge." ”

Wang Mian was stunned for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken, the enemy who caused the destruction of the [Blue Rain] team was ......"

"Susanoo." Wu Xiangnan added the second half of the sentence, "The sea god of Takamagahara, Susanoo." ”

"You're going to Takamagahara to get revenge on Susanoo?"

"Hmm."

"That's a god."

"I know."

"But you're still just a human in the 'sea' realm." Wang Mian looked at his eyes seriously, "You are sending you to death." ”

"Do you think I'm the kind of fool who has no brains to send him to death? What's more, I still carry the glory of the [Blue Rain] squad on my shoulders. ”

Wu Xiangnan smiled slightly, got up from his seat, walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and said calmly:

"I've ...... I've found a way to kill Susanoo. ”