MTL - The Old Gods Are Whispering-Chapter 3 Tomb of the Ancient Gods

  Chapter 3 Tomb of the Ancient God

  At 8:30 in the morning, Gu Jianlin walked under the pagoda tree in the alley and returned to the old community.

These are old buildings built in the 1990s. The white walls have long been mottled and yellowed. Racks for drying clothes are hung outside the windows of every household. You can still see a few children stepping on puddles downstairs. Faint frolic.

Now that I think about it, my father is a good man in a certain sense. Although he is busy with work and basically doesn’t take care of his family very much, he was tough when he divorced. He sold the house he bought with the loan and paid off the rest of the mortgage. I gave it all to my mother, and I left the house alone, and rented a hut in this community again.

   Probably for the purpose of making mother's life better.

  My mother still thinks that her son did not live with her because he was disappointed in her choice to divorce.

   Actually not.

  Gu Jianlin's thinking is the same as that of his father, and he hopes that she can live a better life.

  For Gu Jianlin, this neighborhood really carries too many memories.

  The cicadas and the breeze in summer, the snow and cold in winter, the moon in the dark night, and the sky full of stars.

  For countless nights in the past, the boy was lying outside the window in a daze, thinking about when the family would be reunited.

   "For three months, you will be charged a total of five yuan for the delay."

  Lao Zhang at the post station handed over a courier box: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen your dad for a long time. He's on a business trip again?"

  Gu Jianlin scanned the QR code to pay, took the courier box, and said softly, "Well, I must have gone to a far away place."

  In fact, Gu Jianlin hates the word business trip.

  Because Dad has always been on business trips in his life, on business trips and on business trips.

   And one day never come back.

  He weighed the courier box, it didn't weigh much, and it did have his father's name and phone number on it, but there was no sender.

   Not even a shipping address.

   "How did the express delivery come out?"

   Gu Jianlin felt very strange, then walked into the unit door, went up to the second floor, took out the key, and opened the lock.

  This old house still has the last month of lease, and the lease will not be renewed in the future.

  The house is very clean, but no one has lived in it for a while, except for clothes, there are some books and materials.

   and an old notebook my dad left behind.

  Gu Jianlin thought to himself that the lease was about to be canceled, so he packed up his things by the way.

  He sat on the sofa and opened the express box first.

  The next moment, he couldn't help falling into silence, his mind full of question marks.

  Because this is a white box similar to luxury goods, after opening it turned out to be a mask.

At first glance, it looks like a half-face mask that would be worn at a masquerade ball, but it is so solemn and ancient. The whole body is dark in color, as if cast from black jade, with ancient and strict lines, carved out hollow pits Holes, edges and corners, and even bulges like blood vessels, give people an inexplicable and weird feeling.

   Well, it’s weird.

  The style of this mask is between that of a sheep and a deer, with patterns like dragon scales and a pair of rare horns on top of the head.

  He is no stranger to this kind of creature—Kirin.

  A kind of auspicious beast in ancient China.

  Gu Jianlin thought it was a handicraft at first, but after he observed it carefully, he didn't think so.

  His intuition is much sharper than that of ordinary people, and his observation is more detailed.

  From this mask, he sensed a sense of history, it felt like some kind of antique.

   "Antique?"

  Gu Jianlin stroked the pattern on the mask, he was sure that this thing is not an ordinary handicraft, at least you can't buy such an exquisite thing in the Mingmian market, there is a high probability that it is an antique.

  He didn't know why someone sent this thing to Dad, and somehow concealed the sender's information.

"The delivery date on the courier note is December 15th, which is the day my father and I were involved in a car accident... On that day, my father just came back from investigating the case, so he hurriedly took me back to my hometown for the New Year. This incident is very abnormal, this is inexplicable Is it a coincidence?" Gu Jianlin played with the mask and murmured to himself.

  He hesitated for a moment, turned on the old laptop, connected to the hotspot with his mobile phone, and opened the search engine.

  Gu Jianlin typed four words in the search box.

   Unicorn mask.

  Big movie entries popped up, basically some boring advertisements and handicraft videos.

  Gu Jianlin scrolled down one by one without any impatience. He mainly wanted to look up some entries about antiques and cultural relics.

  He kept flipping through dozens of pages, but he didn't see anything of value.

  Until he was about to give up, he suddenly saw a post on a certain forum.

   "Super ancient times come! 12.4 new version closed beta - Qilin fairy palace!"

   This is actually a post about games.

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  Gu Jianlin was taken aback.

  In the blockbuster boring commercials, this headline is like a needle sticking out, and I don’t know why it ranks so low.

  He was a little curious, and subconsciously clicked on it.

"Qing Qiu Qiongshan's "Compilation of Gangjian" once said: The first emperor has pacified the six countries, and all his ambitions in his life will be fulfilled, but those who cannot succeed will be Shouer. In 219 BC, Xu Fu was ordered by Qin Shihuang to lead boys and girls Three thousand people traveled eastward to Yingzhou to search for the elixir of life for the emperor. This person traveled eastward twice, but never found the elixir, and disappeared on the third eastward journey..."

"Later generations generally believe that the immortal medicine is just an illusory lie, and Xu Fu is just an alchemist. The so-called Dongdu is a lie fabricated by Xu Fu to avoid disaster. But few people know that Xu Fu's third Dongdu , before arriving at Yingzhou, he was really at sea and discovered a secret involving an ancient god!"

interesting.

  Gu Jianlin moved the mouse and slid down. At first glance, it looked like an alternate history game. I don't know if it is a mobile game or a terminal game.

   "The ancient gods, the gods, and the Supreme are all their names. They shuttle in the dark side of history. Few people know about them, but they are everywhere. One is called Candle Dragon, and the other is called Qilin."

"It was an unprecedentedly grand battlefield. It was a confrontation between gods, a fight between supreme and supreme. Venerable Candle Dragon killed Venerable Qilin with supreme authority. In order to prevent him from resurrecting again, he buried him in the deep sea. Next, it belongs to His Ancient God Realm, and its name is Qilin Immortal Palace."

   "When Xu Fu was traveling eastward, he was fortunate enough to meet Venerable Candle Dragon. From then on, he became extraordinary and sublimated to perfection. He was ordered to build a mausoleum deep in the seabed, guarding the gate of the ancient God Realm until thousands of years later."

"Today, the remaining power of Venerable Qilin is still eroding reality. The gates of the ancient gods opened in different time and space. The first dimensional rift observed so far appeared in a coastal city. Some people are using sacrifices to try to Awaken the existence in the ancient gods."

  "The gods who died thousands of years ago roared in the darkness, and the sublimators took the opportunity to enter the fairy palace, plundering the treasures of the gods, precious alchemy weapons, and ancient inheritance paths, in order to gain a chance of promotion."

  When Gu Jianlin saw this, he thought that this was probably the poorest and crudest version announcement he had ever seen.

  There are only lengthy copywriting, and there are no pictures and information sheets.

   After reading this post, Gu Jianlin came to the conclusion that this unicorn mask was a game souvenir given by someone else.

   Now he's in his new bedroom with a Frostmourne and a Signal Axe.

   But when he continued to slide down and saw the end of the post, he was stunned.

  Because this game does not give any official website link or download channel, it is like a joke.

  Gu Jianlin only saw a short introduction.

   "Internal test qualifications: carry at least one ancient token from the Qilin Fairy Palace."

"Entrance to the server: You need to bear the spiritual pollution of the ancient tokens, and you are in the realm corroded by the spirit of the ancient gods. Wait for a crack in the dimension, which will bring you into the ancient tomb and become one of the countless sublimators. Lucky."

   "Note: The ancient gods are extremely dangerous. Once a human dies in the game, they will never wake up in reality."

   "Currently 234 players are playing the game."

  Gu Jianlin was silent for a second, lost in thought.

  Regarding this post, his first reaction was that he was messing around, just an ordinary game copywriter.

   It is estimated that even the content of the game has not been made, but it is a set of tricks.

  Gu Jianlin wanted to close the post, but when he looked at the unicorn mask in his hand again, he suddenly had a ridiculous idea.

  What if this post is true?

  After this idea popped into his mind, he really felt crazy.

  It’s like that kind of ghost game, similar to Pen Fairy and the like.

  But there is a strange magic power driving him, wanting to find out.

  Dad's abnormality, a tragic car accident, and the strange figure vaguely seen when he was seriously injured.

   Finally, there is the mysterious mask in my hand, and this inexplicable post.

  Gu Jianlin hesitated for a moment, picked up the unicorn mask, and lay down on the bed.

   "At least, try to use profile, try to analyze the origin of this mask."

  Currently, he only has a unicorn mask in his hand, and there is not even a single scratch on it, so there are so few clues. The content in that post may not be true, so he had to conduct an in-depth profile.

   That is to make the brain boil and awaken the sleeping sixth sense.

  In an instant, the hazy sky was torn apart, and a dull rumbling sound rolled over.

  Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, the light rain suddenly picked up, and the damp wind gushed in through the screen window.

   With the earthy smell of rain.

  Gu Jianlin lay obediently, like a corpse about to be buried.

  He put the unicorn mask lightly on his face, closed his eyes and listened to the sound of rain outside the window, concentrated and took a deep breath.

   "Ancient gods, unicorns, fighting, death, graves..."

   Keyword substitution.

   Profile begins.

   At this moment, his brain was boiling, feeling the icy texture of the unicorn mask, as if he had fallen into endless darkness, and only the sound of the storm raging in his ears seemed to drown him.

   It's like falling into the deep ocean.

  Icy, lonely, dark, deep.

  He was sinking continuously, and darkness filled the air silently.

   It was also at this moment that he suddenly felt that the world was going away at a fast speed, as if he heard countless, ghost-like, whispering voices, far away in the sky and in his ears.

  That voice was so hasty, and so irritable, with a strange and demonic quality, like an ancient wizard chanting the most evil spell.

  Gu Jianlin suddenly felt a splitting headache, and subconsciously wanted to interrupt the profile and take off the mask on his face.

  The next moment, he froze.

  He obviously opened his eyes, but it was still pitch black.

   And this unicorn mask seemed to be stuck on his face, and he couldn't take it off at all!

  Boom!

  Terrible thunder exploded above the sky, as if the entire city was blasted.

  Gu Jianlin's heartbeat also stopped suddenly at this moment.

   Not because of thunder.

   It was because in the darkness, he saw a huge black shadow, and his roar was like thunder!

   That is a unicorn, a dark and ferocious unicorn!

He has never seen such an ancient and majestic creature. This unicorn is dripping with dark blood, and its broken scales reveal a strange beauty. Half of its body is decayed and broken, while the other half is covered with protruding blood vessels. Its death and vitality are perfect. combined.

   He is so huge, it seems to be the darkness itself.

  He is so angry and ferocious again, his **** mouth is like an abyss, and his roar seems to be able to tear the darkness apart.

  Then...the boy's world was smashed into pieces!

  The world fell silent.

   Only the wind blew through the curtains, and the laptop screen was flickering, and it was frozen at the bottom of the post.

   A number suddenly jumped.

   "Currently 235 players are playing the game."

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  When Gu Jianlin regained consciousness again, his first reaction was that if he didn't do anything, he wouldn't die.

   At this moment, he heard a ticking sound.

  Like a drop of water splashed on the ground.

  He tried to open his eyes, but what he saw was a solid rock wall with cracks all over it.

  He was still lying down, and subconsciously moved his body, only to hear the sound of the chains colliding, which was quite heavy.

  Gu Jianlin was taken aback, and suddenly found himself lying in a coffin made of gold, bound by countless dark chains.

  And his original clothes were gone, replaced by a broken shroud, engraved with countless strange spells, wrapped around his body.

  What frightened him the most was that, for unknown reasons, there were countless pitch-black scales growing on the surface of his body. The color was as deep as black jade, and there were strange and magical lines flowing, as if they were born on him.

  His hands were also replaced by sharp claws, and the sharp black nails glowed coldly.

  By the faint light, his appearance at the moment was reflected in the golden coffin.

  Gu Ao's ferocious unicorn mask seems to have grown directly on his face!

  The most eye-catching thing is the pair of pitch-black horns on the top of the head!

  Gu Jianlin was shocked, his appearance at this moment was... Qilin!

   Either time traveled or mutated.

  Gu Jianlin felt his scalp go numb. This golden coffin has no coffin lid, and the surroundings are full of darkness.

  Cold, damp, empty, dull.

   This appears to be... an ancient tomb!

  Gu Jianlin didn't know what was going on, it seemed that since he made an in-depth profile of the unicorn mask, some indescribable things happened that were beyond his cognition.

   Unicorn mask.

  The key is the unicorn mask.

  Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to see an ancient and majestic unicorn roaring towards him.

   When he woke up again, he was already here.

  Gu Jianlin pinched himself to make sure this was not a dream.

   This moment, as a materialist.

  His heart was broken.

  At this time, ancient and deep singing sounded outside the ancient tomb, roaring like an ancient bell.

  The ancient tomb trembled faintly, countless broken stones and floating ash shook, and scarlet blood seemed to ooze out of the darkness, flowing along the cracks in the floor tiles of the tomb, surrounding the ancient coffin like a living creature.

  Until the end, the chanting outside the tomb disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

   "Teacher, we have found so many tombs and performed so many sacrifices. This is the last time."

  A voice suppressed fear: "He, will he really be the legendary Qilin Immortal?"

   "I don't know, but the seal of the tomb has been lifted. If there is really an ancient **** inside, then He should have been awakened by us. This is our only hope."

  The voice of the old man was deep and vicissitudes: "Regardless of whether he is the Qilin Immortal Venerable or not, and no matter what level of ancient **** he is, we must treat him as the real supreme. Because... only he has the ability to save us."

  He ordered: "Butcher, you go and push open the gate of the ancient tomb, and get ready to start. Everyone, get behind me."

   A moment later, with a bang, the gate of the ancient tomb was slowly pushed open.

  The bright firelight pierced the darkness, and a group of figures could be vaguely seen standing in the firelight.

  Gu Jianlin's heart shuddered, there are others here!

   "O supreme being of the ancient times... I will wait here to witness your awakening!"

  (end of this chapter)