The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 909 - 427: Solitude (Part 2)

The Red King walked out, panting, and casually threw the Iron Coffin onto the ground: "It’s really heavy, I’m exhausted."

The attendants immediately came forward to help him affix talismans and seals onto the coffin.

"Be careful."

He plopped down onto a chair and said with a cheerful smile, "This is my dearest father inside! Hmm, prepare the ritual for me tonight. I want to reclaim my beloved Holy Corpse."

The attendants respectfully bowed their heads and quietly withdrew.

This was inside a high-end restaurant within the Tokyo Skytree, but today it was unusually booked for a private event. The only guest sat beside the bar drinking, his shirt still stained with blood.

"Did only the two of you manage to come back?"

Netherworld sipped his drink, slightly intoxicated, "Looks like the plan failed, you should’ve brought back the Qilin."

Skylark gave him a cold glance, her eyes sharp as a knife.

Netherworld wisely kept his mouth shut.

"Don’t tease her, uninterested women are like that."

As soon as the Red King finished speaking, he felt an overwhelming murderous intent and quickly changed the subject.

He yawned, speaking sleepily, "After lying in the coffin for so long, I finally get to breathe some fresh air using my real body. I’m going to take a few days off and eat my way through Tokyo. I’ll leave everything in your hands for the time being. After my father died, only my foolish brother is left."

"Jiang Mingyan may not be able to kill him, so deal with his forces quickly and don’t give him a chance to retaliate."

He paused, "What about the remaining major families?"

"Except for the Jiang Family, the Six Major Families are all staying put. They’re probably trying to avoid getting involved in this power struggle, right? Even the Si Family, ruled by the Qilin, hasn’t reacted yet."

Netherworld coughed, probably not too lightly injured from the previous battle. He took out an address from his pocket and said, "However, Old Master Si came to see me before and gave me this address. He said if Qilin doesn’t come back alive from the Ancient God Realm, to give this to the young lady."

Skylark paused slightly but didn’t even look at it, leaving the restaurant coldly.

Netherworld played with the piece of paper in his hand, chuckling softly, "Interesting."

The Red King shrugged, as if he had expected it.

Everyone followed the Ghost Slayer Path, yet still indulged in such meaningless acts.

Skylark seemed indifferent, but had already used Future Vision to see it all.

"What’s going on with those two?"

Netherworld asked offhandedly while watching the disappearing young lady.

The Red King opened a bottle for himself, watching the golden liquid pour into the glass. He smiled faintly, "Many things aren’t for you to decide. When two people’s bodies are coursing with power from the same source, when they are the only two of their kind in the world, when they share the same fate..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Netherworld complained, "I’ve had enough of your riddles." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The Red King spread his hands: "Initially, I wanted to create some feelings between these two, so I persuaded her to erase her memories and try to get along with him. If he could fall in love with her, it would be greatly beneficial for her future. But later, I realized that feelings cannot be forced."

Netherworld raised an eyebrow, "So?"

"It’s a trap called love."

The Red King gazed out at Tokyo, shrouded in twilight, and said softly, "Just don’t know who will fall into it."

He raised his glass to the bustling city, uncertain of whom he was toasting to.

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After an unknown time, Skylark emerged from the black hole of time and space.

She walked through a small alley filled with the scent of stir-fry; the street was where the Route 17 bus stopped, and middle schoolers in uniforms ran past, laughing and holding snacks. Occasionally, stray dogs barked by the roadside.

Her eyes were somewhat confused because she had never been to this city.

The so-called past was fabricated, all designed by others for her, never verified by her.

The Red King’s plan was always meticulous, indeed fabricating a seemingly real life for her. He really had a young girl live here, just not her personally.

As she walked through the streets, the so-called Jinmao District was probably an old building constructed last century. Now its walls were dilapidated and peeling, with a red character for ’demolish’ sprayed by someone on the brown walls.

Those who once lived here probably left joyfully with demolition compensation.

There wasn’t even a security guard at the entrance, just a cat lazily napping.

The address written on the piece of paper led here, her fabricated ancestral home.

"Tch! What exactly is up with that family? How many years has it been with nobody living here, yet they’re still holding onto it? I’ve been in real estate for so many years, and I’ve never seen such a stubborn homeowner!" A man in a suit cursed and left, seemingly being apologized to or calmed down on the other end, but it was clearly an unpleasant exchange.

Skylark was stunned. She walked into the dusty old building, the dim twilight falling across her face.

She was on the first floor, where most of the apartment doors looked old and worn.

Only one door looked relatively clean, adorned with festive couplets.

No key was needed; she could enter the room simply by using Virtualization.

No.

She didn’t even need to enter.

With Future Vision, such level of foreknowledge couldn’t possibly miss anything.

Yet for some reason, she chose not to use Future Form.