Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 927 Two hundred and eighteen. Companion

   The world's Ridgeback Mountains are vast enough.

   This allows Lu Li to climb the main peak without having to face too many dangerous steep slopes, but the lack of oxygen and cold at high altitudes still trouble him.

   In any case, within the protection range of the deep sea god's breath, the only thing blocking Lu Li is the road itself.

  The thick snow made it difficult for Lu Li to stand firm. He slid down the **** several times, and stabilized his body before rolling to the long hillside for more than ten miles.

   may be regarded as the punishment of the **** of the deep sea on Lu Li - he knew about Lu Li's arrival, but he was indifferent to the predicament he encountered.

  Where there is no snow, there are only trickles of divine blood, but Lu Li refused to touch them.

   The consequences of exposure to divine blood have been verified from the weirdness below.

   It took Lu Li an afternoon to climb the last few hundred meters to the top of the main peak. After a short rest at night, he launched a charge for the last part of the journey.

  In the early morning when the dark clouds were suppressed, the snow on the edge of the main peak slid down, revealing the figure that climbed up.

   "The weak creature who betrayed the ancients, why do you still dare to appear..."

  The **** of the deep sea stood on the top of the mountain and returned to human form, and the torn cloak like a veil was covered with obscure and complex and delicate lines, like some kind of symbol.

   Obscure, downward-flowing, dissipating divine blood drips from the torn cloak.

   "I don't think that's betrayal."

  Lu Li took a deep breath, expanding his lungs as much as possible with each breath, sucking in the thin air at the top of the mountain, preparing for the next long conversation.

   "Cities represent the last civilization and order of mankind. When the human beings who grew up on this land disappear, the reason of the world will also disappear."

   "The world doesn't need humans."

   He said. If time is used as a scale, the entire human civilization is insignificant in front of the ancients like a nap.

   "But the world is given meaning by life."

  Lu Li does not have a narrow and limited human being, which makes the answer sound like sophistry. Humans are life, but life is not just human.

  The **** of the deep sea fell into silence, suddenly abandoned the arrogant Gu Yin, and talked to Lu Liping: "I... hate you."

   He looked at the dimly lit land beyond the Back Mountains of the World, which seemed to be in the direction of Midnight City.

   "Themimus, sympathize with living beings, agree with the meaning of what you say, and answer the prayers of believers."

   "The price to pay for this is... This world was born at the beginning of its birth, resisted the enemies from the starry sky, took root in the earth, extended to countless worlds of ancient existences, and died because of the beliefs of living beings."

"God will not die. In the world, no one can kill the ancients. He should not have died, but because of the beliefs polluted by believers, he has degenerated into a ruler who lives in chaos, until he is sealed by the ancients who protect the world. .But he voluntarily dissolved his life, so as not to pollute and harm his followers..."

   The shadow under the cloak of the **** of the deep sea stared back at Lu Li.

   "I used to see it as a weakness. Now, this weakness is in me."

  The ancient one who has lived through the ages knew a few ants in the short blink of an eye for a long time, remembered this in his heart and even changed his character——

   It sounds unreasonable, but Lu Li knows the ancients and can understand the existence of this "long life".

  A wise creature's cognition of the outside world originates from the beginning, and this cognition is deep enough. When cognition is fixed, it will be difficult to change.

  Cognition gives fixed thinking and brings deep memory. Like all older people recall and remember the experiences of their youth.

  The prophets who have passed hundreds of millions of years in the dream still remember Lu Li, and the **** of the deep sea still remembers Lu Li-because they were lucky enough to leave indelible traces when the **** of the deep sea was weak and simple.

"what are you going to do."

   Lu Li could hear a certain emotion of the **** of the deep sea, which reminded him of Themimus he described.

   Today, the body of Themimus stands in Midnight City and is revered as the tree of the world.

   "Revolt...before falling into a new long sleep."

  The **** of the deep sea raised his head, the shadow seemed to pass through the clouds, and he glimpsed the boundless starry sky.

   He was waiting for Lu Li to arrive, and now that the conversation is over, he can prepare for the fight—

   "Do you know Prada?"

   Lu Li said suddenly.

   He didn't want the **** of the deep sea to die pointlessly, just like Prada.

   "The ancient **** who controls fate, the master of evil, the **** of saddles and boots, memory..." The **** of the deep sea recalled old memories.

   "Where did you know that."

   "The City of Ellen."

  Lu Li talks about Prada's results.

  When the eyes in the depths of the starry sky converge, the ancients who resisted the starry sky quietly dissipated.

   "So I can't find any trace of him after I wake up..." The God of the Deep Sea murmured.

   "Is Prada dead?" Lu Li asked, mentioning Prada's exam paper and asking him to remember him.

   "He can wake up from memory, but I don't feel his breath..."

   That means Nebula Eye killed him.

  Prada's death made the **** of the deep sea give up fighting against enemies beyond the stars.

   He felt ashamed: "So, are you here to laugh at me..."

"no."

  Lu Li stretched his palm to his pocket and took out a book-style chess piece.

   "The Doomsday Apocalypse Book can double the full power of the master. I'm not sure if it will work for the ancient gods."

The    condensed water ball wrapped the chess piece and floated away from Lu Li's palm.

   "That's an important item for your life and sanity. You just gave it to the ancients. You can never get it back." A mocking voice sounded from beside him at the same time.

   Lu Li didn't respond to her who appeared, speeding up the frequency of deep breathing, but she couldn't stop the oxygen being drawn away from her at all.

   The body became hot, and I remembered the noise in my ears. Everything in the outside world was gradually shielded, and I could only feel the suffocation of myself——

  Suddenly, fresh, cold air rushed into the lungs, and the blurred world became clear again.

  Lu Li raised his head, condensed an invisible water film to wrap him, the bubbles surging on the surface of the water film brought oxygen, and the obscure breath of the **** of the deep sea was no longer weak.

   Where did the chess pieces that can act on the ancient gods come from?

   "You haven't regained your strength yet?"

   The blood of the **** of the deep sea is still dripping.

   "Recovered, but I... the source of my passing will not stop."

   This means that He will continue to decline until he falls asleep.

   "Is the injury from the other side of the mountain?"

   "...Not all, you can't know their names."

   This made Lu Li think of the current situation of low sanity after the apocalypse book was temporarily handed over to the God of the Deep Sea.

   Lu Li asked him if the **** of the deep sea could solve the dilemma of low sanity. Anna sneered.

   "Can't wait to destroy me?"

  The **** of the deep sea regretted that he could not. It is difficult to control its power, and it can only prevent Lu Li from becoming a **** or a lunatic because of being close to him.

   "Let's go..." He said.

   "Where to go."

  Lu Li noticed that the **** of the deep sea was talking about them, not him.

   "Back to the Ellen Peninsula...before I go to sleep."

   The **** of the deep sea whispered slowly.

   "I have a better choice."

   (end of this chapter)