The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 958 - 448: Good Night, Peak City (2)

The last one to disembark was Tang Ling, carrying a guitar case and responsible for the rear guard alone. If anything happened, she would summon a terrifying thunderstorm to bombard the entire port, and in her shadow lurked a faintly discernible phantom.

That was the shadow of Gu Jianlin.

Old Master Si glanced back, thinking that the boss was truly impartial.

The safety of both lady bosses could always be ensured.

On the rooftop terrace, Ji Ye squinted at this group of refugees: "This shouldn’t be."

Ying Changsheng casually said, "I think they won’t necessarily take a cruise back to the country. After Mr. Bai Mu was killed, they might have already suffered heavy losses. In this situation, they should hide and recuperate."

Ji Ye shook his head and said, "This doesn’t align with Qilin’s style. Now that the Blue King has declared war on the Order World, it’s like challenging half the world’s power alone. Moreover, the Blue King is old and injured, and his remaining life is limited. Logically, Qilin would definitely return to the Order World, though I also don’t know where his confidence comes from."

Ying Changsheng shrugged: "So what should we do with these refugees now?"

"Notify Mu Qingyou, freeze all the outstanding talents."

Ji Ye turned around expressionlessly: "You can handle the rest."

This former member of the Ji Family turned and left, and the oppressive aura vanished instantly.

Ying Changsheng watched her leave with a half-smile, but secretly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Cold sweat silently flowed down his back.

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The current Order World has been completely taken over by the Bai Ze Clan, with this port filled with white-robed monsters everywhere. Under such terrifying intimidation, the refugees dared not act rashly. Halfway through, they were forcibly split into two groups according to the guide signs, with one group sent onto vans and the rest to warehouses.

The white-robed people picked up ancient bells, and as the crisp bell sound rang, the refugees became drowsy.

"Damn it, a jinx!"

Heiqi Yidao’s expression changed slightly, and he whispered, "We’re being sent to freezing."

Gu Jianlin approached the warehouse, feeling the cold air coming at him.

Obviously, this was a cold storage.

Beside him, Moon Princess gently nudged him, indicating it was a good opportunity to act.

But Gu Jianlin shook his head because instructions came through the earphones again.

"Don’t worry. This is the path I’ve arranged for you. The cruelty of the Bai Ze Clan isn’t without logic; they are preparing for the apocalypse. You’ve been identified as outstanding talents who will be sealed in coffins and sent to Deep Space Technology Building to be preserved for future crises. The rest of your teammates, deemed unstable factors, will be sent to prison via vans, and they’ll find a chance to escape midway."

No.5 calmly explained, "You won’t be truly sealed, rather you’ll use this chance as a cover. You’ll be placed in coffins and directly sent to the Deep Space Technology Building."

Gu Jianlin’s eyes flickered, not from fear, but from excitement.

"I know this is precisely what you want. Your Sixth Rank Promotion Ceremony will also be completed here."

No.5’s naive voice, both angelic and devilish, carried a hint of seduction: "The Blood Sacrifice!"

Gu Jianlin recalled the ritual recorded on the Sheepskin Scroll, the Sixth Rank Promotion of the Ghost Slayer Path being an extremely bloody process, a bloodthirsty and frenzied ceremony usually completed on a battlefield.

Because the number of lives needed for this ritual was enormous.

If you don’t want to kill innocents indiscriminately, you must go to war. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Even if you want to use the lives of your enemies for the ritual, your enemies’ household register might not support it.

Unless you make enemies everywhere, with foes scattered across the seven continents and four oceans.

In nearly a thousand years, only one person met this criterion.

Gu Jianlin turned around expressionlessly.

Heiqi Yidao hurriedly winked, pleading: "Brother, you don’t seem worried at all. Do you have a backup plan? We’re all in the same boat. Fourteen hundred years ago, you Heavenly Dynasty people were our big daddies. Now we’re kind of reconnecting after over a thousand years, right? You have to let me hold onto your big leg!"

Gu Jianlin was perplexed, doubting if his profile was wrong.

This guy seemed so unprincipled; he shouldn’t be the person he guessed, right?

There was no time to verify now.

Under the drive of the white-robed people, the refugees had already entered the cold storage.

A white-haired woman with a sword box stood at the door of the cold storage, her sharp eyes scanning these despondent refugees relentlessly. Undoubtedly, if she sensed anything unusual, she would draw her sword to kill.

Mu Qingyou.

Once the second in the Omega Sequence.

Gu Jianlin passed by her indifferently, yet she did not seem to recognize her former comrade.

In a fleeting moment, he forcibly restrained his intent to kill.

He could kill her anytime, but he needed to reach the Deep Space Technology Building first.

The Moon Princess walked past despondently, her eyes suddenly flashing with a surge of killing intent.

Because at that moment, Mu Qingyou unexpectedly took a deep look at her.

"Short woman from Ying Province."

Mu Qingyou withdrew her gaze and chuckled disdainfully.

Gu Jianlin breathed a sigh of relief but felt the girl behind him seemingly clenching her silver teeth in silence.

Before boarding the cruise, they all did face disguises and took drugs that altered their Life Rhythms.

Not even the foreknowledge of the Bai Ze Clan, their most proud, could detect their problems.