The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 903: Changqing's True Name and the Betrayer

Chapter 903 Ch.902 Changqing's True Name and the Betrayer

The Evergreen deal is simple.

To Roland's influence.

As for the other end of the scale, it holds Yolanda's wish, Roland's unfulfilled wish - and maybe Rose's 'grand wish'.

But Roland refused.

His, and Rose's.

"I thought you would make a wish to me, so that the ritualist with the highest number of rings in this country could complete the ritual. Isn't this your original purpose?"

"Like Shandel, I don't really like the ritualists of the Path of the Thinker. Besides, the little prince is interesting, but his father is not necessarily so..."

Chang Qing's laughter became much more hearty: "An ignorant young king who has not yet touched the mystery can't resist the artillery and ritualists of the Westerners... and his father."

"You will help them. It doesn't require anyone to make a wish."

Roland was holding a broken twig in his mouth, with some of his hair swaying beside his cheeks. His deep golden eyes were like a mirror reflecting the slowly flowing substance in the jade.

The sound is brisk.

"The innocent dreams and fantasies of the children condense into a 'guard' that protects ghosts - Yolanda, how many people are there on this land?"

Yolanda was stunned: "...Tens of millions? Maybe billions."

Roland chuckled: "Tens of millions of people, from birth to death, generation after generation of dreams and beliefs...what kind of special species will be condensed? I want to see it with my own eyes..."

“The ‘disassembly and opening’ from another history now belongs to you, Mr. Chang Qing.”

Roland touched his chest and bowed.

"you're free."

In an instant.

The sky and the earth change color.

It was as if thousands of overlapping and staggered sheets of glass cracked at once, and blue textures like lake waves exploded in the air.

In the eyes of Roland Collins, Yolanda, Feng Rushong, Zhang Yucai, and these villages, counties, and towns - in the eyes of the farmers who shed salty sweat in the soil that gave birth to their hot blood, the sun that they always praised finally changed its mind today.

No matter how painful it is or more painful, the place of glory that eternally shines upon those who believe in it has been opened by the power from another history.

The sky is like a deep sea.

The earth is in turmoil.

Everyone looked up at the sky, at the terrifying place with thunder and lightning, and the changing clouds and rain.

Everyone who carries its blood, even mortals, can feel the ringing and vibration from within the soul.

The farmer dropped his hoe, the child put down his candy, the man lowered his pipe, the prostitute wet his pants, and the prostitute shut her mouth.

All the debris that blocked the view was like peeling layers of fruit skin, soft and torn again and again. The dust on the ground rose to the sky, and the rain from the sky fell to the ground.

A flock of unknown birds that were sleeping came swarming in, flapping their butterfly wings and dragging their fox tails.

They gathered around the storm, singing ugly and proud songs beside this huge 'eye': everyone was born with the ability to sing, but it has been forgotten in their blood for too long, forming lumps and blocking the channels of dignity and will.

This was its first meeting with them, and also its farewell.

In the thundering clouds, a huge head hung down, and its two eyes were like the scorching sun, drying out the moisture in the crotch of every person who was in disbelief and had a guilty conscience.

It tears apart every inch of shadow on the earth, and teaches true believers who have come from afar to recognize that this is the true "Land of Light".

The sound was rumbling, unstoppable like a tsunami.

"It's not my name."

Evergreen is not.

It faced the little man on the earth whose beard was not as thick as its own, faced the man with the same golden eyes looking up at it, dancing its emerald, tree-trunk-like long tail like a cloud, and spoke softly.

Its "secret" that is almost strong to the point of overflowing sweeps across all living beings and their lands.

A diamond-shaped, crystal emerald thank-you gift shot out from the dark clouds like lightning, pierced Roland Collins' heart and nailed him to the ground.

"My name is: Wan Gu."

Qinglong said so.

The fog is coming.

…………

……

Roland was in a coma for a long time.

Before things happen, some people come and some people leave.

For example, Tuji.

Chang Geng Sidusi, who once followed his monarch and then cut off his arm to protect the new monarch, is going to report to his real master - with the treasure he 'stolen'.

Betrayal is undoubtedly painful.

What is even more painful is that Zhang Yucai, who was also a dusi and a brother in life and death, did not show any disgust or contempt for the traitor.

They have all experienced so many twists and turns that today, nothing that happens is surprising anymore - the box containing the secret of "becoming a god through burning incense" is in the bag that the little prince carries with him.

Zhang Yucai handed it to him without saying anything.

"Sir..." Tuji lowered his head.

Zhang Yucai silently put the cloak on him and patted the short and strong man's shoulder heavily, as if sighing with regret. His lips lightly touched each other, but no sound came out.

The two brothers who have experienced too many life and death situations only silently maintain a relatively dangerous distance to prove the friendship they once had - now, they go their separate ways.

If we meet again, we might end up fighting with swords.

“…go check on Christine.”

Zhang Yucai sighed: "I know you are not in the mood for love, but you have been injured recently. Anyone can see that Kristen is very…"

He also didn't understand why the foreign woman fell in love with his unattractive-looking brother - who was just a little stronger and bulging, like a short and stupid bear.

"The prince is not a good destination. If you can get away... to Jiangnan... you know..."

Tuji shook his head.

This was his fate. Ever since he was assigned to the Changgeng Division that year, he had known that this day would come.

"Once the box is taken away, my mission will be over..."

The man looked at the slanting sun.

The sunset creates gold.

"A few years ago, you and I thought about bringing a few more women to live in Jiangnan once we were completely settled..."

After Tu Ji finished speaking, he suddenly clenched his fist and hit Zhang Yucai on the shoulder.

"It would be great if I had both arms broken. I would have no one to carry my luggage and I wouldn't have to go back..." Having said that, everyone knew that Tuji could not go with the new emperor - he was able to leave alive and become a god because the little prince was still young and had compassion for him.

If I live a few more years, I will decide...

"get out."

Zhang Yucai put his hands behind his back, turned around and looked at the dense forest of emerald green layers in the distance - in fact, becoming a god through incense and offering sacrifices is not important.

If what it says is true.

Then, the fate of this country is about to change...

Tu Ji also looked in the direction Zhang Yucai was looking, picked up his bag, and turned to walk towards the small house at the entrance of the village.

Christine was already waiting for him in the house.

——He didn't know when the feelings between him and this foreign woman had grown like algae. Now, in addition to the "betrayal", she has also become a big problem in Tuji's heart.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the little prince was destined to succeed. Once the evildoers in the court left and the army entered the city, those who wanted to become immortals or gods would have no chance at all - they all shed the same blood.

Tuji is different.

If Christine really followed her, I'm afraid...

crunch.

The man sighed, walked into the door and closed it.

Half a breath.

A sharp spike pierced through the back of his neck, nailing him face outwards to the door.

The short and strong man twitched a few times, and blood flowed down his chest and back all over the ground.

Soon, the person fell silent.

The bag slid down obliquely at night.

Caught by a hand.

Open.

Take out the long, thin metal box.