What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Gu Yuqiu withdrew her gaze, severing the connection between the person and the cat, and looked to the right.

Lin Mushi had long since lost interest in the conversation and no longer blocked the view, allowing the two to talk freely.

Su Yan felt the gaze and asked, "Is something the matter?"

Just seconds before, she had answered Lin Mushi's question and confirmed that there was no need to notify Zhong Chongshan for the time being. But then Gu Yuqiu suddenly looked over, and something was clearly wrong.

"Let's notify them."

Sure enough, Gu Yuqiu looked at her and said, "Someone's here."

Lin Mushi had been paying close attention to their conversation, and quickly picked up her communicator to start a conversation with Zhong Chongshan.

She glanced at Gu Yuqiu, making sure he hadn't changed his mind, and softly repeated those four words—"Someone's coming."

Without hesitation, Zhong Chongshan asked, "The person's location, the specific direction..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

It wasn't because a battle had suddenly broken out ahead, but because the communicator seemed to be malfunctioning, with the sound becoming intermittent, which was clearly due to a lack of signal.

The problem is that this communicator comes from the Special Affairs Bureau, and powerful superhumans were involved in its design and manufacturing process, taking into full account all kinds of situations. No matter how harsh the environment, it rarely malfunctions.

"How did this thing malfunction!"

Lin Mushi was furious and said angrily, "I'll file a complaint right away!"

Just as she was about to put the communicator aside, she suddenly noticed something strange.

At some point, many marks appeared on the communicator's casing, turning it from brand new to old in a flash, as if decades had passed in an instant.

"do not be afraid."

Gu Yuqiu said, "This won't affect you."

This sentence is very light and simple, without much suspense, but it makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

Lin Mushi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put down the communicator, and looked ahead.

Their voices were no longer restricted and reached the driver's ears.

He nodded in acknowledgment, indicating that he had noticed the problem with the communicator and was preparing to use another method to contact Zhong Chongshan when he suddenly heard two words.

"parking."

"parking?"

The driver paused slightly, glanced at the person who spoke, and then stepped on the brakes.

The same thing happened to the car the next second.

Just like the communicator in Lin Mushi's hand, the sturdy and reliable body and the simple yet luxurious interior are aging at a visible rate.

Those are the traces of the passage of time.

Being there, observing everything as if you were a bystander, naturally felt quite magical.

When a once comfortable seat becomes worn out in the blink of an eye, with its internal support structure exposed from the outer shell and even gaps appearing, wonder turns into horror.

Before Lin Mushi could think any further, a screeching sound of brakes rang out.

She instinctively looked out the window and saw obvious sparks on the ground, seemingly from the friction between the wheels and the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the car body began to shake violently.

From an overhead view, the car looks like a wild bee flitting about, or a fish that has finally realized it is about to fall off a cliff, constantly wagging its tail in an attempt to struggle and change the course of its fall into the waterfall.

From a certain perspective, if a car crashes through the bridge railing and plunges straight down, it does indeed resemble the latter analogy.

Just seconds before this scene was about to unfold, and everyone was about to plunge down with the car and collide directly with the river surface.

A gust of cold wind howled in.

It was as if the car had been hit head-on by a dump truck; it made a loud, strained noise, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

However, at that moment, the extremely biting cold wind suddenly became gentle, as if spring had arrived after a long, harsh winter.

As the spring breeze subsided, the dilapidated and old car finally came to a stop after crashing into the deserted sidewalk.

The driver was breathing heavily; his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

He glanced at the scene ahead, and after confirming that there was no immediate danger, he looked at the dilapidated rearview mirror.

There was only one person visible in the rearview mirror: Lin Mushi.

"Thank...thank you," the driver said breathlessly.

"Need not."

Lin Mushi raised her hand, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, tucked her slightly damp hair behind her ear, and stepped out of the car.

There were two people standing outside the car.

Gu Yuqiu stood facing the river breeze, nodded, and said, "It's alright."

Standing beside her, Su Yan gave a soft "hmm" in appreciation.

They had various means to resolve the previous situation, but ultimately they didn't take action and left the matter to Lin Mushi, because the power of the Path of Myriad Phenomena was truly suitable for handling this kind of problem.

Without a doubt, Lin Mushi did an excellent job.

Whether it's remaining calm in the face of danger or the subtle shifts in the cold wind between stillness and movement, these are all remarkable feats, and they truly live up to the training the Special Affairs Bureau has given her.

"so……"

Lin Mushi seemed not to hear their conversation, staring blankly at the sky, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "What's going on?"

At the edge of her gaze, the night sky, which should have been pitch black, was suddenly tinged with orange, as if dusk had returned.

An unsettling atmosphere hung in the air, and the whole world seemed to freeze.

The dark sky suddenly gained color, and the moon, like the sun, emitted a dim light.

The whole scene was extremely eerie; even Mr. Zhuo's dream world had never given her this feeling.

“Sanctuary”.

Gu Yuqiu said softly, "When extraordinary beings are tainted by divinity, they will naturally possess certain things. Although they may vary, you will have them in the future. There's no need to make a fuss."

Lin Mushi didn't know what to say, thinking to herself, "Where would I get this talent?"

She looked at Su Yan, suddenly remembered their conversation not long ago, hesitated for a moment, and then went behind this enemy—because Gu Yuqiu had agreed.

Then she seemed to hear a sound coming from not far away, mixed with the darkness of the twilight world.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The Night King emerged from the darkness and stood before Gu Yuqiu, mockingly saying, "Your tone is still so disdainful. Truly remarkable, Miss Huai."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Yan frowned slightly and looked at Gu Yuqiu, thinking to herself, "So that's what you're all about?"

Chapter 69: How Do You Want to Die?

Su Yan has been wondering about one thing all night: how the Fool's Ship was destroyed.

For certain reasons, she never asked Gu Yuqiu about the truth behind the story, but she already had many guesses in her heart.

For example, the sacred objects left behind by that person.

For example, the white cat stealthily extends its claws.

However, all of these examples have one problem: they cannot completely destroy the Ship of Fools, leaving only its most primitive form.

In retrospect, she had subconsciously overlooked a possibility: she hadn't considered the possibility of using her real name.

However, the problem is that she still can't understand why Gu Yuqiu can recite that person's real name.

Just as Gu Yuqiu said, as extraordinary individuals travel further and further along the long stairway to godhood, their bodies and souls will be imbued with divinity, possessing certain characteristics that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

The sanctuary and the true name are both concrete manifestations of this characteristic.

Ordinary people, and even ordinary superhumans, will experience extremely terrifying pressure upon contact with these things, to the point of mental breakdown and death.

This is also why Su Yan had to change her name after coming in an avatar, and one of the reasons why powerful cultivators gradually lost their own names and only had titles.

Su Yan suddenly remembered a conversation she had not long ago.

She seriously asked Gu Yuqiu what kind of relationship she had with that person, and the answer she received was that it was closer than that of husband and wife, and that he was not lying.

The answer is true.

However, what relationship is closer than that of husband and wife?

As Su Yan pondered something, vaguely recalling something, a voice suddenly pierced her ears, booming like thunder.

“Miss Huai, since you accepted my invitation on the Fool’s Ship, we’ve come to see you now. Won’t you come with us?”

The Night King stopped twenty meters in front of the three, pointed to the setting sun, and said in a gentle tone, "The mastermind you thought was qualified to speak with you has now truly arrived..."

Su Yan snapped out of her daze and stared blankly at the incessantly chattering Night King, her mood suddenly turning sour.

"you……"

She interrupted the Night King and asked softly, "Do you want to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bridge suddenly fell silent.

The Night King's smile gradually faded, and his gaze slowly shifted, landing on the unremarkable Su Yan.

The "ordinary" here does not refer to appearance or physique, but rather to ability.

He read it carefully, but still couldn't find any reason why Su Yan had the right to say such a thing, so he became very upset.

"really interesting."

The Night King laughed and looked at her, saying, "Not long ago, the Miss Huai beside you was in almost the same posture as you are now on the ship."

Su Yan ignored her.

The Night King's smile grew increasingly mocking as he continued, "It's not just the posture, but also this disgusting way of pretending to be weak and pathetic."

As he spoke, he quietly raised his right hand and grasped a sliver of the remaining night.

As the last syllable faded, the remaining darkness coalesced into a spear, appearing in his palm before vanishing.

The whole process was extremely fast, yet strangely fast, as if some steps had been omitted, giving one a feeling of nausea.