2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Original God Envoy..."

Yan Muyun chewed on this somewhat unfamiliar word, without hiding the shock on his face.

Constantine knew that when he first woke up in the academy, Zhou Xingxian, director of the Menxia City Special Affairs Bureau, introduced him to the old man who claimed to be the "Spokesperson of the Gods" and had both golden eyes and pale eyes.

Why is the envoy looking for me? Do you want to purify me because I am a "blasphemer"?

No, no, if you really have ill intentions towards me, you can express it directly in the live interview for the world, so that countless devout believers in gods will rush to kill me. When the official wants to protect me, they will probably have to lock me in an airtight little dark room...

So why is he looking for me?

Before Yan Muyun could sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind, the gray-robed man spoke again: "There is no time. I have answered your questions as much as possible, and I hope you can cooperate with me a little bit in the future. .....”

"Last question." Yan Muyun raised a finger: "Constantine... Sir, what does he want from me?"

"I want you to join us." The man in gray robe took off the hood on his head, revealing a handsome face that was actually quite young. He didn't even look like he was twenty years old.

However, what really shocked Yan Muyun was not the other person's age and appearance, but his eyes. The left pupil was colorless and transparent like glass, and the right pupil glowed with golden light like a candle flame.

He has golden pupils and pale pupils at the same time, just like Constantine's eyes.

"You have golden eyes, and you are the favored child of the gods. You are qualified to be his messenger like us." The young man said these words with a calm expression, which made Yan Muyun's hair stand on end.

Am I qualified to be a messenger of God?

I, the "blasphemer" who attacked the gods, can actually become the messenger of the gods?

Yan Muyun opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but was interrupted mercilessly by the other party: "Time is limited, we can't continue chatting any more. Come with me now, and I'll answer your questions later. "

"Where to go?"

"Vatican."

Located in the northwest corner of Rome, Italy, it was the center of the holy city of the largest sect in the world. The original pope dedicated this holy city to show his piety from the moment the god came to the world decades ago.

When the real messenger of God, Constantine, appeared, he naturally took over.

After hearing this answer, Yan Muyun subconsciously took a step back and smiled bitterly: "Seriously?"

"Let's go." The young man in gray robe urged again.

Yan Muyun was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head: "Sorry, I still can't go with you."

"Why?" For the first time, emotions appeared on the young man's face, and he frowned slightly, as if he was completely unable to understand the other person's choice.

In his understanding, no matter who knows that the original divine envoy wants to see him, or even has the opportunity to become one of the divine envoys, he should be ecstatic and would not hesitate to follow him. right.

That is the original divine envoy, the only great man in the world who is qualified to listen to and convey the will of the gods, and the most trusted and respected figure by trillions of believers in the world. How could anyone refuse his invitation?

The young man in gray robe frowned slightly: "Can I ask the reason?"

"It's normal if I don't go." Yan Muyun was a bit dumbfounded: "A guy he doesn't know comes out of nowhere and asks people to follow him across thousands of kilometers to a completely unfamiliar country. No normal person would agree casually. Bar?"

The young man in gray robe was silent. He instinctively wanted to refute something, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case. The other party's answer was unexpected and reasonable.

"And..." Yan Muyun grinned and spread his hands: "The superiors must have their reasons for not allowing me to have contact with you."

"Don't you have your own judgment?" The gray-robed young man's tone became obviously impatient, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Of course." Yan Muyun tilted his head slightly with a smile on his face: "And my judgment is... I can't go with you. At least I won't go to see Kang until I figure out why the higher-ups prevent me from contacting you. Standing.”

The face of the young man in gray robe turned completely cold, and his face no longer had the polite and polite expression before: "I'm afraid it's not up to you."

Yan Muyun smiled: "You..."

Before he could pronounce the first word, he felt someone grabbing his arms from behind. The next moment, he was pinned to the wet grass without any room for resistance.

The figure of the young man in gray robe under the tree not far away had disappeared, and the unique and cold voice sounded behind him: "Sorry, Mr. Yan, we have to take you away today."

What level of acceleration is this? Seventh level? Or the eighth level?

Yan Muyun's expression was dull, his eyes were looking ahead unfocused, and his nose was filled with the smell of wet grass.

He couldn't even resist... At least with his current genetic level, without superpowers, he couldn't see the possibility of defeating the opponent.

His wrist was held tightly by a steel-clamp-like hand, and his body was pinched under the opponent's armpit. Then the young man in gray robe almost didn't waste any time and immediately started running down the mountain.

Yan Muyun suddenly laughed, and then spoke, but his voice was slightly distorted by the oncoming strong wind: "Hey, why did you choose to 'invite' me at this time?"

The young man in gray robe still answered all questions: "No one here can use powers, and it will not cause too much commotion. If you are taken away by force outside, if the noise is too big, it will almost be like breaking up with China directly. ."

"I see." Yan Muyun nodded thoughtfully:

"But... who told you that no one here can use powers?"

The young man in gray robe heard something wrong in the other person's tone, looked down, and met a pair of eyes burning with golden flames.

.......

In the dark and quiet woods, a slender black cat jumped among the treetops, running quickly.

"It's still too far away now. If the superpower is released, my soul may not be able to return to its original form. As long as I cross the stream in front..."

After so many years of getting along day and night, this black cat named Christina can already be said to be Xu Wenzhe's second body. His soul possessed by it will hardly be repulsed, can last for a long time, and can freely run far away.

But this time, he ran too far. It was so far away that once his powers were released, his soul would probably be lost in this dark mountain forest.

Only when Christina returns to a place close enough to the camp can Xu Wenzhe return the soul to the original body, and then notify other people in the camp about the invasion by powerful strangers.

The black cat skillfully landed on a damp branch, and then kicked hard, intending to use the force to jump to another branch in front, but it suddenly hit something soft without warning.

"Wow! What a cute little kitten." It was a woman's voice, and the accent was very strange. It didn't sound like a Chinese.

The black cat raised his head, his sight almost completely obscured by two majestic peaks.

"Your fur is so soft." The woman stroked the black cat's back and praised it exaggeratedly.

"Meow!" The black cat let out a sharp cry, and plucked at the gray robe with its two front paws.

The woman's eyes widened slightly, her expression clearly shocked: "Has the possession been released?"

She looked down at the black cat in her arms, and after seeing the green eyes full of vigilance and disgust, she smiled helplessly: "He was actually released from possession. Isn't he afraid that his soul will be lost forever? ...No, rather, why is he so cruel to throw away the little kitten that has been with him for so many years?"