Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

"Fu Kuan! Help me!"

As soon as the old man Mu Shan finished speaking, his whole body was like a fired shell.

Before Fu Kuan could make a move, he heard the sound of tearing muscles.

Seeing this, the ghost slave also rushed directly behind Fu Kuan to block the flying stiffs for Fu Kuan.

With a wave of his hand, Fu Kuan took the ghost slave back.

He knew that the old man Mu Shan was hopeless.

Fu Kuan didn't think much, and ran forward quickly.

After all, the old man Mushan has done a lot of evil, and he deserves what he deserves.

Soon, Fu Kuan also saw a red door.

The door was half open, and the surrounding area was so clean that there was no dust at all.

There are only some footprints on the ground, which are clearly visible.

Fu Kuan didn't go any further, just seeing these chaotic footprints, he could tell that the people who came here should all be from the western forces.

They stole the upper half of the keel inscription from here, and took away the jade seal.

Although Fu Kuan felt a little sad, in the end, it was not written that the things here were owned by any country.

Whoever gets it, that is whose skill it is.

Fu Kuan took a few steps forward slowly, and then heard a strange singing sound inside.

"Could it be Lan Xiaolin?"

As soon as Fu Kuan thought of this, he immediately rushed in.

After passing through the red gate, Nuo Da's underground palace suddenly appeared in front of him.

However, the underground palace was different from what he had seen before. At least, there was no fault in the middle of a normal underground palace.

And the singing voice comes from the fault zone.

Seeing this, Fu Kuan rushed in directly.

He kept moving down like a monkey.

Gradually, it became darker below, as if even the light of his tactical flashlight would be swallowed up.

When he was young, before Fu Kuan's lights seemed to be swallowed, he saw Lan Xiaolin standing in front of a statue, singing something incomprehensible.

"Little Blue!"

Fu Kuan shouted subconsciously.

However, Lan Xiaolin seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, and was still muttering about something.

"Xiao Lan! It's me, Fu Kuan!"

Fu Kuan took a few steps forward.

At this time, Lan Xiaolin finally stopped, without turning her head, but said coldly: "Let's get out of here."

Hearing Lan Xiaolin's voice, although Fu Kuan was sure that the voice belonged to Lan Xiaolin, it was not Lan Xiaolin's style.

"Aren't you Lan Xiaolin?"

Fu Kuanhan said in a cold voice.

"There was no Lan Xiaolin in the first place, but I am the God of Blue Clothes."

Lan Xiaolin said.

"Isn't Lan Xiaolin the God of Blue Clothes?"

Fu Kuan deduced from the oracle that Lan Xiaolin was the God of Blue Clothes, and there was absolutely no mistake in that.

"If you want me to be resurrected, Lan Xiaolin must die."

Lan Xiaolin's tone became even colder.

Hearing this, Fu Kuan finally came to his senses.

The so-called Lan Xiaolin is really gone, at least Lan Xiaolin's soul is gone, and the rest is the blue-clothed god in front of her.

"Okay, even so, I have a few questions to ask, you answered me, I will leave here immediately!"

The purpose of Fu Kuan's coming here is not to wander around casually.

"I don't know the question you want to ask, so let's go."

Lan Xiaolin said.

"Impossible, you must know what happened here back then? Do you know what happened to the white mulberry tree? And what kind of secrets are hidden in the dragon bone inscription?"

Fu Kuan's series of questions actually made Lan Xiaolin sneer.

"What's the use of knowing so much?"

Fu Kuan's pupils shrank slightly: "Of course it works, I want to stop all of this."

"You?" Lan Xiaolin's voice was full of teasing, "Even I can't do anything, just you?"

"Who says there is nothing you can do? You choose to give up before you try. This is not what you so-called gods should do!"

Fu Kuan drinks.

"Are you going to tell me the truth?"

Lan Xiaolin didn't seem to want to hear what Fu Kuan said, her tone was full of impatience.

"Do you self-righteously think that God is obliged to save you from fire and water?"

Lan Xiaolin asked back.

But it was precisely this sentence that made Fu Kuan somewhat at a loss as to how to respond.

"That's not what it means. No one needs someone to save, and no one is born to be a high god. The incense in normal times is offered to you by ordinary people. As gods, don't you even protect your people? Those incense sticks, after all, are still offered for nothing?"

Fu Kuan said.

"Then has someone offered incense to me?"

Lan Xiaolin said coldly.

Fu Kuan knew that he couldn't explain this. After all, there are a group of people who believe in every shrine.

Even if it is the blue-clothed god, even if he has disappeared for a long time, there should be some people who will worship him.

"You said that we can be called gods only because of our faith, but I would like to ask you, are those people who offer incense now really sincere?"

Lan Xiaolin's words were full of coldness.

It is completely different from the previous Lan Xiaolin.

"I don't need you to act for me, I just want to know the truth!"

Fu Kuan said.

"The truth?" Lan Xiaolin smiled more wantonly, "What if you know the truth? Can you change everything?"

"I said, how will you know if you don't try? At least let me know!" Fu Kuan said.

"Did you understand? People are confused when they live. Do you think that death is the end of life?"

Lan Xiaolin didn't want to answer Fu Kuan directly.

"Do you know what I went through in order to come here to meet you?"

Fu Kuan said.

"What does it matter to me what you went through? Did I send you here?"

Lan Xiaolin's voice was cold.

Fu Kuan suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave.

"Fu Kuan, strictly speaking, you are not an ordinary person. You should know that this world is constantly advancing and developing. Some things have been forgotten by the world, and some disasters are bound to be brewing. Now, it is time for them to feel what despair is, only in this way can their faith return and let them know that incense is not a perfunctory, but a spiritual belief."

When Lan Xiaolin said this, she immediately turned her head.

I saw that although Lan Xiaolin still looked familiar at this time, her demeanor was completely different. "

"So, you also agree to allow human beings to suffer this catastrophe?"

Fu Kuan also seemed to have figured out something, and he was no longer as anxious and angry as before.

"What I can do is almost done just now, and I can't give you the answer you want."

Lan Xiaolin said seriously.

Seeing this, Fu Kuan sighed coldly.

"In this case, my trip is in vain, but don't worry, I will find out all the secrets in it, and I will use my methods to prevent everything that is coming, even if it is death, I will try."

After Fu Kuan finished speaking, he turned around and strode up, about to leave.

Lan Xiaolin looked at Fu Kuan who left from the abyss of the Rift Valley, feeling mixed feelings in her heart.

"No one can solve this disaster, you are so persistent, I'm afraid...