Twilight Speaker

Chapter 12: Breaking the Secret Weapon, the Old Parliament

Chamber of Secrets.

Chen Xiang followed the description of the Colossus Method, imagining the scroll in his mind and visualizing the giant standing on the golden chariot.
Somehow, he could sense the red particles floating in the air.

According to the records of the Colossus Method, this is the [True God Factor], which comes from the God. Only by imagining the true meaning of God or extraordinary life can one perceive it.
He greedily absorbed the true god factor, and visualized the Twilight Titan over and over again, communicating with the great and supreme existence.
The true god factor poured into Chen Xiang's body, and along with the breath transportation techniques of the Colossus Method, it was transported to all parts of his body bit by bit.

However, is the speed at which I absorb this True God Factor a little too fast?
According to the Colossus Method, an ordinary person can absorb 3 to 5 true god factors per hour, and a genius favored by the gods can absorb about 10.
And myself.
In the space of a breath, a grain of true god gene entered his body.

In one hour, he absorbed nearly two hundred True God Factors! This was because the True God Factors in the surrounding air were extremely rare, otherwise.
Is it because of my strong spiritual will?

Or is it because of this visualization picture?

He didn't think much about it and continued to recite the Colossus Method.

"Strength and Qi combine, embrace Qi in the body, and take spirit from the body."

Chen Xiang was like a madman, and according to the records of the Colossus Method, he actively pumped his muscles. His skin membranes and bones were vibrating at a high speed at this moment.
The True God Factor was also trembling, melting into the skin, muscles, tendons and bones bit by bit.
He is transforming.

An unknown amount of time had passed. When Chen Xiang roughly estimated that he had absorbed at least a thousand True God Factors, the feeling of tearing and collapse in his body gradually faded.

When he absorbed more than 3,000 True God Factors, he felt as if a layer of gauze covered his body, and his hearing and sense of smell increased dramatically.
I can even hear the sound of my blood flowing and smell the slight rust on the mirror not far away.
When the number of true god factors absorbed reaches five thousand.

'Crack! ! '

It was the bones that made the crisp sound, a sound like thunder.

The membrane is like a gauze, and the tendons and bones shake like thunder.

The first level of secret martial arts has been broken.

Chen Xiang opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and used the method of explosive power in the Colossus Technique. He twisted his waist and bent his knees, gathering strength like a bow, and releasing strength like an arrow, and punched out!

'Snapped! ! '

The air was sucked out and strong winds blew in all directions.

"Is this the master of secret martial arts?"

Chen Xiang felt more relaxed than ever before, and seemed to have endless energy.
He said to himself:
"Is cultivation so simple?"

As he spoke, Chen Xiang glanced sideways, staring at the flawless white mirror lying on the ground, and asked calmly:
"Mirror, who are you?"

"I?"

The mirror stood up in the air, and a respectful voice came from it:
"To answer your question, my full name is [Mirror of the Mourner], and some people call me 009. As for who I am specifically..."

After a pause, it spoke seriously:
"I forgot because I was crazy."

Chen Xiang was startled, but remained alert, staring at the mirror solemnly:

"You're crazy? What do you mean?"

"Literally!" The mirror swayed slowly, "I've been crazy for a long time, my memory is shattered, I've forgotten a lot, and can only recall fragments occasionally."

"What do you want to do?"

"In reply to your question, I don't want to do anything."

"What happened to the ghost just now?"

"Ghosts? Isn't that what you wanted?" The mirror asked in confusion, "You said you wanted to see ghosts, and I happened to have the ability, so I summoned some ghosts. Then you said stop, so I stopped, didn't I?"

The corners of Chen Xiang's mouth twitched, and a trace of doubt flashed through his mind. This mirror seemed to listen to him very much?

After thinking for a moment, he asked again:

"You do whatever I tell you to do?"

The mirror certainly speaks:
"Of course I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Chen Xiang asked again in a serious tone:

"why?"

The mirror was silent for a long time, then spoke faintly:
"I am crazy, not stupid."

Chen Xiang was a little confused. What did this mean?
He remained alert and continued to ask questions. The mirror thought for a moment and replied:

"Because I'm afraid of you."

"Afraid of me? Why?"

"I am a madman with shattered memories. I don't know why, but my subconscious tells me that I should be afraid of you."

Chen Xiang was speechless when his subconscious came out.

After a while, he bravely stepped forward, carefully picked up the mirror and looked at it carefully. The mirror body was snow-white and flawless, and there were some inexplicable patterns on the back, accompanied by a line of small words.

【The dead are eventually forgotten, only the mirror remains in memory. 】

"How did you summon the phantom?" he asked softly, having confirmed that the mirror, apart from being a little crazy, would not attack him on its own initiative.

After all, if the mirror had continued to summon ghosts or had not awakened itself, it would have died long ago.

The mirror thought for a moment and answered honestly:
"I don't know how I summon, but I can. Wherever I illuminate, the souls of all the intelligent beings that have died there can be awakened by me, and they will obey my orders."

After a pause, it flattered, "Of course, that was before. Now they will only listen to you."

Chen Xiang was stunned:
"I've never seen so many people die here before?"

"Not now, but what about ten years ago? Fifty, one hundred, one thousand years ago?"

The mirror said seriously:
"Let me put it another way. I can awaken the souls of all the creatures that have died in a certain area since 1518 years ago."

"The first year of the divine calendar 1518 years ago?" Chen Xiang seemed to be thinking.

"Yes."

The mirror laughs:

"But there are no extraordinary beings among the dead creatures here, and they have been dead for more than a year, so the ones summoned are just ordinary ghosts without wisdom and self-awareness."

Chen Xiang nodded slightly and changed the subject:
"By the way, have you heard of Titan?"

"I haven't heard of it." The mirror answered simply: "I told you, I'm crazy, and crazy people know nothing."

"I can't tell you're crazy."

Chen Xiang shook his head:

"By the way, what should I call you?"

"To answer your question, I asked my subordinates to call me the Invincible Mirror King before. Do you want to follow suit?"

Chen Xiang's mouth twitched:
"Okay, I'll just call you Mirror. Since you said you listen to me, from now on, behave yourself and don't talk nonsense, especially when there are other people around."

"As you wish."

He didn't know what this Mirror of Mourning was. It was clearly an extraordinary item, but what level of extraordinary item was it?

No clue.

But it should be pretty awesome.

Chen Xiang picked up the token, scroll and spear tip, and finally asked:
"Do you recognize these things?"

"To answer your question, I said I was crazy, I don't remember anything, I don't know anything. But."

The mirror paused and continued:
"Among these things, I have some impression that the token seems to be a symbol of a member of parliament. The original owner is probably dead."

Chen Xiang was stunned:
"died?"

"Yes." Mirror asked in confusion: "Isn't the small box under your feet an urn? Are these things placed in it? If they are placed in the urn, then they are relics."

Chen Xiang looked down at the box within the box at his feet, feeling a little amused. Is it really an urn?
The colossus's wooden box contains an urn, and the urn contains relics.

What is the relationship between the Colossus Academy and this so-called Old Parliament?
The mirror seemed to have remembered something and said:
"You cut off a part of your spirit and put it into the token. I guess you can become the new owner of the token, that is, a member of the parliament."

"It's not that parliament, it's the old parliament." Chen Xiang added and then fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he shook his head, covered the mirror with the black cloth that had covered the wooden box before, placed it in the corner of the secret room, and put the wooden box, scroll, urn, etc. into the secret compartment before walking out of the secret room.

Through the window, you can see the sun setting and dusk has arrived.

"It's afternoon already? No, that's not right."

He looked at the clock in his sister's room. It was half past six in the afternoon, while the time on the clock calendar was
Sunday, May 1518, 5.

“I stayed in the secret room for a day and a half”

Chen Xiang frowned. From the time he devoured the ghost to the time he practiced the secret martial arts, more than thirty hours had passed! !
I haven't contacted my eldest sister and second brother for more than 30 hours.
He listened carefully and found that there were no more complicated gunshots outside. He immediately walked out of the room, moved the wardrobe and refrigerator that were blocking the door, and prepared to go out to find out the situation and call his second brother and others.

However, just after moving the refrigerator and wardrobe, Chen Xiang saw someone standing in the corridor.

A silver-haired girl stood there prettyly.

"Hi!"

Wei Qingqiu waved his hand:
"Hello again, Chen Yongshi!"

"Xiao Wei?" Chen Xiang was surprised: "Why are you here?"

Xiao Wei grinned, walked into the door confidently, sat down on the sofa, and stretched.

The setting sun shone through the window, gently shining on her.

"I came to invite you."

"invite."

Chen Xiang frowned, feeling that something was wrong, he blocked the doors of the wardrobe and refrigerator again, walked into the living room, and looked at the lazy girl in front of him:
"What invitation?"

"Have you heard of it?" The girl stroked her hair, and her snow-white neck shone brightly in the sunset light.

"Have you heard of the Old Parliament?"

She smiled sweetly, like a harmless cat.

(End of this chapter)