After midnight

As the sun rose, Song Xinjun walked towards the southeast of the city. He got up a little early, so he chose to take a walk. It just so happened that he also wanted to know more about this city.

"Shangguan Can?" Ten minutes later, Song Xinjun took two quick steps and caught up with the man in the gray cotton coat in front.

Hearing someone calling him, Shangguan Can turned around with surprise on his face. It was no wonder he was surprised. After joining the revolutionary army, he had only met Song Xinjun a few times and had never been on a mission together. So he was not familiar with him and did not expect Song Xinjun to call him.

Song Xinjun glanced at the Xindu Building left behind by them and felt that it couldn't be such a coincidence.

"Shangguan Can, where are you going?"

"Just... just taking a walk." Shangguan Can hesitated and didn't say it clearly.

Song Xinjun understood. "I guess your destination is the same as mine, why don't we go together?"

Song Xinjun had a general understanding of Shangguan Can's affairs. But what did An Yan want to say by calling them over at the same time?

Song Xinjun looked ahead and saw the Impression East City Bank where he could no longer see the tall buildings.

At 9:30 in the morning, Song Xinjun and Shangguan Can walked past the ginkgo tree one after the other, the branches of the ginkgo tree were bare. Following the path in front of the ginkgo tree to the end, there was a villa. After opening the iron gate of the villa and walking through the equally bare garden, they arrived at An Yan's home.

Song Xinjun rang the doorbell, which rang again and again. Just when Song Xinjun thought he had found the wrong place, the door opened. The person standing behind the door was Su Ziling.

"Where is An Yan? What does he want us for?" Shangguan Can asked impatiently.

"You will be able to see him soon." Su Ziling said as he led them to the study on the second floor.

"Please take a seat first. He will be here soon."

After Su Ziling closed the door and left, Song Xinjun casually looked around the room. This study room was not what he had imagined, there were flowers and plants, a reclining chair with a pillow in it, and a row of light wooden bookcases on the wall, which were filled with books.

Song Xinjun had always thought that the study was just an office at home, and everything was just for show except for the documents that needed to be approved urgently. It was like Fang Hao's or someone else's study. But obviously, this was not it.

With a whoosh, Shangguan Can pulled open the half-open curtains, letting the light fill the entire study. At this time, Song Xinjun looked down at his watch. It was 9:40, and there were still 20 minutes to 10 o'clock.

"Hey, Shangguan Can. Do you know why An Yan asked you to come?"

"I don't know." Shangguan Can's eyes were bright and innocent. Song Xinjun felt that he probably really hadn't even thought about it.

"…I always feel that he won't just come with the two of us."

"What do you mean?" Shangguan Can asked him immediately.

"It's just a feeling." Song Xinjun evaded the question.

After receiving the letter, Song Xinjun has always had this feeling. If An Yan only wanted to find him, he would not have called him home. It was just that he was not sure before, but the moment he met Shangguan Can, he was sure. There are less than twenty minutes left, who will be standing in this study?

Lin Nuan, Lu Li, Xu Xing, Bai Ming, Yin, and Song Xinjun sat in a chair far away by the window and watched them. They didn't say a word to each other after entering the room, which was a bit strange because they were obviously more familiar with each other. After they arrived, the atmosphere was dull, and the bright sunlight and the comfortable design of the room did not alleviate the awkward situation at all.

Song Xinjun looked down at his watch again. It was 9:55. An Yan and Su Ziling had not arrived yet.

At ten o'clock, the door of the room was pushed open. Su Ziling followed An Yan in. Seeing them come in, Lin Nuan, Lu Li and others stood up one after another. Song Xinjun also stood up. At this time, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Shangguan Can was getting closer to him.

"An Yan." Lin Nuan called him in a worried tone.

An Yan gestured to her and walked around them to sit on the chair in front of the desk. Su Ziling stayed and sat next to Yin, next to them. At this point, there was no extra space in the room except for the recliner. As for Shangguan Can, he had been standing by the window, and no one cared about him.

"Everyone, I asked you to come here because you are all closely related to what I am about to say. In the future, it is more likely that your life will be at stake at any time. Therefore, I have an obligation to tell you everything, and you also have the right to know all this in advance."

Song Xinjun looked at An Yan, and everyone looked at An Yan.

"This is a conspiracy that spanned three generations of 'Sons of God' and lasted for fifty years. What I want to tell you in detail today is the plan to copy the 'Sons of God' that was exposed not long ago."

Song Xinjun was a little surprised. He never expected that An Yan wanted to talk about this matter.

"They are not worthy of being called 'Sons of God'." Su Ziling said.

"But they succeeded. Those who have water abilities like me are already 'sons of God' in another sense." An Yan said lightly, but it was tantamount to exploding the bomb again.

"An Yan, did you just say the third generation of 'Son of God'?" Lin Nuan asked cautiously.

Song Xinjun looked at Lin Nuan and was suddenly shocked. Yes, everyone knew that Song Hongtian was the culprit of this plan, but in his nearly sixty years of life, he only experienced two "Sons of God", the 76th and 77th. The 77th "Son of God" was An Yan. Could it be that this plan didn't even start with Song Hongtian, and the Song family had to trace it back another generation? Song Xinjun felt a little desperate.

"It's the third generation." An Yan said.

Song Xinjun's breathing stagnated, and at the same time, Yin's face became as gloomy as if frozen.

"I don't know if this plan is just Song Hongtian's idea. The beginning can no longer be traced, but as for the ending, to be honest, I don't know when this plan will be completely completed." An Yan continued.

What An Yan said was right. This plan was a big move. Even if Song Yu, Lingyi, Saner, Liujiu and Song Nan were killed now, there was no guarantee that others would follow in the future. But Song Xinjun could not control the future. What he had to do now was to kill Song Yu, Lingyi and all of them. Song Xinjun was determined to kill Song Yu, not for anything else, but because Song Yu killed Lin Xuanfeng.

"Because the plan is still going on." An Yan said word by word.

What does that mean? Does An Yan mean that Song Yu is still continuing this plan? How is that possible?

"What? Those bastards!" Shangguan Can gritted his teeth, just like Song Xinjun.

Song Xinjun naturally understood Shangguan Can's anger, and he would never forget who killed Zhao Yunqi. But what did An Yan just say? Wasn't the plan successful? Could they continue to produce those fakes without An Yan?

Song Xinjun looked at all of them, and everyone was shocked except Yin and Su Ziling.

Well, no one can remain indifferent.

"The plan is indeed still going on. Perhaps it won't be long before another Zero One or Eleven appears... I'm sorry, even if I knew about it earlier than you, there's nothing I can do."

Song Xinjun understood. He understood why An Yan had asked them to come, because this matter could not be changed by An Yan's passion alone, even if he had extraordinary abilities. Song Xinjun had a hunch that everything would change today.

"And that is..." An Yan thought, lowered his head slightly, and then raised it again. "Having said that, I must make it clear. If it weren't for Uncle Lin, Lin Nuan's father, Song Hongtian would never let me go. Because I am more than just a 'Son of God'."

"Before me, there was another 'Son of God' who was hidden and wiped out. His name is An Ran. He and I have a direct blood relationship. He is my father's brother and my uncle. He is the 77th 'Son of God'."

The whole audience was shocked. Song Xinjun stood up in shock. Lin Nuan also stood up. She was so shocked that her body was a little shaky, but then Lu Li, who stood up right after her, helped her sit back on the sofa. Lin Nuan sat back on the sofa with a pale face. She lowered her head and covered her face. She didn't see Shangguan Can also stand up straight. Xu Xing and Bai Ming also looked at each other in horror.

But it was different. Two people reacted differently from them. Yin was as steady as a rock. He had been staring at An Yan since he entered the room. Even now, no one could see any other expression on his deep face.

Su Ziling did the same, trying not to be too shocked. He knew that An Yan didn't want them to be sad. But how could it be possible? Even if he didn't understand this world, he knew what it meant. What's more, he knew a little more than others. His heart was instantly wrapped in soreness and rolled over.

"There is no regular pattern in the birth of 'Son of God' throughout the generations. He may be born into a wealthy family, or into a poor family as small as an ant. But without exception, he will never be born into the same family repeatedly. So, from the moment I was born, I carried not only the fate of the 'Son of God'." An Yan said.

The invisible air strangled Su Ziling's throat, and he felt that he couldn't breathe. Suddenly, he thought of another fact. Since An Ran, who made An Yan lose control just by hearing his name, was his uncle, the previous "Son of God", then who was that person? Who called out this name?

"On the night Qiqi died, the person who appeared on Wangcheng Mountain and used the same ability as Yin, the one who made me lose control, was Zhang Yang. He was the previous 'Guardian'. He was supposed to protect my uncle, but he killed him with his own hands. Not only that, he also killed my parents with his own hands and brought me to that hell on earth."

Bang! Su Ziling took a step back and bumped into the corner of the table, knocking over the teacup on the corner. After the cup fell, the tea spilled out and spread on the table. The bang did not disturb Su Ziling. He stared at An Yan, his face pale. A low buzzing sound sounded beside his ears, and Su Ziling suspected for a moment that he just had tinnitus. Did he hear it wrong?

But the expression on Anyan's face was so solemn and dignified, so gloomy and painful, and so clearly revealed the heavy past he was carrying.

He had heard correctly. A generation of 'Son of God' had completely disappeared, and his 'Guardian' had killed him.

How is this possible? How is this possible? This is impossible.

An Yan looked into the void through Yin, Su Ziling, and Lin Nuan's gaze. He didn't know what he looked like in their eyes at the moment. But he didn't want to know or see it at all, because it would make him want to cry.

Song Xinjun blinked and exhaled. He saw the same shock on Shangguan Can's face. This kind of thing was simply a fantasy. But the next second, his face was burning. This was the crime of their Song family. The natural connection of blood made him feel ashamed. He blinked again and saw that the water on the table had formed a line and flowed to the ground.

The study fell into deathly silence.