The correct way to wish for the Holy Grail of Conan

The dazzling white light penetrated the black mist, shrouded in darkness and suspended on Zhenshi's body, like streams of warm water, washing away all the negative emotions and traumas in Zhenshi from body to spirit, and those negative emotions and traumatic Wisps of black mist peeled off from Zhenshi's body and melted into the endless darkness below.

Zhenshi floated up from the dark ocean, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly, re-condensing the scarlet mist of the realm of the underworld.

"Shinshi, are you alright?"

Hei Qingming's voice completely pulled Zhenshi's sanity back from the abyss.

Zhenshi turned his head and saw Hei Seimei and Evil God with worried faces, and slowly shook his head at them: "I'm fine."

Hearing Zhenshi's clear answer, Hei Qingming and Xie Shen were stunned for a moment, and then they were delighted.

"Zhenshi, are you awake?!"

"Have you recovered yet?"

Although the content of the words is different, the meaning is the same.

Zhenshi moved his stiff limbs, and his muscles and bones made a "cracking" sound.

"Except for the feeling that I haven't been active for a long time, there is nothing else. The lost spiritual power has returned, and I am fine."

"That's good." Hei Qingming breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked her: "By the way, Zhenshi, have you seen any suspicious people enter the underworld?"

"Suspicious person? I don't know, I just woke up." Zhenshi blinked because he didn't understand, "What's the matter, brother, did something happen while I was sleeping? Speaking of which, why am I here?"

Hei Qingming and the evil god looked at each other, and saw the same doubt in each other's eyes.

"Not long ago, the door connecting the realm of the underworld and the forbidden area of ​​hell suddenly moved slightly, as if someone had broken in by mistake. I was worried about you, so I came to see you." Hei Qingming said avoiding the seriousness.

Zhenshi said "Oh", "But my consciousness has just recovered. Except for the memory before I was shot, I don't remember the memory of coming to hell and what happened in the middle."

"That's good, anyway, that pile of black mud won't let people get close to you." Hearing this, the evil god felt relieved.

Although I don't remember, there was no danger that happened when they didn't know.

Hei Qingming also closed his eyes, agreeing with the evil god.

That's right, even if a person with a heart wants to get close to the real world under unconsciousness, he will probably be swallowed up by the evil of this world, right?

The two people who were relieved had no idea that there was really a person, no, to be precise, it should be a living soul, but it was not swallowed by the evil of this world, and smoothly entered the "cradle of memory" in the real world. A lot of things he shouldn't know, let alone know, Zhenshi sold himself without knowing anything.

"Swish"

Hei Qingming unfolded the black seven-bone fan in his hand, half covering his face, "Well, since you've woken up, do you want to go to hell to meet everyone? Everyone is looking forward to seeing you when you wake up."

"Before going to hell, how about talking to me, a lonely old man?"

Another lazy female voice with a smile came in. They turned their heads and saw a woman in a graceful and luxurious smoky purple kimono stepping on clogs and walking towards them with a smile.

Behind her, followed her confidant, Judge.

"Master Yan Mo, Gui'an." Hei Qingming rushed to the person and bowed.

As an existence on the same level as Yan Mo, the evil god naturally does not need to salute, and similarly, he does not need to call a judge who is lower than him and Yan Mo.

"Lord Yan Mo, judge, you are here too." Zhenshi looked at the visitor with some surprise, "I didn't expect that hell and hell seem to be more lively than this world."

Hearing this, Yan Mo smiled: "Is it lively? I think whether it is Huangquan or my Yan Luo Palace, it is a boring place. What's more, there are only a pair of unreliable brothers in the Yan Luo Palace. A pot, and an iceberg."

When talking about the iceberg, Yan Mo glanced at the standing judge.

The judge who was watched silently straightened his back, trying to make his image look taller, but in his heart, he was frantically swiping the screen.

Unreliable brothers are definitely not me being a black boy and a white boy.Pot... Po Meng's Pot Demon Yaya?

I am actually an iceberg in the eyes of Lord Yan Mo? ! ?

No, no, I am obviously Lord Yan Mo's most loyal subordinate!

Huh, it seems that the most loyal subordinate has no conflict with Bingshan?

Thinking about it, the judge fell into divine thinking.

"That's right. It's really boring after watching them for a long time. Then let me tell Mr. Yan Mo some interesting things I encountered in this world? Uncle Snake, brother, do you want to go together?" Zhenshi quickly changed the subject.

Hei Qingming raised the folding fan in his hand and fanned it, "If Lord Yan Mo doesn't mind two more people who will listen to the story."

Cthulhu: "I have no objection, thank you for the interesting information."

Yan Mo also has no objection: "My Yan Luodian, of course, the more lively the better. Although I can't go to the real world, it is also very interesting to listen to the real world."

Yan Mo, who took over as Huang Quansi, can't leave the realm of Huangquan now, because once she leaves, the filthy atmosphere of the realm of Huangquan will rush out of Huangquan, polluting hell and the world.

At the same time, Toru Amuro, who was sleeping on the office chair in his room, opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were still full of panic, it can be seen that he has not yet come out of the scene that seemed to end the world.

Toru Amuro maintained that position for about 5 minutes before accepting everything in the "dream".

He sat up straight, picked up the mobile phone on the table, and pressed the power button. The time displayed was seven in the morning. He didn't expect that he would sleep on the chair all night.

"Huh..." Toru Amuro parted his thin lips slightly, exhaled a foul breath, stood up, and walked to the bathroom.

"Crash-"

The brown hair was drenched with water, and instantly became wet, and even the tip of the hair was dripping with water.

Transparent water marks slipped from between his handsome eyebrows and eyes to his chin, and finally dripped down his vigorous side face, and landed on the light gray collar, rendering dark gray marks.

He raised his hand, and his slender five fingers went deep into the hair. His fingertips with thin calluses stroked the brown hair, and pushed them back.

"Slap,"

The mirror surface of the sink was stained by water droplets thrown from the hair, and they flowed down the smooth mirror surface, blurring Amuro Toru's face reflected in the mirror, and even his eyes could not be seen clearly.

He looked at himself in the mirror who couldn't see his face clearly, and raised his hand to wipe the water stains on it.

The mirror lit up, revealing a pair of purple-gray pupils shining with determination.

Even if there is a big gap between them, so what?

He can dormant for five years in order to overthrow the organization's mission, and he can continue to move forward in order to regain his true heart.

His ultimate goal of joining the police, from beginning to end, was only one, that is, to overthrow the organization!

until then.......

Toru Amuro lowered his eyes, turned on the faucet, touched the towel on the shelf, and wiped the water stains on his face.

Why not resign as a "hero"?

But before that, he didn't want to do something that he would regret.