Chapter 903 Wu Xiangnan's Obsession

But is it really that easy to become a god?

Among all human beings at present, only Daxia Sword Immortal Zhou Ping keeps his own sword law and ascends to the realm of gods. If Wang Mian wants to become a god, he must also have a law of his own, but he is different from Zhou Ping. His god market comes from time. The gods are not themselves, and they cannot keep their own laws like Zhou Ping, and all the laws of time in the world have been divided up by the gods of time in many divine kingdoms.

Can't keep his own law, and can't get the law of time... Could it be that the agent of the gods is destined not to become a god?

The king's face fell into silence.

Amamiya Haruki at the side felt the emotional fluctuations on the king's face, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"...Let's go, I'll take you to find that person."

Seeing that Yugong Qinghui turned and left, Wang Mian hesitated for a while, but followed his footsteps.

"Who exactly are you taking me to meet?" Wang Mian couldn't help asking.

"He is also from Daxia, and he also knows Qiye, maybe the two of you will be acquaintances."

Wang Mian frowned and thought about it.

Besides the [Night Curtain] team, is there anyone else who has come to Japan's "Human Circle"? And also know Lin Qiye?

Wang Mian thought for a long time, but did not think of such a person, and the doubts in his heart were aroused.

The two walked out of the territory of Feng Ji's family, turned to walk towards the remote alleyway, and after turning a few turns, they came to a small house.

Haruki Amamiya reached out and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and a figure that Wang Mian could never have imagined stood quietly behind the door.

"Wu Xiangnan?"

Wang Mian called out his name in surprise.

Wu Xiangnan's gaze swept across Yugong Qinghui, and landed on Wang Mian. He scrutinized the gray-haired old man for a long time, and a puzzled expression appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Wang Mian didn't speak, but silently took out the cracked "Wang" mask from his bosom...

Wu Xiangnan was taken aback for a moment, he stared blankly at Wang Mian's old face for a long time, and opened his mouth wide in shock.

...

"Sit down, mine is a bit crude, but not as luxurious as Feng Ji's."

Holding a cup of hot tea, Wu Xiangnan walked out of the kitchen, placed it in front of Wang Mian, and smiled helplessly.

After Amamiya Haruki sent the king's noodles here, he went back to Fengji's house first. After all, this was a reunion between two Daxia people, and he couldn't understand Chinese when he stayed. Instead of being embarrassed, it's better to just Exit directly.

Wang Mian took the teacup and took a sip slowly, "But here is more reassuring."

"Actually, the siblings from Fengji's family and the young man who just brought you here are pretty good."

"But in a foreign country, Chinese is more comfortable to listen to."

Wu Xiangnan smiled, looked at Wang Mian's wrinkled hand holding the cup, and after hesitating for a moment, asked, "You are... what's wrong? Where are the other people from [Masquerade]? They're here too." Japan?"

Wang Mian slowly closed his eyes, and a bitterness emerged from the corner of his mouth.

He recounted all the experiences of [Masked Mask] in the fishing village.

After listening, Wu Xiangnan fell into silence.

He didn't know how to comfort Wang Mian, but he just stretched out his hand and patted Wang Mian's shoulder lightly, "You don't have to blame yourself, it's not your fault."

Wang Mian stared at Wu Xiangnan for a moment, then sighed, "I know... I can reprimand fate in front of anyone, but only in front of you, I am not qualified..."

Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.

Wu Xiangnan is also the only survivor of the [Blue Rain] team.

The fates of the two are very similar, but the difference is that Wang Mian still has a chance to change history, and he still has hope... Wu Xiangnan, on the other hand, has nothing but hatred.

Wang Mian looked down at the teacup in his palm, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, he murmured puzzledly:

"First [Spiritual Medium], then [Blue Rain], and then [Kamen]... Do you think this is the fate of the special team?"

Wu Xiangnan was silent for a while, then shook his head, "This is not fate... this is the special team, the doomed ending.

All special teams have shouldered extremely heavy responsibilities from the moment they were established. We have never retired. Our mission is to perform our duties until the moment of sacrifice comes.

The special team is established, fights, sacrifices, and then retains its number until the next special team that takes over their mission is born... This is our heritage.

In the past hundred years of night watchmen, there have been many special teams. Compared with most of them, we are already considered lucky.

The destruction of a special team must be due to encountering a dangerous situation that is far beyond their capabilities. In that case, there will generally be no survivors left, and the actions of the special team are top secret, except for their own team. Members, other people don't really know much about them.

With the passage of time, except for the cold top-secret files and achievements inside the Night Watch, no one can remember their past glory, and their legend will eventually become a vague and secretive history. "

Wu Xiangnan stretched out his hand and pointed at himself,

"And we are different.

We are survivors, even if that legendary history has been forgotten by everyone, we can still remember the glory of the past, remember other people's personalities, preferences, whether they snore or not when they sleep, and what embarrassing things they have done...

As long as we are alive, our team will always exist. "

Looking at Wu Xiangnan's eyes, Wang Mian was stunned. After a long time, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly...

"Been taught a lesson."

Wu Xiangnan smiled, "I also thought about it for a long time before I figured it out."

"Then, have you let go now?"

Wu Xiangnan slightly paused his cup-raising hand, and shook his head, "I figured it out, but it doesn't mean I let go...Glory and legend can become history, but hatred cannot."

"So you stayed in Japan because you wanted to..."

"Yeah." Wu Xiangnan took a sip of tea slowly, and said in an absolutely indifferent tone, "Revenge."

Wang Mian was taken aback, "If I remember correctly, the enemy that caused the destruction of the [Blue Rain] team was..."

"Susano." Wu Xiangnan added the second half of the sentence, "The sea god of Gao Tianyuan, Susano."

"Are you going to Gaotianyuan to seek revenge from Susanoo?"

"Um."

"That's a god."

"I know."

"But you are still a human in the 'sea' state." Wang Mian looked into his eyes seriously, "You are sending yourself to death."

"Do you think I'm the kind of idiot who would die without thinking? What's more, I still carry the glory of the [Blue Rain] team on my shoulders."

Wu Xiangnan smiled slightly, stood up from his seat, walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and said calmly:

"I've...found a way to kill Susanoo."