The sea breeze blows from the east, rolling up the leaves, and hundreds of green birch leaves fly by Mo Yun.

The bright moonlight shines from the sky, shining among the dense birch forests.

He could smell the faint fishy smell of the girl opposite.

You can hear the banging sound of her heart beating in her chest, the sound of a strong wind sweeping over the fallen leaves, and the howling sound of the wind blowing through the forest like a rolling wave.

Qi Wantong half-kneeled on the ground, her face pale as paper. Because of the vigorous exercise, fine sweat beads of her cheeks and her chest was undulating.

The tall young man stood in front of her, holding a silver sword in his hand. The two confronted each other.

"Do you think I will kill my parents?" She stared at Mo Yun in front of her.

"Aren't you?" Mo Yun asked. His face returned to normal.

A strong wind suddenly rolled up just now. With the help of the gust of wind, he used his sword to seal the curse in his body again, calming down his condition.

At this moment, his knife was in his hand. As long as Qi Wantong had any abnormal movements, he could instantly lift the seal and kill him.

This is a technique for briefly unsealing the seal that he mastered when he was in the hotel through continuous attempts and practices. But the shorter the interval between unsealing the seal, the weaker the bursting strength.

Moreover, this technique is time and frequency limits.

He cannot frequently remove himself from his self-sealing state, nor can he seal himself frequently.

But it is enough to deal with Qi Wantong.

Faced with Mo Yun's questioning, a trace of sadness flashed in Qi Wantong's eyes, and she asked in a low voice:

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

Is this going to reminisce with him?

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment and said, "I just entered the academy not long ago. You... worked as a part-time job at the service desk in the ancient blood gymnasium."

"We have known each other for so long, do you think I am the kind of person who will kill my parents?"

Qi Wantong's lips shivered, tears flashed in her eyes, and her voice trembled. Mo Yun looked into her eyes, but he couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or the lies.

Mo Yun told the truth:

"I have no idea."

In fact, after Qi Wantong betrayed the team, Mo Yun had suspected this incident many times and expressed his doubts to the captain. But unfortunately, Qi Wantong's suspicion was the greatest.

Moreover, at this moment she has become the priest of the Secret Cult. Since its establishment, the Countermeasures Bureau has been destined to be the mortal enemy of the Secret Cult.

Kill her?

Or let her go?

Mo Yun remembered that he had told the captain at Qi Wantong's house that if he saw Qi Wantong again, he would not mind letting her go.

However, she has now become a priest of the Secret Cult and an enemy. Letting her go here is like letting the tiger return to the mountain.

so……

After pausing for a moment, Mo Yun suddenly said to Qi Wantong:

"You have a younger brother. After his death, your parents are not good to you. Because they attribute his death to you.

You love and hate the captain. She saved your life, but it also makes you shrouded in hatred and complaints from your parents every day.

In the process of studying history textbooks, you meet people from the secret sect, or see something special. In the process of rapid development of blood talent, you gradually lose your mind, become paranoid, and crazy.

In the secret realm, you attacked us and wanted to destroy the team. After failure, you escaped from the secret realm in some way and came to Jiangcheng."

Qi Wantong was half sitting on the ground in the forest, and fell leaves swept by the sea breeze, but she didn't realize it at all.

As Mo Yun said every word, her eyes gradually changed and became complicated and unpredictable. There seemed to be sadness, surprise, touching, and hatred...

Mo Yun ignored her complicated expression and continued:

"When I was in the academy, I could see that your mind was a bit complicated, but I didn't think you were a bad person. But now..."

He stopped and looked at her.

Qi Wantong suddenly said with a ferocious look on her face:

"You don't know, you don't know anything, you don't know what I've seen, you don't know what I've experienced, you don't know, I have no choice at all!"

She covered her face, trembling all over, and tears flowed down her fingers.

"Don't have a choice?" Mo Yun's finger flicked on the blade and made a tingling sound, "Yes, we are all poor people wrapped in fate. Is this your reason?"

"Haha..." Qi Wantong lowered her head and said word by word, "You don't understand, you don't know what kind of existence you are facing... When the gods resurrect, everything will be destroyed, and only the believers of the gods can obtain eternal life..."

"Is that all you want to say?"

Mo Yun's right hand tightened the hilt of the knife, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Do you think you are very powerful? Let me tell you, in front of the Secret Church and in front of the gods, you are like ants in the waves! In front of fate, you can't change anything!"

As if he felt Mo Yun's murderous intent, Qi Wantong raised her head again and roared at him.

"Secret Cult? Are you cowards who dare not show up?"

Mo Yun sneered.

"You don't know the true power of the Secret Sect at all." Qi Wantong's eyes stared at the blade with silver light in Mo Yun's hand, "People like me are just a drop in the sea in the Secret Sect."

"hehe……"

Mo Yun suddenly laughed, and Qi Wantong looked at him in surprise. Mo Yun quickly stopped laughing, and he said:

"Do you think I am a big shot? I am just an ordinary ancient blood man. I am just a member of the ordinary academy sent from the academy to be in charge of Jiangcheng."

He said calmly, "Even if I am not worth mentioning than the Secretology, there are still thousands and millions of people like me behind me. The gods you worship and the madmen of the Secretology like you will not have any chance."

"You still don't understand." Qi Wantong shook her head and looked at Mo Yun with a hint of mockery. "It seems that you have not carefully studied the history of the birth of the academy, and you don't understand the true status of the Twilight Secret Cult."

She raised her head, and her face suddenly returned to calm. This calmness made Mo Yun feel uneasy, "You want to say that the Ancient Blood Academy and the Sisyphus Alliance have enough power to fight against the Secret Cult of the Dusk. You want to stop the gods from resurrecting, right?"

Mo Yun narrowed his eyes and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart.

Seeing that Mo Yun didn't say anything, Qi Wantong sneered:

"In fact, the history of the Secret Cult has been much longer than the establishment of the academy. It dates back hundreds of thousands of years ago that the Secret Cult was established by the clan. Until the last few thousand years, the Secret Cult has only developed a group of humble human believers."

Mo Yun remembered that Professor Li seemed to have said similar things. He looked at Qi Wantong in front of him carefully and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Qi Wantong said in a calm tone:

"The great gods are the real masters of this world. Without them, human beings would not have been born. And His believers are in charge of the operation of the world for the gods.

At the beginning, the Ancient Blood Academy was just a research institution for humans to explore the power of the divine in their own bloodlines. It was in the 16th century and until now, it has only been a few hundred years.

The secret religion has existed for hundreds of thousands of years.

Who do you think the Sisyphus League and the Ancient Blood Academy was established?”

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Qi Wantong's mouth, and her voice was cold, saying word by word:

"In essence, the Sisyphus League and the Ancient Blood Academy are both part of the Secretology. A small part. The reason why you want to prevent the resurrection of the gods is actually a farce and a game. In the eyes of the gods, everything you do is just a fun show."

Mo Yun was shocked and his face changed. But he still said coldly, "Do you think I will believe you?"

"You definitely won't believe me, but I can tell you some information you would never have imagined. Professor Li in the academy is not simple. I suspect that he is a cardinal of the Secret Sect of Dusk." A trace of cunning flashed in Qi Wantong's eyes.

"What……"

It was like a bolt from the blue.

Mo Yun was shocked by the news and was stunned.

puff--

At this moment, a smog of snow and white mist suddenly radiated around Qi Wantong's body, like the rolling white smoke coming out of the chimney in winter.

The thick mist enveloped her body and also wrapped Mo Yun in it.

I have to say that Qi Wantong has a perfect grasp of the timing.

She was like an experienced hunter, and through step-by-step guidance, she led Mo Yun into the trap she arranged.

First, through a long period of preparation, Mo Yun put aside his guard against her, and then took Professor Li, who Mo Yun was most familiar with and respected the most, as a breakthrough point, and his words were amazing.

Just when Mo Yun was shocked, the hunter took action and the prey fell into a trap.

The moment Mo Yun was wrapped in water mist, he knew that the situation was not good.

He instinctively unlocked the knife intention, and the mist around his body was immediately swept away by the true energy.

But at the same time, his body shook violently like a slam.

His chest felt a chill, as if a few cold hands were wandering around his belly button and pressing.

Those hands seemed to want to tear open his flesh, open his chest, pinch his internal organs, and then pull out his intestines...

In this moment.

A whisper sounded in Mo Yun's ears.

This time the whisper was particularly clear, like a woman whispering, or a man roaring, or a grunt from some monster's throat, accompanied by the sound of the waves rolling...
To be continued...