Mystery Comes to the Dragon Race

"Did you make it? It's Monday. It's such a great day, you should get up early and burn incense..."

The mask whispered in Yuan Zhisheng's ear early in the morning, and directly dragged Yuan Zhisheng out of his sleep.

It's all because he didn't take off the mask before going to bed at night.

Of course, it's not that he likes to sleep in the middle of the night wearing a mask, and he's not out of his mind.

It was purely that the broken mask was whispering in his ears as if he took off the mask, then the function of the mask to hide his identity would be lost, especially in the territory of the ghosts.

If his brother came to his room in the middle of the night on a whim and saw a person who looked exactly like his brother sleeping, wouldn't his identity be revealed?
Last night, Yuan Zhisheng felt that what the mask said made sense, so he slept with the mask on in the middle of the night like a psycho.

Then this morning, Yuan Zhisheng wanted to smash this damned broken mask.

This guy was like a chatterbox, talking about it most of the night, either praising the great Lord of Mysteries in his ears, or gossiping about the things between him and his brother.

Not to mention doing annoying things that disturb people's dreams early in the morning.

Yuan Zhisheng resisted the urge to smash this broken mask, and must collect information first: "Monday, is that the important meeting Mr. World said before? Where can I use my own things and information to exchange? "

"That's right." Mask said triumphantly, "This will be your first time participating in the Tarot Club, oh no, it should be the Arcana Conference. It means a lot to you, and you should prepare well."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his eyebrows: "Tarot Club? Arcana?"

He had heard the name from that great existence above the gray mist before.

What made him even more curious was the Tarot Society in the mouth of the mask.

"The code names of the core members of our mysterious church are all Tarot cards." Mask was happy to explain to Yuan Zhisheng, "So the name of our secret gathering is called Tarot Club, and it was called this name when it was officially reported. Mr. Xingxing reported it to the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

"Of course, now our great Mister Fool has long since become the Seven Great Gods, and the Tarot Society has also become a truly official organization.

"However, here, the name of the party is called Arcana. Because in addition to the 22 chapters of the Tarot, our code name also includes some members of the Minor Arcana, which are the small cards of the Tarot."

"Your Tarot card code name is [Devil]. Although you are not from the Devil Path, this has been approved by Mister Fool!"

The mask kept talking in Yuan Zhisheng's ear, especially when it came to the content about the mysterious church, it was extremely excited.

Yuan Zhisheng's head was agitated by the noise of the mask, but he still captured a lot of key words.

Report to the authorities?Seven righteous gods?And official organizations?
What are these?
Obviously, the Mysterious Church is an unknown cult organization...

There is also the star mentioned in the mouth of the mask, which seems to be a Tarot card. Judging from the tone of the mask, the status of Mr. Star seems to be not low.But what is the Evernight Goddess Church?
As for the Devil Path...

Yuan Zhisheng's brows were almost knit together, and he felt that he seemed to see a whole new world beckoning to him.

The tone of the mask was so natural that Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help raising some kind of absurd guess.

But before he could ask, the mask first interrupted Yuan Zhisheng's words: "I know you have a lot of small question marks, if you explain it, it will be troublesome, and there are some things I won't reveal."

Yuan Zhisheng frowned slightly.

"At this party you'll know everything."

The mask's tone was rarely serious.

"Today will be a very important gathering, and the script has been scripted and staged."

"Script?" Yuan Zhisheng was lost in thought.

The word script is very interesting.Whose script is it?
Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help thinking about that gray fog.Until now, it has seemed like an unspeakable experience, like Alice chasing the white rabbit, and like a nocturnal myth.The boundless gray fog buried everything.

The god above the gray mist is high above, without any emotion in his tone, watching the sentient beings below.

Yuan Zhisheng admitted that that great existence really helped him a lot. If it wasn't for that great existence, he would still be kept in the dark by Tachibana Masamune, and he would still be a chess piece that was manipulated...

but……

Yuan Zhisheng still couldn't help feeling vigilant.

Would that great being really help an ordinary human being so kindly?He knew that his blood was indeed very precious and dangerous compared to ordinary mixed races, but he didn't think he would be special enough to be favored by great beings.

Before, he didn't pay much attention to the Mysterious Church, thinking that the Mysterious Church was just like other messy cults, casually setting up an object of worship and deceiving the world.

It wasn't until he actually came above the gray fog that he felt the trembling in the depths of his soul. That was the real god, the existence above all living beings.

Even though he has a detached position in the Sheqi Bajia and is the ruler of the underworld, he is still an ordinary ant.

Now, is he also a pawn of the great ruler above the gray mist?

Yuan Zhisheng asked the mask.

"Well, Mister Fool is such a benevolent existence that he will never treat others as pawns at will!" the mask yelled loudly, his tone full of dissatisfaction with Yuan Zhisheng, "Mr. Fool is not an audience."

"Audience?" It was another very unfamiliar word.

But Yuan Zhisheng felt as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Mister Fool will not force anyone." Except for Mister Fool himself.

The mask sighed for a long time, with a melancholy tone: "If you are afraid, you can put me here, and then you go back to be your head of the Sheqi Hachi family. Although your substitute is still there, but If you want to go back, you can go back anytime."

"But if you want to participate, you have to be ready to face all the truth."

The mask spoke solemnly, with an unprecedentedly serious tone.

"This will be an important gathering. Mister Fool will arrange everyone's tasks. This will also involve the essence and other side of this world... You have to be mentally prepared."

"..."

Yuan Zhisheng didn't speak.

"Of course, it all depends on your choice." Mask said.

"I see." Yuan Zhisheng was very calm.