The meeting between Qin Hai and the old undead.
It did not take long to wait.
Not a day after Al left, a real face-to-face meeting was arranged for the two.
A first impression of the old immortal.
Qin Hai felt that it was just an old immortal.
He was dressed in sackcloth, his white hair was draped over his shoulders and his face was covered with wrinkles, but the wrinkles did not give any sense of old age, instead they were full of strength and beauty. The old immortal’s body was strong and his bronze skin showed that this guy was definitely not to be messed with.
“Boy, it’s good to finally meet you.”
The old undead was rubbing his fists together, as if he wanted to fight Qin Hai in a big fight.
Qin Hai rolled his eyes and said, “Not interested, Al, where’s the wine and food I want!”
Al’s cold snort came at once, and then there were two gods with wine and food set out, Qin Hai was not polite, and after sitting down on his knees, he tore a jumping chicken leg and gnawed on it.
The old immortal had little interest in food.
Instead, he took a bottle of wine and gulped it down twice, excitedly saying, “Cool!”
“There’s no need to serve anything, go down.” Qin Hai Hai looked at the two Gods and said.
These two were furious and left after a cold snort, Qin Hai again said, “Al, I won’t stop you if you listen, I don’t mind talking more nonsense anyway.”
There was no response.
Instead, the old immortal said, “You kid can, into the cell as usual wine and food, old me thousands of years I have not this happy.”
“That’s because you are not capable, otherwise you would have been eating, drinking and enjoying yourself long ago.” Qin Hai Hai said.
The old immortal was furious: “I’m not capable? Do you believe that I can kill you with an axe?”
“I would have believed you if you had bragged a bit about the past.” Qin Hai Hai said, “Now? You’d better drink.”
The old immortal laughed loudly, poured in two more mouthfuls of wine, also tore a piece of chicken leg and feasted on it, saying, “What I said is not a lie, that boy Dayu is really lucky to have such an heir as you, but then again, when exactly will you boy tell me the way?”
“What’s the hurry?”
Qin Dahai said indifferently, “If I tell you now, with your temper, you will definitely not wait a moment longer, who will I talk to then?”
The old immortal laughed heatedly.
There was no retort.
In fact that was true.
He sipped his wine and said, “Where is the divine text you asked me to translate?”
“Let’s not talk about that and drink.” Qin Hai said.
Qin Dahai was good at drinking, he could not get drunk in a thousand glasses, he could also drink a few pounds over a casual meal, although he was not dependent on it, but he did like it, the old immortal also knew that Al might be eavesdropping, so he was not talking about this, he just hemmed and hawed and kept drinking and started bragging to Qin Dahai about his war achievements back then, what with just walking and going up to the mountains to hunt and fight the beasts and so on.
In short, the blowing is very mysterious.
But also very criminal.
After all, the great name of the Ancient God of War is not in vain.
Qin Hai is also the master of being able to blow, not money or life anyway, to death.
The two of them became addicted to bragging and drank more and more wine, and when they finished, they asked Aldo to send them some.
But after a few times.
Al didn’t show up.
Qin Hai greeted him a few times but did not come out, instead he went back to his original cell himself.
At this moment.
Al was waiting here.
Qin Hai was smelling of alcohol and he said, “What? That’s not good enough?”
“I did find that flower.” Al said.
Qin Hai said, “What? Doubt the usefulness of that flower?”
“No, I’ve done the test.” Al’s face was a little unnatural, and then he said, “It does work.”
Qin Hai was stunned at his words, then laughed loudly and said, “Al, I can’t imagine that you can’t stand the desire to be greedy either, isn’t that a great feeling? Feeling that your strength has increased significantly, wouldn’t you want to indulge in that too?”
“No way!”
Al said in a cold voice, “There is no way I will give up the glory of the Gods.”
“Then what did you come to see me for?” Qin Hai said, “To hear you talk nonsense to me here?”
“Tell me your purpose!” Al said in a deep voice.
Qin Hai frowned and said, “Didn’t I say so? Let you kill each other, and then I can watch beautifully and get excited watching you die.”
“It’s not that simple, is it?”
Al said.
Qin Dahai laughed, “Then wouldn’t you be a fool to come and ask me so openly? Let’s go, I am not going to tell.”
“Are the Celestial Ruler and Reincarnation Medallion in the Divine Court?” Al suddenly asked.
Qin Hai whistled and said, “You know a lot of things, that fool Os isn’t afraid that he doesn’t have one of his own under his hand, is he?”
“Tell me, when or not!” Al said.
Qin Hai said, “Do you think I could possibly tell you?”
Al took a deep breath, looked deeply at Qin Hai, and said, “As long as I am still alive, you will never succeed.”
“That’s hard to say, you’d better keep an eye on me.” Qin Hai sneered.
Al gave a cold snort.
Leaving the place.
He needed a moment of silence.
Monika and Os had betrayed the glory of the Gods one after another, and with Qin Hai behind all this, Al did not believe that he simply wanted to see the Gods kill each other in a hilarious way, but definitely had other plans.
He returned to his palace.
Al dispersed his men and sat down in his chair to think about what Qin Hai was up to.
Was it just to escape?
But how could he possibly undo the seal placed by the King of the Gods himself?
“This guy.”
Al had a bit of a headache.
Instead, his eyes fell on a black crystal off to the side.
This was the one he had collected at the City of Clouds and Seas.
In fact, he did test it once.
The effect was really hard to resist.
He frowned, but a voice in his head kept telling him, go on, you’re doing this for the glory of the gods, mainly to fight Os and Monokka, you can’t go wrong doing this!
Al’s frown deepened.
There was a slight tremor in his body.
It was as if the blood was boiling.
“No!”
Al took a deep breath, his gaze filled with a chilling intent, then but in the midst of the struggle, he slapped out his palm, smashing the black crystal into pieces.
“Whew!”
Al exhaled a foul breath.
It was at this moment that he realised that cold sweat was seeping out of his back.
“Damn it!”
Al let out a low curse.
Then he walked out of the palace and looked at the huge idol in the middle of the divine court, his icy eyes full of faith.
He moved all over.
And only the next second.
He appeared in front of the cold, icy temple of the King of the Gods.
“Great King of the Gods, Al asks for your redemption.”
Al knelt down on one knee and said reverently.
Yet the temple remained cold and unanswered.
Al did not dare to get up, but remained on his knees.
It was as if he would never stand up without the forgiveness of the King of the Gods.
