Chapter 903 – Wu Xiangnan’s Obsession

　　But becoming a god, is it really that easy?

　　Currently, among all humans, only the Great Summer Sword Immortal Zhou Ping retained his own sword laws and ascended to the divine realm.Wang Mian, if he wants to become a god, must also have a law of his own, but he is not the same as Zhou Ping, his divine ruins come from the God of Time rather than from himself, and can’t do what Zhou Ping did by retaining his own laws.All the laws of time in the world have already been divided by the God of Time in many godly kingdoms.

　　Can t keep his own laws, and can t get the laws of time …… Are the divine agents, destined to not become gods?

　　Wang Mian fell into silence.

　　On the side, Amamiya Haruhui sensed Wang Mian s emotional fluctuations and gently raised his eyebrows.

　　”…… Let’s go, I’ll take you to that person.”

　　Seeing Amamiya Haruhui turn to leave, Wang Mian hesitated for a long while, but still followed in his footsteps.

　　”What exactly is the person you’re taking me to see?” Wang Mian couldn’t help but ask.

　　”He’s also from Da Xia, and he knows Seven Nights, so maybe you two will be acquaintances.”

　　Wang Mian frowned in thought.

　　Other than the [Night Shade] squad, there was someone else who came to Japan’s “human circle”? And also knew Lin Qiye?

　　Wang Mian thought for a long time, but he couldn’t come up with such a person, and the doubts in his heart were aroused.

　　The two of them walked out of the Kazamatsuri family’s territory, turned toward a remote alleyway, and after turning a few corners, arrived in front of a short house.

　　Amamiya Haruhide extended his hand and knocked on the door of the house.

　　A few moments later, the door of the room opened, and a figure that Wang Mian would not have thought of in any way, stood quietly behind the door.

　　”Wu Xiangnan?”

　　Wang Mian shouted out his name in surprise.

　　Wu Xiangnan’s gaze swept past Amamiya Haruhui and landed on Wang Noodle, carefully sizing up this white-haired old man for a long time, and a puzzled look emerged in his eyes.

　　”Who are you?”

　　Wang Mian did not say anything, just silently pulled out the cracked “king” mask from his pocket ……

　　Wu Xiangnan froze, he stared blankly at Wang Mian’s pale face for a long time, his mouth opened wide in shock.

　　”Have a seat, I’m a bit humble here, it’s not as luxurious as the Wind Priest’s house.”

　　Wu Xiangnan carried a cup of hot tea, came out from the kitchen and set it in front of Wang Mian, smiling somewhat helplessly.

　　After sending Wang Mian here, Amamiya Haruhide took the first step back to the Wind Priest’s house, after all, this was a reunion between two Daxia people, and he couldn’t understand the Chinese language even if he stayed, so instead of being embarrassed when the time came, it would be better if he simply retreated straight away.

　　Wang Mian took the teacup and slowly sipped it, “But this place is more reassuring.”

　　”Actually, that pair of siblings from the Wind Mistress family and the young man who just brought you here are quite good.”

　　”But in a foreign land, it’s still more comfortable to listen to Chinese.”

　　Wu Xiangnan laughed, his eyes looking at the wrinkled palm of Wang Mask’s hand holding the cup, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked, “What’s …… wrong with you? Where are the others from [Mask]? Did they come to Japan as well?”

　　Wang Mask slowly closed his eyes, and a touch of bitterness surfaced at the corner of his mouth.

　　He told all about [Mask]’s experience within the fishing village.

　　After listening, Wu Xiangnan fell into silence.

　　He didn’t know how to comfort Wang Mian, he just reached out his hand and gently patted Wang Mian’s shoulder, “You don’t have to blame yourself, it’s not your fault.”

　　Wang Mian stared at Wu Xiangnan for a moment and sighed, “I know …… that I can denounce fate in front of anyone, but only in front of you, I don’t have this qualification ……”

　　Wu Xiangnan smiled bitterly.

　　Wu Xiangnan, was also the only survivor of the [Blue Rain] squad.

　　The destinies of the two were very similar, but the difference was that Wang Mian still had a ray of chance to change history, and he still had hope …… while Wu Xiangnan, in addition to hatred, had nothing left.

　　Wang Mian looked down at the teacup between his palms, a touch of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he murmured in disbelief:

　　”First it was [Psychic], then [Blue Rain], then [Mask]…… you say, is this the destiny of the special squad?”

　　Wu Xiangnan was silent for a while and shook his head, “This is not destiny …… this is the special squad, the destined end.

　　All special squads from the moment of establishment, is carrying an incomparably heavy duty, we have never retired this saying, our mission is to fulfill our duties until the moment of sacrifice comes.

　　Special squads were established, conquered, sacrificed, and then retained their own number until the next special squad to take over their mission was born …… This is our inheritance.

　　Vigilantes this hundred years, the existence of a lot of special squads, compared with most of them, we have been considered lucky.

　　A special squad wiped out, inevitably because of encountered far beyond their ability to the scope of the sinister situation, in that case, generally will not have survivors left behind, and the actions of the special squad and top secret, in addition to their own members of the squad, other people actually do not know much about them.

　　With the passage of time, apart from those cold top secret files and feats within the Night’s Watch, no one will ever be able to remember their former glory, and their legend will eventually be reduced to a vague and hidden 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 former glory, remember the others’ personality, preferences, whether they love to snore when they sleep, what embarrassing things they have done ……

　　As long as we are still 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 slowly spat out ……

　　”Taught.”

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

　　”So now, have you put it down?”

　　Wu Xiangnan’s hand that raised his cup gave a slight beat and shook his head, “Figuring it out doesn’t mean putting it down …… Glory and legend can become history, but hatred can’t.”

　　”So you stayed in Japan because you want to ……”

　　”Uh-huh.” Wu Xiangnan slowly drank a mouthful of tea, and with an absolutely bland tone, said, “Revenge.”

　　Wang Mian froze, “If I remember correctly, the enemy that led to the destruction of the [Blue Rain] squad was ……”

　　”Susanoo.” Wu Xiangnan added the latter half of the sentence, “The Sea God of Takatenkara, Susanoo.”

　　”You’re going to Takatenkara to seek revenge on Susanoo?”

　　”Uh-huh.”

　　”That is a god.”

　　”I know.”

　　”But you’re still just a human in the ‘sea’ realm.” Wang Mian looked seriously into his eyes, “You’re sending yourself to death.”

　　”Do you think that I’m the kind of stupid person who would mindlessly go and send myself to death? What’s more, I’m carrying the honor of the [Blue Rain] squad on my shoulders.”

　　Wu Xiangnan smiled faintly, stood up from his seat, walked to the window, raised his head to gaze at the sky, and spoke calmly:

　　”I’ve …… already found a way to kill Susanoo.”