Chapter 786 He Chunhua's Tangle

I just want a talisman before I can return home.

Mirror asked in surprise: "Wow, since you don't want to show your cards completely, why did you confront him this morning?"

"I can't make up for what happened to me during my nearly one-year absence, and no excuse can dispel his suspicion." He Lingchuan's experience has grown rapidly, and he has a clearer understanding of He Chunhua than he did half a year ago. "Our father-son relationship can no longer return to the past. At most, we can maintain a superficial relationship."

Although it wasn't that good before.

"In that case, just break the gap and draw a clear line. Otherwise, he still wants to use me as a chess piece by relying on the power of patriarchy."

He Chunhua has a strong desire for control, and He Lingchuan is no longer a chess piece that can be manipulated by others.

The subtext of keeping a low profile is insufficient strength; and a strong chess player must seek corresponding respect.

In this way, he can do things later.

He Lingchuan said slowly: "Besides, my plan always has a biggest uncertainty."

"Ah, what?"

"He Chunhua's feelings for his son... well, I mean, his feelings for me." He Lingchuan looked in the mirror. The look in the mirror was like a wolf, sinister, calm, and full of calculations. "What I fear most is that he can't be cruel."

In fact, He Chunhua's feelings for his eldest son are complicated and tangled. His love as a father has never disappeared, but he often swings between fatherly love and practical interests. If He Lingchuan still imitates the character of the original body, causing He Chunhua to retreat from the battle of summoning gods, that would be a big trouble.

He Chunhua doesn't summon gods now, but he will summon them one day in the future.

This is called holding a sharp weapon, and the desire to kill arises. With a trump card in your hand, you will always be thinking about when to play it.

Even if He Chunhua gives up the idea of ​​summoning gods from now on, He Lingchuan has the mark of the seal in his mind, and he has no idea when Narakutian will come forcibly.

This unknown and uncontrollable risk must be eliminated as soon as possible!

"I want to force him to make up his mind and stop hesitating."

"..."

The mirror cannot understand the complex emotions of humans, and He Lingchuan did not explain.

He wanted to provoke He Chunhua in words and actions, forcing him to go all the way and not be indecisive.

The stronger and more independent this eldest son is, or the less he is like He Lingchuan, the greater the probability that He Chunhua will ask the gods.

In other words, He Lingchuan must make He Chunhua determined to ask the gods, but he cannot ask him to ask the gods immediately; he even has to make sure that He Chunhua will ask the gods whenever he wants.

How to grasp this "degree" and control the most appropriate time in his own hands depends on the game between him and He Chunhua.

No, this should be a game between him and Narakuten.

"So have you thought about it?" The mirror chattered, "What are you going to use to deal with "fate"? "

This master hides everything in his heart, and even he doesn't know the specific plan.

"I've thought about it a long time ago." He Lingchuan stretched his body, "There is something that even fate and gods cannot resist, and it may be our most powerful weapon."

"Oh? What treasure?" The mirror listened attentively.

"Greed."

...

He Chunhua returned to the study, and before he sat down, the candle on the table burst into a spark.

He Chunhua subconsciously stared at it.

As he watched, the candle flickered again and burst into a spark.

There was no wind in the room.

He immediately dismissed all the servants in the room, closed the doors and windows, and then placed a statue facing east, put an incense burner, lit seven incense sticks, and prayed sincerely.

When the smoke was full, he took the blood from his fingertips and dripped it into the incense burner.

Then the smoke immediately took on a little blood color and slowly condensed into a human face.

It was called a human face, but in fact it was just the prototype of the facial features, and the specific appearance could not be seen at all. But He Chunhua could feel it staring at him, with a look of supreme majesty.

He bowed his head and saluted: "My Lord."

A low and indifferent voice sounded: "He Chunhua, your eldest son is back?"

"Yes." He Chunhua looked respectful, but was slightly shocked in his heart. How long has Chuan'er been back? How did Narakutian find out?

"Where did he go in the past six months?"

He Chunhua recounted the story truthfully in a few words.

After listening, Narakutian sneered: "This is serious nonsense."

"Yes, but we can't verify it. On the contrary, he can bring back money and Rongshan people to prove his whereabouts." He Chunhua still admired this.

After not seeing each other for half a year, he looked at his eldest son with new eyes.

"There is something abnormal about him." Narakutian said, "The divine seal mark exists, so I know he is still alive. Sometimes he even loses the sense. Maybe he has entered other small worlds."

"Has he really been to Sura Kingdom?"

"He did go to Beiga, but the divine seal mark alone cannot lock the specific location." Otherwise, why did He Chunhua, the summoner, need to hold a ceremony for the first descent of the gods?

It is because of the existence of the barrier between the two worlds that the divine seal cannot clearly locate the skin, so this ritual is needed to guide the way!

If there is no ritual, if Narakutian wants to force the divine descent, he will have to search for the location of the skin by himself, which is very laborious.

"You prepare, the divine descent will be held soon!" Narakutian informed him, "The sooner the better!"

"My Lord!" He Chunhua looked up in shock, "There is nothing wrong, why do we need the divine descent?"

"His fate has changed dramatically. It was clear before, but now it's unclear. I can't even transfer his luck to you. There must be some force interfering. In addition, it seems that some changes related to me have occurred in the dark, and I don't like it!"

The last sentence was said very harshly. He Chunhua was puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

Intuition told him that the last sentence was the reason why Narakutian suddenly wanted to descend from the sky, not because he was really curious about his eldest son's past experience.

The God of Destiny doesn't like accidents, ironic, right?

Narakutian didn't explain, but said: "I have to come down and see it myself to find out the whole story!"

He Chunhua said nothing.

"Why, you are reluctant now?" Narakutian sneered, "When you asked me for help before, didn't you swear that you would give me your eldest son?"

He Chunhua's Adam's apple moved twice, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

Although he had been mentally prepared, when this day really came, his heart still hurt, like a needle.

Seeing that he did not respond, Narakuten slowed down his tone: "You don't have to worry too much, the descent of the gods will not cause much damage to him."

"Won't it?" He Chunhua was not so easy to fool, "I have checked several descents of the gods in the past years, and the human bodies that were taken over were almost torn into pieces in the end!"

Therefore, when he was with He Lingchuan, he could not help but often imagine the appearance of his eldest son being torn into pieces, and sometimes even woke up from such nightmares.

When he had nothing, he could give up the one he loved.

But as his career flourished and his power grew, his regrets also increased day by day.

If he had not borrowed the power of Narakuten...