Chapter 312: Foggy
The expression on Mu Shao'an's face did not change, but he said calmly: "Your Excellency Zoroark, can I take a look?" β
"Of course. β
Soroac nodded, and handed over the sigil paper.
As soon as he took the imprint paper, Mu Shaoan really sensed a magical power law from above, it seems that Zoroak is not lying, even if the table clock is a replica, it still has the magical power to see through fate.
Even, Mu Shaoan still has a special feeling, as if he is familiar.
It seems that this replica artifact table clock also has something to do with the god of fate.
Gently rubbing the very textured imprint paper with his hand, Mu Shaoan looked at the content on it, and sure enough, as Zoroak said, as for Arthur's information, it was a large blur, as if someone had erased it with an eraser, and it was not even marked that Arthur went to the civilized battlefield?
It seems that the man who killed Arthur was very cautious, and even cleaned up all traces.
"Can you find out from other sources what kind of mission Arthur was carrying out back then?"
Mu Shao'an turned his head and looked at Jiang Xuan, as a child of the Jiang clan in the dark, there should be this way.
So Jiang Sui nodded and walked out, and Soloyak's gaze at this time was a little subtle, he knew who Jiang Sui was, and he knew Jiang Sui's identity and status, even if it was a concubine, but it still could not be taken lightly.
And right now, this Yan Donglai actually commanded Jiang Xuanyi and used it by people at the moment, but Jiang Xuanyi was not at all displeased, so this matter is a bit interesting.
Next, Mu Shaoan didn't speak, just kept checking the information on the imprint paper, Soroark closed his eyes and recuperated, Jiang Xiaochubby Old God was eating snacks, on such an occasion, he seemed to be better at disguise.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Xuan walked back with a slight frown, looking a little strange.
"Your Excellency Yan Donglai, I'm sorry, I found a friend, and the root data was directly retrieved from the information data center of the Great River Chaos Headquarters, but she told me that in the database of the Great River Chaos Headquarters, there is no such person as the magician Arthur, at least, there is no such person in the data, and then I sent someone to check some cleaners who have left the clan of the descendants of Mount Tai, but some of them remember the magician Arthur, but when they asked when Arthur died, they didn't know anything, and I am now looking for a friend to go to the Great River Cleaner Headquarters to see if there are any clues over thereγ β
"Well, thank you, sorry for the trouble. β
Mu Shao'an nodded, still expressionless, and at this time Zoroak suddenly spoke: "In fact, the database of the Great River Cleaner Headquarters is similar to the database of the Great River Chaos Headquarters, and the information and data they collect are better than comprehensive, but they still can't record many hidden things, because no matter what the database is, someone has to record and manage it, so there will be loopholes, if my expectations are correct, there will still be no existence of the magician Arthur in the database of the Great River Cleaner Headquarters." He must have offended a very powerful person, and touched an extraordinary secret, otherwise the other party would not have been so cautious, not only killing him, but also erasing all traces of him. β
Hearing this, Mu Shao'an glanced at Soroark in surprise, and then said: "Your Excellency Soroark, can you use this magical clock to predict the matter of the magician Arthur, I feel that it is very magical, at least it does confirm that Arthur is really a person." β
"Hehe, that needs to be charged, Your Excellency, I just turned the clockwork 18 times, and each time I turned, it requires divine power/cosmic laws, how much do you plan to make?"
Zoroac smirked slyly.
"Ten thousand units of divine power/cosmic law. β
Mu Shaoan didn't even think about it.
"Your Excellency Yan Donglai, are you sure?You must know that the 10,000 units of divine power/cosmic law you just paid are actually enough for you to resurrect the Great Emperor and Tang Ning, counting other expenses, the total cost of each person is only 20,000 units of divine power/cosmic law, but with all due respect, this magician Arthur is a big pit, no matter how much divine power/cosmic law you have, you can't find out too much truth. β
Zoroak said in surprise, while Jiang Xuan and Jiang Xiaopang next to him looked moved.
"I'm sure, let's get started!"
Mu Shaoan said lightly, and directly paid 10,000 units of divine power/cosmic law.
Arthur, the Emperor and others are his best friends, although it is a little damaged, but as long as there is a chance to resurrect them, he will not be stingy, not to mention that he has found a way to earn divine power/cosmic laws, and it is a big deal to grab the red envelope of the virus grandfather.
What a big deal!
"As you wish!"
Soroak took a deep look at Mu Shao'an, then stood up, and turned the clockwork 36 times in one breath behind the bronze table clock, looking at his very solemn expression, he knew that this should be some kind of limit.
The room was quiet again.
The clock began to tick and tick, and as the minutes ticked by, all four of them staring at the clock.
After the last full six hours, the bronze clock suddenly trembled violently, and the hour, minute, and second hands on it swayed wildly, and there was a strange creaking sound inside.
"Bang!"
The ugly rooster suddenly came out and quacked, but after a few seconds, Soroak's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward, but it was still a step too late, but somehow, the ugly rooster's head snapped and was cut off by Qi Brush, and the table clock also regained its calm in an instant.
Soroark's face was as pale as snow, as if he had seen great terror.
It was only at this time that a crumpled note fell out from under the clock silently, and Mu Shaoan quickly grabbed it directly, opened it and saw that there was a line of crooked small characters scribbled inside.
"Sand, moon, poems, bones. β
This can't even be a sentence, anyway, at least Mu Shaoan doesn't understand it at all, he looked at it for a long time, wanting to return the note to Zoroak, but found that this mysterious middle-aged man was still in a daze, as if he was frightened.
After a long time, Zoroak turned back with a dejected face, and his gray-brown eyes were full of fear, surprise, puzzlement, and more confusion.
"Lord Zoroac, what the hell is going on?"
At this time, Jiang Sui asked.
"We seem to be in big trouble, the Clock of Destiny has been swallowed by the power of fate, no, I have to leave, Your Excellency Yan Donglai, I will immediately arrange for someone to bring back your two friends, but I advise you, don't pursue this matter anymore, because, we can't afford to provoke you. β
Soroark quickly finished speaking, and then left in a hurry, forgetting to even take the replica artifact bronze table clock.
"Lord Soroark, you have forgotten this bell. β
Jiang Xiaopang suddenly shouted, and then stepped forward to pick up the discarded clock, but was directly pulled by Mu Shaoan.
"Don't move, the power of fate is not something you can withstand, be careful of being killed. β
Mu Shaoan said lightly, and then took off his coat and covered the bronze clock.
"The storm is coming, Brother Arthur, what secret did you discover back then?"