Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2619

1132: The Name of God

Zuan: “…”

After all this time, they are not from the same family?

“Can you tell me the specific situation when you met that guy?” The masked man in black robe said anxiously.

Zuan said unhappily: “You came here and shouted that you wanted to avenge your companions, saying that you were beaten, and now you are not beaten. Why should I answer your questions?”

The masked man in black robe bowed to him: “I apologize for my previous rude behavior. I hope you will forgive me. In addition, in return, I will give you a satisfactory gift afterwards.”

“What gift?” Shang Hongyu asked with a blink of her eyes. She didn’t want her lover to be fooled by such vague statements.

“I will definitely satisfy you. I swear in the name of the Mirror Messenger.” The masked man in black robe said solemnly.

The other party had already said this, so the two of them didn’t want to continue asking.

Zuan thought about it and roughly told the story of meeting the historian of the years in the demon world. The other party also asked several questions in the middle.

After listening to his story, the masked man in black robe couldn’t help but sigh: “Based on the details you just told, that guy might really be a historian of the years. He holds the Spring and Autumn Pen, and the history book of the years is undoubtedly true. But I’m curious, why does your Excellency know his identity? It stands to reason that he would never announce his identity as the historian of the years to the outside world?”

“I naturally have my own way.” Zuan naturally couldn’t explain to him the existence of Mi Li, “Can you tell me specifically what the grudges are between your Mingjing Historian and the Historian of the Years?”

The masked man in black robe knew that he could become the master of a world, and he must have had many adventures. Maybe one of these adventures made him know about the Historian of the Years. Seeing that he didn’t say anything, he stopped asking: “Although we are all called historians, the concepts we believe in are completely different from those of gods. We Mingjing Historians use history as a mirror, follow objective facts, and will faithfully record the original history.”

“But the historians of the years have lost their integrity as historians. They do not respect objective history, but want to play with history. Often, the same event, once recorded in their Spring and Autumn style, will produce a completely opposite perception of the truth in the eyes of others.”

“So we are absolute mortal enemies. That guy has been hiding among us for so long, and it is obvious that he has ill intentions. Fortunately, you accidentally got rid of him this time, otherwise there might be a disaster in the future.”

He was full of fear when he said that the old friend beside him turned out to be the hidden historian of the years. What did the other party want to do? Just thinking about it made him shudder.

Zuan took the opportunity to ask: “You just mentioned that you believe in different gods. What gods do you believe in?”

He had a vague feeling in his heart that the gods the other party was talking about were definitely not the gods in the myths and legends of various worlds, but some kind of broad gods in the heavens and all worlds.

The masked man in black robe had a strange look on his face: “Knowing the names of the gods, it will be difficult to stay out of trouble. You will inevitably be involved in the disputes among the gods. Are you sure you are ready?”

Shang Hongyu held Zuan’s hand tightly, with worry in her eyes. Although she knew that she had a past life, she was actually quite happy now. A Zu was happy and carefree in this world, and there was nothing wrong with that. On the contrary, if she was involved in other things, she would most likely leave this world, which was what she didn’t want to see the most.

Zuan was also a little hesitant. After all, being the master of the world in this world was really worry-free. Did he really have to face the unknown risks?

But he knew that this might be his only chance to know the names of the gods. After all, Mi Li had always riddled people before, and those existences could not be mentioned at all.

But the tone of the masked man in black robe seemed to be able to tell him.

Thinking that Jiang Luofu was summoned by a mysterious existence, and there were also Gong Suyin and the Goddess of Wushan…

There were too many mysteries that needed to be solved by him, and he was afraid that he could only look for a higher level of power.

“Of course I’m ready, but I have a doubt. I’ve heard people say before that the names of gods cannot be mentioned. Once they notice you, you’ll be destroyed. So why can you tell me?” Zuan didn’t completely trust him.

“Your friend is probably protecting you. He’s right. Knowing the names of gods when you’re too weak will only lead to destruction. As for why I can tell you, it’s obviously related to my identity. As a historian, I’m supposed to objectively record the history of the heavens and the worlds.” The masked man in black robes said with some pride, “Plus, as the master of a world, you’re indeed qualified to know some of the secrets of this world.”

“Of course, with your current strength, I can only tell you the names of two gods, because you’re involved in this cause and effect. With the protection of this cause and effect, plus my special identity, you won’t be destroyed by the power of the gods.”

Hearing this, Zuan’s face became serious. It seemed that Mi Li really didn’t lie to him. These premises alone were already quite harsh.

The voice of the masked man in black robes sounded like the narration of those popular science documentaries on TV, with an inexplicable sense of epic: “The god we Mingjing Historians believe in is the god of memory – Meng. We will record everything that has happened, will happen, or even be annihilated in the world, whether it is human memory or the memory of the world. We will record anything that has existed in the heavens and the world. Even if the living beings die and the world is destroyed, as long as our records are still there, they will not really die.”

Zuan was stunned. He originally thought that the names of these gods were so noble, but he didn’t expect them to be so plain.

He was quickly shocked. Would my idea be suspected of blasphemy?

He was a little nervous. Fortunately, there was no divine punishment from the sky.

“Your ideals are very noble.” Zuan was not complimenting. The fanatical sense of conversion that the other party just told was not fake.

And their act of recording everything has indeed helped many people. In a sense, as long as the memory is still there, those living beings or worlds have gained eternal life.

The masked man in black robe was very happy to get his approval: “Since you agree so much, why don’t you join us, also believe in the great God Meng, and become a member of the Mingjing Historian.”

“I really know very little about these gods, and it would seem less sincere if I join casually.” Zuan declined politely. What a joke, he didn’t know anything about the other gods, and in a sense, he himself was also the god in charge of death and reincarnation in this world, so how could he rashly join a faction.

“You have a point, I was careless,” the masked man in black robe did not force it, “I just explained to you the god of our memory, and now I will tell you about another god believed in by the Historian of Time. They believe in chaos and mystery, and their god is called ‘Miss’.”

“What do you think the god is called?” Zuan was shocked when he heard the name.