Bai Ling's expression did not change as he listened to An Jianxiu's words.

Over there, An Jianxiu glanced at Bai Ling and then said, "The composition of 'Shadow' is the soul."

He pointed at his own body and said, "It has always wanted to replace me, but it is also interdependent with me. So it has given me a lot of power, but I have always been very vigilant. I know clearly that Ying's goal is to control this body."

"It is a work of art that astonishes Qing Guang. It is a darkness that cannot be measured by common sense. If one day, the shadow jumps out of my body and completely controls my body, then that day will be tantamount to a catastrophe for the people around me!"

"It is a cruel, crazy, and despicable scum. If it is given a body that can move, it will surely spread its violent desires to every piece of land. And if it obtains a body, then it will no longer be afraid of the blows of the soul. At that time, it will be a golden iron wall that cannot be conquered!"

As he spoke, An Jianxiu looked at Bai Ling sincerely: "So, Prophet, I urgently hope that you can take charge and get rid of this cancer of Shadow. This is not only for me, but also for the safety of other ordinary people!"

When he said this, he looked a little anxious, as if he was really worried about it as he said.

At least Wu Xiaoya who was standing next to her felt that the "girl"'s current depressed look was really sad.

And Bai Ling just stood there silently.

His eyes jumped from An Jianxiu's body, not focusing on him, but looking towards a farther place, looking at the blue sky that was slightly leaking out from under the red curtains.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and looked at An Jianxiu again.

"Okay," Bai Ling said slowly, "but not now."

As soon as the first half of the sentence was uttered, An Jianxiu's face showed joy.

But soon, Bai Ling's second half of the sentence made An Jianxiu frown again: "Not now...?"

He looked at Bai Ling in confusion, the bewilderment in his eyes was beyond words.

Bai Ling said: "Mr. An, your true purpose and true face are only known to you and... time."

"I have no intention of playing coy with you. In fact, I came here not only because you came to find me, but also because I came to find you."

He looked at An Jianxiu calmly: "Since you want to make a deal, then I will do it with you. However, you need to pay more than just the Yamata Snake Fang. In addition, you have to pay some extra costs."

Hearing this, An Jianxiu's expression looked a little unhappy.

He said: "Don't you understand the value of the teeth of the Yamata no Orochi? There is..."

However, before he could finish, Bai Ling interrupted him: "Of course, that tooth is not only a token of the Nine-Headed God Cult, which allows them to transcend eight heads and achieve the ninth head, but also the key to open an 'abyss'."

"I know this, but this alone is still not enough!"

Bai Ling's eyes were aggressive: "I know exactly what you are thinking. In this case, you should know that this cannot be achieved with just a tooth!"

As soon as this sentence was said.

An Jianxiu's expression changed slightly.

He glanced at Bering and saw in the prophet's eyes an irrefutable determination.

It was as if someone saw through his purpose. When he opened his mouth for the first sentence, the other party had already predicted the content of the subsequent conversation, as if a spotlight was shining on him and he was completely exposed.

This feeling made An Jianxiu very uncomfortable.

But there was no way. So far, he had too few trading partners to choose from.

As the boss of a company, An Jianxiu's goal of killing "Ying" certainly cannot be too lofty.

In fact, after dealing with Ying, he has no less than three goals to achieve at the moment.

One of the purposes is to take over the shadow and make his body the same as it was before the shadow died, so that after the shadow is gone, he can also enjoy many extraordinary things beyond human beings! This sounds unlikely, but in fact it is not completely impossible.

At least An Jianxiu is confident.

As for the source of his self-confidence, it was because An Jianxiu knew very clearly that "Ying" loved him deeply.

This may sound narcissistic, after all, Ying and himself are almost the same person. But An Jianxiu knew very well that when Qingguangcaoshou created Ying, he added something full of...bad taste.

An Jianxiu still remembers the scene at that time.

I was tied to the operating table, my whole body was wrapped in thick chains, I couldn't move at all, even my mouth was covered with a ball, every inch of my skin was scratched and painful like sand.

He was very panicked at the time, because he was also a little boy who had just arrived in the big city, and every cell in his body revealed an ordinary and common atmosphere.

Perhaps the only thing worthy of praise about An Jianxiu at that time was his appearance.

This made him feel sick.

Although he looks very feminine, An Jianxiu is actually a very traditional and somewhat chauvinistic guy.

Just thinking about what I would look like with such a face makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

Later, not long after.

Probably when he was in elementary school, the green light caught his sight.

I have to say that unlike the Qingguang that Bai Ling met, the other side of him is a guy with great charisma.

On sunny days, Qingguang always stood beside the rockery in the park as if he was bored. The rimless glasses on his nose flashed strange reflections under the sun. He folded his arms, and his wide robe dragged on the ground. He looked lazy and calm.

Whenever he looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic and people coming and going around him, An Jianxiu could see the undisguised sarcasm and mockery in his eyes, as if the prosperous scene of this thriving population was extremely funny to him, and his eyes were filled with cold indifference.

This feeling shocked An Jianxiu, who was still a primary school student.

It was the first time that he saw in the world of common sense a guy who stood outside of society and was full of absurdity and sarcasm.

This feeling can probably only be seen in neurotic people and those who are pessimistic.

But Qingguang is neither a psychopath nor a misanthrope.

At least when An Jianxiu looked at him, he could clearly feel that although this tall man in front of him seemed to mock everything, he was not crazy, nor was he far away from the world. Instead, he was close to this society, and his manners were extremely elegant and calm.

This feeling of being independent, calm and composed made An Jianxiu a little envious at first.

Now when An Jianxiu thought back, he felt that he must have been sick, which was why he was staring at the green light at that time.

If he could go back to the past, An Jianxiu would definitely slap himself twice, scolding himself for not studying hard and hanging out with bad people all day long! You see, now he is at most a company boss. Those who really studied well have joined the Countermeasures Bureau, learned professional knowledge, and strived to become professional hunters. Under the leadership of Director Wang, they are marching towards a better tomorrow! Only he can only lie on the empty mountain of gold and treasures, regretting his stupid behavior in the past, hating himself for not studying hard...

So stupid!

Is money useful?

Useless!

But unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

In An Jianxiu's memory, he still had a meeting with Qingguang.

"oh?"

Qing Guang looked at An Jianxiu with a playful look in his eyes: "Where did this young man come from?"

"Although it looks bright and beautiful on the outside, it is unexpectedly dark on the inside," Qingguang tilted his head, "Interesting."

"If you were in a calm pond, you'd probably be a fish, but if you were in the ocean, you'd probably be a white shark."

After saying this, Qing Guang shrugged and laughed at himself: "Forget it, who cares."

"What's more important now is the choice of our Song Weilu and Mr. Song," he said in words that An Jianxiu couldn't understand, "If people knew that he betrayed his master and even did such a treasonous act, it would be very interesting, right?"

"Oh, I heard that he seems to have a daughter?"

Qingguang smiled as if no one was around: "Interesting, how about taking his daughter away? Anyway, he probably won't live long. I remember that there seems to be a guy who really wants an experimental subject to test the guidance of the emotion of 'fear'..."

"If it succeeds, won't the little girl become a porcelain vase that looks exquisite on the outside but is actually hollow on the inside, and the pieces will scatter all over the floor if touched, which is shocking?"

Qingguang stroked his chin and said in a gentle voice: "In this case, it's worth looking forward to."

"Such a person will definitely become a glamorous hero, but he is made of paper after all, and will be deflated if poked. The greater the hope he gives people at first, the greater the despair he will give people later..."

"Oh, it's really fun to think about it."

Qingguang left while saying something that An Jianxiu couldn't understand.

This was the first time they met, and An Jianxiu was deeply impressed as soon as they met.

So much so that for a long time, he was actually imitating Qing Guang.

It is normal for children to choose to imitate the adults they see.

At least that's what An Jianxiu thought.

It was two or three years later when I met An Jianxiu for the second time.

The only difference from the first time was that Qingguang was accompanied by a half-grown man.

The man was probably several years older than An Jianxiu and should be an adult.

According to Qingguang's introduction, his surname seemed to be Wang, and he was an apprentice who had just started learning something from him some time ago.

"It's very interesting," Qingguang said with an unfathomable smile when introducing this young apprentice, "teaching people this thing."

"How should I put it? Just thinking about him returning from school and rising steadily in the future makes me feel very accomplished."

He kept laughing while saying this and never stopped.

An Jianxiu and the man surnamed Wang at that time didn't understand what Qingguang was laughing at.

In fact, even now, An Jianxiu still doesn't quite understand.

But he guessed that the man surnamed Wang probably understood.

After all, it wasn't long before the man named Wang started to stand out and gradually climbed up to the position of Director of the Countermeasures Bureau.

He even launched a rebellious attack on Qingguang.

An Jianxiu found out about this later.

All in all, that guy has a bright future.

The third time I saw Qing Guang was about ten years ago. He was fifteen years old at that time, just the age when he had not yet entered high school and was preparing to go to a big city to make a living.

Probably not long after, he met Qingguang again.

But this time Qingguang was different from the previous two times. He looked unusually gloomy and... impatient.

An Jianxiu even heard Qingguang muttering softly: "Damn it!"

"The transformation between Yin and Yang is getting faster and faster. I have to make more preparations and not let that idiot ruin everything for me. I don't want to wake up and face a mess and have to clean up her mess!"

An Jianxiu still remembers Qingguang's expression when he said this.

He looked irritable and anxious, and did not seem at all as calm and elegant as he had appeared to be before.

This made An Jianxiu a little scared.

It is just like when humans look down into the abyss, they are often shocked by the bottomless darkness, so much so that their legs become weak and their backs become cold.

An Jianxiu feels this way now.

But soon, he was discovered by Qingguang.

When Qingguang looked up and saw An Jianxiu, his expression was slightly stunned.

The next second, he immediately changed his expression: "Oh, it's you!"

"Come on," he said kindly, "It's been a long time since we last met. Come over and chat."

When he said this, Qingguang's expression was very kind, which directly deceived An Jianxiu.

Perhaps it was because the image of Qing Guang in his memory was too attractive. In short, An Jianxiu had just entered the big city not long ago and thought it would be good to live with someone familiar, so he lost consciousness after a while.

When he woke up again, he was tied to the operating table, with a "doctor" wearing a white coat, a mask and reflective glasses standing next to him.

It was green light, and he was mixing something, sticky and thick like porridge.

After seeing An Jianxiu wake up, Qingguang chuckled: "You came at the right time."

"I was just worrying about how to solve the problem of yin and yang alternation, and you just happened to appear in front of me."

Then he said gently: "That's fine, anyway, you look like you fit the bill, so I can use 'Janus's Mucus' on you and observe it later, maybe it can solve my problem completely."

"Be happy about this, because what is being injected into your body now is something comparable to that of a god. If you can make good use of it, you will definitely become a new 'legend', a legend that is no less powerful than Wang Weizheng..."

"At the same time, it will also become my nourishment."

Qingguang smiled and injected the thing into An Jianxiu's body, and said in a brisk voice: "I don't know if Song Weilu lied to me or not."

"Anyway, I'll try it on you first, mix the 'Janus's slime', and when it succeeds I'll use it on myself..."

As he spoke, mucus gradually seeped out of the syringe.

It’s hard to describe how An Jianxiu felt at that time.

It was as if something had penetrated through his pores and filled every inch of his skin, and the cells were screaming alarms, notifying his body temperature of rapid rise and fall.

At that time, An Jianxiu was like a random source of radiation.

This state lasted for about three days.

On the third day, Qingguang looked at An Jianxiu with anticipation.

But all he saw was his naked body and the dark shadows emanating from him.

The dark shadow licked An Jianxiu's neck and wrapped around his body, looking like a tattoo from the outside.

Qing Guang: “?”

What the hell?

What the hell did I create? Later, An Jianxiu basically forgot about this memory.

He just remembered that the shadow seemed to be separated from his body for the first time.

Then he did something towards the green light.

At the end, he seemed to vaguely hear Qingguang's exasperated voice: "Shit!"

"Song Weilu, you bastard!" Qing Guang's voice was extremely annoyed. "Do you think you can influence me like this?! Do you think I have no defenses against you at all?!"

"I will absolutely crush your daughter into pieces of flesh. I will not kill her. I will personally bring her to you and let you see your only flesh and blood turned into a wriggling monster, a living mass of flesh!"

As he spoke, An Jianxiu's ears seemed to echo with the sound of something sharp entering his flesh.

Soon, he felt extremely tired and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, the green light had disappeared.

The only person around me was a "shadow" that looked exactly like me, lying naked on top of me and also looking like it was sleeping.

Honestly, the impact of seeing someone who looks exactly like me lying on top of me is no less than when you suddenly realize you don’t have your textbook with you when you are in school, and the teacher is checking your grades one by one…

Just thinking about it makes people feel chilly, as if their hands and feet are cold and their whole body is weak on a hot day.

In short, God knows how to describe An Jianxiu's expression at that time.

After that, he stayed with this shadow for ten years.

Until today.

A man who calls himself a "prophet" goes only so far.

He really wanted to take the gun from the prophet, but the prophet did not agree at the first time.

When faced with An Jianxiu's deal, he just pondered for a moment, and then stated his subsequent additional conditions.

"I will need your strength for the joint military exercise in a few days," the prophet replied, "this is my additional condition."

"If you agree, then after the drill, I will personally help you shoot the shadow. In addition to this, if you want to control the shadow, I can also help you do that."

The prophet narrowed his eyes and said, "Choose whether to embrace the power with a life-threatening risk or to control desire steadily. It's your choice."

After hearing this answer.

An Jianxiu's expression was slightly stunned.

On the contrary...controlling the shadow? !

This means that I don't need to follow my original idea to master the power I want? !

After hearing this question, An Jianxiu's eyes couldn't help but flicker.

He seemed to be struggling with this deal, wondering if it was worth his choice...