In the surveillance footage.
The note appeared suddenly: it appeared out of thin air and slowly fell onto the table in a way that defied gravity, as if an invisible hand was controlling it.
"Something's up!" The person reviewing the surveillance footage swallowed the two words that were on the tip of their tongue and glanced at Song Qushan.
Song Qushan's hand twitched almost imperceptibly, clearly indicating that he was not indifferent.
It's not a ghost!
There are no ghosts!
He is a cultivator.
A cultivator who came from a mysterious island—Song Cheng either died, fell into the hands of this cultivator, or became a pawn, abandoned by that powerful figure.
"Find a handwriting appraiser!"
Song Qushan gave an order, straightened his back, and slowly left.
He came from a mysterious island, and he knew how terrifying cultivators were, but he still couldn't be sure just how powerful this cultivator was.
After leaving the mysterious island, his cultivation level stagnated, and he was nearing the end of his life.
That's why he was in a hurry to send Song Cheng to the mysterious island; the Song family needed a new and powerful successor.
To everyone's surprise, it wasn't Song Cheng who came out, but someone else entirely.
This character is most likely evil.
He is evil, just like that important figure.
However, that's alright, he's evil too.
This world will ultimately be a battle between evils; it all comes down to who is more evil.
Song Qushan's spine hadn't been this straight in a long time, and when he realized his days were numbered, his back collapsed.
Today, stimulated by that mysterious IOU, his body regained its vitality.
He was as energetic as he was when he stumbled upon the mysterious island hundreds of years ago.
At that time, he was a woodcutter who stepped into the beautiful world that suddenly unfolded before him.
There's a legend in the village that there are ancient relics left by immortals on the mountain, and if you encounter them, you must stay away, or you'll die.
He grew up in the village and knew every plant and tree on the mountain intimately. What secret place could there be?
He scoffed at what the old people were saying.
But that day, he believed it.
The ancient sites associated with immortals are not baseless rumors, but rather they are chosen to be passed down to those with affinity.
He is the one destined for us.
His heart was filled with anticipation. Unlike those who were terrified and ran away in panic at the sight of the secret realm, he stepped inside...
Inside, he heard the voice of a haughty and aloof woman.
"From this day forward, you shall be my servant, for all eternity, your descendants and your children, all subject to my command..."
That voice was etched into his soul.
When he learned magic and looked inward, he saw the mark of a servant imprinted on his soul.
At that time, he did not feel anything was wrong; on the contrary, he felt honored, as he would never meet such an important person in his entire life.
He said, "Yes, sir."
"Ha! To make things easier for you, I bestow upon you a great deal of magical power. You'd better use it."
"Yes, I will certainly do my job well and will never let down the great immortal's kindness." His eyes lit up, and he quickly knelt down.
"A great immortal? Ha!"
He sensed something was wrong; he must have misspoken about the "great immortal," otherwise the woman wouldn't have spoken in such a strange tone. He lay on the ground, too afraid to speak.
After a long pause, the woman said again, "You are not worthy to know my name. However, I am not an immortal, but a god!"
god?
god!
Aren't immortals the same?
At that time, a question crossed his mind, but he dared not ask it. Later, he naturally learned that gods and immortals were different, and gods were far more powerful than immortals.
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