"What abilities did the God of Misfortune have?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"I don't know. Every god had a few little tricks designed for ordinary battles, but they only used their trump-card divine arts when fighting for their lives," Shen Xue said.
Gu Qingshan looked thoughtful.
The three of them sat on a late-night bus.
Lola lay across the long seat, her head resting on Gu Qingshan's lap.
Gu Qingshan lowered his head and gently stroked Lola's hair. "Still dizzy?"
"A little better." Lola covered her face.
She hadn't expected to embarrass herself like this. She'd actually gotten carsick riding in one of these ancient vehicles from the Technology Side.
Shen Xue's expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?" Gu Qingshan immediately asked.
"The Gods Recorder is dead," Shen Xue said gravely.
"Who killed him?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"King of the Underworld. He's already taken Swordwind's soul. I think he was warning me." Shen Xue sighed.
"With the one who recorded the gods' secrets dead, the gods' war has drawn one step closer," Gu Qingshan said.
"What's our battle plan?" Shen Xue asked.
"Once we arrive, you and Lola hide first. I'll go meet the God of Misfortune. When the moment comes, you strike," Gu Qingshan said.
"What moment?" Shen Xue asked, puzzled.
"Hard to say. If the God of Misfortune is completely off guard, can you kill him?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Completely off guard? Anyone caught completely off guard before the God of Death has only one fate: death," Shen Xue said.
"That'll do, then. Wait for my signal." Gu Qingshan said.
Shen Xue sighed and murmured, "If I obtain the divine seat of calamity, then as the one who governs both death and calamity, even fewer people will dare provoke me."
"Then it's settled," Gu Qingshan said.
Gu Qingshan got