Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 185 Youhui Returns, the Master of the Garden

"When fate knocks on the door of reunion,
Names once forgotten will eventually reappear."

The casino was filled with smoke, the air was mixed with the smell of alcohol, perfume and anxiety, the lights were dim and blurry,
Reflected on the gamblers' faces, some happy, some frustrated, it looks like a broken oil painting.

Laughter, sighs, and the crisp sound of falling chips intertwined into a brief and noisy symphony, and among them, only he was silent.

Siming leaned against the poker table, tapping the edge with his fingertips, a smile between joking and indifference hanging on the corner of his lips.

His eyes indifferently swept over the few cards in the game that were powerless to turn the tide.

There were only a few chips left in front of him, and the joy on his opponent's face was almost impossible to hide.

"Sir, your luck tonight... doesn't seem to be on your side." The dealer pretended to be concerned when collecting the cards, and his tone was like a gentle net thrown just right.

Siming chuckled, stood up and pushed the last chips in his hand to the center of the table.
His voice was slow and inexplicably penetrating: "How can anyone win all the time? Luck is just a little bit of sugar that fate sprinkles occasionally."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving only the people at the table whispering and a few complicated gazes following him.

The night wind blew away the heat of the casino, and also blew away the smell of alcohol and fatigue on his body.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked along the familiar street towards the "Homecoming Hometown" - a neutral bar belonging to the secret master, and the most gentle harbor deep in the memory of a city.

As he pushed the door open, the wind chimes hanging at the door rang softly, as if whispering a greeting for his return.

Leng Ji, who was standing behind the bar, was still wiping the shiny glass in his hand with a serious expression.

The light poured down on her silver hair and bony hands, giving this cold loneliness an almost soft halo.

She looked the same as usual, but seemed less calm and more nervous.

Siming keenly noticed her strangeness, raised an eyebrow, and casually pulled out a high chair and sat down: "Why does this wine today seem colder than you?"

Leng Ji raised her eyes to look at him, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but she suppressed it: "Nothing, it's just... today, I always feel that the wind is not right."

"The wind's blowing wrong?" Siming sipped the wine from his lips, his smile still lingering. "Even a woman as cold as you who could freeze would act on intuition?"

Leng Ji chuckled rarely, but did not answer. He just wiped the wine glass in his hand until it shined a little brighter.

Just then—the door of the bar was violently slammed open by a stumbling footstep.

Two drunken mystics stumbled in, their laughter mixed with the smell of alcohol being particularly harsh in the quiet tavern.

They looked around as if they were looking for someone, but soon their eyes fell on a figure who had just walked into the bar, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

She was a strange woman, and her temperament seemed not to belong to this bar.

She was wearing a moon-shadow brocade robe. The dark blue fabric flowed slowly on her body like waves in the twilight, outlining a hazy yet fatal curve.

Her steps were calm and her posture was upright, as if every step was based on the pulse of the wind.

Her facial features were so delicate that they seemed almost unreal, and there was a hint of a smile between her eyebrows. That smile was like smoke passing across the surface of a mirror, soft, yet sharp.

The air froze the moment she appeared.

One of the burly men licked his lips, stepped forward, and tried to put his arm around her shoulders: "Miss, it's so late at night, drinking alone, how about we keep you company?"

Si Ming's eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to stand up, Leng Ji held his wrist.

"Don't be impatient." Her voice was low and cold, and a smile slowly rose at the corner of her lips. That smile was sharp and subtle. "The fun hasn't started yet."

Siming was stunned and turned his gaze to Leng Ji——

But for the first time, I saw a light called "expectation" in her eyes.

It was an emotion that was almost foreign to her, an excitement like a hound smelling blood before a storm.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned back in his chair, and murmured softly: "It seems that I am not the one who bets first this time."

Sure enough, just before the sturdy man's hand was about to touch the woman's shoulder, the woman slowly turned her head.

Her movements were not fast, but they were graceful enough to make one's heart palpitate.

The deep eyes are like stars opening from the depths of the night sea, calm yet captivating.

The faint smile on her lips faded slightly, turning a little colder, as if covered in frost. "You," she said softly, yet with a sharp edge like an ice knife, "are you sure you want to do this?"

The burly man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his tone full of disdain and drunkenness: "Of course, have a few drinks with us, miss - I promise you won't be lonely tonight -"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly froze in place.

His smile froze and his pupils contracted violently, as if he had seen the most terrifying nightmare.

He opened his mouth to shout, but found that his throat was filled with sea water and no sound came out.

The next moment, two huge monsters formed from black mist descended silently.

They stepped out from the void, wearing mist armor covered with strange patterns, with their giant arms hanging down.
In each hand they held an ebony stick as big as a pillar, which looked like an instrument of torture under the dim light.

There was no prelude.

The wooden stick came crashing down, and the two strong men didn't even have time to scream.

He was thrown away like a rag doll, smashing through the bar door, hitting the street slabs, and falling heavily.

The sound of bones breaking was clear and sharp, and the wind on the street seemed to have stopped for a while.

The woman sighed softly, as if brushing off the dust from her shoulders: "Oh, what a bummer."

She walked lightly to the bar, her posture as casual as if she had just brushed off a few grains of dust.

She glanced around casually, but when she saw Leng Ji, the corners of her lips suddenly softened a little, and her eyes held a smile that was almost doting.

"Xiao Ji, long time no see." Her tone was lazy but intimate. "Why didn't you come to greet Master?"

Leng Ji lowered her head slightly when she heard this. Her eyes, which were usually calm, were now rippled. She spoke in a low voice.

But there was a hint of complaint: "Master, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back?"

"If I tell you, how can I enjoy your surprised expression?" The woman approached with a smile.

She gently pinched Leng Ji's chin, her tone sounding teasing, yet with the tenderness of a long-awaited reunion.

Leng Ji slapped her hand away, his eyes slightly away, but the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised. He couldn't hide that smile and didn't want to hide it.

The woman turned around, her eyes slowly sweeping over Siming. Her eyes were slightly lowered, a smile on the corners of her lips, as if she saw through everything at a glance.

"Seeing you again," she whispered, "it's truly a fateful reunion."

Siming frowned, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes: "Have we... met before?"

The woman raised her lips, walked closer gracefully, and whispered a few words in his ear:
"The Eye of Silence, the Supreme Council. My name is Ruoli."

At that moment, Siming's pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body seemed to be hit by the waves and hit the reef, with a huge wave in his heart.

He stared at her back in disbelief, and suddenly a thousand clues that had been buried emerged in his mind - inexplicable paranoia,

The unpredictable cycle of reincarnation, and the vague yet familiar faces in dreams again and again.

And she seemed to have anticipated his reaction. She turned her head to look at him, and the smile she gave him was even more chilling than her previous attack.

"Don't worry," she said softly, her tone like a drop of water falling into the lake of fate, causing ripples. "We will have plenty of time to slowly reminisce about the past."

Leng Ji watched their conversation with a complicated expression.

She had stopped wiping the wine glass in her hand a long time ago, but she still pretended to be busy, unwilling to look directly at the fate that was about to restart.

She cast her eyes on the dim light on the wine cabinet and sighed imperceptibly.

In the bar, the lights flickered, the air became heavy, and the atmosphere was as quiet as the deep sea before a storm.

The cycle of fate never stops, but it quietly turns to a new chapter.

"When I meet destiny again,
We will eventually face the inescapable truth."

(End of this chapter)