Apocalyptic Forecast

"Ah ... life can't be over ..."

Huai Shi was sitting on the garden, his clothes were messy and his face was pale. When he thought of what happened in these two days, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and burst into tears.

This is not only the danger of being impoverished, but the first experience of being discovered to be interviewed to be a cowboy and completely disappeared, and inexplicably encountered a dead body, and what was brought into it by a long gun and a short gun. Strange government departments went, and finally the soul was hit again ...

From the inside out, from the spirit to the wallet, can no longer support such a bitter and painful life.

Especially the record in that book, Huai Shi wanted to die once, but he was so poor at home that he could n’t even afford the rope, and the natural gas was cut off for half a year.

There is no way to find death, no way to live.

"Dead Ball!"

He threw the note to the side, incapable of rage, and the panda wept. After the rage was over, and after the tears were over, he obediently picked up the notes, wiped off the soil above, and then sighed and continued to stare at the bare garden in a daze.

It will always pass, Huai Shi, it will always pass ... Maybe I will forget this after a while?

He prayed secretly in his heart, and then began to have a headache where to earn the next living expenses.

"It's good if you really think so. But after a while, the group of guys should be staring at you ..."

He heard a strange voice beside him, like a woman, hoarse and charming, with a trace of insult. She said, "You guys are dying."

"You are about to die!"

Huai Shi turned back staring angrily, and then froze in place.

Beside him, there is no one.

This is the backyard of his house, and no one will come, let alone talk to him inexplicably.

Who can speak?

He saw a crow lazily combing his wings on the fence.

"Don't be stupid, yes, it's me."

In his sullen expression, the crow spoke indifferently: "It is the crow who spoke to you, yes, you are not in a nightmare."

Said she seemed to have a hiccup.

"Do you speak?"

Huai Shi stunned and immediately awoke: "No, what the **** are you!"

The crow laughed softly, and the tone became aggrieved and narrowed: "Wow, when people stared at people every day without blinking, when they were small relatives, are they called ghosts?"

"You, you, you ... you are that broken book?"

Huai Shi responded, opened the cover of the note, the title page ... The silhouette of the crow had disappeared, as if it had really become a living creature, flying out of the page.

"Roughly the same."

The crow sighed and glanced at the note in his arms: "Although it is the same wreckage, I am just a record above.

However, it would be too funny if it confuses me with "Heaven". "

Said something Huai Shi couldn't understand, her words turned sharply, her crimson eyes gazed at Huai Shi: "However, this has nothing to do with who I am, and the problem is-

——Do you really think I was just framing you? "

Asked softly, "Don't you have experienced the records of those people before they died?"

Huai Shi thought of his nightmare that night last night, and subconsciously shuddered, his tone became dry: "Are they really ... dead?"

"Ah, yes."

The crow nodded: "Except for you, everyone who has seen the box now is dead.

There are really a lot of good things in it. After so many years of sleep, it is rare to add so many sources. Although it is a little messy, but after all, there are about eight or nine hundred people. "

She tapped her mouth, and looked at Huaishi happily: "Do you need my help for those who met at the ceremony, boy?"

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"40 grams of copper, 57 grams of silver, 12 grams of tin grinding powder ... a set of crucible and gas stove, and the remaining lead blocks are freely sent by others ..."

In the evening, Huai Shi, who ran for a day in the city, finally returned home, threw the plastic bag in his hand on the table, and picked up the ton of tons of mineral water the day before yesterday.

"My flowers are all hollowed out and I'm heavily in debt. What's the use of buying these things?"

"Alchemy."

Crows picked their feathers and said calmly: "It is not easy to create a sacred mark that can be used by ordinary people like you."

"Holy mark?" Huai Shi smiled, "Do you want me to be a cleaner in the air?"

"What is this? Are modern people jokes?"

"No, it's just a trick for junk game manufacturers to cheat money."

Thinking about the krypton gold krypton who had red eyes in the class, and every time five or sixty-four thousand and thirty-four thousand students, Huai Shi felt ... so envious.

"Not the same, Huai Shi, although the name is the same, but the holy mark I said is not that kind of ridiculous thing."

The crow calmly explained: "If the essence of the soul possessed by the sublimator is the prototype of the divine power, then the sacred mark is the result of analyzing the heritage of the gods.

Traces the miracles of the miracles to find the way to the sacred, imitating the gods, investigating the authority and the remaining traces of the gods, the research is the existence of the sacred marks. A secret miracle made of metal and incense, imitating a huge miracle.

This is the mark. "

"... God?"

Huai Shi stunned, "Is there really a **** in this world?"

"There have been."

The crow was silent for a moment, "But they are all dead, and the things abandoned by the times do not care about the world today. I am afraid that in the near future, even the value of remembering will be lost."

Regarding this, the crow did not want to say more, but just urged Huai Shi to set up the crucible and start the refining as soon as possible.

"Is it enough to just use these?"

When the temperature of the flame was enough, Huaishi followed the instructions of the crow, put on a mask and pulverized the lead blocks, and mixed his own blood to carefully write inscriptions that he did not know on the extremely thin metal. Those The structure of the inscription is very simple, but no deviation is allowed.

The crow's eyes were horrible, even if it was a little biased, he had to erase and rewrite. After wasting a lot of CC blood, I finally got this simple job done.

"These are just accessories, even the simplest mark is not the result of mortal fire and mortal metal smelting. Now it is only the simplest emergency response, when you want to create a more advanced mark in the future , And even needs Eudemons blood and a lot of sacrifices, even ... "

It paused for a moment and said nothing more, just said lightly: "Ten minutes rest, starting at 11:15, remember, there is only one chance, if you miss it, but I think you should not have so much money to come back again, right Right? "

Mentioned money, and Huai Shi became more and more tense, holding a note in his hand to repeatedly confirm the order in which the crow once spoke to himself, and drilled in his mind.

And the crow stood beside the crucible, staring at the flame.

In the blink of an eye, the red flame suddenly turned into pure white, and in the end, countless streamers emerged from it, magnificent and gorgeous.

But the figure of the crow is getting thinner and thinner.

"what is that?"

"The source quality, the ignited source quality." The crow glanced at him, and explained before he asked again: "The source quality is the substance that constitutes the soul, the spirit preserved in the substance ... you understand it as the soul The debris will do.

If you do n’t have enough materials, you can only work on the flames. Now every second burns one soul. Ah, don't worry about the source, these are the stocks in that box. "

Huai Shi swallowed, and didn't know what to say.

Even more terrifying than burning a person every second is that what is contained in that box, according to the crow, is the source of close to thousands of people ...

What the **** is?

"Don't think of so many of them, let's start, Huai Shi."

The crow finally took a look at Huai Shi. The lead liquid in the kettle had been completely boiled, but he could not smell the stench and other smells. Instead, there was a hint of golden under the torment of the pure white flame.

Looks like a piece of light gray with gold powder.

Huai Shi couldn't care more about it, grabbed the things arranged in order in hand, and put them into the crucible one by one. First is tin, then copper, and finally silver ...

Every time you put it, the metal solution in the crucible does not see any ripples, and the foreign substances are completely melted in an instant.

The white flame suddenly rose, countless streamers were greedily drawn into the crucible, and the intense light stung the eyes of Huai Shi.

At the last moment, Huai Shi heard a crow sigh.

"I hope this time I really have to gamble, right, Huai Shi."

Whispered softly, already thin as a phantom, she suddenly spread her wings, fluttered her wings, and thrown into the crucible.

Boom!

The flame was extinguished in the low muffled sound, and the liquid in the crucible rose up, drawing a complicated outline in the air, and finally, it collapsed into the inner layer.

Was staring at Huai Shi in amazement, gradually condensing into substance, slowly falling from the air.

That is a feather.

Metal feathers.

Every bifurcation on the feather cast like sterling silver is slender and perfect, without any flaws. The light flows on the mirror-like film, as if it refracts the whole world, and there are constantly all kinds of weird scenes passing by.

Feather fell in the hands of Huai Shi.

"This is what I am now, a peculiar sacred mark of no pedigree-a branch of things."

The crow's voice rang from his ears, full of exhaustion: "With that note and event branch in hand, even before the turmoil, you are qualified to serve as a reserve clerk."

Huai Shi looked at the windless and voluptuous notes in his hand, feeling dizzy for a while, obviously countless flowing handwriting, but he seemed to be looking at himself in the mirror.

Another self only exists in the written record.

"What the **** is this ..."

"Well, what to say ... Probably the last remnant of heaven on earth." The crow sighed softly, "You can call it the book of destiny."

At that moment, the countless flowing handwriting suddenly gathered, with the disappearance of the crow on the title page, new lines of writing appeared.

Huai Shi (stress period)

Title: None

Stigma: None

Miraculous marking: no

Hold skills: General knowledge of LV3, UU reading www. uukanshu. com art, performance, cello LV6, death hunch LV0.

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"Look, now you are the master he has recognized." Crow said wearily: "The specific method of use you will have to think about yourself, I will sleep for a while ..."

"Wait, what the **** is" Premonition of Death "? Why is it so vague?"

Huai Shi put his face on the title page, only to see the line that was so light that he could hardly see it.

"It's just a hunch about death. No matter what it is, if you go through dozens of deaths in a row, will you have some experience? Ambiguity means that you have already started, but it has not yet been called a skill. But I haven't I thought that there would be a LV6 cello playing, you guys, maybe it ’s a genius ... "

The voice gradually drifted away, and in the end, it could no longer be heard.

It might really fall asleep.

Only dumbfounded Huai Shi grabbed the pen and the book, and didn't know exactly what it was for.

Holding the quill pen called 'thing like branch', the corresponding operation and application naturally appeared in my heart. In addition to operating some text-type objects, the biggest function is to be able to write in the air, free Freely change colors ...

"Alright, at least in the future, you can save printing fees by randomly sending small advertisements ..."

Huai Shi looked at the pen with a wry smile, and finally looked at the book in his hand. But after carefully turning it over, he found that there did not seem to be any changes in it, only a few of the files that appeared at the end appeared faintly.

Huai poems hesitated for a long time, raised the pen and clicked at them.

In an instant, the pages were bright.

The light engulfed him.