Beiyin Great Sage

The ruins of the palace were different from the outside world. The distinction between day and night was very unclear. The two of them slept when they were sleepy and ate when they were hungry. They saw that there was less and less food left.

Zhou Jia lay on the stone platform, turning back and forth, thinking in his mind.

From time to time, he turned his head and looked at Chen Hui, who was sleeping with her back to him.

The white flowers he saw not long ago made his blood surge. Although it was indecent, it was human nature and it was inevitable to be a little impulsive.

"You don't regret it, do you?"

Chen Hui's muffled voice sounded:

"I'm not a casual person. Once an opportunity is missed, it won't come back again. I have a boyfriend and you have a girlfriend."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Jia felt that her voice was sarcastic, angry, and a little bit angry. He couldn't help but look embarrassed when he heard this:

"That's not what I meant."

"Have you untied the things on the stone tablet?" Chen Hui changed the subject a little stiffly.

"Not yet." When Zhou Jia mentioned this, he was shocked:

"Professor Song deduced it based on the ancient people's idea of ​​offering sacrifices to rituals and heaven, but I feel something is wrong. It should be something else."

"Judging from the stone paintings here, the 'owner' of the main hall is not as full of worship of 'Heaven' as our ancients there."

"It should be something more innocent..."

This is not because Zhou Jia is more accomplished in writing than Professor Song, but after more than ten years of development, the literary industry is much more prosperous than before.

Documents that were once strictly prohibited for external circulation can now be freely viewed in museums.

So when it comes to knowledge,

Zhou Jia is really wiser than Professor Song.

Coupled with the original deductions in the notebook and the guesses in each text, from a high position, Zhou Jia saw more, and his speculation may be closer to the truth.

He was a little excited when he talked about the speculation in his heart. He said a few more words, but his words suddenly stopped.

He propped himself up and looked at Chen Hui, but the other person was already fast asleep.

When she was sleeping, she had a gentle temperament, like a begonia sleeping in spring. The undetectable down on her face was accompanied by a slight trembling of breath.

There is also a milky fragrance, quietly coming.

As for body shape...

It was a full view just now, it was extremely hot!

Zhou Jia couldn't help but be stunned.

After a pause, he came to his senses and turned his back, suppressing the ups and downs in his heart.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to die..."

Drowsily, Chen Hui muttered to herself in her sleep:

"I don't want to die, but if I must die, don't let me suffer too much. It's best to fall asleep and never wake up again."

"No pain, no pain, best."

"Zhou Jia..."

"Why!"

Zhou Jia turned around and spoke subconsciously. Seeing that she was still sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"If I die, you can eat my flesh. This way you can survive for a few more days, but you must wait until I am completely dead before eating. I'm afraid of pain."

"..."

Zhou Jia was speechless.

I don’t know what she was dreaming about, she really said anything.

Unable to fall asleep, he simply turned over and sat up, picked up the diary and came to the stone tablet to deduce the text information on it again.

All words are used to record and describe something, and there are traces to follow.

even.

The older the text, the easier it is to guess its meaning.

Because the original text only used images to describe the meaning, without any complicated changes, and each word pointed to something specific.

of course there are exceptions.

The characters on the stele are shaped like tadpoles, there are one hundred and eight, each one is different and should point to one hundred and eight things.

"Words for worshiping heaven?"

"No!"

"Something described?"

"That's not right either!"

"A story told?"

"impossible!"

"What the hell is that?"

Zhou Jia frowned, scratched his head and cheeks, stood up from time to time, paced back and forth, and even unpacked the pages of his notebook and laid them flat on the ground.

One day, two days...

I don’t know exactly how long it took.

Chen Hui had already given up struggling, lying on her back on the ground, looking up at the sky, her eyes were dull and her breathing was vague.

As for Zhou Jia.

He seemed to have fallen into some kind of crazy state. The ashes all over the huge palace were covered with the words he drew and the papers he spread out.

From time to time, when he thought of something, he would yell twice, or stretch out his hand to change the writing on the ground.

"That's it..."

"No, no!"

"what exactly is it……"

In his madness, he did not allow anyone to touch the words on the ground. His red eyes made Chen Hui feel scared from the bottom of her heart.

but……

"I'm dying!"

Chen Hui opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She only felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker, until her consciousness fell into blur.

'It turns out that death doesn't hurt...'

In the field.

Zhou Jia, with disheveled hair, stood in front of the stone tablet, his body motionless, his eyes dead, just looking at the words on it dreamily.

a long time.

His body swayed slightly, and a light seemed to appear in his eyes.

"No... it's not a eulogy, it's not a description, it's not even a sentence at all..."

"It's just two words!"

"Two words!"

Zhou Jia's voice was hoarse, his hair was scattered on his head, his beard was messy, and his skin was shriveled, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"This is just two words!"

"yes……"

"Apocalypse!"

"No!"

Zhou Jia shook his head. After thinking for a moment, his voice became extremely strange, as if he was singing, shouting, or narrating something calmly.

Resend two mystery bytes.

"sky!"

"start!"

"boom……"

The void trembled slightly, and the earth turned upside down.

Like stars falling and everything returning to ruins, an unknown terror suddenly appeared in my mind and never dissipated for a long time.

Until.

A flash of starlight appeared in the dead silence.

The vast sound that had been sealed since ancient times began to echo in an unknown place.

"The apocalypse of Ziwei...the stars are scattered...the evil spirits of Tiangang...the number of the sky...the worlds are falling...the Nine Netherworlds are changing..."

In the main hall.

Zhou Jia's body was stiff and motionless.

It’s not just Zhou Jia.

At this moment, time and space seemed to freeze.

Unexpected.

The stone tablets in the field quietly shattered and turned into fly ash in an instant, scattering in all directions.

The strange mist that had been surrounding the main hall dissipated at some point, revealing the stone paths and dense forests outside.

A starlight emerged from the ashes of the stone tablet, spinning in the air, and then turned into a stream of light, sinking into Zhou Jia's mind, which was motionless.

…………

"Um!"

Zhou Jia suddenly came back to his senses and turned around to look around:

"What just happened?"

He only knew that he read out the inferred words on the stone tablet, and then his consciousness suddenly went dark, and he did not come back to consciousness until then.

In front of me, the stone tablet was no longer there.

Not only the stone monument, but also the main hall had disappeared. If it weren't for the dead bones under his feet, he would have thought that what he had experienced these days was just a dream.

What he could see was not the lingering mist, but dense forests.

The sound of the rustling leaves in the wind is clear to my ears.

"Come out... come out?"

Zhou Jia was speechless, and then his face showed ecstasy:

"We're coming out, we're coming out, Chen Hui, we're coming out!"

"Um?"

Looking back, it was not the unconscious Chen Hui that surprised him, but something in his mind that stunned Zhou Jia.

Close your eyes.

His vision was dark, and a spiritual light emerged.

A hazy star that cannot be described in words is suspended in his consciousness. The star is shining with starlight, undergoing unknown changes, and finally turning into a series of subtitles that he can understand.

Zhou Jia.

The third level of ordinary grade: internal strength.

Source star: none

Opening his eyes, Zhou Jia was stunned before clenching his hands.

Immediately, a pure and powerful feeling of power surged into my heart.

This force is so powerful that it is probably two to three times stronger than before!

It even gave Zhou Jia the illusion that he could break rocks with one punch!

No!

Maybe...this is not an illusion!

Zhou Jia's eyes flashed, and he suddenly clenched his fist and hit the bluestone beside him.