Elf Archer of Life in Another World

"How could she ring a clock like this?"

Songqing listened with interest and asked questions cooperatively.

Zheng Qi made a bow gesture, and Song Qing understood clearly.

"The two of them stood at the door of the temple, shooting arrows inward and ringing the golden bell every year. Only then did they discover that the spatial structure of the temple also has the function of amplifying the sound, so the bell can be heard across the entire lake and sent to the whole country.

In the ears of the city people."

"...They're not deaf, are they?" Song Qing was especially worried that something would happen to this convenient ear every year.

"Probably not, they didn't mention it," Zheng Qi said.

Qi Youfeng was also worried about this problem at the time. When every year suggested that he go offline directly, he not only strongly opposed it, but also hoped that every year would use other methods to summon the Hu God, such as directly demolishing the temple.

"...Brother Feng, there are only two of us, how long will it take to dismantle this..."

"It's better than your self-destructive summons."

"Who committed suicide? Hey, Brother Feng, what do you think this is?"

Nian Nian opened his palms, and a pair of small beige dumplings rolled in his palms.

Qi Youfeng first twirled it with his fingers and looked at it doubtfully, then suddenly realized and took out such a pair of small dumplings from his sleeves.

"Eh? Have you received one too?"

Nian Nian put the small dumplings into his ears and shook them from side to side to ensure that the pair of earplugs would not fall off on their own.

"Well, I thought you might need this at some point, so I went to get a spare pair."

Qi Youfeng's words still ring clear every year, while the sound of the wind and grass three meters away is as loud as mosquitoes and flies.

This pair of beige little dumplings is a pair of earplugs that everyone in Chang'an has. They are called sound step regulators every year. They are produced by Mingtang and distributed free of charge.

Now that it is night, these earplugs are even more effective.

Every year, he drew his short bow and condensed a magic arrow at will. The light of the arrow flew across the thousand-meter long corridor and hit the golden bell deep in the temple.

The bell sounded like a muffled sound under water. Every year he looked at Qi Youfeng. Qi Youfeng nodded and started ringing the bell every now and then. From time to time, he would also knock out a rhythm. Anyway, today either

If the clock is smashed, or Hu Shen appears in person to stop it, she will definitely shake off a layer of skin from this guy who claims to be omnipotent and omniscient!

"I even knocked on it in the middle of the night, and Nian Nian was very cooperative."

Song Qing was actually a little scared.

Last night in the palace, he had a sudden thought and decisively killed Hassan VI who had just knelt down.

With his right hand tightly covering the mouth of Hassan VI, Song Qing suddenly heard the sound of drums. He looked around but could not find the source of the sound.

Song Qing lowered his head. It turned out to be the sound of my own heartbeat.

As if suddenly enlightened, Song Qing let go of his right hand, sat down on the ground, and stared blankly at the ministers and guards kneeling on the ground not far away in front of him.

After playing the game for so long, he has presided over torture and supervised executions, but this was the first time he had killed someone himself.

No, kill someone! This is an NPC in the game! Not a human! Not a human!

The flashing red exclamation point in the lower left corner of his vision brought Song Qing back to consciousness. This was a system warning, reminding him that his heart rate and blood pressure were approaching the warning value. Once the warning value was reached, he would be forced offline immediately.

Unable to go offline. Song Qing immediately regained his senses, took a deep breath, and forced himself to focus on other places.

For example, this corpse next to me.

With the continuous ringing of bells echoing in his ears, Song Qing clenched his fists to stop his hands from shaking. He placed the body of Hassan VI in a kneeling position and frowned at the bloody hole on the back of the body.

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The hand crossbow is small and compact, but has great impact. The entire crossbow arrow has penetrated into the flesh and blood, pierced the heart, and now seems to be stuck between two ribs. The arrowheads of the crossbow are highly poisonous, and if you touch it, you will die. After all, Song Qing can use this thing

There are not many occasions, and once it is needed, it will definitely be a critical moment, and it is necessary to ensure that the lethality of this hand crossbow is strong enough.

You have to find a way to dig out this crossbow arrow, otherwise it will definitely arouse suspicion. But how? Will it spurt blood when you dig it out?

Lord Songqing, who had never done anything like this before, rolled up his sleeves and looked at the bloody hole, not knowing where to start.

He pulled open the hole in his clothes, pulled it gently, and exposed a bit of the arrow tail. He pressed his finger near the wound, and blood immediately flowed out.

Song Qing gritted his teeth and put down the sleeves he had just rolled up. With his right hand padded with cloth, he was going to pick out the arrow tail from the wound. His left hand was also ready to cover the wound with his sleeve at any time.

"clang!"

The bell rings.

A plain handkerchief was handed to him.

Song Qing almost jumped up from the ground.

Looking at the little princess who had appeared behind him at some point, Song Qing's heart skipped a beat, and her whole body seemed as if she had just been fished out of icy water. System warnings appeared in his field of vision again.

The little princess is wearing a floor-length red robe, holding a handkerchief in her right hand, and a large incense burner in her left hand. The ceramic incense burner has two ears on the outside, and on the brown-red outer wall is a picture-like text, which means "Hu God"

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Only then did Song Qing smell a refreshing aroma, which was similar to the smell in the inner room just now, but a little stronger.

The little princess smiled sweetly at Song Qing, put the handkerchief into his hand, gently placed the incense burner at her feet, knelt next to the body of Hassan VI, and put her hand into his arms. The thin little girl

After getting under the corpse, the blood-red robe rubbed against the royal robe on Hassan VI, making it more vivid.

Song Qing looked at her and was stunned. This little girl was definitely not a simple NPC, her mental quality was much stronger than him.

Song Qing, who suddenly felt the loss of face, calmed down. The little princess had already taken out a delicate dagger from the waist of the corpse. The dagger inlaid with gems seemed a bit heavy. The little princess stood on tiptoes and raised the dagger with both hands.

Her olive eyes were full of innocence and innocence that didn't understand the world. She looked at Song Qing without blinking and smiled happily.

The bell rang again.

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Recalling that smile again, Song Qing still couldn't help but shudder, leaving Zheng Qi and Wu Jian confused for a while.

"Have you caught a cold? Are you in good health?" Zheng Qi raised his eyebrows.

"No, no." Song Qing waved his hand. He was embarrassed to say that he was scared by a ten-year-old girl.

"After the spies who came into the palace last night came to report, we communicated with Niannian and hoped that she would let the bell ring for a little longer." Wu Jian automatically ignored the first two useless nonsense and continued Song Qing's previous question.

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"I didn't expect it would be midnight when it rang. It's thanks to her that it gave us more time to arrange it." Zheng Qi shrugged.

"You..." Song Qing lowered his head and thought, "After you sent a message to Niannian, hoping to let her ring the bell for a while, did she reply?"

"No." Zheng Qi and Wu Jian shook their heads together.

"She can ring the bell, she must have her own purpose. Even if you don't send a message, if her purpose is not achieved, the bell will not stop." Song Qing said thoughtfully.

"On the other hand, since the bell has stopped ringing, it means the purpose has been achieved." Zheng Qi answered.

"Maybe it was blocked." Wu Jian added.

The three of them looked up and looked out the window. That was the east where the temple was.

"Did you contact her again after the bells stopped ringing?"

"have."

"Any reply?"

"......No."

Gray streets paved with feldspar, high white walls, red roofs, no doors or windows, well-proportioned, neat and solemn. This is an area located between the outer city and the royal city, named Valli, which means "saint"

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There is a tall building in the middle of the Valley District, with a small door on the front and no windows. The four-sided pyramid roof has intricate hollow patterns to ensure ventilation and a certain amount of light. The sunlight is cut by the patterns, projecting a dazzling light on the wall.

Flowers, as the daylight climbs and sets, move on the four walls.

This is the tallest building in the city.

There is a place in a high-rise building that is not exposed to the sun at any time. Here sits an old man with white beard and hair sitting cross-legged, with sunken cheeks, skinny bones, rough bark-like skin stretched tightly on the bones, and tight eyes.

Close, chest rising and falling slightly.

"Dear Prophet, King Hassan VI passed away mysteriously last night. Please ask the Prophet to accept God and clarify the doubts of my subjects in Khawarizh, and also give me a list of candidates for the new king."

The prophet opened his eyes and quietly looked at the sunlight projection on the wall. He has lived here since he was five years old. He usually does not see outsiders, let alone talk to him. Only on the annual Apocalypse Festival will some children be raped.

Send them in and let him identify whether these children have the potential to become the next prophet.

Children with potential will be sent to another high-rise building. If they can successfully receive God on the next Apocalypse Festival and remain sane, they will live in the high-rise building forever and accept offerings from the whole city.

There is no time in the building, but after staying here for more than sixty years, the prophet can already tell the time by the change in the length of the sunlight projection during the day. He cannot tell the specific day. The only day that can be used as a reference is the Apocalypse. Today.

There are still more than eighty days until the Apocalypse Festival.

The people outside the building asked loudly for instructions again, and the prophet responded dumbly. A boy about six years old immediately crawled out of the secret door on the wall, knelt and crawled to him, wiping his forehead on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

The prophet is a person who can accept the words of God Hu and needs to keep himself pure and untainted throughout his life. Every day, a little boy will bring some simple water and food. The water is the sweetest well water in the city, and the food is from every house in the city.

The first batch of new bread baked every year, the first handful of dates harvested, or the first newly slaughtered sheep.

The prophet raised his head and looked at the shining golden words on the top of the building, which was "Hu Shen".

There are no pictures or statues of God Hu. The appearance of God Hu painted by mortals will definitely be similar to a certain person. This is determined by the limited cognition of mortals. In order to avoid going astray into idol worship, the Hawali philosophers will only use some

Specific symbols or syllables are used to express the existence of the Hu God, but these symbols and syllables are not worshiped.

Sensing the presence of God Hu, the prophet's body began to tremble violently, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his cloudy eyes were full of confusion and joy. He got up from the ground, danced around for a while, and stood upright on the spot, shouting.

If the words are not composed into sentences, the voice will be high and low, happy and sad.

The boy kneeling on the ground climbed to the wall in panic, feeling the sunlight shining on the wall.

This is receiving God.

Every year on the Apocalypse Festival, people gather next to the prophet's tall building, hold a grand banquet, and sing and dance. The dance is dedicated to God Hu, and the song is a song in praise of God Hu. Along with the constant chanting, the year begins.

A nationwide carnival. Every year, some people will be favored by God Hu and fall into the trap during the festival.

The state of receiving gods accepts the words of God Hu. However, ordinary people cannot understand the existence of God Hu. Every time the receiving of gods ends, these lucky people will lose their minds, become dementia, or go crazy, and are regarded as the victims of God Hu.

The relics were sent into high-rise buildings and turned into monks worshiping God Hu. They were also worshiped by common people or wealthy businessmen.

The special thing about the prophet is that he can actively enter the state of ecstasy and remain awake after the ecstasy ends.

The boy listened quietly to the prophet's words, and the people outside the building listened quietly to the prophet's words. These were the revelations the prophet received from God Hu.

The boys inside the building and the ministers waiting outside the building wrote down Hu Shen's revelations. These fragmentary messages contained personal names, and then they would find out the owners of these names from all the Hawari philosophers and let them be the new ones.

The candidates for the king went to the other side of Lake Murite for the final divine selection.

Lake Murit is located in the east, and the final divine selection will be held in the temple on the shore.

At this moment, the place where the temple used to be was empty.

Also disappearing with the temple were Niannian and Qi Youfeng.