Five Frozen Centuries

The sunlight fell from the skylight and shone on the old man. From this angle, he was just a very ordinary old man. His hair was gray and his face was covered with wrinkles.

He looked very ordinary, and Wei Huo came to the old man in secret.

The moment Wei Huo saw this notebook, he understood everything. This ordinary notebook is the "Code of Law", and the power of rules circulates in this book. The laws laid down in the Code must be obeyed at all times, or death will result.

That's the rule.

When Wei Huo came to the old man, he saw the old man's eyes. He really wanted to know what the man who ruled the whole city with a pen looked like, how sharp his eyes were, and whether the real emperor That's it.

But unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were very calm, even with a hint of kindness, he was just an ordinary old man, the ordinary could not be more ordinary, but the burden on his shoulders was not ordinary at all.

The old man waited for about three minutes, seeming to be thinking, but he didn't seem to think about anything. Three minutes is not long, but it is very precious to the old man. The moment of tranquility he can enjoy is probably only the three minutes before writing.

Not thinking about anything is actually a very happy thing.

Then the old man picked up the pen.

At this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly burst into incomparably dazzling light, and those sharp eyes seemed to be able to see every corner of the city through the stone table.

Undoubtedly, that pen was just an ordinary pen, nothing special, even because it had been written for a long time, it was rubbed a little shiny, and the paint on the outside was all gone.

But the old man who picked up the pen seemed to have turned into a god at this moment, and the aura radiated from him turned this small world into a god's domain.

The reason why a person's temperament can change so much before and after picking up the pen is probably because, the moment he picks up the pen, the fate of countless people is tied to the old man's hands.

The old man took off the cap of his pen, revealing the nib of the golden fountain pen. The nib shone with golden light, and it was engraved with beautiful patterns. There was a gap between the nibs, and black ink began to slowly fall from the gap, and finally filled the space. Gap, the golden nib is divided into two parts by a streak of black ink.

Then, the old man picked up the pen, looked at the information on one side, and began to write his name in the notebook.

The old man didn't write fast, but he wrote very seriously. He wrote every stroke very seriously, because this name will determine the fate of a person's life.

Wei Huo came over and sat opposite the old man, and saw him keep writing down fresh names one after another in the notebook. After the names were written, the ink would dry up quickly, and the faint ink fragrance evaporated with the water. And when it is emitted, it has the effect of concentrating and eye-catching.

But when the old man wrote the tenth and a half names, he suddenly stopped, because Wei Huo's figure appeared.

The old man paused, his coherent momentum was suddenly cut off, his eyes flickered non-stop, and finally became calm and peaceful. He picked up the pen, but the remaining half of the name was not written after all, and he put the cap on the pen , then raised his head and looked at Wei Huo with calm eyes.

The old man saw Wei Huo's eyes, which were a pair of eyes representing silence, as if he could not see the huge abyss at the bottom.

Seeing these eyes, the old man understood everything.

The old man closed the notebook, put away the pen, walked to one side, poured two cups of tea, and brought one cup to the stone table in front of Wei Huo.

"Tea, please." The old man said lightly.

At this moment, he seemed to have turned back to that ordinary old man.

Wei Huo glanced at the ordinary notebook. The notebook was closed. The case was black, without a single word. It looked really ordinary. A notebook with this cover can be bought for 5 yuan in a stationery store. buy a copy.

"Can I have a look at this notebook?" Wei Huo asked.

The old man said: "Yes."

Wei Huo stretched out his hand, and the notebook didn't leave the stone table, but turned around in a circle, and then Wei Huo opened the first page.

Wei Huo has read the contents of the notebook, and it is exactly the same as the "Copy of the Code", but this notebook is obviously thinner than the "Copy of the Code", Wei Huo kept turning the pages, and finally found that this book seems to be impossible to finish .

This is an infinite book, which can never be finished. Wei Huo translated it very quickly, and quickly finished the content of the law in the "Code of Law", followed by one name after another, and the first name was even in traditional Chinese characters. Words, written with a brush.

Wei Huo kept flipping back, and from nowhere, the name changed to simplified characters, and then blue, red, black, and the fonts were different. This shows that only a lot of people can write in this notebook. other people's names.

Finally, Wei Huo stopped flipping because he saw three names, "Gao Huo", "Jin Jia", and "Xiao Qian".

The difference of one word reverses everything, the story is often that simple.

A typo changed everything, the fate of this notebook, the fate of this old man, and the fate of this city.

The old man understood everything. He handed out the pen in his hand and said, "Please write my name in the notebook."

Wei Huo did not take over the pen. His purpose was not to become the new master of the city. His purpose was to thoroughly refine this creation of rules and take it for his own use, turning the "Code of Law" into a book of death.

The old man put the pen on the stone table, and said: "For more than fifty years, I have been waiting for this moment all the time. I am old and can't write anymore."

The old man seemed to regard Wei Huo as his heir, and he continued: "A long time ago, I broke into Stonehenge in the same way, trying to change everything by myself, but in the end I became a member of this reincarnation."

Wei Huo said at this time: "The true law should exist in people's hearts. People respect it, but they are not afraid of it."

The old man raised his head and said slowly: "Everyone understands this truth, but if you stop writing, the world will perish."

Wei Huo knew what the old man meant. If he stopped writing and people found that the rules would no longer punish those who violated the law, the dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in people's hearts would be released in an instant, and there would be only one final result, and everything would come to an end.

But for Wei Huo, who practiced the way of extinction, he has long been used to seeing the end. Everything in this world will have a moment of end. Everything will perish. The planet under his feet will die, and the sun hanging high in the sky will die. , this universe, this world will also have a day of extinction.

Everything in the world will perish, but it will also be reborn. If it is not broken, it will not be erected. If it is broken, it will be erected. This is reincarnation.

So Wei Huo did one thing. He tore out every page of the notebook that was written. This notebook is an infinite book.

The old man quietly watched Wei Huo tear off the pages, he didn't say much, just sighed softly.

Wei Huo threw out the stack of torn pages and said softly, "Destroy it!"