The solar system is broken
Chapter 85 Transmigrators
After using five pennies of copper shells to send away the two foul-mouthed men, the priest quietly observed the man tied to the tissue.
He has a handsome face, pale skin, and a delicate body.
It is very consistent with the characteristics of ancient civilized people. Coupled with his one month recovery time and the behavior of that crazy woman, this should be it.
If we want to talk about the difference between ancient people and people today, the biggest difference is their blood recovery ability.
The earlier the birth, the darker the blood. The bluest blood may even be opaque.
The blood of Blue Star humans appears red because the iron ions on the blood cells are positive trivalent, while the blood cells of Wranglers have extremely low oxygen carrying capacity. The iron ions in red blood cells are more ferrous ions positive divalent, which results in a blue-black color.
characteristics.
The most primitive group of Wranglers lived in a low-oxygen environment. Wranglers are anaerobic, so their blood is blue.
However, with the return of the Constant Era, the number of plants proliferated, and the oxygen content soared. As a result, it became oxygen-loving again, and the blood returned to red.
Judging a person's age has always been based on the blue depth of the blood.
People with blue blood have stronger survivability than people with red blood, which has also become an important condition for judging a person's stage.
The priest held a small knife in his hand and gently cut open the writer's finger.
Snap!
Dark blue blood slowly dripped from his fingers.
The priest's eyes widened and he stretched out his hand to catch the next drop.
The bulging blood drops danced slightly with his heavy breathing.
The priest pointed the blood at the dim oil lamp. His hands were trembling slightly and he couldn't see clearly.
This level of blood! They are no longer simple survivors from the pre-civilization period, but probably real ancient people.
The priest remembered a book that had been handed down. On the withered yellow sheepskin scroll, there was a sentence written in tadpole script: Its color is dark and cannot be penetrated by the sun, and it is the blood of the gods.
(Tadpole writing: Early brushes or rod-made pens had extremely poor ink control. The starting pen still had ink, but the last pen had long since disappeared, resulting in dotted strokes that looked like tadpoles.)
This person has such an eternal life. If he could record the super technology of civilization a moment or two ago, wouldn't it be...
There was so much excitement on the priest's face that he couldn't even imagine it.
In the remains of a fatal stone book, the priest saw a military record. An ancient super civilization had a deadly weapon. It sounded like thunder and had a thunderbolt in its tail. Where it fell, the clouds scattered and the fire filled the sky. It was extremely powerful.
It will even bring up a spherical mushroom cloud.
It's a pity that the person who rubbed the broken book stole the Book of Heaven. After returning, his eyesight deteriorated, his pupils bleed like flames, his skin became necrotic, and he died tragically.
How majestic it would be if this person came out from under those deadly voids.
The oil lamp dances, and the oily yellow skin color becomes darker.
There is a secret story about the Shang Dynasty's destruction of Xia. When Yi Yin was Prime Minister, he promoted a light blue blood prisoner named Yu, subdued the horses on the grassland, and formed the first Shang Dynasty mobile force.
In the war against the three Yu-wing Kingdoms of the Ge, Wei, and Gu Xia dynasties, Yu's cavalry achieved the strategic purpose of a surprise attack and defeated the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces in one morning.
It can be said that the appearance of this blue-blooded man directly led to the beheading of King Xia.
Historians have left rumors one after another that civilization is shrinking. Super-ancient civilizations are not afraid of chaotic eras. But for some unknown reason, modern civilizations have no ability to resist in the face of chaotic eras.
The wind gently blew the bronze branches in the temple, and the clanging bronze swayed.
The priest's shadow kept swaying on the vermilion pillar.
His eyes stared straight at the scabs that quickly formed on his fingers. Then they fell off, leaving the whole finger as smooth as new.
This is a weapon, whoever holds it in his hand will have unlimited possibilities.
The priest thought of a king, Dingzi.
The patriarchs of the Shang Dynasty were generally called Zi, and this is why the patriarchs of later generations were called Zongzi.
According to the ranking of emperors, Ding should be called Di Ding or Zhong Ding.
He has a very famous younger brother Wairen.
When Emperor Zhong Ding died, his younger brother Wairen became Emperor Wairen.
This is what is written in the history books, but there are rumors in the palace that the death of Emperor Ding originated from an interesting book "The Prince".
Wai Ren compromised with his brothers and succeeded in succeeding to the throne.
This The Prince is written in a semiotic script (mature late writing) and must have been written by a blue-blooded person.
The chaos of the Ninth Generation has become magnificent because of the small grains of sand in this book.
"If..." There was a shadow on the priest's face, "He can be used by me... instead of by King Shang."
The priest has always had this idea, and the blue-blooded old woman is the best evidence.
Moreover, he still had this condition. Although he was not the eldest son, he still had the surname Zi and was from the same clan as King Shang.
His name is Wei, and the contemporary King of Shang is his uncle, so he can be regarded as the brother of the prince.
If it hadn't been for the brother-in-law of the previous three generations of kings, the king would have fallen to him.
It is for this reason that Wei fled from Chaoge and became an unknown priest here.
Now there is a man with blue blood, and he is at the level of a monster. How can he not be tempted?
The gentle wind was blowing, and the growing conspiracy was slowly growing bigger like a flame.
The flames licked the darkness bit by bit, and the greed became blazing bit by bit as the ink receded.
king!
What a wonderful lie, holding a jade ax (shape of seal script ax), sitting high on a bronze seat.
Watching the big bronze cauldron under the steps boiling little by little, with the bright red blood constantly churning, this is cooking!
No matter how many lights you light in the dark court, you can't dispel the shadow under the crown.
Dukes Gonggun, King Mu and his ministers are all talking nonsense.
Phew~
A gust of cold wind blew into the temple, causing the high seats to sway.
The priest saw the first divine throne on the high grid, Qi.
Also listed below are Tang, Taiyi (Wen Ding)...
Tai Geng is alone on the left, and the three brothers Xiao Jia, Tai Ding and Tai Wu are neatly arranged on the right.
(Left Zhao and right Mu system, if the ancestor is Zhao, the father is Mu, oneself is Zhao, the son is Mu, the same side is separated by generations)
From generation to generation, kings and eldest sons died in high palaces and became fertilizer for oak trees.
The fruit tribute on the desk is emitting a faint fragrance, and there is even a light dew. They all say that if I enjoy the feast (clean), the gods will take over (meaning to bless) me.
However, in this fragrance, blue-blooded people control the transmission of blood.
Conspiracy~
The wind was so strong that the priest's robes rustled violently.
There was some crazy imagination in his eyes. He wanted to go to the temple in Chaoge, climb up to the high deer platform, enjoy the wind, and look at the wealthy people.
Drink a glass of sorghum wine and fall asleep.
Wonderful~ The priest closed his eyes.
"Ahem~"
Two discordant coughs interrupted Ziwei's endless reverie.
At this time, Ziwei remembered that the blue-blooded man he wanted was tied to the vermilion chestnut wood.
Standing with hands behind his hands, standing in the light, leaving the writer with a back full of shadows.
"Um?"
The spacious room has a stone floor and tall pillars carved with simple dragon patterns.
The wooden rafters are dark and vermilion, and the curtains are constantly billowing in the wind.
A man in a dark robe stood in the wind, splitting the light of the oil lamp in half.
Looks very tall.
"You're awake."
The hollow echo amplified this greeting like thunder into the ears.
The streamers on her body undulated in the wind, like waves.
Nobles? That is, slave owners.
It turned out that the two warriors handed themselves over to this nobleman, but the writer became confused as to what value he had to make the two warriors rich.
A month to recover? Could it be that specimens need to be sectioned? Thinking of the super high medical standards here, the writer couldn't help but subconsciously twitch his legs.
"People from Zhou?"
The writer did not answer.
Ziwei nodded to himself, obviously not from Zhou anymore.
Zhou Bang is a lower state. How can a larger traveling tribe like this have the ability to control a blue-blooded person?
"Do you want to live?" The priest turned around.
Shadows wandered on the square face with Chinese characters, a short chin and a long beard, and a pair of eyes full of light.
"Stay alive?"
"Hmm~"
"In no mood!"
"Travelers like you, don't you want to do something big?" Ziwei was embarrassed, it was the first time he had seen someone who had had enough.
But the writer fell on the word time traveler.
What the priest calls a time traveler is not a time travel in our sense, but a journey through time and space.
That is to say, simply and crudely live from ancient times to the present, achieving hardcore time travel.
In fact, for blue-blooded people, this is nothing.
Their lifespans are longer than stones. The death of their bodies poses no threat to them. The blue blood allows their bodies not to fear the ravages of time.
But this does not mean eternal life. After all, if you chop off your head and bleed different blood, you will still die.
The vast majority of blue-blooded people are like this. They have been defeated for a long time, but they are no match for a butcher's knife.
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