Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 468 It's connected, it's finally connected!
It was Lin Feng who summoned Weird, and Weird brought Lin Feng.

A tone of voice that cannot be heard clearly.

The meaning of the word is vague.

Chanting in a strange accent.

It's part of a ritual,

Lin Feng didn't know where he was being sent, he only heard the voice coming from his ear, this tone was a voice that had existed since ancient times.

Later, it was blessed by others and turned into music, elegant sound, and the sound of sacrifice.

On Lin Feng's body, flying snake patterns appeared, and in the flying snake patterns, the sky fire was swaying.

A big eyeball was continuously infiltrated, and amidst the Yayin, the altar began to burn blazingly.

But here's the problem.

There is no officiant.

During the entire sacrifice, there was no chief priest, and Lin Feng's body was still petrified. This was a kind of protection. The skin of the stone was protecting Lin Feng.

It could also be self-preservation.

The breath of destruction gradually permeates from the big eyeballs. This is the seal of the Yimu Kingdom. They have no choice but to destroy this thing properly, and they dare not let the past seen in this thing appear in reality.

Because what happens when these scenarios appear.

Don't know, because it is unknown, so there is fear.

At this moment, these forces are all blended together.

Emerging in this spirit of nature, began to intertwine.

This is the collision of several wisdoms.

The bronze gate represents the power of nature that the kings of the Xia Dynasty once wanted to spy on nature and successfully created.

One of the greatest attempts in human history.

This is the earliest human action imitating nature that Lin Feng can observe.

Compared with the earlier attempts to become natural, some people have done it.

But because the time is too long.

It is no longer the era where Lin Feng can observe.

Performing their duties is a good quality of historians, and order is what historians are always pursuing. What they hope most is that the world will not return to a state of chaos.

Qingshan never wanted chaos to come. Naturally, in the chaos, there is no worry about survival at all.

Even historians put forward a point of view.

Naturally, it is a part of Chaos. As for what Chaos is, I don’t know. The historians who seem to have seen Chaos have all disappeared without exception.

Many kinds of nature would not be together if they were not deliberately brought together.

There are very few people who can put together so much nature.

Coincidentally, Lin Feng is such a person.

Nightmares also appeared.

It is next to nature and becomes real nature too.

It looks like a world.

Tear off a piece of black, and then turn it into a world.

this new world.

It is the dark side of another world.

This time it was a "real" nightmare. People in Ichimoku always felt that the "nightmare" swallowed people when they saw the "nightmare".

Actually not so.

Things are even more unimaginable than they imagined, it is just complementing itself.

That's all, and then he was detained.

And the sky fire on Lin Feng.

In this chaotic world.

Tangled with various forces, a touch of "pale white" began to appear.

This thing is not completely "pale white", but a variety of things mixed together, and finally became a strange color in the chaos.

A chilling pallor.

Only source species.

Source Seed is still working hard, telling its story.

An inappropriate metaphor.

Lin Feng seems to be an electronic receiver.

Receive information from the outside channel.

The source seed is the source of a signal, and it honestly records the events of the year.

Whether this memory is good or bad.

Lin Feng was drowning in a sea of ​​information, constantly falling down.

The master craftsmen were still under control, and these master craftsmen looked at Difa in front of them with eyes like looking at a madman.

They didn't know what Difa saw.

But they saw what Tefa made.

A door.

Usually doors are used to connect a certain place, but the door made by Difa is different from the door that normal people think.

The door he made was so big that people couldn't walk around. More importantly, the door just stood here.

The back of it is empty!
Nothing at all.

"It's a door, you only need to use a little source seed, and you will understand what it is, but why don't you open the door?"

Difa didn't understand, this was the only thing he didn't understand, he didn't understand why he couldn't open a door he had created!

And it matters.

"This door is poured, it cannot be opened, unless the source seed has its own ideas, and you engrave an inscription, it will open."

The great craftsmen were even more desperate.

Such a simple matter, Di Fa will not be unaware.

The reason why he became like this is because he is crazy!

It thought it could expect something from behind!

But will it really be like this?

On what?
By an inscription that no one can recognize?

"You are confused by the phantom in time. What you see is not real, but what history wants you to see. You are already crazy."

"You can't do that."

"What you do is tantamount to courting death, do you understand?"

"Failed."

No matter what they say or say, Di Fa will not show any expression or heartbeat, he is just waiting, waiting, waiting for a long time.

Subsequently.

Di found out.

"It turns out that she failed, what a pity."

Di Fa's state was very strange, he walked out with his sword in hand, and said: "Something is wrong, there must be something wrong, the time can be changed.

There must be something, there must be something, that fixes time so that I cannot change it.

It must be like this.

I have long suspected.

There must be something wrong. "

Muttering to himself, Di Fa walked out, he was far away from the source seed gate, so Lin Feng didn't know where he went.

Lin Feng seemed to have fallen into a coma.

A very strange phenomenon.

He started to simply receive the information, but soon, it was brought back by incense and bondage.

Lin Feng opened his eyes.

He started to think of his own.

He felt as if he knew something very important about Difa.

Difa discovered the existence of the historian, and like the historian, he saw the development of time.

But it's different from the historian.

The historian wants to anchor the most stable years, but Difa is different. Difa only wants to change history, and he wants to find the culprit.

But the important thing is that Difa doesn't know who is anchoring the history, he can only investigate by himself, but it is very difficult to investigate the historian.

A period of silence and darkness, I don't know how many years have passed, there is only an incomparably long, long, and finally an intermittent scene.

There was the wailing of beasts, but no one was killed. After an unknown period of time, the master craftsmen were released.

"My father is dead."

It was the voice of a young man, extremely rude. In any case, it was extremely impolite to call his father and the former master of a country dead.

By his side, someone is recording these things.

"Everyone, you can go home."

It's Xia Jie.

Of course, he is not called Xia Jie now, the brutal king of the Xia Dynasty.

Although he was a little rude.

But there is still a long way to go with the title Xia Jie!
He pointedly asked the historian beside him, "Do you know what my father told me before he died of illness?"

"I don't know, should I record these?"

The historian said staidly.

Throw everyone out, and there are only two people left here.

The young Xia Jie and the official historian.

Together they looked up at the huge, ingenious bronze gate.

Xia Jie said: "It's up to you, if you want to write it down.

My father, he told me before dying that I would die at the hands of the Shang Dynasty. "

This passage is not recorded by the historian.

Apparently, he didn't think it was necessary.

Xia Jie said, "Huh? Why didn't you record it?"

The historian said: "Do I need to record these? I don't really need these."

Xia Jie let out a strange laugh when he heard this.

There was a strange laugh that didn't seem like a living person, which sounded creepy.

He said: "But you historians, don't you all record everything?

I said this today, why didn't you write it down?
Don't you historians also pick and choose, pick and record some information that can be recorded? "

The historian said sternly: "These things are the words used by the king to remember his father, if you think these words will be passed down to future generations, then I can also record them.

But I don't think it's necessary. "

Xia Jie meant something, looked at the official historian and said, "Well, then there is no need to record it, and I don't need to record what I will tell you later.

There should have been three people who knew about this matter, but now that I have told you, it is four people.

Among these people, I am alone, Taishi standing beside me, then Fang Xiangshi, and then me. Only the three of us heard this matter.

When my father was there, there were four people, and now there are four, because there is one more you.

You know what my father told me when he was finally sick and delirious?

He said he found it, he found it, he found it!

Among the history he found, those dregs left in the shadows, he said he found the reason why history cannot be changed, and why the future cannot be replaced!
He also told me that he found it, he found the secret that the dynasty can last for a long time.

We can become immortal principles.

But he ran out of time, and he also told me, be careful, be careful, be careful of the people of the Shang Dynasty.

Beware of the leader of a small tribe in the Shang Dynasty.

Maybe you don't know what a Shang Dynasty person is.

The people of the Shang Dynasty were a tribe of thieves who kept migrating from one side of the river to the other, doing business with people in this place, and spying on other people's property in that place.

These wolf-like things are merchants.

They steal tribal secrets from each tribe.

They are now staring at us, and he has taken a fancy to our sacrificial vessel.

There are many such tribes, but now, my father told me that in the near future, they overthrew my rule and entered my country, they broke into my world.

The huge capital was captured by merchants, filled and forgotten.

He sees the future, but he can't change the future. There is a force constantly entwining it. Do you know what it is? "

Xia Jie's words became more and more passionate.

His malice almost escaped from his expression and words.

But the historian was still calm, he said, he didn't know.

Then he asked again: "Should I record these things too?"

Xia Jie didn't speak any more, he said: "All of these are fine, you can see for yourself."

After finishing speaking, he swaggered away, leaving the historian alone.

The historian didn't say a word, and left after Xia Jie.

The sound cut off again, as if in a bottomless abyss.

Ding ding dong sound.

There was another burst of poor contact, and the signal transmission took a long time.

Lin Feng was trying to turn his brain around and figure out where he was.

In his "vision".

The dark sky seems to be starting to have color.

In addition to the sound, there is also a picture.

I just don't know where this image came from.

Is it a picture conveyed by "meaning", or is it a "dream-like" dream.

The voice came again.

Someone stood in front of the bronze gate.

Or Xia Jie.

It's just that this time, Xia Jie's voice was a little thicker, and several years should have passed.

Xia Jie's reign was quite long.

Lin Feng also "saw" that beside Xia Jie, there was an extra corpse.

A bronze coffin was dug out of the tomb by Xia Jie and placed on the ground.

Xia Jie ruthlessly pushed open the coffin, revealing the corpse inside.

He checked it carefully, no matter what method he used, he got the answer he wanted.

"An empty shell used to hide people's eyes and ears, as expected.

It really is you.

Record everything, scribe? "

The last two historians, Xia Jie, almost gritted their teeth.

Weird!

The kind of killing intent that hates to the bone marrow!
Behind him, a person rushed over quickly.He wears a splendid robe, and in his hands he holds many talismans of exorcism.

He is Fang Xiangshi, a wizard and also a medical officer.

He was also one of the insiders back then.

Difa used his own life to prove one thing.

Back then, there were only three people who witnessed Difa's death.

Taishi.

Fang Xiang.

Xia Jie.

Fang Xiangshi rushed over, terrified, and when he saw the bronze coffin on the ground, his expression under the mask became more obscure.

"Go check the body and tell me, is my judgment right?"

Xia Jie stood beside the coffin,

Just staring at Fang Xiangshi, watching his movements.

Fang Xiangshi took out a musical instrument, very simple.

In terms of appearance.

These are two hollow bronze rods.

He rubbed these two sticks against each other, and high-frequency vibrations started, and thin white smoke escaped from the hollow clapper.

Inhaled by the "corpse" through the nose.

Taishi's whole body was checked.

After a while, Fang Xiangshi said: "There is indeed a problem.

Tai Shi may not really be dead. "

"Hehe, historian, hehehe, historian!"

Xia Jie said sharply!

"Open his eyes, I'm going to gouge out his eyeballs."

Seeing Xia Jie's appearance, Fang Xiangshi was terrified. He opened Taishi's eyes, but the eyes were cloudy and dull.

There is a huge gap between the eyes of a living person and the eyes of a living person.

Looking at such eyeballs, Xia Jie didn't do anything.

He just looked at Tai Shi like this, without saying a word.

But at this moment, Lin Feng's mind suddenly became brighter. He felt as if he had returned and could think.

He suddenly noticed.

The historian has been discovered!

(End of this chapter)