Doomsday Totem

Chapter 338

"The name is so ugly." "I don't want to be a wolf, I want to be an angel." "Yeah, wolves crawl on the ground, and angels fly in the sky." "Wolves are bad animals." "It's better to be an angel, an angel Handsome and beautiful." The children chatted noisily.

Seeing this, the old man smiled gently, took out two bamboo boards tied with red cloth from his arms, rubbed them so that they were shiny and shiny, and knocked them rhythmically.

"Papa...papapa...papa...papapa...papa...papa..."

Looking closely, the two bamboo boards are somewhat different. The left hand is two large bamboo boards tied together, and the right hand is five small bamboo boards that are tied together.

The rhythmic knocking sound immediately aroused the interest of the children, and they all fell silent.

The old man cleared his throat, and spoke falteringly with the rhythm of the bamboo boards being struck.

Friends, hello, I am a wandering old beggar, a storyteller in the world of games.

Friends, listen, let me speak, I-come-speak.

As the saying goes, there are mountains and buildings outside the mountains, there are heaven and earth outside the sky, there are islands in the sea, and there are sands in the sand.

Next, I want to say, it is the old story from 180 years ago,
If the father doesn't tell the story, the father doesn't tell it, the mother doesn't tell it, the teacher doesn't tell it, so let me tell it.

A hundred years ago, the Great Heavenly Army came from the west, from the middle, and from the north,
75 gold armors have crossed the sea, riding the wind and waves, overcoming thorns and thorns, iron hoofs and sand, stepping in all directions, stepping - four - directions!
Holy visitation, heaven weeps,
So powerful, the earth shatters.

In the name of light, kill the light,
The righteousness of goodness kills all goodness.

Under the giant wheel, there are no eggs,
Mourning Hongming, dead bodies everywhere.

piles of bones, rivers of blood,

Thirty thousand armored swords drawn angrily!Angry-draw-sword!
Not for fame, not for profit, just for the fire in your heart,
Not for merit, not for salary, but for the blessing of future generations.

The battle song is sounded, the horn is blowing, the ancient bell is ringing, and thirty thousand armored gods of war are mighty!
Red blood, splashing everywhere,

Qing Yun Zhi, vowed not to return.

Although the body dies and the soul perishes,
75 gold liver and gallbladder split, liver-gallbladder-crack.

Holy Angel, live in Iron Castle,
Great Pope, sitting in court,
The temple army is tens of thousands.

A hundred years have passed and I dare not mention it, no-dare-to mention it!
In the sound of crackling bamboo, powerful poems reverberate in the small compartment, lingering endlessly...

The simple and lively rhythm aroused a sense of grandeur.Between the lines, it seems as if one can see the figures who have thrown themselves into the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.They are brave and fearless, but they are deeply affectionate, they are nostalgic for beauty, but they go forward bravely, and die in the fire...

When the psalm ended, the carriage fell into silence, except for the soft sound of the train's steel wheels rubbing against the track, there was no other sound.

I don't know how long it took, the little boy who was asking the question just now stood up suddenly, clenched his fists and said loudly: "When I grow up, I want to become a holy wolf guardian, protect our hometown, protect our temple .”

"I don't want it, my dad said they are all fools." "Yeah, my grandpa said that too." "My mother said that only when you have enough to eat can you manage others. They don’t have anything to eat, and they talk brazenly all day long....” “My sister said, they are a group of people whose brains have been flooded.” The children dispersed while discussing.

Looking at the children's reactions, a hint of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes.However, he quickly came back to his senses, and suddenly seemed to have remembered something important, hurriedly picked up the wooden bowl in front of him, and shouted to the children who were about to leave: "Masters, give me a little money, It's not easy for the old man to tell a book..."

But when they heard the old man's call, the children not only did not stop, but they scattered in a noisy crowd.In the blink of an eye, they all ran away.

"Alas~" The old man sighed softly, exchanged glances with the little boy who was asking the question just now, then put down the wooden bowl, and sat down slumped.It is not difficult to see that they are a gang...

"Ding!"

At this moment, a crisp sound came into his ears, and the old man quickly lowered his head and looked into the wooden bowl, only to see a gleaming golden coin spinning rapidly in the bowl.Looking up, a young man wearing big sunglasses, well-dressed and tall and straight was looking at them.Beside the young man stood two Far Eastern girls, one tall and one short.They have good looks, smooth complexion, and peaceful temperament. One can tell at a glance that they are from good backgrounds and have a superior living environment.

"Thank you, sir, for the reward." The old man said with a nod and bowed his head, and pushed the little boy's head back to thank him.

However, in that split second, Iron Slag noticed something strange.There was a flash of vigilance in the old man's eyes, although it was fleeting, he was still captured by him.

"Maybe I'm not your friend, but I'm definitely not your enemy." Iron Slag said while tossing a second gold coin.There was only a crisp sound of "ding", and the gold coin fell into the wooden bowl without any mistakes.

Looking at the gold coins flying in the bowl, Qin Ke'er couldn't help but widen her eyes.After staring blankly for a while, she slowly turned her head and stared at the side of Tie Slag's face, slandering in her heart: "Two gold coins, how can such a waste of money be given to me if you think it's too much, I'm short of money ..."

When the second gold coin stopped spinning, the old man showed a flattering expression, and said with a smile on his face: "My lord, how can I help you? Although the old man is a wandering storyteller, he is also proficient in metaphysics and Yi Xue. He can read Composite divination and horoscopes, watching the sky, seeing the secrets of the sky, understanding the world, knowing the past and the future..."

"He's a liar." Qin Ke'er reminded in a low voice.

"En." Mu Qianhe echoed.The Far East lacks everything, the most indispensable are charlatans, fortune-tellers, and old Chinese doctors with folk remedies.

"You guys go back first." Tie Slag said lightly, but his tone was unquestionable.The two women immediately looked at each other, without saying anything, they walked towards the box hand in hand.

After the two women walked away, Tie Slag took off his sunglasses, then squatted down beside the old man, and asked, "Where did you hear the story you just told?"

"I'm listening all over the place." The old man said casually.

"Where are you listening?" While speaking, Tie Slag narrowed his eyes, and suddenly radiated cold light, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

The old man's face immediately turned pale, and he couldn't help looking out the car window.At this moment, the train was running at high speed, and the scenery outside the window also quickly reversed and passed by.Then, the old man glanced at Tie Slag, then pushed the little boy's shoulder, picked up a gold coin and handed it to him, saying, "Buy a box lunch."

The little boy took the money and ran away quickly.

Not long after, seeing the figure disappearing at the other end of the carriage, the old man stroked his beard, turned his face, and asked Tie Slag, "Young man, what do you want to know? As long as the old man knows, he will tell you."

"The question just now." Iron Slag said.

"This is not a secret. In our Far East, as long as the elderly people know this story." The old man replied.

"What's that?" Iron Slag pointed to the bamboo piece protruding from the old man's pocket.

"This is Far Eastern Allegro..." The old man took it out and explained, "The two big ones are called big boards, and the five small ones are called jiaozi boards, which are collectively called seven boards. A little drama from the Far East."

"Hmm..." Tie Slag nodded thoughtfully, maybe he was overwhelmed and thought he had met an old friend of the Brilliant Temple.

"By the way, this uncle..." The old man looked at Tie Slag, hesitant to speak.

"Please speak." Tie Slag raised his hand as a gesture.

"You don't look like a Westerner, a Centraler, or a Far Easterner. May I take the liberty to ask, where are you from?" the old man asked.

"Beihuang Continent, a native of Tieshan Town." Tie Slag said, with his current status, he no longer needs to hide his origin.Of course, he cannot easily reveal the identity of Brilliant Tinder and Norses.

"The old man knows a little about physiognomy. If he can calculate your past and future, let the old man guess. If there is anything wrong, it's because the old man is not good at learning. Please don't take offense." The old man said cautiously.

"Please speak." Iron Slag said bluntly.

"Judging from your facial features, there are some characteristics of the Ice Plains people. Your ancestors should be the northern adherents, right?" The old man observed for a while and guessed.

"I don't know, maybe." Tie Slag replied calmly.

"But..." the old man stared at Tie Slag's chest and hesitated.Following his gaze, it was a badge engraved with redbud flowers.

Tie Slag looked down and understood immediately, then grinned, took out a copper badge from his inner pocket, and showed it to the old man.There was a bear's paw engraved on it. When the old man saw it, his eyes widened immediately, and he asked uncertainly, "You... are you an ancient war bear?"

Tie Slag nodded, and the old man breathed out a deep breath as if relieved from a heavy burden, and sighed, "I'm so scared to death..." Then, he asked again, "You are an ancient war bear, why are you still... The coat of arms of House Lombard."

"I work for them..." Tie Slag thought for a while, then added, "Temporarily."

"That's good... that's good..." The old man said as if talking to himself.

"The people of the Lombard family, are they scary?" Tie Slag asked.

"No, after all, the story I told is their taboo." The old man said.

"Are you really just an ordinary storyteller?" Tie Slag suddenly changed the subject and asked.He did not believe that an old beggar from the Far East could recognize the logo of the Lombard house.

"This..." The old man hesitated for a while, and said, "It can be said to be, or it can be said...not exactly..."

"What do you mean?" Tie Slag asked.

"Well... how should I put it... let me think about it..." The old man hesitated for a while, but he didn't say why.And Iron Slag just squatted there, waiting patiently, without urging.Not long after, the little boy came back with a lunch box.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward to take the hand, smelling the fragrance of the vegetables, and said to Tie Slag: "Young man, the old man has been busy for a long time, and he is almost too hungry to talk. After the old man finishes eating, I will talk to you slowly, okay?" good?"

Iron Slag nodded, expressing his agreement.However, the old man ate very slowly, like a chicken pecking at rice, taking a small bite at a time, and even licking the meat and bones for a long time, making Iron Slag feel uncomfortable all the time.

After half an hour...

"The station is ahead. Passengers getting off the train, please prepare your luggage..." A mechanically synthesized female voice came out from the loudspeaker, and the train began to slow down slowly.

At this time, the old man had almost eaten.He put down the lunch box, clapped his hands, wiped his mouth with his sleeves, took out the kettle, took a big gulp, let out a long sigh of "ah..." contentedly, carried the kettle on his back, and said to Iron Slag : "Young man, if you have any questions, just talk."

"The question just now." Iron Slag said.

"Which question?" The old man looked blank.

"Are you really just an ordinary storyteller?" Tie Slag frowned and repeated.

"Oh...it's a long story...it's a long story..." The old man sighed and said slowly.

But at this moment, the train stopped, and with a soft "chick", the doors slowly opened to both sides.The old man immediately grabbed the little boy's hand and rushed out the door.Iron Slag didn't chase them out, but just watched their leaving back calmly.

After running for a while, the old man stopped and turned to look at the iron slag standing behind the car door.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the old and the young just looked at each other quietly without saying a word.

Minutes passed by...

"Dear passengers, the train is about to leave. Please sit back in your seat and don't move around..." A mechanically synthesized female voice came from the speaker again.

"Chi..." Amidst the long sound of discouragement, the car door slowly closed.

But at the last moment, when there was still a gap in the car door, the old man suddenly let go of the little boy's hand and ran towards the iron slag.

"Young friends, please remember, I am a land walker!" The old man shouted out of breath while chasing the departing train: "I... I am walking on... The fire that walks in the world... I am the earth walker..."

As the train moved forward, the old voice became smaller and smaller, and finally calmed down.

(End of this chapter)