Above the gray fog

However, apart from the chill and wailing, there was no other unusual movement.

The air around the well seemed to become thicker, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

A soul walked out of Lin Shan's body and then went straight into the well.

The purpose of his trip was to explore the secrets in the ruins, and the various benefits could only be regarded as unexpected gains.

Since he had come here, he had to take a look.

Lin Shan stared at the back of the soul disappearing into the deep and dark well.

Then, the perspective switched to the soul.

The coldness in the well penetrated into the soul, as if there was something indescribable and strange hovering at the bottom of the well, which could attack Lin Shan at any time.

A moment later, Lin Shan went down to the bottom of the well.

Unlike the dangerous place he thought, there was a mysterious small room under the well.

This environment should be a small study. When he went down here, the sense of danger was instantly cut off, as if the danger was not the bottom of the well, but the process of descending.

There was a strange tranquility inside the study. A row of small bookshelves were filled with various ancient books, exuding a heavy sense of history.

Next to the bookshelf, there was an oil lamp on a table. Although its light was dim, it continued to shine.

There was a corpse sitting next to the table, and its body was stiff.

In front of the corpse was a yellowed paper covered with dense words. The pen that was supposed to be held in his hand had rolled to the floor.

Lin Shan reached out to pick up the pen.

Suddenly, at the moment of touching the pen, his consciousness seemed to travel through time and space, and a feeling of anger and unwillingness filled his heart.

Lin Shan broke free from the influence of the pen and put it away. He did not look at the paper on the table at the first time, but came to the row of small bookshelves and randomly pulled out a book from it.

He flipped the pages casually, and as he thought, they were all blank.

Most of the knowledge recorded in writing about the old days would be erased by an invisible force.

All that can be preserved are meaningless fictional biographies and stories.

Lin Shan flipped through them one by one.

Until he picked up the last purple hardcover book.

This book records a story from the old days.

It tells the story of an ancient scholar's journey, who overcame many difficulties just to pursue a secret. This scholar has outstanding wisdom and firm will, but at the same time, he also carries an invisible pressure - the pursuit of knowledge and the fear of the unknown are constantly intertwined in his heart.

Lin Shan seemed to be able to feel the loneliness and persistence of the scholar, the determination to grope for light in the darkness.

He read every page carefully.

Until he saw the last signature.

It was a familiar name again.

Mamazaha.

Suspected to be the creator of the ritual.

He was also a figure who existed in the old days, and had a direct connection with Gou Gou Country.

Lin Shan's fingers slid gently along the edge of the page, his eyes fixed on the words covered by ink, as if he could peek into the hidden truth from these incompleteness.

He knew that if this book was written by Mamazaha, everything recorded in this book was probably true.

[For many nights, I was confused. The traces I searched for ran through the nine heavens and also to the nine underworlds. I asked everyone who might know the truth, but they either avoided talking or told me frankly that they didn't know. ]

[But I have a belief in my heart that what I saw must be true. XXXX exists. ]

......

[I have investigated Shenzhou for tens of thousands of years and found nothing. When the foreign gods invaded, I should have stepped forward to protect Shenzhou. However, as one of the leaders of the ancient gods, I made a decision-stay away from war. ]

[I bid farewell to Shenzhou and traveled between the void worlds. ]

[At the end of the heavens and the worlds, I finally found the answer. ]

[XXXX does exist. ]

Lin Shan stared at the black dots. He had seen similar phenomena of this kind of pollution of text in many ancient books, which usually involved some crucial nouns or secrets.

There are many handwritten annotations on the last page of the book.

[Mamazaha, he is a true scholar.]

[If XXXX really exists, how can we establish a connection with it?]

[It is thought-provoking and chilling. If XXXX really exists, where does XXXX come from?]

[I dare not speak rashly about the news that Mamazaha heard in the abyss. I think XXXX does not exist. The abyss is a paradise for liars.]

[Despite this, it is undeniable that the multiverse does exist. Although this concept is more absurd than the world cemetery, it provides an explanation.]

[For the above remarks, the scientific community has confirmed that it is not a multiverse. Now there is a more scientific name - "possible universe".]

[We can't defend it - Qin Shi.]

Lin Shan raised his head from the book, thinking about what XXXX is in his mind, but it is obviously impossible to extract it from these few words.

The last annotation is also signed, Qin Shi, and the book was finally placed in this room...Lin Shan's eyes fell on the corpse.

If it goes as expected, he should be Qin Shi.

Lin Shan put the book away. Maybe he can translate the contaminated words in the future. The existence or non-existence of something made Lin Shan feel itchy. It would be better not to read it.

Lin Shan came to the table and translated the last words on the table with yellow paper.

[My life is like a wonderful journey, and I feel extremely lucky to be able to enjoy it all. ]

[But when I knew that my life was about to come to an end, I always wanted to leave something to prove that I had lived. ]

[I am an outstanding scholar and should deserve the word outstanding. If I still exist in the future, the knowledge I know may no longer be useful. ]

[So I decided not to leave anything. If someone in the future really finds this place, you can go to the bookshelf next to it. I will, it's all there. ]

[My name is Qin Shi, the seventh son of Emperor Qin Su, and the least popular one. Even the servants will point fingers at me, but I don't care. I always remember that I am a scholar, and scholars only need knowledge. ]

[Two hours ago, I received news that the Human Emperor was defeated and Shenzhou was defeated. ]

[The Divine Court made the final decision - XXXXXXX. ]

[If you want to survive, you have three choices. The first choice is to become a weapon spirit, which will deprive you of most of your intelligence. The second choice is XXXX, which will assimilate you into a monster that is neither human nor ghost and lose your intelligence. The third choice is to commit suicide immediately and enter the source sea. You will use the power of your soul to avoid the crushing of the source sea and look for a chance to live again. ]

[The first and second choices can only be considered as surviving, so I choose the third one. ]

[The time waiting for death is very long. In my perception, the passage of time has become abnormally slow. ]

[To the point that I don’t even know what I wrote...]