Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 12 Apocalypse

  The ruins of the palace are different from the outside world. The difference between day and night is very unclear. The two sleep when they are sleepy, and eat when they are hungry.

   Zhou Jia was lying on the stone platform, turning back and forth, thinking about it.

   Turning his head from time to time, looking at Chen Hui who is sleeping with his back facing him

  The white flowers that he saw not long ago made his blood surge. Although it is indecent, it is human nature, and it is inevitable that he will be a little impulsive.

   "You don't regret it, do you?"

  Chen Hui's muffled voice sounded:

   "I'm not a casual person. Once an opportunity is missed, I won't come back. I have a boyfriend, and you have a girlfriend."

   I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Zhou Jia felt that her voice was full of sarcasm, annoyance, and a little bit of displeasure, and couldn’t help showing embarrassment when she heard the words:

   "I didn't mean that."

   "Have you unlocked the things on the stele?" Chen Hui changed the topic somewhat abruptly.

   "Not yet." Mentioning this matter, Zhou Jia was shocked:

   "Professor Song deduced it according to the ancient people's idea of ​​sacrificing rites and offering sacrifices to heaven, but I don't think it's right, it should mean something else."

   "From the stone paintings here, it can be seen that the 'master' of the hall is not full of worship for 'heaven' like our ancients."

   "Should be something simpler..."

   It's not that Zhou Jia's literary attainments are higher than Professor Song's, but that after more than ten years of development, the literature industry is much more prosperous than before.

   Documents that were once strictly forbidden to be circulated outside can now be freely viewed in museums.

  So speaking of knowledge,

  Zhou Jia is really wider than Professor Song.

  Combined with the original deduction in the notebook and the guesses of each text, Zhou Jia read more, and the guess may be closer to the truth.

  Speaking of the speculation in his heart, he was a little excited, and said a few more words, and his voice stopped abruptly.

  Put up and look at Chen Hui, but the other party is already fast asleep.

  Asleep, she has a gentle temperament, like a begonia sleeping in spring, with undiscoverable fluff on her face trembling slightly with her breathing.

   There is also a milky fragrance, which floats quietly.

   As for the figure…

   Just now, there is no doubt that it is extremely hot!

   Zhou Jia couldn't help but stare blankly.

   After a pause, he came back to his senses and turned his back, suppressing the ups and downs in his heart.

   "Dad, mother, I'm going to die..."

   In a daze, Chen Hui said to herself in her sleep:

   "I don't want to die, but if I must die, don't let me suffer too much. It's best not to wake up when I fall asleep."

   "No pain, no pain, best."

   "Zhou Jia..."

"Hey!"

   Zhou Jia turned around, subconsciously said, seeing that she was still asleep, he shook his head and smiled wryly.

   "I'm dead, you can eat my meat, you can last a few more days like this, but you must wait until I'm completely dead before eating, I'm afraid of pain."

   "..."

   Zhou Jia was speechless.

   I don't know what she dreamed about, she really talked about everything.

  Unable to fall asleep, he simply turned over and sat up, picked up the diary and went to the stone tablet, deducing the written information on it again.

  But all words are used to record and describe something, and there are traces to follow.

even.

  The older the script, the easier it is to guess its meaning.

  Because the original text was only in the form of images, without too complicated changes, each word pointed to something specific.

of course there are exceptions.

  The characters on the stele are shaped like tadpoles, there are one hundred and eight tadpoles, each of which is different, and should point to one hundred and eight things.

   "Words for worshiping heaven?"

"Do not!"

   "something described?"

   "Not right!"

   "A story to tell?"

"impossible!"

   "What the **** is that?"

  Zhou Jia frowned, scratched his head and scratched his cheeks, got up from time to time, stood up and paced back and forth, and even took apart the pages of the notebook and spread them on the ground.

  One day, two days...

   I don't know how long it has been.

  Chen Hui had already given up struggling, and she lay on her back on the ground, looking up at the sky, her eyes were dull, and her breathing was vague.

   As for Zhou Jia.

  He seemed to have fallen into a state of madness. The huge palace was covered with ashes, all of which were written by him and spread out on paper.

   From time to time, when he thinks of something, he will call out twice, or stretch out his hand to change the words on the ground.

   "So..."

   "No, no!"

"what exactly is it…"

  He fell into madness, and he didn't allow anyone to touch the writing on the ground. His red eyes made Chen Hui afraid from the bottom of his heart.

but…

"I'm dying!"

  Chen Hui opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound. She only felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker until her consciousness became blurred.

  ‘It turns out that death doesn’t hurt...’

   In the field.

   Zhou Jia, with disheveled hair, stood in front of the stele, his body motionless, his eyes dead still, just staring at the words on it.

  Long time.

  His body swayed slightly, and there seemed to be a light in his eyes.

   "No...it's not a eulogy, it's not a description, it's not even a sentence at all..."

   "It's just two words!"

   "Two words!"

  Zhou Jia's voice was hoarse, the hair on the top of his head was scattered, his face was messy, his skin was shriveled, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

   "This is just two words!"

"Yes…"

   "Apocalypse!"

"Do not!"

  Zhou Jia shook his head, and after thinking for a while, his voice became extremely strange, as if singing, shouting, or narrating something calmly.

   Re-emit the two occult bytes.

"sky!"

   "Reveal!"

   "Boom..."

   The void trembled slightly, and the earth was turned upside down.

  Like the stars falling and everything returning to ruins, an unknown horror suddenly appeared in my heart, and it has not dissipated for a long time.

   Until.

  A starlight appeared in the dead silence.

  The vast sound that has been sealed since ancient times began to echo in an unknown place.

   "Ziwei Apocalypse... The stars are scattered... The sky is strong and the earth is evil... The number of the sky... The myriad worlds have fallen... The Nine Nethers have changed..."

  In the main hall.

   Zhou Jia's body was stiff and motionless.

   Not only Zhou Jia.

  At this moment, time and space seem to freeze.

Unexpected.

  The stone tablet in the field quietly shattered, turned into fly ash in an instant, and scattered in all directions.

  The weird mist that had been surrounding the main hall dissipated at some point, revealing the stone path and dense forest outside.

  A starlight emerged from the ashes of the stele, spun in the air, and then turned into a stream of light, sinking into the mind of Zhou Jia who was still still.

  ...

"Um!"

   Zhou Jia came back to his senses suddenly, and turned around:

   "What just happened?"

  He only knew that he had read the inscription on the stele, and then his consciousness suddenly went dark, and he didn't come back to his senses until then.

   In front of him, the stele was no longer there.

   Not only the stone tablet, but also the main hall has disappeared. If there were no dead bones under his feet, he would have thought that what happened these days was just a dream.

   As far as the eye can see, it is not the long-lasting fog, but the dense forest.

  The rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves is clear to the ears.

   "Come out... come out?"

  Zhou Jia was tongue-tied, and then ecstasy appeared on his face:

   "Come out, we're out, Chen Hui, we're out!"

"Um?"

   Looking back, the unconscious Chen Hui was not the reason why he was surprised, but something in his mind made Zhou Jia stunned.

   Close your eyes.

   His vision was dark, and a spiritual light emerged.

  A hazy star that cannot be described in words is suspended in the consciousness. The star sprinkles starlight, undergoes unknown changes, and finally turns into a series of subtitles that he can understand.

   Zhou Jia.

  Fanpin third level: Inner strong.

   Origin Star: None

   Opening his eyes, Zhou Jia froze before clenching his hands.

   Immediately, a pure and powerful sense of power welled up in my heart.

   This force is so great that it is probably two to three times stronger than before!

   Even gave Zhou Jia the illusion that he could smash rocks with one punch!

Do not!

   Maybe...it's not an illusion!

  Zhou Jia's eyes flickered, and he suddenly clenched his fist and threw it at the bluestone beside him.

  (end of this chapter)