God Emperor

In early summer, April, the sun is warm.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, a white bus drove slowly to the gate of Sanxingdui Ruins Museum.

In the car, a group of young men and women stepped out one after another, all chatting and laughing, full of vitality.

They are writers from the Sichuan Network Writers Association. This time they were invited to Sanxingdui to learn about the history and culture of Sanxingdui.

Among them is a young man who is 1.8 meters tall and has the most outstanding appearance. He wears denim shorts and a light blue shirt. He has exquisite facial features. The most amazing thing is that he has thick hair.

For the author, being able to keep his hairline is something worth showing off on social media every day.

Not to mention these, after all, the author whose pen name is "Flying Fish" has always kept a low profile.

The staff of Sanxingdui had been waiting there for a long time and enthusiastically brought mineral water, books about Sanxingdui, and rag dolls of the Sanxingdui Bronze Man.

Afterwards, all the authors walked to the museum under the leadership of the staff.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a thunder in the sky.

The sky was clear just a moment ago, but at this moment, it suddenly became gloomy, and a thick layer of blue-black clouds blocked the sun.

Even the air suddenly became dull.

The handsome man whose pen name was Fei Tianyu looked towards the back of the museum and faintly saw streaks of lightning falling down. However, I didn’t take it seriously. I was still thinking about the plot I was going to write today.

Behind the museum, in the sacrificial pit of the Sanxingdui ruins, the soil is scorched black, and the electric light flashes like silver-white earthworms.

In the center of the thunder and lightning, stood a tall red-haired man, wearing blood-colored armor, with arms as thick as elephant legs, and his eyes with a blood-eating fierce light.

He looked around, unleashed his energy, and sneered disdainfully: "A second-level planet with exhausted spiritual energy, I was actually transported here. Hey, this is..."

Xuetu lowered his head to look at the bloody patterns in the sacrifice pit, touched it with his fingers, and exclaimed: "This is the divine pattern left by the ancestor in the Immortal Temple. How is this possible? How can there be traces left by the ancestor on a second-level planet?" Divine Marks?"

"Oh my god, the white earth and blood, this sacrificial pit is actually full of white earth and blood!"

Xuetu's eyes were burning, and he immediately grabbed a handful of dirt, put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and after making sure it was correct, he immediately used both hands to eat it in big mouthfuls.

According to legend, the Bai Cang Blood Soil is related to the secret of immortality and is the holy land of the immortal blood clan.

After eating too much, Xue Tu patted his belly, walked out of the sacrificial pit, and walked towards the middle of the museum. He sensed that something extremely extraordinary was calling him in this strange building.

Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it. Could it be a treasure left by the ancestor?

Not long after, Xue Tu saw the golden scepter inside through the thick glass. The head of the staff is engraved with a smiling human head. The tail of the stick is engraved with the backs of two fish facing each other, and there are arrow feather patterns on the fish's neck.

In the eyes of mortals, the golden scepter is ordinary, but Xue Tu's blood boils when he sees it. The scepter of the ancestor, the scepter left by the legendary ancestor Yin, is a treasure more precious than any artifact.

"Bang!"

Punch to the glass!

The glass was not broken, but Xue Tu's face turned from red to white, his fingers were numb, and then his teeth itched in pain.

"No, how could this happen? Why has my emperor's divine power disappeared? Even his physical body has degraded like a mortal. It can't be because he has eaten too much, right?"

When the bloody massacre was frightened and at a loss, the explanation voice of the staff came from behind: "In front of you is the treasure of our museum, the golden staff. The golden staff is 143 centimeters long and has a history of thousands of years. It is a symbol of ancient times. The scepter of political power and religious power of Shu civilization.”

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During the live broadcast, I only wrote so much. Unfortunately, I can’t write the main text recently, so this is all I can do for the extras for the time being!