Bai Yan said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, what do you think ......?"

"Show me the iron plate in your hand!" I seemed to be looking at the iron plate, but in fact, I had already set off a storm in my heart.

What a coincidence, everything is so coincidental!

From the moment I opened Seinfel's notes, it was like stepping into a pre-arranged script. The time, place, people, events are not only the same.

What's even more terrifying is that this script can also "correct errors", even if we are ready to forcibly modify the "script", it will bring us back to the original trajectory.

Nothing would have happened if it hadn't been for the probe's hand splitting the wall in anger.

If it weren't for my sword, someone would have died under the knife.

If Bai Yan didn't have a pair of golden gloves that could block the blades of the divine soldiers, that person would be pierced through his throat by half a knife.

If there is no pegboard on the ground, the result may also change.

Everything is moving forward in an orderly manner, step by step, and cannot be changed, let alone reversed.

In the middle of my thoughts, my palm also inadvertently touched the groove on the edge of the iron plate, and when I looked at the iron plate sideways, I saw a bayonet on the edge of the iron plate: "This iron plate is a puzzle ......"

Bai Yan and I suddenly looked at each other, and said in unison: "Wordless Heavenly Book!"

If this iron plate is also a part of the "Wordless Book of Heaven", then the entire Book of Heaven is connected together, will it be the way to open the Immortal and Demon Cemetery?

I said in a deep voice, "Where is the next catastrophe?"

"An hour later, the mill in the town!" Bai Yan turned his head without waiting for me to speak: "Everyone rushes to the mill, and they have to dig three feet into the ground to find the next piece of heavenly book." ”

I followed Bai Yan and walked briskly to the mill, my head also spinning rapidly: "Bai Yan, where is Seinfair's body?"

Bai Yan turned his head suddenly: "What do you want to say?"

I rolled my eyes to the side slightly, "Look over there." ”

Bai Yan turned his head slightly, and his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly-there was a figure hidden behind the corner of the wall in the distance, and most of the other party's body was hidden behind the corner, but a handful of pale hair was revealed from the side of the wall, and the bun was eight points similar to the dead Song Feihang.

Bai Yan made a light gesture to me, and the two of us got up at the same time and flew towards the wall. Bai Yan's figure went straight to the corner of the earthen wall, but I jumped up with my feet on the wall, stepped on the wall and fell behind the earthen wall.

By the time I stood on my feet, Bai Yan's gold-gloved palm had reached over the wall and grabbed behind the target.

The speed of Bai Yan's shot was not fast, even if I was caught off guard, it was difficult to avoid the opponent's grasp, but the person standing in the corner of the wall was like a piece of paper blown by the wind, and with the force of Bai Yan's palm wind, he slid forward more than two meters on the ground with his foot.

Bai Yan and I reached out and chased after him a few steps, and the palms of our hands reached out in turn, grabbing each other's shoulders again and again, but the man suddenly moved forward when our fingers were about to touch his body, and slipped away from our hands by only a fraction of a second.

Ren Tianqing, who was chasing from behind, shouted: "You two don't take the wind with your shot!"

Bai Yan and I looked at each other, and at the same time saw the horror in each other's eyes—that person was constantly being blown forward because of the strong wind on our arms? Is that a person, or a piece of paper?

Bai Yan and I didn't have time to explore each other's figures, and at the same time pressed the force on our arms and reached out to each other's palms, but what I didn't expect was that the other party actually floated into the air at the moment we shot, turned around at a position half a meter above the ground, and fell three meters away facing me and Bai Yan.

Seinfel!

A chill suddenly rose in my heart.

The skin on the man's face had been completely dehydrated, and at first glance it looked like a layer of waxy yellow oiled paper had been pasted on his face, but from his facial features, it was still clear that he was Seinfeld.

I was only stunned for a moment, and then my eyes fell on the hourglass in Seinfeld's hand.

At each end of the hourglass was a withered human hand, and if you didn't look at Seinfelm holding the hourglass, the hourglass seemed to be held in the air by a pair of dead man's palms sticking out of the netherworld.

The blood-red sand in the hourglass was now less than an inch tall, and when I looked up at Seinfeld again, the blood and sand in the hourglass were already flowing like flowing water.

"It's time!" Seinfeld looked at us with a sneer on his face, followed by a scream in the distance.

There's something wrong at the mill!

I subconsciously looked at the mill, Bai Yan's body was bursting, his feet were against the wind, flying straight into the air, the two palms bent into the shape of eagle claws burst out, and the shadow of the claws in the sky was like a whirlwind, and they struck down around Song Feihang.

Goshawk Eight Spins!

I couldn't help but squint my eyes slightly.

In an instant, Bai Yan hovered down from the sky like an evil eagle predator, and the claw shadow flying in the air began to gradually shrink and encircle, trapping Song Feihang within a range of less than a meter.

Bai Yan was afraid that Song Feihang would escape with his strength again, so he used the "Goshawk Eight Spins" kind of claw shadow to trap the enemy, and then kill with one blow.

At the moment when Bai Yan's claws were about to buckle on Song Feihang's shoulders, Song Feihang, who had been standing still like a wooden stake, suddenly burst out under his feet, like yellow sand swept up by a whirlwind, starting from Song Feihang's feet and rolling up angrily towards the top of his head, completely covering his body in the blink of an eye.

In the next moment, the energy burst out of Bai Yan's palms collided with the volley of sand and soil hovering up, and the sand that looked like a tornado was instantly shattered by the huge force, and it burst away in all directions, and the sand and dust in the sky immediately covered my vision.

When the sand cleared, I saw Bai Yan fall to the ground with his empty hands, but Seinfeld was nowhere to be found.

Bai Yan turned his head with a gloomy face and asked, "Brother Wang, do you see where that person is going?"

"No!" I hesitated before saying, "But he certainly didn't run in any other direction!"

I'm telling the truth, no matter how fast Song Feihang's body is, it can't reach the level of 100 meters in an instant, no matter which direction he goes, it is impossible for him to escape from my sight, unless he escapes underground at the moment of fighting Bai Yan.

Bai Yan and I looked at the ground at the same time, and Qi Qi gasped.

I don't believe that there are really people in this world who can escape, even if the Oriental ninja's escape technique is rumored to be amazing, it is only a technique to escape with the help of the blinding method. But Seinfeld really disappeared before our eyes!

"Give me the knife!" Bai Yan snatched a long knife from a god explorer, raised the knife with both hands and plunged it straight into the ground, the moment the three-foot long knife was submerged in the soil, Bai Yan's hands exploded, and the sand on the ground was collapsed into the air from both sides of the blade, and the ground was opened by Bai Yan A hole three feet deep, but in addition to the sand with moisture on the ground, there was no shadow of Seinfeld.

Bai Yan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead, his eyes stared at the sand and he stood motionless, and after a long time, he said, "How is the mill?"

Someone replied in a low voice: "A brother is broken!"

"Take me there!" I walked first to the mill.

By the time we arrived at the scene of the incident, the detective hand who was pressed by the stone mill had already died of anger, and judging from the location of his death, the other party should have been smashed on the head by the flying stone mill and died on the spot.

Bai Yan said with a calm face: "How did he die?"

Someone replied: "After we surrounded the mill, he was in charge of the guard, and after we found an iron plate from the ceiling of the mill, the ground ......."

The detective glanced at Bai Yan's face before whispering, "A gust of wind suddenly blew on the ground, blowing the stone mill up. At that time, many of us were shouting for him, but he followed the demon, standing motionless on the ground, and his head was smashed open by the stone mill!"

"A gust of wind?" Bai Yan's face was already gloomy to the extreme.

Although the stone mill on the ground is not big, it also weighs hundreds of catties, and there is no typhoon above seven or eight levels, don't want to blow it up, let alone hit someone's head with great precision in the crowd. However, who can fake what is happening in front of everyone's eyes?

Juefa, who had not spoken, said in a trembling voice: "Wang Huan, Commander Bai, didn't you say that no one will die before the hour comes? Didn't you say that there will be half an hour before the calamity will be launched? What's going on?"

I said in a deep voice, "Show me the iron plate in the mill?"

Two drawings were drawn on the iron plate dug out of the mill, the first of which showed a figure walking with his head bowed in contemplation, not noticing that a stone had fallen from the air. In the second painting, the hourglass we just saw, the hourglass was held in the air by the palm of a withered dead man, and the fine sand in it seemed to be flowing rapidly.

I said in a deep voice, "This is the Hourglass of Death? In ancient Persian mythology, the god of death did not use a book of life and death to record a person's lifespan, but an hourglass. When death flips your hourglass, it hastens your death. ”

"This painting on the iron plate records this myth. The mortal does not know that the god of death is playing with the hourglass that belongs to him, and is still thinking about his own affairs, but death has quietly come, and he can only let the god of death arrange and die in an accident. ”

Bai Yan said in a deep voice: "You mean, the Death Hourglass has already appeared in Tianshakou?"

"Yes!" I nodded, "Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, myths about fate and divination, in fact, are similar, and there is a saying that fate is irreversible. As soon as you try to touch the taboo of fate, the gods will punish you. ”

As I spoke, I pointed to the iron plate and said, "If you follow the myth, the divine punishment has already begun." Death will constantly flip the hourglass that belongs to each of us, hastening our death. ”

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up......" Juefa roared angrily without waiting for me to finish: "This is China, it is the desert, not Persia, and no one believes in death, you shut up for me!"