Human beings will not be annihilated by the calamities of heaven and earth, and only themselves will be able to wipe out this race.

Du Kang had long forgotten what a foreign white-bearded old man was talking nonsense, at the beginning, he only felt that he was pretending, and of course it was worth thinking about, but when Du Kang remembered this sentence again today, it was more fear, deep, deep to the bones, deep to the soul.

Because of an ethereal legend, a story that should have been taboo and put on the shelf, a history that sounds like nonsense.

In Ran Jing's mouth, as if he was there, Du Kang seemed to have witnessed the final battle that ruined the flood wilderness, the twilight of the gods.

The so-called flood of land floated in the vast universe, and people at that time still thought that the sky was round and the earth was square, and it was true, but since the man raised the weapon in his hand, everything changed, and he went to destruction, and that terrible and pathetic poor man had a name that has been passed down through the ages-Chiyou!

Because he was tired of the so-called gods, he didn't want to give in anymore, and like a dog, he lay at the feet of the gods and waged his tail and begged for mercy, and he believed in an unprecedented terrible thought, that is, my life is up to me!

So Chiyou started a war, a war against the gods, and a war against the humans who still believed in the gods.

This war was protracted, spring went to autumn, flowers bloomed, and the flowers of that year bloomed extraordinarily fat and beautiful, because there was too much fertilizer to nourish them, and they were human flesh and blood, and the bones of gods, so many that the corpses were lying in waiting for thousands of miles, so much that the blood flowed and drifted, and so much that the earth became the crimson of blood.

The great war that has passed away in history now leaves only four words - the Battle of Zhuolu.

"At the end of that battle, the sky was dark, the sky was shattered, and even the gods fell I don't know how much, until the Gonggong clan was angry and touched the mountain, the pillar of heaven was broken, the sun and the moon fled, and the flood came all over the sky and swallowed everything. ”

Du Kang listened more and more attentively, with Ran Jing's narration, scenes of the mythological era appeared in front of him, Du Kang had seen a lot of records about these stories before, and even many archaeologists published books and said, listed as unsolved mysteries, but now more are games, TV series, and movies, many of which have been tampered with beyond recognition.

Now that Du Kang listened to the secrets recorded in the ancient books of Maoshan that Ran Jing said, combined with the various versions he had read in the past, he suddenly discovered a very terrible thing, that is, maybe all legends are not legends.

There was once a very philosophical saying on the Internet, saying that a nation that regards mythology as history is doomed to a failed nation.

But what if one day the so-called myth really becomes history?

Both in the East and in the West, there was a great flood that was recorded far back to the point of not going back to the world, so how big was that flood? big enough to cover the whole world.

Whether it is the East or the West, it is recorded that there was a great war before the distant and untraceable years, it was a war between gods and men, and the final outcome was very tragic, the twilight of the gods, Atlantis could not be traced from then on, and there was no Kunlun in the world.

Is this all a coincidence? Du Kang raised his hand and groped the tip of his nose vigorously, feeling his heart surging up, the hairs on his whole body stood up, and his neck twisted a little stiffly to look at Weiwei beside him, everything he had experienced at this moment, as well as what had just happened in the map of the Mountains and Rivers Society, seemed too absurd and outrageous that even a story could not be made.

"I felt like my worldview was collapsing. ”

"There are some things that you can't admit if you don't want to admit them, just like the outside world doesn't want to admit that Huaxia has re-emerged, but Huaxia still makes great strides to surpass them one by one and leave them far behind. A vicissitudes of life but not old voice sounded at the door, followed by a squeak, the door was pushed open, and a tall old man appeared outside the door, with gray hair meticulously combed, white shirt, black trousers, and a somewhat thin and clear face.

Especially the old man's eyes, bright and frightening, not the kind of brightness that people can't look at, but the light that makes people want to be close but extremely respectful, like a bonfire in the middle of the night, attracting countless moths to rush away desperately.

"You're here. With a slightly flat expression, he raised his eyebrows twice, and said something without being salty.

Ran Jing walked quickly to the old man, and saw it with a junior salute, the old man waved his hand with a smile, walked in front of Weiwei and said, "I'm afraid it will take more than a hundred years to say goodbye, but I didn't expect to meet again today, but you have become like this." ”

"Aren't you also unrecognizable?" raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at the old man, his little hand was forced, and he jumped to the ground, his eyes met the old man without retreating, and said word by word, "I will never forget what happened back then, little fatty, let's go." ”

"Oh," Du Kang didn't know what the old man in front of him who looked like a senior leader came from, and he couldn't understand what grievances and entanglements these two guys who were not the same age were there.

Just when the two passed by, Du Kang suddenly felt that a trace of coldness suddenly flashed on the old man who looked like a fairy wind and bones, and he couldn't help but pause at his feet, and turned his head to look at the old man, and it happened that the old man was also turning his head to look at him at this time, and at the moment when the two looked at each other, the old man's originally innocent eyes were instantly filled with a piece of black blood, and it was turbid and pitch black, which frightened Du Kang's feet and hurriedly caught up with Weiwei, who had already left the store.

The wind outside was very soft, revealing a hint of dryness and heat, Du Kang ran two steps to catch up with Weiwei, "Sister Weiwei, that old man just now... Old man... His eyes will turn black..."

"Don't mention him to me!" stopped slightly, turned his head to Du Kang and said solemnly, pointing his finger at the tip of Du Kang's nose, almost poking into his nose and eyes, "Little fatty, you have to remember, that's a scumbag, a bastard, a bastard, saying that he is a brute is lifting him, don't say a word when you see him in the future, turn your head and leave, remember?"

It was the first time for Du Kang to see Weiwei's emotions so out of control, and he was stunned for a while, the chick nodded his head like pecking rice, and saw that Weiwei continued to stride forward, and obediently followed behind like a tail, thinking in his heart that he could make Weiwei so angry, and even words like scum and beasts were used, could it be that the old man and Weiwei still have a period of passionate burning years?

Thinking of this, Du Kang unconsciously felt a strange feeling in his heart.

"Little girl, why are you in such a hurry? Go with my brother, can my brother invite you to eat lollipops?" A drunken voice came from the door of an express hotel on the side, accompanied by a crisp sound of clothes being torn...