Bai Gu looked around at this dark room, he didn't understand what kind of amazing work should be kept in such a secret, dark room, which would never be known to the world. Even the rarest of the world's treasures must be seen in the light of day, unless, as Xuan Junyang says, the Gray family has been mired in a kind of imaginary madness that separates them from the world since they studied the translation of The Unknown God.

"It's strange, isn't it? After all, how would an ordinary person open a dark room in his house? Jane Grey stood beside the White Fox and put back on the shelves the book with the hidden mechanism, which was Jane's favorite book, because in her spare time she would play the role of Bai Gu and Xuan Junyang to tease each other.

Bai Gu scratched his cheek, not knowing how to answer.

"Believe me, though, when you see what's inside, you'll have a new understanding. As she spoke, Jane gently nudged Bai Gu from behind, like a wordless encouragement, and like a slight cringe to prove that she was not a freak.

There was not enough light in the dark room, but it was cleaned cleanly, and no dust was flying in the light, presumably Jane frequented this room at home on weekdays.

"Could it be that your ancestors have anything to do with Bluebeard?" asked with a smile as he looked around the dark room. Bluebeard, who kills his wife in the dark room, is a fairy tale character Jane told him, and is based on Jill Drey, who kills children and studies alchemy. Jane always thought with conspiracy that the French marshal was trying to find a new god from pure blood because of Joan of Arc's death.

"Hehehehe," hearing Bai Gu's words, Jane couldn't help laughing, "Then you look for it, maybe there is my ex-husband's bones in the corner." ”

"Could it be that in addition to the translation of "The Unknown God", does your family have research that cannot be recognized by the world?" Bai Gu wanted to continue to elaborate on his speculation, but when Jian turned on the lamp and his surroundings slowly became clear under the light of the candlelight, his eyes were attracted by something.

Across Bai Gu was a long table with papers, books, and unknown scrolls written on parchment scattered on it, and a look at the disorganized arrangement knew that Jane had done it.

But what really attracted Bai Gu was not the table or any books or scrolls on the table, but what hung on the wall behind the table.

It was a very old sword. It was pitch black, but with an indescribable sheen that was contrary to the warm candlelight. Although it is obvious at a glance that it is extremely early, it is not clear when it is dated, after all, even in the Middle Ages and earlier Europe, no one wanted to wield such a large sword as wide as a door panel.

"This is ......" Pointing to the sword on the wall, Bai Gu turned back to Jane and asked.

"That's what I'm going to show you. Jane laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, very good-looking, "If you ask me what this is, I really can't tell." But I found a record of the sword from my grandfather's texts. With that, she walked over to the table and reached for the curled parchment and another note.

Bai Gu didn't speak again, just stared at the sword that didn't look like a sword.

It might be called a "broadsword". Bai Gu meditated in his heart, reaching out to take the parchment and notes that Jane handed over. The sword must not have been an auspicious thing, because Bai Gu could feel the distorted aura it exuded, which was very similar to the strange sculpture but completely different. I don't know if Jane was too careless, so she didn't notice the feeling revealed by this sword.

"It is recorded in the third verse of the third volume of the self-translation: 'The silver light fell on the pillars of heaven. The pillar of heaven fell, and people found the sword in the ruins. Man sticks his sword into the corpse of God. The corpse turned into light and scattered in all directions. Muttering as he read the words on the notebook, Bai Gu raised his eyebrows and looked at the image drawn on the parchment.

The crucifixion of Jesus. The spear stabbed into his side diagonally, except for Longinus, who was wielding the spear, and there was another man with a sword standing beside him. The sword has no handle, no calyx, like a ......

Raising his head, Bai Gu looked at the big sword again: "Like a coat!"

Yes, this sword doesn't need to be slashed - it's another thing if someone can wield it like the wind - because it's not something to fight at all. The sword was a coat made for the god-killing arm, in order to hide its horror and mystery. The real ominous thing is the Longinus hidden inside the sword, which is decorated with the calyx and hilt of the sword.

But it doesn't make sense that when the sword was discovered—presumably long before Jesus came to earth, after all, according to the translations, it was already a strange structure of mysteries?

Or is it that the god-killing spear only leaves a broken head in the world, and it is already this size. And the later generations, based on the prototype of the armament, rebuilt and assembled it to form this new structure?

Bai Gu couldn't say anything, but just lowered his head and sighed: if the gods really existed, then he didn't know what the philosophies he had learned could guide the world to do.

"Bai Gu?" Seeing that Bai Gu was silent, Jane hurriedly approached to see him.

"Huh?"

"You don't seem to be happy," Jane frowned, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder, "shouldn't I show you this? You must think my grandfather, my father, and I are just crazy people, right?"

Bai Gu laughed, no longer looked at the sword, shook his head and explained to Jane: "Of course you are not crazy, I was just thinking that if these are true, then the core of this world will probably change drastically, and the entire human civilization will tremble for it." ”

Jane's eyes also flashed with a hint of worry: "You're right. That's why my family has never made these studies public. Because the more we study, the more we will discover that the essence and core of this world are not what we were born to understand. If we do show this to the world, we will be ridiculed as crazy at best, or we will cause unnecessary fear and confusion. ”

"It's good that I'm not a person who studies history," Bai Gu looked at Jane's face, "otherwise I'm afraid I would have become crazy because of a nervous breakdown." ”

"I've got some other literature here, so you can read it if you're interested. ”

Shaking his head, Bai Gu seemed to have something unspeakable: "Although I am very interested in what you have here, let's go back quickly." ”

"What's wrong?" Jane frowned, she could feel that Bai Gu seemed to be a little distracted today.

"Do you feel ......" Bai Gu leaned closer to Jane and said softly, "Do you feel that Xuan Junyang's face is not very good today." ”

"Didn't he say he didn't sleep so his face was ugly?"

"No," Bai Gu reached out and poked Jane's nose, "I think he has something to hide from us, but I can't say it." ”

"That's just you're too worried," Jane shrugged, "I think he's in good shape, and he can scold me a few words." ”

Bai Gu nodded and did not refute again. But there was still lingering doubt between his eyebrows.

......

It's this dream again.

Xuan Junyang raised his head, and this time, he looked directly at those terrifying giant eyes.

There was a damp breath and a roaring rhythm in the air, as if it were the breath of a living being.

Those eyes stared at themselves without emotion.

Xuan Junyang wanted to shout. But he couldn't open his mouth, his chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder, and it was already difficult to breathe.

The unknown thing was just a pair of eyes staring at him, without the slightest movement. Maybe he was thinking like Xuan Junyang.

This time, Xuan Junyang saw the outline of the thing clearly, and its sky-high figure seemed to be four thousand feet, perhaps even larger. Between chaos and blur, it shows the curves of the human body, the slender arms and broad shoulders, but that kind of proportion really can't be called a human body. Based on the distance between those eyes and himself, Xuan Junyang concluded that he was only staying in front of its abdomen, that is, the height of four thousand feet was only its length excluding its legs. Thinking like this, Xuan Junyang gasped. If he could see the pair of wings and the legs behind it, he would be so frightened that he lost consciousness because he saw it in its entirety.

Before he could think about it any more, the eyes were close to him again. Like two meteorites that fell, they smashed straight down with the terrifying oppression that shattered the world.

The strong sense of oppression made Xuan Junyang open his eyes after an exclamation. Sitting up, the sculpture fell from his chest to the bottom of the couch.

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Xuan Junyang's wheezing gradually subsided. Immediately, his gaze fell on the sculpture that had fallen at his feet.

For a moment, his mind went blank.

That sculpture, he kept in the house all the time. Just after dinner, Bai Gu and Jane went to her house, and they lay on the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously. Why is the sculpture on your chest when you wake up?

Another cold sweat poured out—he found that the eyes of the sculpture were large and godless, almost indistinguishable from the ones he had seen in his dream.

"Damn it. ”

He bent down and reached for the sculpture.

His hands were shaking, not from the cold or illness. It's fear.

Immediately, he burst out laughing, mocking and disdainful. Straightening up, he stretched out his leg and kicked the sculpture from the coffee table to the table.

"If you're really a token of some bullshit god, then you must be able to save me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang from the window of the room. Then, a strong wind from nowhere blew the window open violently, and poured into Bai Gu's room without saying a word. The wind was as violent as the snow they had experienced in Iceland, but it was not the weather that London should have at this time.

Xuan Junyang raised his arm to block the raging wind, and wanted to move towards the window a little bit to close it. But the wind came and went quickly, and it slowly stopped before Xuan Junyang could take action, leaving only a room full of manuscripts and materials.

"Damn, damn it," looking at the mess, Xuan Junyang couldn't help but scold, "Why is there a strange wind blowing for no reason, now I have to clean Bai Gu's room again!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the window, catching a glimpse of the translation of The Unknown God left on the coffee table. Because the wind was blowing, the translation was blown open, and I don't know where it stopped.

In this instant, everything changed.

Until he was crushed by the golden coffin and turned into powder, Xuan Junyang couldn't explain why he was willing to take the time to look at that strange book that day. He felt as if a hand had grabbed his arm, preventing him from taking another half step to move around.

Everything is as if it were revealed by fate, pointing to the opening chapter of the translation.

And it was that night that became the beginning of tragedy, opening a new era of mysterious reappearance of the unknown.