Following the trail of the water marks, after turning a few corners in a row, Qiao Yang and the two came to a room with an open door.

"The door of this room is actually open?" Anxin was a little surprised, all the surrounding rooms were closed, but this one was opened, was there anything unique about it.

"Well, let's go in and have a look. Qiao Yang nodded, and took the lead in looking in.

It is a very spacious room, almost more than 200 square meters, on the right side of the room is a floor-to-ceiling window, thick columns support a square dome, and on all four walls are placed equally huge shelves, almost five or six meters high, the top is closely connected to the ceiling.

These shelves are filled with shells, conchs, corals, pearls, reefs, seaweeds and other items, some rotting with age, others shining brightly.

But they are all ornamental objects of little value.

Directly in front of the shelf in front of the doorway was a small platform for the flow of water, somewhat resembling the shape of a table, and next to the table was a deep dimpled mark of water, and the traces left by the giants on the outside happened to spread to this point.

On the table is a scroll-like parchment that shows the dark brown of an unknown tree, which is out of place with the surrounding dark blue, making it stand out.

Qiao Yang and Anxin glanced at each other, stepped forward together in tacit understanding, and Anxin picked up the parchment to check it first.

It is a coarse sheet of paper, half a meter long and 30 centimeters wide, which is very well preserved, but the handwriting on it is a little blurred due to age.

"It seems to be written on it, but unfortunately I can't understand it. Anxin probed up and down, shook his head helplessly, and handed the scroll to Qiao Yang.

The words on the scrolls were crooked, very strange, like bugs crawling.

But Qiao Yang was slightly stunned.

He can read it!

These words are very similar to the phonetics used in the dream realm of the earthly Tao, and although there are differences, they do not particularly affect reading.

It's like a person who is used to reading simplified Chinese characters and suddenly looks at traditional Chinese characters, it will only be a little jerky, but it is not difficult to understand it at all if you switch associations a little.

Subconsciously, he looked at the first line of text on the scroll.

At the base of the Bloody Hills stretched a vast forest, the Dead Wood Glades, where there were several dark lakes that collected the dead blood that seeped from the hills.

The lake connects to the ocean, and in the sunken city in the depths of the ocean, the people of the deep sea live.

Lawrence Teslak, the banished god of the abyss, rules this sea of death with his mercy.

His most loyal man, the Oath Keeper of the Sunken City, Asa Sith, was once the most revered warrior of the Deep Sea Clan.

She is beautiful and powerful.

For years, Asa Heath had commanded an army, and her most powerful weapon was her fearsome voice.

Powerful, tactful, and elusive, she has always guarded the inhabitants of the deep and the glory of the sunken city with her deadly weapon.

......

Sea of Death, Sunken City, Ashyth?

So this is an ultra-ancient ruin? An ancient unknown civilization?

The Kraken is also real?

Qiao Yang was a little shocked in his heart, and he couldn't wait to continue to read backwards.

However, in the third hundred years of the reign of the banished gods of the Abyss, a demonic sea monster from the Sixth Hells appeared, and Ashya Heath resolutely joined the battle against the demons to protect her land from the slaughter of the demons.

But the sea monster was extremely powerful, and Ashyth's army was outnumbered and retreated.

Gradually, Ashyth was banished by the Demon Kraken Legion to the Sunken City, where she fought a duel to the death on the last line of defense of her homeland.

Only a handful of her 100-man team survived, grieving the bravery and sacrifice of her compatriots, but the glory and dignity of her homeland could not be violated.

With both wounded, the Demon Kraken unleashed the Hellflood with all his life force, and Ashyth sang her last song.

The flood swept away and destroyed the city, and the Siren's sad song resounded across the sea.

Who won and who lost, no one knows......

It's just that in this world, there will be no sunken cities and no more krakens.

......

"Why do you look so engrossed...... Don't tell me, you can read what is written on it. Anxin said in a rather strange tone.

Qiao Yang looked back when he heard the voice, thought about it, and felt that there was no need to hide it, so he nodded a little hesitantly: "This is very troublesome to explain...... But I do understand. ”

An An's eyes widened, feeling a little incredible, but Qiao Yang didn't say it directly, so she didn't ask any more, but then asked curiously: "Then what is written on this?"

"It's a record of the sunken city. ”

Qiao Yang let out a long sigh and briefly told the information on the parchment to Anxin.

......

After the retelling, Anxin was also very shocked, frowning, trying to digest this huge amount of information.

A super-ancient civilization is not a shattering view.

The Mayan civilization, the sunken Atlantis, and even the Sanxingdui ruins in Shucheng all tell that in addition to today's human civilization, there were other civilizations in ancient times.

It's just that these civilizations have long been lost and drowned in the long stream of history.

Civilization means the inheritance of knowledge, which is the fundamental difference between humans and monsters.

"So, this building is a ruin of the Sunken City?"

Qiao Yang said: "Perhaps, geographically, the dead wood forest at the bottom of the Bloody Hill doesn't look like the dead forest in the secret realm of the cemetery." ”

"The myriad dark lakes are the same pools we came in?"

"It may be that it is relatively old and the landform has changed, so there is such a possibility. ”

"No wonder the Krakens only exist in myths and legends...... It turns out that as early as ancient times, the race was wiped out. Anxin sighed a little.

Qiao Yang nodded slightly, and had followed Lu Weiying for a few lessons on the topic of studying myths and legends, and the instructor also believed that legends were not made up out of thin air, and there were many traces to follow.

In addition to the mountain gods he has seen with his own eyes, he is now relatively receptive to the kraken.

"And the portrait hanging on the first floor of this building is Ashahis, the Siren warrior, and she is the owner of the building?" An Xin asked again, raising an eyebrow.

Qiao Yang shook his head: "Yasha Heath is the only kraken mentioned in the parchment with a name and surname, and the person in the painting is very similar to the rumored kraken, but I don't think she is the owner of the building." ”

"Why?" Anxin glanced slightly.

According to the parchment, Ashyth must have perished with the demon sea monster. ”

"And this parchment...... Who recorded it?"