After eating hastily, Qin Hao was ready to go out to read a book, now he likes the feeling of reading quietly alone, slowly feeling the passage of time, at the same time, reading a book is just an experience, as for what to read, he has never deliberately forced himself.

The library was very close, about seven or eight hundred meters from his small rental house, and he often spent hours in it at a time.

As usual, he walked slowly down the sidewalk, inevitably thinking of his other self, in fact, he knew, they were not the same person, but they were indeed one, and he named his other self - little boy.

It's a very simple heart, depending on the situation, autism is really serious, and it seems a little stupid?

This can't help but make him want to read the book of dual personality, think about it carefully, after he got sick, it seems that he has never read a book on this subject, he admires himself a little, his heart is really big, there should be only a pair of special living treasures in this world, and the two personalities treat each other very peacefully.

After coming to the library, the administrator is a middle-aged uncle, and every time he sees Qin Hao, he will greet him warmly, perhaps in his eyes, Qin Hao is a good young man who loves to learn.

This is a state-run free library that encourages people to read, but unfortunately, the two-story building is full of precious books, and no one cares about them on weekdays, and now in this society, even students don't want to read, let alone people from all walks of life who are fighting for food and clothing.

Of course, Qin Hao relies on his extremely outstanding ability, in this strange city, he is running a small business, he can't talk about being rich and rich, and he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking on weekdays, if it weren't for the influence of his dual personality, maybe Qin Hao would be very successful in the Chamber of Commerce.

That is, Qin Hao, even if he goes to see those two small shops on weekdays, as long as the big accounts are not wrong, he will turn a blind eye to the rest, after all, while he enjoys full freedom and a steady stream of wealth, he also wants to maximize the satisfaction of those who do their best for their own lives.

After saying hello to Uncle Management, he came to the second floor with a bottle of water, most of the books on the first floor are for students, and there are even children's books, but unfortunately, there is not a single child reading in the huge space.

The books on the second floor are very comprehensive, covering various fields, and Qin Hao went straight to the psychology area.

However, he soon regretted it, and when he tried to read a book, he found that almost all the books on the shelves were beautifully packaged, exaggerated names, and extremely awesome author bios.

He even found a copy of "The Theory of the Super Heart of the Universe", in which the author introduced himself that he had dialysed the psychological phenomena of the entire universe, everything is related to psychology, you want to make a lot of money, this book is a start, you must listen to his lectures, every time it is crowded, there is a QR code on the book cover, it is written below, scan the code to pay, listen to the lecture, 20% discount......

Most of the books are not much different from "The Theory of the Super Heart of the Universe", Qin Hao has a bit of a headache, he really can't imagine that he has read this kind of book before, and he still reads it with relish.

In desperation, he stopped being obsessed with psychology and began to look through various areas, just looking for an unpretentious book.

Inadvertently, he saw an encyclopedic book, and the cover of the book was a pyramid, not the pointed shape of ancient Egypt, but a triangular altar-like building, and at the top of the pyramid, a square building.

He subconsciously picked up the book, his palm gently brushed the cover, as if greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, his expression became extremely serious and solemn, and his ears seemed to remember the melodious sound of sacrifice.

"Great Sun Lord God, please give us strength"

An old and rich male voice, his voice carried a kind of magic that seemed to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and resounded in this world

"Whew"

The muffled sound of a special instrument, accompanied by a constant chant, seems to play the most beautiful music of the era.

Countless voices of worship came from all around

"Thank you to the great Lord God of the Sun, and may our Lord endure. "The vast sound resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The picture gradually became clear, the heaven and the earth, everywhere the smell of blood, an old man in strange costumes, standing on the altar at the top of the pyramid, waving the scepter in his hand, every wave, singing a syllable.

It seems that with the wave of the scepter, it has a special magical nature, so that around the pyramid, countless people are worshipping frantically in front of the altar.

In front of the crowd, a group of aristocratic men, each armed with stone spears, covered in bloody armor, and their faces covered with unknown blood, stood barefoot, and around them exuded bursts of terrifying blood, all like demon gods, symbolizing death.

At their feet, there were a large number of bound people, who were letting out a terrified roar, they were connected by a special rope, and they were driven to the feet of the group of demon gods, and they were too numerous to see the end.

Accompanied by the sound of the old man's sacrifice, under each syllable, the executioners would pierce a person's body with a stone spear, and the pierced person was like a sheep waiting to be killed, only a sudden horror in his eyes, and he struggled twice, and lost his precious life.

In an instant, hot blood would burst from their bodies and splash onto the armor and faces of the executioners, and it seemed to be their only resistance.

And the executioners, every time they were baptized with blood, their strength seemed to increase, and they became even more frenzied, stabbing the prostrate crowd at their feet with the stone spears in their hands, and they shouted "Lord God of the Sun"!

Qin Hao was like a bystander, he could see the movements and expressions of everyone present, the strange old man singing loudly at the top, the group of executioners in front of him who were constantly destroying lives, and the dense crowd of fanatics around him, as well as the corpses prostrate on the ground, and the people who were about to die.

It seems that the hot blood in his body is also driven, a strong, excited emotion emerges, he wants to shout, the most primitive thoughts in his heart seem to be driven, his gaze goes over everything present, and looks straight at the big sun in the air.

The big day in the sky, with blood, is particularly enchanting, so bright that people can't open their eyes, tears seem to overflow their eyes, he sees it very clearly, very seriously, as if he wants to keep that round of the big day in his heart forever.

He could even feel that the sun in the sky was sending him a kind signal, and a peculiar sense of closeness, which was a clear feeling, the sun was kind to him with human words, as if welcoming him, and they greeted him like old friends, without the slightest disobedience.

Suddenly, the old man on the altar stopped his sacrificial activities, his eyes looked at a void, and with the old man's gaze, the space actually made a crisp sound of cracking, yes, the space exploded.

The old man's gaze looked at Qin Hao, and time seemed to stop at this moment, except for the distorted spatial ripples around him, everything was still.

The old man's face was old and dry, covered with blue dye, painted with strange patterns, and the whole face, only the bare eyes were not covered by the dye.

"You'll be back eventually, fighting for our people. ”

After a long time, the old man said this inexplicable sentence.

Qin Hao couldn't control it anymore, his tears were already covering his cheeks, and he let out a deep low roar, but found that no matter what, he couldn't make a sound.

And the old man showed a kind smile under the strange face, as if looking at his junior, he stretched out a finger, and blood gushed from the fingertips, but it did not fall, but slowly gathered in the air.

In front of Qin Hao, several red patterns appeared, and the old man's already thin body seemed to be a lot stiffer for a moment.

But his gaze was extraordinarily energetic, as if he saw hope, just looking at Qin Hao, all kinds of emotions converged in the old man's eyes, there was excitement, encouragement, worry, and a hint of relief.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and waved his hand at Qin Hao, as if saying goodbye.

The vision began to blur, everything could not be seen clearly, and in the last moment, there seemed to be a subtle sound of "bang" and "bang" in the heavens and the earth, as if something had been broken.

With a "wow", Qin Hao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and with all the strength of his body, he yelled, "We are abandoned!"

At the last moment when the picture disappeared, he seemed to see that in the haze, the light of hope that had just appeared on the old man's body was completely crushed and full of sorrow.

The rickety figure was high, but it was even more lonely, it seemed that he used his body to prop up the heavens and the earth, and this picture was completely imprinted in Qin Hao's heart.