But the moment this formation approached, there was a violent friction with the scorching breath remaining in the air, and the starlight splashed, Qian Xue said: "This is a bit bad, the formation can only last for half an hour at most, we must fight quickly!" ”

However, on the first step into that city, what one saw was a long and painful history.

The day of the opening of Tianshu was the reason why the fourth type of people had lost their traces in history little by little.

Above the city, late at night.

At the altar, there are countless people gathered here, their expressions are very serious, under their gaze, the girl in the center of the altar, he has been closing his eyes, suddenly opened, with a sword to cut his fingers, blood dripping on the paper in front of him quickly wrote something, and his expression was wooden, his eyes were dull, as if he was relying on something, controlling his body.

The others, who were not surprised by this, all stared wide-eyed, waiting for what kind of words would appear on the paper.

This is the oracle that comes down from the apocalypse every year, and it is also the so-called destiny that they want to undertake.

As the fourth type of people, in the long river of time, no one knows where their true and secret is.

This time, however, the oracle presented is not a text, but a picture.

The guitar messenger held the picture in the palm of his hand, trying to understand the meaning of the painting, but everyone looked at each other.

This has never been the case before.

But this is God's will, and it must be understood and carried by themselves.

This picture took a long time for the girl, he has been letting his blood spread, using blood to outline these lines, as a sacrificial girl, they will use themselves as a pen, blood instead of ink, but carry a will from heaven.

After sketching this meaningful picture, they will also use up their last drop of blood. Staggering, dizzy, and ending with his life.

They enshrined it in the elder's study.

The elders spent a night still not understanding the meaning of this picture. This diagram is a delicate and complex instrument composed of compasses, straights, rulers, and countless lines radiating out.

Mo Yu put on a stick of incense in front of Lin Yu's spiritual platform, and knelt down in a sad mood, while Bai Yu, who had been silent on the side, snorted from his nostrils coldly at his behavior.

Mo Yu raised his head, he looked directly at Bai Yu, and said coldly, "You have been here for 7 days, you should go back to your place, right?" ”

"......" Bai Yun didn't pay attention to him.

Mo Yu seemed to be accustomed to this behavior, and he stood up to his own and placed the lit incense on the altar in front of him.

"I know Lin Yu's death is hard for you to accept, but it's his duty as a shrine maiden. The Lin Yu clan was originally a spirit clan that carried the will of heaven, even if you and he were childhood sweethearts who grew up together, didn't they always know the mission of their clan? ”

"It was because I knew that I watched him die. What is the difference between me and you? Bai Yu finally spoke.

"Yes, there is no difference between you and me." Mo Yu cleaned up his mood, stood up and said, "Little Sister finally completed what he should have done as a witch, and you and I should finish the next things." Do you want to watch the oracle that your little sister bought for her life end up worthless in the end? ”

Bai Yu's body trembled suddenly, and he slammed his ten fingers into the dirt.

Young superintendent, this is the mission they want to carry. It is to carry out the so-called oracle.

Every 20 years. There will be a fall of God's will.

Black Jade, White Feather, and the dead shrine maiden Jade Tree. The three of them are childhood sweethearts who grew up. The Shoji is an organization born to serve shrine maidens. Therefore, the three of them have had a good relationship since childhood. As the eldest, Moyu is the eldest brother. And Yushu is the smallest, so she is the little sister.

There was no clear relationship between the three of them as between the shrine maiden and the young priest as before. Yushu's personality has been undisciplined since she was a child, and she is mischievous and mischievous, not like a girl at all. So the people who taught him were also very troubled, and I don't know if it was a coincidence, the two heirs who inherited the position of Shaosi, Moyu and Baiyu, were the same as them who did not accept control and were the same deviant.

The shrine maidens and the young priests in the period of five hundred and six is the eighth, they all invariably rebelled, the elders thought that this was a test of God for them, maybe different combinations could show different effects, and the elders did not restrain them too much, so the three of them were so respectful and inferior.

But he was steadfast in his beliefs and mission.

Moyu reads poetry and books all day long, but his thoughts are not corrupt, and he likes critical works even more. Bai Ling doesn't like to read, and he is not good at thinking, but he has his own strengths in martial arts, creating his own school, and the witches they worship are not following the path of ordinary women's small family jasper, but like tricks.

Throughout history. There are countless miracle craftsmen in the world. For example, the Mohists. For example, Luban. The books that have been handed down by these mechanical wizards for centuries have always been of great interest to Yushu.

He even wanted to learn about it.

But this has nothing to do with him as a shrine maiden. So he was reprimanded and ordered to be a banned book. He was not allowed to touch it again. Yushu always felt wronged, and Moyu would secretly hide those books and show them to him.

"Why do you like these things?" Mo Yu asked him more than once.

Yushu recalled a little dazed while flipping through the books: "I don't know very well, why I am very interested in these things, is that the moment I come into contact with this knowledge, I feel as if something in my body has been opened, countless feelings are surging and overwhelming me, I have a desire to vent this impulse, but there is no way, only when I come into contact with these books, I can feel a moment of peace in my heart." ”

He raised the book in his hand: "Thank you." I think I need to look more before I can find the meaning of the knowledge I want to be exposed to. ”

Mo Yu closed her eyes.

He is not like a white cloud, able to vent his emotions on the surface. His feelings are more introverted, so he can have the maturity and stability of being a big brother.

Yushu's death also made him heartbroken.

But he was able to deal with what was to be done in front of him more sensibly.

This calmness seems to be ignoring Yushu's death. That's why Bai Yun said that he was like an emotionless person.

"I'm getting stranger and stranger to you, you're getting more and more perfect as they say you want to be, but you're getting farther and farther away from us." Bai Yu said to him, "You don't have even mercy on Yushu?" ”

The words pierced his heart, and it was as if he had been pinched by a hand, squeezing slowly, squeezing the last breath out of his throat.

"Huh. No feelings? ”

The candle outlined his long figure in the moonlight, and his hand rested on the blood-drawn picture, and he felt a deafening silence around him.

"Yushu, do you think so too?"

There was an indescribable sadness in his voice, and this part of the sadness, deep to the bone, was densely woven into countless thorns under the tranquility of the night, densely pierced into the heart.

But because he is the chief secretary and the eldest brother, he can't show his feelings. The white fish is here to vent his anger on him, and he should bear it.

"I'm not going to let you die for nothing."

Mo Yu clutched the paper in his hand tightly, as if this was not a thin piece of paper, but the life of the little sister he had been caring for, blood-stained, it was because of the content on this piece of paper that she was only eighteen years old.

He couldn't even find a place to vent his pain.

The only thing that can be done is to translate the meaning of this heavenly book-like diagram.

According to historical records, in the pre-Qin period, there was a carpentry ancestor Gongyi class who was able to manufacture machinery that flew in the sky, helped govern the country, and conquered cities and other countries.

However, this time this picture has the same theory as the book he has been bringing to Yushu, but it is more complex than that, and the sophisticated machinery is just like the dream that Yushu said to him.

In that dream, he found that there were huge birds carrying many people soaring between the heavens and the earth, and there were long iron horses galloping in the ground, and the people were completely different from the places where they lived now, and there was a earth-shaking leap in clothing, food, housing and transportation.

This dream was so real and clear, in his mind it seemed to outline a world of high technology that they had never seen before, his dream was considered by Bai Ling to be imaginative, but Mo Yu did not think so.

The witch is the person who undertakes the mission of the heavens, every thought and dream is with the inspiration of the heavens, and today, the role of mechanical magic in the change of dynasties is very obvious, and the puppet art from the outside can even imitate the vivid human beings.

"Grand Duke, please give me a little time, I will definitely be able to crack this oracle." Mo Yu pleaded repeatedly.

Several elders glanced at each other, and could only sigh, they knew what Mo Yu insisted on, he had been studying it for seven days without sleep, as if the whole person had been stunned.

"We know that the meaning of this painting to you is what Yushu bought with his life. It is also your duty to crack them. ”

The Grand Duke looked at the others: "But this picture has already cost a person's life, and we don't want to lose you again... Do you understand what I mean? ”

Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, and arched his hand: "Thank you seniors for your care, I am indeed too anxious...... I'm going to rest. ”

Bai Ling walked over from behind, and after seeing Mo Yu's pale face, he was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Big brother... Leave it to me here. ”