Tears flowed down Yan Qingcheng's face, and his consciousness was swallowed up by boundless sadness, and his body shook and fell.

Peony caught him quickly, and her reaction shocked her. It stands to reason that the first reaction of ordinary people when they come here should be to be stunned; Her physique is a little special, but it is just a loss; But why did this teenager react so strongly?

"When I was only four or five years old, I once heard those high-ranking and powerful people in the organization say that there are very few people in our group who are gifted and have very strong mental power, and can sense the emotions of the humans around them, and can even see the secrets of the dead through the past and the present," Peony muttered to herself, she suspected that Yan Qingcheng was also this kind of person, but his ordinary human body would be unconscious because it could not withstand this majestic spiritual message, but after a moment she realized something very important, "If I remember correctly, This type of person is more or less connected to the so-called leader, right? If he really is, then wouldn't I ......"

Speaking of this, Peony suddenly stopped, looked at the young man in his arms with red cheeks, and twisted his body unnaturally.

"Uh...... What are you talking about? Yan Qingcheng didn't lose consciousness for long, the memory came and faded quickly, and he came to his senses after half a minute.

"Ahh It's nothing! I just didn't say anything! Peony suddenly screamed, and subconsciously threw the boy in his arms out.

This time it was not as light as in the ward before, Yan Qingcheng felt like a rag doll in the girl's hand, easily thrown away, and fell to pieces.

What's this girl crazy about? Yan Qingcheng struggled to get up, looking at Peony's eyes with a hint of anger.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Peony hurriedly ran over and tried to help Yan Qingcheng up, but after his fingers touched the other party, he took it back like an electric shock.

He didn't notice Peony's small movements, just stared at her with an expressionless face. The girl's hands were intertwined, her head was very low, and the hall was so well lit that he could see her face flush to the base of her ears.

The trace of fire just now disappeared in an instant, beautiful girls are really a magical species, they don't need any words, as long as they make a look of grievance and fear, they can transform all negative emotions into tenderness and love.

"It's okay, let's not take an example." After his anger subsided, Yan Qingcheng remembered the fragments of memory that had just poured into his mind, and he tried to capture the remaining information in them, and the memory was so real, as if he had experienced it himself.

After a long time, he shook his head and gave up trying. The memories were as mysterious as that strange dream, and they couldn't grasp the slightest trace of meaning, and the most important thing at the moment was this golden hall.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to judge with my own eyes? This hall is so wide, where do I start? Yan Qingcheng looked at the peony who was standing aside with his head bowed a little embarrassed, and took out the topic in the road.

Peony breathed a sigh of relief, "Follow me, if there is anything you don't understand, I will explain it to you." Her voice was small, and she walked with small steps toward the fresco near the arch.

"These murals are made with refined pigments that last for 10,000 years in a sealed environment, and they're less than 3,000 years old today, so they look like they've just been completed."

The scroll of human evolution unfolded before them, from the gibbon on all fours, to the erect ape-man with a hunched back, and finally to the seemingly formed normal human. Yan Qingcheng is very familiar with this diagram, he studied biology at the National Academy of Sciences, mainly studying the laws of biological structure, function and evolution. This picture depicts the history of human evolution, but it is slightly different from what he saw in the academy, each creature has a pair of wings on its back, and the overall size is similar to that of its body; It was not the earth under their feet, but the ethereal clouds.

Yan Qingcheng studied carefully for a long time, carefully compared the mural with his own knowledge, and then turned his head to look at the peony, her wings did not seem to be so large, but far more beautiful than the mural.

"Do you really think that our ancestors were able to stand out in such a cruel competition of nature? Even if we were able to use crude tools, rudimentary writing, and clumsy traps, there would be no way to compete with the brutal apex predators. Peony said softly, she looked at the mural in front of her, and a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, "It's talent, we can stand at the top of the food chain, relying on unparalleled talent." We don't have any natural predators in the air, we have an absolute advantage in weight compared to birds, and our slightly inferior speed can be compensated for by nimble limbs; The most famous of the prehistoric large predators is the saber-toothed tiger, an adult saber-toothed tiger weighs four times as much as ours, and in the face of such a killing machine, we only need to dispatch three people to hunt with zero casualties. ”

"At that time, we proclaimed ourselves the Wing Clan, the masters of the earth and the sky." Peony added.

"You're not human?" Yan Qingcheng's voice trembled.

"The Wing Clan has always been human, or rather, the Wing Clan is what humans are," Peony said firmly, staring at him with a warning look, "In our dogma, separating the Wing Clan from ordinary humans is taboo. Remember clearly and don't ask this question to anyone else. ”

Yan Qingcheng nodded hurriedly, and Peony glanced at him and motioned for him to continue looking.

The scattered wing tribes are close to each other, forming the most primitive tribes. More and more tribes came together, and they elected three of the wisest, strongest, and most determined as leaders. Little by little, the steadfast leader takes a long stick, the strongest leader sharpens a stone, and the wisest leader splices the two together into a rudimentary scythe.

"This is the traditional weapon of the Wing Clan, the war scythe. Legend has it that a challenge to someone of equal status through a war scythe cannot be refused; Both sides plucked the longest feather at the end of their wings, revealing the sharp bone spurs, indicating their willingness to accept a frontal battle; Both sides cut off their clothes with their scythes and showed their chests to each other, indicating their willingness to accept a fair fight; Once the battle begins, no one can easily intervene, and if the pre-battle agreement is to rest until death, then even the leader must not interfere; At the end of the battle, the winner has supreme dominance over the loser, one of whom rises to the clouds and the other to the abyss. This is a cruel tradition that we have passed down from generation to generation, and no one has dared to break it for thousands of years, and we call it—" Peony's eyes glowed with a feverish look, she straightened her back, her wings pointed into the air, and her mouth pronounced its name word by word, "Heaven-damnation-of-decision!" ”