During this period, Chichen Itza was the most prosperous city of the Maya and the representative city-state of the post-classical period of the Mayan civilization, which also means that the largest collection of books in the Temple of Inscriptions was located.

And after the dialect scanned the books stacked in the main hall, the sun slowly moved to the west.

He tossed the last book in his hand aside, and next to it was a pile of neatly stacked books of animal skins.

No matter what, you have to show the etiquette of a visitor to the plane, right?

Fang Yan thought, clapped his hands, looked at the empty and lonely hall, leaned directly on the stone chair, and slowly pondered what he needed to do for the rest of the day.

In less than 12 hours, he almost solved everything, which made him feel a little incredible, but it was reasonable, after all, he could be said to have chosen the right time and a suitable place for this crossing.

Of course, in the end, he also impersonated a proper identity.

But now, he also felt a little tired of this pretend game, perhaps more of a kind of boredom, and originally planned to spend two days exploring the unsolved mysteries of the Mayan civilization.

But now, these unsolved mysteries have almost been solved, and I have also harvested a lot of literature, although there are still questions about the time and space line, but it is impossible to get further answers in this time and space.

Perhaps, you can consider saying goodbye without saying goodbye?

Fang Yan nodded, 762 kilometers is a long journey for himself, and at the same time, he doesn't have any idea to change the trajectory of life in this civilization and change their culture......

"Little girl, help me keep an eye on the surroundings, I'll take a nap, and wake me up when the time reaches 10 o'clock at night!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Yan's voice came, and at the same time, the light on the mask also dimmed, Fang Yan nodded, and slowly closed his eyes......

A pleasant decision!

……

A tingling sensation came from the middle finger of his right hand, and then slowly turned into a tingling, Fang Yan blinked his mouth twice, slowly opened his eyes, and gave a deep halge.

"What time is it, is it safe outside?" Fang Yan stretched his waist, and then collapsed on the back of his chair in an instant.

"At 10:00:21, the external situation has been displayed on the screen!"

With a hint of laziness as soon as he woke up, Fang Yan tilted his head, looked at the guards standing straight on the screen, and stood up on the table.

"Mark the best route and get ready to go!"

Fang Yan said, picked up the backpack next to him, put it on his back, opened the safety of the rifle in his hand, and followed the route shown on the light screen to the outside.

The moonlight casts a soft veil over the city, and then dotted with the light of the fires in the middle of the city, and the stars in the night sky, Chichen Itza in the mountains and forests seems extremely quiet and comfortable.

And a figure quietly walked out from the top of the Inscription Temple, looked at the guards who were almost surrounded on the light screen, and walked down slowly.

"It-Sumner!"

As soon as the voice sounded from the front, and then slowly, everyone turned their heads to look, chanted the name of the god, and knelt down on one knee in the direction of the dialect.

Without replying, the dialect quietly followed the directions, the steel armor colliding with the hard stone floor, and then there was a soft sound.

"Great Itsumner, where are you going?"

The priest who was resting next to him was alarmed by the sound, and ran towards him in a panic, Fang Yan looked at it, waved his hand helplessly, and said softly to the little girl, "Take back the mechanical flying insects, release the flying machine, and detect the road ahead!" ”

A slight clicking sound sounded from the back, and in the night, the black flying machine quickly lifted upward, and then flew forward under the control of the little girl.

At the same time, the hatch above the arm opened, and several mechanical flying insects slowly flew back.

"The aircraft is set up, and the mechanical flying insects have been recovered!"

As the voice of the little obedient sounded, Fang Yan nodded, looked at the clear route on the light screen, bent his legs slightly, and instantly burst out at full speed, running directly into the distance.

"Our gods, you are abandoning your people......"

A distant shout sounded from behind, and Fang Yan turned his head slightly, glanced at the priest who was still shouting, nodded, and continued to run forward.

If you put aside the cruel sacrificial ritual, in fact, this priest still gives people a good sense.

"Whew!"

A wooden spear broke out of Kuchzar's hand, sliced through the air, grazed the dialect's head and flew forward, then slammed into the hard stone ground in front of him, trembling slightly.

Fang Yan watched, raised his foot and stepped over the wooden spear, and looked back with a strange expression, appearing in the moonlight, a scarred, extremely strong Mayan, who was constantly provoking him.

"Oh!"

Fang Yan tilted his head, an inexplicable smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and continued to run towards the outskirts of the city.

An adult with a knife goes to beat a group of unarmed children? Galen, who is at full level 6, went to bully a cold ice who had just come out of the spring and only had a Dolan sword on his body?

Fighting, killing, and killing, the most annoying......

……

Seven days later, on a coast near San Jose, modern-day Mexico.

The waves continue to crash against the golden shore, caressing the sand, and then slowly receding.

The sunset in the distance, there is only a corner of red, reflected on the sea, with a hint of softness and sigh, and the surrounding sea is chirping, and gradually returning to its lair.

And above the beach, near the forest, an army-green tent stands out from the surrounding golden sand.

"Cut the song, cut the song, Zhang Weijian, what a hero!"

A voice came from the mouth of a shirtless man in front of the fire.

The prelude to the music began to play, and he stepped on the beat, followed by the grilled fish on the fire, and a fragrance began to permeate, accompanied by a wet and salty sea breeze, but it had a different taste.

"Drunk lying on the battlefield, listening to the shouts of the fight, laughing at the world, fire trees and silver flowers!"

"There are a few storms and clouds, but there are scars on the road, success and defeat, a thought!"

"In the moment of life and death, the pride will always shine ......"

Humming, he slowly turned his head to look into the distance, full of confusion.

Lonely gull, remnant sun, waves......

As if thinking of something, he turned his head, looked at the notebook and pen next to him, and reached out to pick it up slowly.

Turning the first page, looking at the blank page, he bit the cap of the pen, and slowly, put the nib of the pen up,

"Always remember, don't give up on your own life......"

In a word, with a comma, he looked at it, but he didn't know how to write it down, the sky had slowly darkened, and everything was calm again.

A burnt smell came, he was stunned, looked at the fish on the fire rack, and let out a sad howl,

"My fish!"

The sound was heard far and wide in this quiet coast, and a sea crab, slowly burrowed out from under the crack in the stone, danced its big pincers, and retracted again.

The notebook was thrown aside again, and under the swaying, it slowly closed it, and a line of large characters fell uninhibitedly on the cover—the Space-Time Interference Handbook......