The change in the old ghost's expression made me realize that he must know something, and then I told him the details of what happened, the piece of ice on the bank of the Rift Valley Glacier melted away and could not be found, but the spirit was still there, and I went out and hugged the spirit in. / class-9-1.html this newborn child actually doesn't look abnormal, he can eat and sleep every day, it's still the same as before, every night he sleeps, and when he wakes up the next day, he will be at a loss, and only when he sees the words on his palm, it will be better.

"Babble" Lingling looked at the old ghost curiously, the old ghost's current appearance, to be honest, it was a little scary, but Lingling didn't seem to be afraid at all, stared at the old ghost for a long time, then turned his head to look at me, and grinned. That smile was innocent, and it made me feel a little sad, there are still many things that this child doesn't know, at least she doesn't know that she has lost her parents since she was born.

"I don't see anything." The old ghost looked at it for a while, shook his head, the room was full of medicinal gas, I took Lingling out, this child was a little sticky to me, and I wanted to cry as soon as I took it off, so Lianniang hurriedly hugged it aside to coax.

"Nagato, how much do you know about this?"

"Except for the people of our seven gates, outsiders really don't know much." The old ghost said: "This title has not appeared for many, many years. ”

I'm just a person on the riverbank, and I've lived an ordinary life for the past ten years, I haven't even read a book, and I'm lonely. If you put it on those who have read books in the city and hear the name Zixin, the other party may know that the last monarch of the Shang Dynasty in the ancient three dynasties, King Shang, is called Zixin.

"Everyone knows that the name of the king of Shang is Zixin." The old ghost said: "But except for the people of our seven gates, no outsiders know, Zixin, that is the nickname of King Yu." ”

My heart was suddenly chaotic again, whether it was the figure in the ice on the bank of the glacier, or the spirit who had lost his parents just after birth, one bite at a time, it was obvious that it was calling out for me. What the hell is going on? Things are confusing, plausible, I saw the red light of the heart in the well at the bottom of the river, called Dayu, but the old pedant of the natural Tao clearly said that King Yu died and lived ten times, and it has reached the limit of the number of days, and I am definitely not the reincarnation of King Yu.

It's just that he also said that I have a certain breath of King Yu on my body, and it is likely that this breath is misleading, so that the figures on the banks of the glacier and the spirit spirit mistakenly think that I am the reincarnation of King Yu? But after thinking about it for a long time, I can't tell or understand where King Yu's breath comes from.

"That kid, it's not easy." The old ghost looked at Lingling, who was being coaxed by Lianniang outside the window, and said, "Take good care of her." ”

"Nagato, there's one more thing I can't figure out." I put aside the matter of Lingling for a while, and asked, "You brought back the news from the Sacred Realm Life and Death Mountain, and later when you woke up, you told me to rush to the Life and Death Mountain, how do you know that I can wake up the old palm lamp?" ”

"This matter was said by the sixth child before."

In the early summer of last year, I saw the stone coffin for the first time when I was cruising the river with my grandfather, and my grandfather followed the old ghost, and the two must have had some exchanges. Grandpa knew that he was going to keep the river town, and it was unknown when he would be able to go ashore again, he couldn't rest assured that I was a person, and he knew the old ghost's personality, so he made a trust when he parted, hoping that the old ghost could take care of me after he got out of the river. Grandpa's words were not very clear at the time, and he was a little vague, and he said to the old ghost, when I was born, there was a vision in the sky, and I could speak, and I may not be an ordinary person. The old ghost rushed to the Mountain of Life and Death at the risk of death, Zhonghu explained, ordinary people can't save the huge.

These words made my mind go back to that stormy night twenty years ago, when the seventh grandmother and father who were present were all shocked by thunder and fainted, and the only person who witnessed the whole process was only grandpa. I have to wonder if something happened that night that no one knew existed. If there is really something on my body that no one can know, then my grandfather's concealment can be regarded as a kind of protection, but he has concealed it a little too much, since the river patrol, our ancestors and grandchildren have met several times, and he still refuses to say a word.

Grandpa, how much are you still hiding? I had indescribable feelings surging in my heart, and it wasn't until this moment that I realized that the old ghost had said before that in the entire Seven Gates, only Grandpa was as deep as a sea, and no one could fully see through it.

"Baby, you can't blame the sixth child for this matter." The old ghost said: "He thinks you are unusual, but he is not sure what kind of consequences this unusualness will bring in the future." ”

I nodded silently, grandpa's original intentions may be good, he just wants me to live like other ordinary people, not to do something earth-shattering.

"Nagato, do you recognize that word?" I thought about it, recalled the ancient character that appeared in Jing'er Lake, and clumsily drew it on the paper. It's a simple word, but it's still difficult for someone like me, who has never held a pen before. But I was so impressed by that word that I was sure I was imitating it.

"This word appeared in Jing'er Lake!?" When the old ghost saw this word, he was shocked, his body straightened up, and a strong sense of crisis appeared on his face.

"What is this word?"

"It's Xia Seal, big characters of all sizes." The old ghost's lips moved, a little absent-minded, he hesitated for a moment, stabilized his mind, and told me that the word "big" itself does not mean anything, but the word emerges from the water, which proves that it can not be suppressed completely.

Naturally, I remembered the murderous severed arm that had dehydrated from the Jing'er Lake, and the severed arm flew away in the direction of the Sanctuary. But when things get to this point, it's a bit overwhelming to think about those things.

I talked with the old ghost for a while, he is the way he is now, he still needs to recuperate, but he was too badly injured at that time, even if he recovers, he will probably not be able to return to his previous state. But I'm content, at least he's alive, and that's a great relief to me.

Some things appeared, I couldn't wait for a moment, and immediately began to pack up the severed hands that I had gotten, and wanted to go to the bottom of the river to investigate again, Dad and Pang Gouzi and Maitreya helped together, the severed hands of each of the seven families were well preserved, plus what I hid, the seven severed hands were quickly collected.

"Go to Huliu Village and invite Wang Zhong out."

The direct line of the Song family in Baoliu Village is almost dead, and now only some side lines remain in the village to maintain ∵ when I arrived at the entrance of Baoliu Village, looking back on the past, I was very emotional, I came here a year ago, and came here a year later. The side of the Song family didn't dare to be verbose, and we successfully transported Wang Zhong away. The secret at the bottom of the river is also an absolute secret to the people inside the Seven Gates, and no one has ever collected the seven severed hands in the past. The old ghost pointed to me, on the inner wall of the Wang Zhong, there are seven faint dents, the severed hand can be placed in it, we took advantage of the night to transport the Wang Zhong inlaid with the severed hand to the river, and patted it lightly on the body of the bell, the large bell weighing thousands of pounds dripping and turning, rolling into the river, I took advantage of the situation to jump into the bell, silently submerged into the river.

The heavy bell took me straight to the bottom of the river, the speed was fast, this month, and the river is the most abundant water in the four seasons of the year, I held my breath, when the bell touched the silt at the bottom of the river, began to rotate rapidly, the sediment was rolled up, Wang Zhong dived rapidly, until the deepest part of the sediment, the bell moved, the bottom of the river was suddenly squeezed out of a hole, Wang Zhong took me to swoop into this crack.

Looking through the membrane covering the outside of the eyes, I clearly saw that under the deepest crack in the bottom of the river, there was a void that I could not imagine. At that moment, I remembered what I had witnessed beneath the whirlpool at the bottom of the river.

When the bell fell above the white light, the invisible and insubstantial power was like an insurmountable barrier, but the seven severed hands inlaid in the bell roared, and the bronze bell rumbled through the layer of barrier that could not be broken, and disappeared into the endless faint light.

Through a layer of faint light, everything below was blurred, and once it penetrated it, the situation was immediately clear. Underneath the pale light, I saw a hollow leyline that seemed to extend along with the direction of the river, and in the mist in front of me, complex veins were intertwined, like lines on a compass. Countless lines seem to be imprinted in the strata under the river, stretching endlessly.

I stood in the bell and looked at the scene in front of me, and gradually frowned. Those lines are densely intertwined, and it is completely clear what they are, but if you look at it widely, the entire hollow leyline seems to be painted with an abstract and huge picture.

A picture? I don't know exactly how long or wide this hollow leyline is, but the dense lines allow the abstract diagram to stretch beyond the limits of the field of vision.

Looking at this, I remembered what he had said to me when I first met the old ghost a year ago. The great rivers that stretch across the earth are actually opened by man. At that time, I knew too little to understand the old ghost's words, but at this moment, I couldn't help but think of an imaginary scene in my mind.

King Yu governs the water, not the water, but the things under the water. When the flood was monstrous, King Yu led it into the river, probably in order to use a big river to suppress this picture-like pattern group in the veins. I didn't dare to jump out of the Wang Zhong, and tried hard to continue to observe, wanting to see what was going on with these lines, such a huge picture could not have been drawn by a person.

Immediately after that, my gaze froze, and the twisted lines suddenly looked like they were carved into the leylines of the earth, but after careful observation, I would find that those lines were actually just a breath of gas, a breath that could be distinguished by the naked eye.