Zhou Xinyi hurried home, finding old objects from years ago in the dusty box.

It was a judge's hammer, the shell was made of terracotta, delicate and beautiful, it was larger than a normal judge's hammer, just enough to be placed on the table as an ornament.

Zhou Congee used to be very fond of the hammer, and his mother used to wipe it with a handkerchief every day, and his father once told him that it was an antique he bought back a few years ago...... His family's attitude of valuing him made him think it was an expensive item for a while.

So a few years ago, his parents died of Zhou porridge, and the desperate Zhou Xinyi took the antiques to sell, and the appraiser offered a "high price" of 199 yuan, and his mood at that time seemed to be struck by lightning, and finally recognized the reality.

He didn't end up selling it at his own shame, but kept it until today.

Because the hammer really caused him a deep psychological shadow, after seeing the graffiti on the wall, he recognized it for sure, and it was definitely painted by it.

But if this hammer really has a clue, why haven't they found it for so many years?

The hammer was as familiar to him as a toy he had since he grew up, and if there was anything he hadn't tried, it was ......

Zhou Xinyi threw the hammer on the ground with all his might, he had lost enough anyway.

The terracotta was more fragile than he had imagined, and the judge's hammer suddenly made a gap in the ground, and the shards scattered all over the ground like blooming petals.

After it was broken, Zhou Xinyi saw its internal structure clearly, the hammer was actually like a matryoshka doll, with a smaller hammer on the inside!

The judge's hammer was exactly the size he could pick up with one hand, and the dark brown material was covered with delicate patterns and gemstones, and the bold design revealed a different kind of charm.

At the first sight of it, Zhou Xinyi immediately associated this judge's hammer with a woman's white bone sword - this is definitely not a product of this era.

The shattering of the terracotta was like a signal, and at the same time, the old man, who was thousands of meters away, opened his cloudy eyes.

The old man, like an old griffin that had soared for a hundred years, sat in a rattan rocking chair, while a young woman awaited him not far away.

The woman squatted on the chair like a wild dog, and saw the old man open his eyes and let out a shrill voice, "Wait?" ”

"It's a coincidence," said the old man, "but it's your credit for finding out so quickly." ”

The dog-like woman sneered, "I told us we should make a big noise, or how long will it take for these modern people to discover our existence?" ”

"When the time comes, go and fetch your heir," she said, jumping out of her chair and slapping the old man on the shoulder, "it's time for your atonement to begin." ”

A violent wind blew in Zhou Xinyi's house, and he clearly did not open the window, but the gust of wind was so strong that he could barely stand on his feet.

He didn't even have time to pick up the judge's hammer when he saw an old man crouched on a window frame.

In his cognition, no old man could do such a high-risk action, and he must have believed that it was an illusion more than it was real, but with the call to smash the terracotta, it all seemed to become reasonable.

The old man's body was old, aging to the point that it seemed to shatter if he touched it, but the pair of eagle-like eyes stared straight at him, as sharp as it was back then.

Zhou Xinyi used to be a soldier, and he didn't dare to despise this kind of gaze.

“…… Who are you? ”

The old man's gaze moved to the judge's hammer lying on the ground, and there was an indescribable melancholy.

Suddenly, he said to himself, "I'm going to take the place of the leader and walk you through the field you're about to enter." ”

He cut to the topic, "You saw all those graffiti outside, right?" ”

"It was a prank by a friend of mine...... He didn't mean anything bad, but he wasn't very polite to modern people, and when he said it, he was just to remind people that another era was returning. ”

"The last civilization did exist, they were older than the age of the dinosaurs, and their civilization was more expressive than it is now."

"Why Expressive...... And not advanced? Zhou Xinyi also quickly picked up the old man's train of thought, and Zhou Xinyi also knew that it would not be good for him to cut off the topic now.

"Because that era did not choose to use science."

The old man took out a thumb-sized bottle and sprinkled the golden powder on the potted plants by the window, and the potted plants, which had died long ago due to lack of care, miraculously recovered, and the leaves writhed like a young cat, and their teeth and claws fluttered.

"At that time, the earth was very different from now, both ecologically and physically...... The first sapient creature stumbled upon the fact that the powder of a stone could make plants more vibrant, and in this way, a concept that was radically different from science was born. ”

"The inhabitants of that era had the same intelligence as humans, but alas...... Their development is unrestrained, as many people expected, they encountered a masterpiece that was no less than the extinction of the dinosaurs, and civilization was destroyed. ”

"This is different from what I guessed...... Zhou Xinyi always remembered those graffiti, "isn't that string of words ......?" ”

"That string of words is not a fact, but a will."

"The life of the past was much stronger than the current humans, and the more powerful the creatures, the more they could not tolerate the disappearance of their existence, so even if the end came, they still came up with a remedy in time."

"They have turned their lives into inheritance, pinned on the invisible material of the world, and waited for thousands or even tens of thousands of years later, when a new intelligent civilization will emerge and pass on the inheritance."

"They believe that as long as the inheritance is immortal, life is immortal."

"So until now, the heir has appeared."

Speaking of this, the old man's voice changed, "Speaking of which, you should also understand my purpose." ”

Zhou Xinyi picked up the judge's hammer, "I'm your chosen successor?" ”

"It's not a good choice," the old man smiled, "there will always be the same coincidence in this world every few thousand years, and it is not the creatures of that era that make mankind the successor, but you who happen to have experienced the same life and the same fate as them. ”

"I can't remember a long time ago, but I vaguely remember that I also had a sister who died."

The old man pointed at him, "You will go through what I have experienced. ”

If his sister's death was due to the arrival of inheritance, Zhou Xinyi would probably hate these ancestors of the previous civilization, but he knew that this was not entirely the case.

He has memories of the past 29 years of life, whether it is the accident of his parents or the tragedy of his sister falling on the operating table, it is the inevitable outcome of his life growth and choices in the past 29 years.

He doesn't like to attribute his tragedy to something external.

The old man looked at Zhou Xinyi's calm expression and smiled with satisfaction, "Those are what normal inheritors need to face, and Zhou Xinyi, your next life will not be affected by inheritance." ”

"Because the ancestors of those heirs are dead, and I am alive to this day, and there is no need for the young people of this era to repeat the tragedy of my time."

The old man said, placing a notebook on the table, "The judge's hammer and this notebook are regarded as tokens brought to you by the inheritance, you know the light curtain, right?" In a few days, that kind of disaster will befall the city. ”

"The light curtain is like a phantom that reproduces everything of the previous civilization, allowing people to experience the mystery and danger of that civilization, and it is the most suitable place for the inheritor to grow up, but for ordinary people, it is no different from a disaster."

Zhou Xinyi asked, "Is it because of the inheritor that the light curtain appeared?" ”

"The relationship between the two may also be the opposite, no one can tell," the old man waved his hand, "more, you will naturally understand when you get to the settlement." ”

"Gathering ground?"

The old man bowed, "Ancient creatures should also adapt to contemporary society, and the inheritors have also divided their professions, one of which is responsible for predicting the time and place of the arrival of the light curtain, and before the light curtain comes, the surrounding inheritors will gather for such a time. ”

"......," Zhou Xinyi asked, "then what is my profession?" ”

"Judge," the old man's gaze became solemn, and his words were sonorous, "to see with your own eyes the development of every battle, and to send back to the grave all those who are not of this era. ”

"Look through your eyes, Inheritor, and I'm afraid you're just like me...... will stand in opposition to all of its kind. ”

The wheel of history will brutally crush all weak civilizations, and in tens of thousands of years of evolution, only unique and powerful civilizations have lifted the corners of the wheel with all their strength and spread their own seeds.

They don't want to perish, so they pass on what they have learned all their lives to the Holy Spirit of other civilizations, and they don't want to be forgotten, so they create a mirage like a light curtain.

They are convinced that they never died.

And it will be revived in a much more distant era.

But it is clear that the obsession of the last civilization is so strong that the survivors who have survived from ancient times to the present day want to prevent the revival of these civilizations.

Send back to the grave that does not belong to this era...... Is this to make him a fast catcher?

Zhou Xinyi looked at the judge's hammer in his hand and thought deeply.

It's not so much that the old man is an incorruptible and impartial justice...... It is better to say that he is more like a betrayer of an entire era.

He didn't want to delve into these questions of right and wrong, but what Zhou Xinyi cared more about was actually how the old man survived the disaster that wiped out an entire civilization.

But he seemed to deliberately avoid those questions, hiding them from him and never mentioning them.

To be honest, whether you are an ordinary person or a fast person, Zhou Xinyi doesn't care about her future now.

After losing his sister, he also lost interest in the whole world.

He doesn't even think about the future anymore, so how can he care about the last civilization?

With the intention of taking a look, Zhou Xinyi put down the judge's hammer and picked up the notebook that the old man stuffed into his hand.

The cover of the notebook is pure black, and the texture to the touch is like cold and wet leather, and the notebook is very thin, about a centimeter thick, and looks unremarkable.

When I opened it, I was a little surprised, and the white paper was densely filled with handwriting.

Zhou Xinyi turned page by page, but this notebook, which was only one centimeter thick, could not be turned to the end, hundreds of pages passed, and all the records were about the previous civilization and the light curtain.

The handwriting is neat and uniform, occasionally accompanied by emotional lines.

Looking at this knowledge that seemed to belong to another world, Zhou Xinyi's heart was finally touched.

He flipped through the pages quickly, and finally on page 8900 or so, he saw something related to himself.

These contents are to explain a story in calm handwriting, but seeing the beginning of the story, Zhou Xinyi was shocked.

The book depicts a person who has the same background, appearance, and name as Zhou Xinyi.

But unlike the steady and calm Zhou Xinyi, that person was extremely frightened and angry, his eyes were red, but his body was thin and trembling - he was holding a girl named Zhou Congee in his arms, and the next second, the person in the book was desperate and cruel, biting his sister's neck.

The detailed and smart text clearly shows the scenes in the story in Zhou Xinyi's brain.

Every sentence oozes blood, and every word punishes the heart.