He looked at the document in front of him and had a rough guess in his mind, as he said at the beginning, that when all the outcomes that had happened were combined, there had to be a rule to support their coexistence.

Behind all the chosen people, there will be a common denominator.

Chen Qing lowered his head and pondered, but the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate.

"Go west in the south of the city, get on the highway after leaving the county seat, and after going down to the second highway, there will be a ruined monastery. There meets your requirements. ”

Chen Qing looked at the message on his phone, his brows furrowed slightly.

He looked up at the computer, wondering why the other party had chosen to send it on his phone.

Didn't he know that it wasn't safe?

Why didn't he choose the URL and chat room he gave him?

He was silent for a moment, typing the URL into his computer.

And in the chat room of the website, there is really no one to speak.

He thought about it, and suddenly smiled and said happily: "Yes." I can't handle this well. ”

He shook his head indifferently, but it was also a pity: "I was too anxious to form my own social network, and it turned out to be too deliberate." ”

"After all, free stuff is always the most expensive."

"...... right"

He was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, he looked at the websites, and suddenly smiled.

"Yes. People have always believed only what they have discovered, they only believe in themselves, according to their own judgments, and ignore objectivity. ”

He looked at the screen, his fingertips darting on the keyboard.

He's going to change the code for this chat room, and he's going to change the way it's caught by crawlies.

"Yes...... He had to get the crawler to catch it and appear under certain search pages. ”

He chuckled softly, and the modification of thousands of lines of code was completed in a matter of minutes.

He pressed enter, and his eyes stayed on the phone screen.

"Do you want to go for the promotion of intangible cultural heritage first?"

Bu Zhaozhao's body turned upside down, and she was close to the screen, so that the mobile phone screen was only three or five centimeters away from her.

"If you can improve, you can improve first." Chen Qing pinched his chin, and suddenly became a little curious: "You told me before that you have prepared the promotion materials for the intangible cultural heritage. Where are you? ”

Bu Zhaozhao smiled, and didn't seem to want to answer, but also, the two were just cooperating, how could they hand over the old bottom?

He then asked Bu Zhaozhao: "What about the promotion of other intangible cultural heritage?" I'd like to be able to improve my combat abilities a little bit. ”

"If you can fight......" She was silent for a moment, her finger against her chin, as if thinking of something, before she said, "Yes." It really can't be delayed any longer, and if it is delayed, I am afraid that it will really become a stick and be scrapped. ”

Chen Qing nodded, looked up at the window again, and it was already late at night.

He pushed open the door, looked at the street downstairs and saw only bustling pedestrians walking by, made up his mind to pay attention, turned around and took the door, and set off downstairs.

"Going now?"

He smiled and said "um", "I can't believe him, and I don't have to worry about what happened to them and me later...... Conflict. ”

……

Until half an hour later.

In the middle of the wasteland, a glorious, yet dilapidated tall building was erected, half of the color of the building had faded, and the holy paintings painted in colorful colors on the top had become one with the stone bricks.

He approached, and the road under his feet seemed to have just been reclaimed, and the broken weeds still smelled of grass.

As he walked on, he found the wall in the midst of a large patch of grass, but it had collapsed considerably, and he lifted his legs, bent down, and stepped over it with great ease.

He entered the courtyard of the monastery, facing the direction of the monastery gate, at the distance between Chen Qing and the gate, weeds occupied most of the space, and the path that had been paved with gravel was also at this moment, he stepped on those gravel, the night wind blew, causing the grass to bend down, he vaguely looked at the path under the grass, and walked towards the gate.

After walking a distance of about six or seven meters, he stepped on the stairs of the monastery and walked up the stairs to reach the gate of the monastery.

He looked at the staircase below him, which was a little old, and the moss was crawling on the stairs, making the stairs a little black.

He looked at the footprints left by the moss under him, and walked to the gate of the monastery step by step.

The door was made of wood, but it was rare that there was not much moss growing on the door, and he touched the door, and the temperature on the door was very low, and the touch on the door was rough, as if the paint on the door had fallen off.

He looked up and saw that the top of the gate seemed to be a little rotten, with many holes in it.

He pushed the door open, and the hinge sounded unusually clear in the night.

It squeaks and sings songs that don't belong to this era.

"I miss it so much."

She looked at everything in front of her, the dusty seats, and sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?" Chen Qing turned his head, the ghost and the monastery that had been abandoned for many years were quite compatible. At least I knew exactly that there was a ghost around me. He looked at Bu Zhaozhao and asked with a smile, "Did you hide in the monastery back then?" ”

She smiled and gave a soft "um".

"They were barricaded at the door, we were squatting under our chairs like dogs shivering, we watched our partner fall on the door and have his spine broken. But then it was all right, and we took the intangible cultural heritage under our control and twisted their brains out. ”

She floated forward, to the pulpit in the center of the monastery.

On the podium, there was a stage with a microphone and a Bible.

She stood in front of her and pulled out a few items.

She crouched down and used an aluminium stick to carve a circle on the podium, connecting the objects with a few thin wires, and placing the rod in the center of the connection.

Following an inconspicuous movement in Bu Zhaozhao's hand, the aluminum rods melted into liquid in an instant, flowing through those thin lines.

They connect objects and emit a faint white light.

"Chen Qing, come up." She called softly and stretched out her hand to Chen Qing.

He looked at the formation emitting white light on the podium, and felt a little strange in his heart: "Is this the ceremony of promotion?" I thought ......"

"Why?"

He jumped lightly and jumped to the podium, he looked in front of him with a strange expression: "I thought it would be more scientific." ”

But Bu Zhaozhao listened, but shook his head while laughing: "This is science, the action that can summarize the law and reproduce it is called science." ”

She looked at Chen Qing and restrained the smile on her face: "Let me remind you that when the ceremony begins, you need to keep repeating the secrets in your heart that only you know. The bigger the secret, the higher the completion of the ritual will be, and the better it will be promoted to completion. ”

Bu Zhaozhao was silent for a moment before continuing: "But at the same time, I also need to remind you that each piece of intangible cultural heritage carries a lot of emotions that do not belong to their original nature, and even because of those obsessions, in the process of promoting intangible cultural heritage, you may encounter many things that cannot be explained by common sense."

Everything you see will be more bizarre than the Backrooms and the Overworld.

You need to remember that everything in that world is fake, and you need to remember them, but you must not be part of it.

You are going with a mission, and you must never forget your mission. ”

"What happens if you forget?" Chen Qing smiled.

"Forgot?" Bu Zhaozhao looked at him, but with a sneering face, he pointed out seriously: "You will stay in it for the rest of your life, and you will watch them perform for you." You won't be able to live without it. ”

"Equivalent to my death?"

"Pretty much. What do you think will happen when your body is rotten? ”

She looked at Chen Qing, and after seeing that the other party's expression had calmed down, she pointed to the middle of those materials and said to Chen Qing: "Take out your non-cultural relics, and after using them, the advanced ceremony will begin." ”

He looked at the aluminum wire on the ground and pulled the dough out of his pocket.

He looked at the props that lined up all around, as if they had been sensed, and at that moment they began to tremble, and they writhed, and the liquid continued to drip onto the aluminum wire carved into the ground.

As he walked inward, the liquid dripping from the props began to increase and begin, and when he got to the right position, the props almost dissolved, and the aluminum wires burst out with a brightness that was not metal.

He raised his hand to put the mask on, and he watched as the human face covered his face, his eyes looking through those two pupils, and saw a little starlight floating towards him on the unmanned seats.

He said that sentence in his heart, and he watched as the starlight surrounded him.

"False words are spoken in a high-sounding manner, and sincere words are swallowed under false intentions."

He heard Bu Zhaozhao's words, and repeated them in his heart.

He saw through the hole in his face that the world was beginning to distort, he opened his mouth and asked Bu Zhaozhao, "If the secret in my heart ...... Is it wrong, is the ritual a failure? ”

"Huh? Be. She looked at Chen Qing and was surprised by the question with the other party.

"That ......," he whispered, and he felt the experience of squirming and touching himself from his mask.

He watched as the world in front of him distorted, and those points of light filled in front of him, making the whole world white.

As he watched the world in front of him gradually return from distortion to normal, the scene in his eyes was no longer a church, it was a long corridor of extreme distress with no end in sight.

He looked to the end, and it was all darkness. He turned, and the same was behind him.

"What is this asking me to do?"

He whispered, walking aimlessly down the hallway.

He looked back at the memories in his mind, and his brow furrowed.

"My mission...... But what is my mission? She told me to remember them, but what they were. ”