If it weren't for the fact that the scene in front of him was too terrifying, the one-armed old man would not have believed that the trick in front of him would be sober.

He even wondered if he had hallucinated after staying in this black palace for a long time.

Weirdness has no consciousness of living people, and this is the same whether it is in ancient times or today.

Even if it is a small weirdness, it is unconscious, and no matter how powerful a person is, he can't change the weirdness.

If we can really change, I am afraid that many of the things I have done before will be unnecessary.

For example, the cracks of the death seal, and the psychic space made of death, and even the reliefs condensed by the bones of the sages of the past.

But now, the facts are in front of him, and the one-armed old man can't help but believe it.

After the one-armed old man was shocked, he also reacted quickly, with a hint of fire in his eyes, and said, "What did you do to make the Trick Assembly come back to its senses?" ”

At this time, Zhou An was covered by someone, and he was not afraid at all: "Is it very important?" ”

"It's very important, if we can completely understand the reason, you and I will definitely change the whole world."

The one-armed old man said fanatically: "Even after 10,000 years, the world will still remember, history will still exist, and this is a great move that can change mankind!" ”

Zhou An shook his head: "It's useless." ”

How to change, only he knows, this is an extremely complicated process.

And it can't be copied, it's only a method that he and the Trickster can use.

First of all, you have to be as brave as the owner of the Wind and Rain Building, use the silk weaving to weave a layer of skin for the Trick Gathering, and then charge with a gun.

Secondly, children must be born.

Finally, and most importantly, it is necessary to let the children have a special connection with people like Zhou An.

Even, Zhou An's Holy Spirit Demon Body is needed to bring the half-human, half-weird existence back to its senses.

In this, no matter which one it is, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky, and if you take one wrong step, it will be impossible.

"Besides, you're going to die soon."

Zhou An said lightly: "These things are not for you to worry about. ”

The one-armed old man was slightly stunned: "Between you and me, in fact, there is no injustice and no enmity, even if it is a big enmity, it can be resolved." ”

"I was born in ancient times, and I know too much knowledge to solve the mystery."

"What kind of grievance is not as good as the world and the underground from now on, but I am the only one."

"As long as you can unlock the weird and sober secrets, the whole world belongs to you and me, we can cooperate, and interests are far more important than hatred."

He seemed confident that he could convince Zhou An.

In fact, if anyone were here, they would probably be persuaded by him.

Because the attraction is so great, as the one-armed old man said, that it can indeed be so great that it forgets hatred.

But Zhou An is different.

"Heaven and earth, I am the only one?"

Zhou An shook his head: "I can do it, and I don't need your method." ”

He has proficiency, and what he needs to do is very simple, he just needs to keep his liver constantly.

Time is what Zhou An needs.

After giving him enough time, he would be able to get to this point sooner or later, and there would be no other adventurous methods.

What's more, Zhou An has always pursued a philosophy, that is, the enemy must not be allowed to live.

"Senior, let's do it." Zhou An said slowly.

Although the trick gathering will make him call his aunt, Zhou An feels that he still can't call it.

Because every time he called out these two words, he would suddenly think of a certain old man, and he had a great sense of disobedience.

When Zhou An said this, the first person to react was the one-armed old man.

Ever since the Trick Set appeared, the one-armed old man knew that he was now a fish on the chopping board.

He can't fight, and he can't fight.

Because in front of him is a gathering of tricks, an extremely ancient existence.

So the one-armed old man wanted to convince Zhou An.

But now it seems that he not only failed to convince Zhou An, but even strengthened Zhou An's determination to kill him.

He's going to live!

There is only one way to survive!

The one-armed old man turned around and ran quickly towards the room behind him.

The speed was so fast, in the blink of an eye, that in just a moment, it was already in front of the room.

As the one-armed old man approached the room, a sign of terror appeared in him.

A mass of black Qi enveloped the one-armed old man's whole body.

This black palace is a prison cell, specially used to lock up the one-armed old man, and the room, is the key.

The keys are here, but not so easy to get.

That black Qi body, with the aura of destruction, seemed to turn all living beings into ashes.

"Ahh

The one-armed old man screamed, but still held out his hand and leaned into the room.

Pain, like a tidal wave, surging in its wake.

The one-armed old man knew very well that he had no extra options.

He knew what the danger would be when he got close to the room.

However, near the room is nine deaths, and fighting with the Trick Gathering is ten deaths.

Between the two, he would rather choose to die for a lifetime, at least, there is still a chance to live.

But just as the one-armed old man's hand was about to touch the room, an anomaly appeared.

The room had been very close, but in the eyes of the one-armed old man, it had become far away.

The vision is stretched without limits.

In front of the one-armed old man's eyes, old and gloomy streets emerged, exuding a terrifying coldness.

Dilapidated, old, eerie.

The sound of the rally came from behind him, making the one-armed old man's heart tremble slightly.

"Zhou An said, let you die, you, you can't live."

As the words fell, the one-armed old man felt that the ancient streets had all become unique weapons of terror and killing in the world.

"No, I suffered so much, I didn't let you kill me!"

The one-armed old man gritted his teeth and lifted the brush in his hand.

But when he lifted the brush, the reliefs around him changed.

The originally calm relief revealed long black whips, which whipped fiercely on the one-armed old man.

"Ahh

The one-armed old man let out a terrible cry, and his expression of pain occupied the whole face.

This is a prison cell, and he dares to use his strength, that is, to seek death.

"Why!"

The one-armed old man was rolling on the ground.

Those long whips seemed to be able to touch the pain of the soul, even at his level, he couldn't resist it at all.

"She! She's weird! ”

The one-armed old man pointed to the treacherous rally and said frantically: "You are all heroes, all are epics of history, you should deal with weirdness, not me!" ”

"You have dealt with my own kind, and you have become heroes and sages in the history of mankind in vain!"

"Ahhh

The whip rained down, and the one-armed old man let out a terrible cry and rolled incessantly.

"Let me put an end to your suffering."

He shook his head.

Then, the fierce aura enveloped the one-armed old man.

The Trickster stretched out his white right hand and clenched his fist slightly.

With the action of clenching his fist, the one-armed old man who was wrapped in a ferocious aura gradually turned into ashes from the position of his legs.

Simplicity is the ultimate.

A simple attack technique, even at the level of a one-armed old man, is still impossible to deal with.

After a few moments, all that remained was ash on the ground, and beyond that, there was nothing left.

"Solved."

The trick gathered and looked at Zhou An, meaning that it was over.

At this time, there was already some weird aura on the strange gathering.

This is the miscellaneous instrument of the miscellaneous door is gradually weakening.

After all, the White King has only just entered the realm of all saints, and he is not very stable, so the miscellaneous weapons that have gathered together are really too weak.

Therefore, the time of sobering of the rally will not last long.

"The surrounding reliefs have begun to recognize me, and if my strange aura continues to increase, they will attack me."

The Trickster would look around, with a hint of solemnity and jealousy in his eyes.

Even she can't stick to this historical relief.

Just now, it was just using human reason to deceive these reliefs.

Every corpse here is a big guy when he was alive, and even after he died, there was very little residual strength.

But there are a lot of them!

If the rally is really weird, it is estimated that it will be suppressed on the spot, and then accompanied by a one-armed old man.

Don't underestimate the reliefs, this is the crystallization of history

"Senior, look, is there anything strange about that room?"

Zhou An also reacted quickly and asked quickly.

In line with the idea of using what can be used, Zhou An hurriedly asked about the secret of that room.

He understands a lot of things here.

For example, the one-armed old man who became a prisoner, such as the black palace itself as a prison cell, such as the surrounding reliefs, are the bones of the sages of the ages.

But only that room is a secret, and Zhou An hasn't understood it until now.

You have to let him go in and try it himself, Zhou An said, that's impossible.

It's too dangerous, and it's not in line with his steadiness.

Clairvoyance can't penetrate it, and the idea that he wants to look at it from the air is eliminated, so there is only one way.

While the Trick Gathering hasn't turned back into an unconscious state, hurry up and let the Trick Gathering help take a look.

The trick gathered a glance at Zhou An and said, "You just want me to die like that?" ”

When Zhou An heard this, he said strangely: "Why did the seniors say that? ”

The Trickster pointed to the surroundings and said, "The reliefs around here are enough to suppress me in countless eras here." ”

She pointed to the room again: "What's more, this room is the core of the entire black palace, and if I go in, I will die, not just suppression." ”

"I can feel that inside the room, there is a terrible behemoth, and what is hidden inside is something that countless people are afraid of."

"There's no way I'm going to get in."

When Zhou An heard this, he finally understood.

He knew that his cheap mother-in-law was probably cowardly.

There's no reason not to be cowardly, after all, if you go in, you'll die 100%.

Zhou An touched his chin and said, "That's not easy." ”

He still wanted to see what was inside, but now, he couldn't see anything at all.

"What's the problem?" The Trickster said strangely: "You go in, there is no danger at all." ”

Zhou An was stunned: "Why?" ”

"This is a cell, used to imprison that old thing, and this is also a strange forbidden place, and to enter it is to die." ”

"But you're not a prisoner, you're not weird, there's no problem getting in at all."

When Zhou An heard this, he fell into deep thought.

It seems that the assemblies are also valid.

He's not a prisoner, he's not weird, he's not bound here.

The people buried here are all sages from ancient times.

What is Sage?

Not to mention anything else, just because they are willing to die for mankind, this ancient existence, even after death, will not pose a danger to future generations.

"You just have to go in and have a sense of reverence and not touch what's inside."

The deceitful assembly said, "Will I still harm you?" If I hurt you, I hurt Heiyu, I won't do that. ”

Having said that, the strange aura on the strange gathering has become more and more intense.

At this time, the surrounding reliefs have revealed an ancient and terrifying momentum.

This momentum, which gathered the remnants of the sages of countless generations, reached a terrifying level when gathered together.

Any weird person who comes here is a dead end.

"I'm gone, I've reached a critical point."

The Trick Assembly said slowly: "If it goes on like this, I will be suppressed here immediately." ”

After speaking, the trick assembly didn't give Zhou An time to think, and disappeared quickly.

The ancient, gloomy streets fade into obscurity before the eyes, and finally dissolve into endless nothingness.

In front of him, there was still the black palace, but at this moment, there were only Zhou An and Heiyu.

After the gathering was gone, the relief returned to silence, and the terrifying momentum had disappeared cleanly.

It's as if it never existed.

But the hasty departure of the strange assembly just now shows the terror hidden here, and the place of the strange killing.

Zhou An stood in the quiet black palace, looking at the room not far ahead, and fell into deep thought.

After about half a pillar of incense, Zhou An made up his mind.

Check it out!

It's coming.

If you don't go in, it's a loss.

Besides, what the rally just said is extremely reasonable.

The treacherous assembly will not pit his own daughter!

What are the benefits?

No matter how bad it is, you can get a big secret!

Thinking of this, Zhou An made up his mind and took Heiyu's hand.

"When you go in, you must be very well-behaved and not show a weird aura, understand?" Zhou An admonished.

Heiyu tilted her head, but looked at Zhou An cutely, and muttered, "I'm very well-behaved." ”

"Then into my shadow." Zhou An pointed to the ground.

"I don't want it!"

Black Jade resisted: "It's so black." ”

"Boom!"

Zhou An withdrew his hand lightly.

Heiyu covered her head, looking aggrieved, but she still got into Zhou An's shadow.

Soon, only Zhou An was left here, and those black reliefs.

Zhou An took a deep breath, then lifted his feet and walked towards the location of the room.

As Zhou An got closer and closer to the black room, there was a stronger and stronger feeling in him.

In Zhou An's current realm, his perception of danger is actually very sensitive.

He didn't feel the slightest danger.

But the closer he got to the room, the more he could feel that there was an extremely sad aura in the room.

This kind of breath is like being in a world full of crying and mourning, without a little laughter.

But the strange thing is that no matter how close Zhou An is, this sad aura is always just sadness and will not affect him in the slightest.

He had a strange feeling instead.

"It's like, they're protecting me."

Zhou An muttered to himself: "Sure enough, just like what the cheap mother-in-law said, these sages of the past dynasties, even if they only have a little bit of power, will still subconsciously protect future generations." ”

"It's ...... Goodwill. ”

The surrounding black reliefs exude bursts of kindness, like a majestic phantom, stretching out a solid arm to protect Zhou An inside, so that Zhou An will not be invaded by sad emotions.

That feeling of warmth makes the surrounding black not so cold.

Zhou An stopped.

At this time, he was already close to the door of this room.

And now, he finally saw what the black room door looked like.

The door is also of an unknown black material, and there are reliefs on it, but the reliefs are not depicted with various human portraits.

There was only one on it, a terrifying crack.

Even if it is just a relief, Zhou An can see the breath contained in the cracks.

It's cold, it's terrifying, and it's terrifying.

"It's ...... Imitation of cracks, made of relief? ”

Zhou An touched his chin, and then put his hand on the door.

When this action was made, the door in front of him was easily pushed open by Zhou An.

After pushing open the door, Zhou An also saw the scene inside.

"So big?"

Zhou An was slightly surprised.

It's like a Sumeru space, it looks small from the outside, but inside, there is a space that you can't see at a glance.

It's even bigger than the black palace outside.

In the room, there are square stone slabs, stacked on top of each other.

Every stone slab has a terrifying aura that fills the room.

Zhou An took a deep breath, then slowly raised his feet and walked in.

He came to one of the stone slabs and looked at the front of the slab.

On the stone slab, a portrait is depicted, vivid.

Zhou An was surprised to find that this was exactly the same as a certain relief outside.

And in the lower right corner of this slate, there is a line of dense small characters.

Zhou An didn't know this word, but it could distinguish the general font.

It's exactly the same as what I saw when I took out the cemetery.

Zhou An looked at it carefully, and suddenly had a conjecture.

He rummaged around here, and finally, he confirmed the conjecture.

Each slate has a portrait, and the lower right corner of each slate is densely packed with small characters.

"It's ...... Tombstone! Zhou An was shocked.

If the reliefs outside are the cemeteries of sages, then these stone slabs are tombstones.

"I haven't seen the penmanship for a long time."

Zhou An touched the traces on it, especially looking at the words on it, and sighed.

He was all too familiar with this text.

Even the traces that cannot be completely buried by the years still exist in this world, and only the penmanship of the years can do it.

Zhou An touched his chin and said secretly: "It should be written by the same person, this trace is too similar." ”

He had seen those things, and he had seen the words left over from the penmanship of the last time, so he could see at a glance that the handwriting left on them was written by the same person.

"If there are only tombstones here, it is only similar to the reliefs outside, and there are too few."

Zhou An thought about it and continued to explore.

This place is very big, far from the end, and the position that Zhou An walked just now is less than one percent.

As Zhou An explored more and more, he also understood more and more why the one-armed old man was suppressed.

Just the relief carvings outside, the one-armed old man can't stand it, not to mention the tombstones inside, as well as the words carved with the brushwork of the years.

"The original green clothes, although he was seriously injured, were well laid out, and all of this was arranged." Zhou An sighed slightly.

All of this adds up to a natural prison cell, locked in, and you can't escape.

With such a mood, Zhou An went deeper and deeper.

Subsequently, Zhou An saw an unusual scene.

Not far ahead, among the layers of tombstones, a boxy space encloses.

There's a lot of space, enough to stand up to hundreds of people.

Due to the fact that the tombstones are stacked very high, and these are all special materials, Zhou An's clairvoyance can't see the situation inside.

Zhou An thought for a moment, said that he was offended, and used the flying dragon body technique to cross the high stone tombstone.

Soon, Zhou An landed steadily, standing in a huge space surrounded by tombstones, and also saw the situation in the space clearly.

Here, it was empty, but in the center, there was a long-dried skeleton, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

On the skeleton, there is also a white robe, and at first glance, there is a faint white light on the white clothes.

Even if it was a skeleton, there was no sense of fear at all, as if the skeleton in front of them was not a dead person, but a solemn statue.

Coupled with the faint white light, a holy and ancient aura emanated from the bones.

Zhou An's gaze moved, and then rested on the right hand of the skeleton.

In the right hand position, he holds a pen made of white jade.

The jade pen is crystal clear, flashing with the soft light unique to jade, and you can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.

And in front of this, there is an ancient text that is only half written, and Zhou An also can't understand these words.

However, this did not prevent Zhou An from guessing the true identity of this skeleton.

"He should be an ancient existence who knows how to write penmanship over the years, and with the brush in his hand, he has written a piece of epic history."

Zhou An took a deep breath and felt that he had found a big secret.

This ancient existence, even if it is written over the years, is also submerged in history.

Only the bones remained, and they rested here.

Zhou An stood in place, sighed for a while, and then raised his foot and walked towards the bones in front of him.

He also wanted to see what the secret was in.

As Zhou An got closer and closer, when he was only ten steps away from the skeleton in front of him, suddenly, everything in front of him changed significantly.

Above the bones, layers of white light appeared.

When the white light appeared, it immediately enveloped everything around it.

The light is fast, but there is not the slightest sense of oppression and danger.

Zhou An could feel that when the light came, everything in front of him was gradually changing......

The tombstone is gone.

The bones are gone.

The sinking sadness is also gone.

There was nothing around, and in front of Zhou An, there was an old man.

On the old man's body, there is a faint momentum circulating, which is a rich and admirable elegance.

Scholar?

Years of penmanship?

Hallucination?

The past?

Zhou An sensed it and found himself in a fantasy world.

It seems that because of his proximity, the changes in the skeleton have been caused.

"Now that it's there, let's keep watching." Zhou An pondered a little and decided to continue observing.

The old man held a pen in his hand and carved it on the tombstone over and over again.

The brushwork of the years is in the hands of the old man, like a paintbrush that writes the world, encompassing everything.

"Chen Pingsheng, born poor, died in the cracks in the sky, had no children and no daughters in his life, and left no last words."

"Wei Wu, who was the director of the Ordnance Department of the Great Domain Country, died in the crack in the sky, had a son under his knees, and later died in the psychic space, leaving no last words."

"Zhang Fa, who was once the leader of the Infinite Sect, when the cracks at the bottom appeared, in order to protect the people of a city behind him, he raised the strength of the whole sect, and all of them died in battle, leaving no last words."

……

Whenever the old man muttered, he drew a portrait on the slate, and at the same time wrote dense small characters on the lower right side of the slate.

When Zhou An saw this, he already understood.

"That line of small characters is everyone's life, the old man who knows how to write over the years, it seems that they are specially asked to leave everything."

In every sentence, what shocked Zhou An the most was the words "no last words".

Almost everyone, this sentence is the end.

"Just imagine, in that era, there was really no need to leave a last word." Zhou An thought.

As he thought so, something changed on the old man's side.

The old man read it over and over again, his eyes gradually moistening.

At this time, he took out a handkerchief and wiped it with his own kiss.

"The old people have all left, but I want to record their lives in this way."

"My former relatives, friends, relatives and friends all want me to record them by hand, how can I bear it."

"Every stroke is the cruelest memory for me."

The old man held the jade pen, and his eyes were full of sadness, as if he was sinking into an endless abyss.

Just as the old man was muttering to himself, a figure appeared.

It was a middle-aged man who appeared.

In the middle-aged man, there is also a strong momentum, and in the hands of this middle-aged man, what he is carrying is a black relief.

"Old thing, what are you crying about, it's a good thing to be dead, and when you're dead, you don't have to be so sad."

The middle-aged man is dismissive of the sadness of the elderly.

The old man put away the handkerchief: "When you carved the relief, you howled and cried every two days, isn't it the same as me?" ”

Zhou An has always been a bystander, and when he heard this, he finally understood the identity of this middle-aged man.

The reliefs around the black palace were all carved by middle-aged men.

"If you think about it carefully, it's actually normal, this huge black palace can't be completed by one person." Zhou Anxin thought.

The middle-aged man was not angry when the old man said a word, he threw the relief on the ground, and a welding smoke appeared in his right hand, and he smoked several puffs.

The relief on the ground is the appearance of a middle-aged man.

"Old thing, I'm dying, I can't accompany you anymore, and for a long time to come, you will be the only one here alone."

The middle-aged man sighed.

The old man was slightly stunned, then fell silent, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Let's go." ”

The middle-aged man laughed, took a few more puffs of dry tobacco, and then lay down on top of the relief.

"In this life, I have carved too many stone carvings, starting from a stone carving vendor, and I have seen a lot of people from the south to the north."

"I have also stood on the top of the world, and I have lived enough as a teacher, a father, a husband, and a son."

"It's just a pity that I couldn't accompany you, an old thing, through the last part of my life."

The middle-aged man just lay on the relief, his tone became more and more confused, and his vitality was gradually disappearing.

Moments later, the middle-aged man turned into a skeleton.

After the bones appeared, they began to melt in an instant, turning into bones and merging into the relief.

The reliefs become flexible, as if living people live.

The old man watched silently all the time and became a send-off for the middle-aged man.

He waited until the middle-aged man died, then took out a blank stone tablet from the side and wrote on it.

"Xu Chenming, a stonemason was born, rose in Weimo, once in the cracks in the ground, fought tens of thousands of strange battles, was seriously injured, and had a son and a daughter on his knees, all of whom died in the battle, and never left a last word."

After writing, the old man picked up the dry cigarette dropped by the middle-aged man, honked his horn, and smoked several puffs in silence.

"You're fine, the mission is complete, and you're finally dead."

"I can't see you crying, I'm crying alone, and no one laughs at me."

"How long will I live? I'm higher than you, and I don't know how long I can live, I guess it's a long, long time. ”

"To live, but to always suffer, to die like you, but not to have to endure this heart-rending pain."

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, and cautiously, put the dry tobacco aside, like an extremely precious treasure.

After doing all this, he continued to write.

In the whole space, there was silence, only the voice of the old man writing, which was constantly echoing, like a small fish jumping into the long river of years.

In front of me, time began to pass quickly, and the scenery gradually changed.

Pieces of tombstones, in the hands of the elderly, continue to take shape.

And in the process of writing, the old man gradually becomes older, visible to the naked eye, and becomes sluggish and weak.

Although the old man's face has not changed, the twilight on his body is gradually deepening.

In the beginning, the old man could write hundreds of stone tablets a day, but the further he went, the slower the old man's speed became, and now, he can only write about a dozen.

All around, there are already tombstones.

During this period, Zhou An saw the old man crying several times.

On several occasions, I almost had an emotional breakdown.

The sadness around it, in the old man's howling and crying, gradually condensed in the years.

Time flies, and the picture changes rapidly.

Even Zhou An was in a fantasy world, and he didn't know how long it had been.

At this time, the old man was still portraying.

But in this black palace, a new guest came.

The girl in green, dragging the collar of a one-armed old man, slowly walked in.

……

Yesterday I dreamed, the monthly pass quacked, hahaha. (End of chapter)