Xiaying heard the old man laugh again, but this time there seemed to be some mockery in his laughter.

"What am I wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong..." the old man replied slowly, her voice seemed a little colder, "Do you believe this?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." Xia Ying whispered, "Ten thousand thousand years ago, the sage was enlightened by the way of heaven, and came to the Middle Earth by the crane. In reality, the wild people were guided to dig mountains and dig up soil, cultivate and weave, and then make words and clothes, so the ancestors reproduce and grow here-"

The old man interrupted impatiently, "Isn't this the kind of rhetoric that Fuxi had just decided on humanity?"

Xia Ying frowned slightly, and he returned to the dim words on the stone wall.

"Why let me see this?"

"If you ask me when I will be in a grudge with Fuxi, I will show you the reason." The old man replied.

Xiaying looked back again, but she still couldn't understand it.

"I don't understand." Xia Ying replied in a low voice.

"You'd better think about it again." The old man whispered, "I'll give you only one person and one chance."

“…what’s the chance?”

The old man smiled, but did not give any prompts, but just said softly, "Think clearly and answer."

Xiaying fell into a brief silence. He could feel that the person in front of him was not bluffing. After her calm words, it seemed that there was a certain determination and determination.

In silence, the old man also looked at the young man in front of him who was always wandering outside the world. She was very curious. Apart from the last time the young soul who did not belong to this world, would there be a second person in this world who could see the green face and fangs hidden in the strict order of the heavenly way.

Starting with the way of husband and wife, a whole order of the ruler, minister, father and son gradually emerged, as well as the order of the ruler, minister, father and son hidden in its hypocritical etiquette and discipline, and are tenaciously targeted and guarded against all women.

The slavery, repression and vigilance of the winner to the loser all contain deep fear of the restoration of the loser.

To what extent can a mortal in this place discover this result?

The old man looked at Xia Ying, his eyes almost burning - this young man could shoulder the responsibilities of a messenger for fifteen years, and his sincerity could also be seen, so...

"In ancient times, people knew their mother but not their father." Xia Ying murmured, turning around, "Are you... the way of heaven at that time?"

...

Between heaven and earth, wind and rain are like darkness.

In the ruined temple, Xiao Qi was exhausted and fell down in front of the floating body.

She felt a headache and every inch of her skin and pores in her body seemed to have sparks about to splash.

The scene in front of me first becomes a ghost, then becomes clearer, and then becomes blurred again.

At first she could not smell any smell, and her hands holding the ground were not aware of it. It was not until the trembling heat in her body subsided that she felt that her soul seemed to have returned to her body again.

She lay on her back on the ground, listening to the thunder and lightning outside, and the heavy rain was dripping weakly.

In the darkness, Xiaoqi raised his left hand to kill people, as if he was looking at a weapon.

The tears flowed down ignorantly, for no reason - at this moment she had neither sadness nor joy, a huge and strange world slowly unfolded in front of her eyes like a scroll.

It is so broad and light, and so dangerous.

A rustling sound came from not far away. Xiaoqi looked sideways and saw a few gray squirrels eating something not far away.

The squirrels held their front paws alertly, and their small eyes stared at everything around them.

Xiao Qi stared at them, gently raised a finger from his left hand and slashed in the air.

A gray squirrel suddenly stiffened his limbs, and then fell down unknowingly.

This sudden change caused several gray squirrels around to scatter.

Xiaoqi stood up tremblingly, dragging his body that was still unable to move freely, slowly crawling to the corpse of the squirrel - this squirrel was indeed dead.

Its stiff dead claws stretched straight, and even if Xiaoqi reached out to grab it, it did not respond at all.

Xiaoqi's breathing became rapid. She stretched out her fingers again and slashed in the opposite direction. The time of the squirrel turned around on its body. Almost at the same moment, the dirty mouse, who had just broken breath, suddenly turned over. With great fear, she beat from Xiaoqi's palm and quickly disappeared into the corner of the temple.

Xiao Qi whispered and fell to the ground in pain again.

The dissipation and gathering of eyes, the sudden burning pain in the body, and the disappearance of skin touch and smell appeared again, but it was much lighter than killing floating light before.

Her hands tightly covered her eyes, but even if she closed her eyes, all the scenes she saw just now were still lingering in her mind - as if they were not seen through her eyes, but appeared directly in her mind.

The whole world is no longer as simple as before. Every creature she saw before - living people, living mice, and all living creatures with flesh and blood have become scenes with afterimages.

All the afterimages come from their past and future, and she can freely fiddle with these afterimages, bringing the future or a certain moment of the past to their present.

Fu Guang had long died, and her soul would not have a future in this world, but this does not mean that she could not die again - just take her back to the moment she had died and let it develop.

Xiaoqi did the same.

All the knowledge seemed to be engraved in her mind in advance, and she understood everything in an instant.

After the brief pain subsided, she felt a burst of heartfelt fatigue, and her whole body seemed to be hollowed out from the inside without any strength left.

Xiaoqi closed her eyes and planned to take a break for a while, but the next moment, another unbearable sensation of needle prick began along the tip of her little finger on her left hand and slowly spread upwards.

She raised her left hand again and soon discovered a new change - countless black lines began to slowly extend to her wrist from her fingertips.

Xiaoqi no longer had the strength to sobbed at the pain. She looked at the layers of black marks blankly, and soon realized that she had seen these things before - in Feng Zhiyan's underground cemetery.

The deep and shallow words engraved on the stone walls emit a light golden light, like hot lava is slightly imprinted on her body.

Xiaoqi hugged his left hand and curled up on the ground in pain.

"elder sister……"

...

In Wei Xingzhen's arms, Feng Yan suddenly thrust, and her expression became no longer as peaceful as before.

"A Yan?" Wei Xingzhen called out in a low voice.

But Feng Yan did not wake up.

I was very sharp-eyed when I went nearby and I instantly noticed the change, "Sir, look at my wife's hand--"
Chapter completed!