"Damn, there seems to be a door here, do you want to go in?" "It's better not to go in yet..." Before Yi Xi could finish her words, a crisp snap suddenly sounded in his ears. "???" "I'll go in first to investigate the situation." "You're just asking too much." The next second, Huai Ji's voice suddenly came from behind the door, carrying a thick and empty echo, as if the whole person had fallen directly into a deep and bottomless tunnel: "Holy shit, what did this do to me!" Yisi immediately stepped up to follow, and the fish bones on his fingertips suddenly became hot. The glimmer of light spread forward, illuminating the walls on both sides of the passage. Densely dense and strange symbols covered the walls layer by layer, with weirdly twisted outlines that were exactly the same as the lines of the black shadows on the murals. "This place... Is like an altar." He gently brushed the wall with his fingertips, and as soon as he touched the symbols, the lines instantly lit up with a dazzling green light. His heart tightened and he jerked his hand back. Not far away, Huaiji was standing in front of an ancient bronze mirror, lost in thought. There was something completely wrong with "him" in the mirror - thick green blood kept dripping from the corners of his lips, and he was holding a blood-stained knife tightly in his hand, and what was reflected in the cold blade was Song Shiyi's face that was still grim. "There's something wrong with this mirror." Huai Ji raised his hand to smash the mirror. "Don't be impulsive!" But at the moment when he was stopped and moved slightly, the reflection in the mirror suddenly slowly raised his head. The moment their eyes met, a dark red mark suddenly appeared on Huaiji's neck, which was exactly the same as the scar on He Xi's body. "Don't touch reflective things!" The fish bone in Yixiang's hand suddenly exploded. The distorted image in the mirror instantly shattered, and countless green and white hands crazily reached out through the mirror, grabbing Huai Ji's wrist tightly, and the force was so strong that he could not move. The covering power of [Weiji] on Huaiji's body flashed crazily, and the barriers lit up layer by layer, but it couldn't stop those hands from drilling into the skin texture. "Fuck! This thing sucks my strength!" His breath weakened rapidly, his face was as pale as paper, and his voice became softer little by little. Yi seemed to hesitate no longer, gripped the hot fish bone and stabbed the mirror hard. The ear-piercing shattering sound exploded instantly, and the bronze mirror cracked into countless lines. Rolling green mist spurted out from the cracks, condensing into a vague human shape in the air - it was Ω-0. At this moment, the faces of this humanoid are constantly changing and flashing: Song Eleven, Song Nineteen, including the five of them, flashing in the fog in turns. "You can't escape." The voice was layered, like countless people speaking at the same time, cold and hollow, "You didn't escape ten years ago, and you are the same now." "What happened ten years ago?" It was as if a glowing fish bone was pressed against the throat of the mist-like humanoid, and the scorching light burned the green mist, making it sizzle and steam. The human form suddenly dispersed, turning into a green mist that filled the sky, and fled in all directions with wild laughter, disappearing in an instant. "What the hell, just run away if you can't beat him." Huai Ji smacked his tongue and complained about this old-fashioned "break it down next time" plot. "Why are you still standing there?" Yi Si raised his hand and hit him on the head. "It's been a scourge for thousands of years. Don't you know that it's better to chase down the poor bandits with the remaining brave men instead of using your reputation as the overlord? Hurry up and use your ability to lock it up!" "Oh - oh..." Huai Ji obviously didn't react to this operation. The two of them immediately turned around and closed the door behind them, each picked up a glass bottle and stood ready. The posture was like a rat entering the house, and the whole family went into battle to encircle and suppress it. After a tug-of-war, comparable to eight hundred rounds of tug-of-war, the erratic green mist figure was finally shackled by probability theory and forced into the glass bottle. The expected scene of begging for mercy did not appear at all. The green mist in the bottle suddenly burst out into wild laughter, and as the color of the mist surged, it slowly reflected the scene in the old photo: On the deck of the freighter ten years ago, the sea breeze was strong. Young Song Eleven stretched out his hand and pushed all five people into the sea. Song Shijiu stood aside quietly, holding a complete fish bone in his hand, with no waves on his face and a look of indifference. "They volunteered to be consumables..." "Fart!" Huai Ji shook the bottle vigorously, "We won't do such stupid things! Why are you so stubborn?" "Really?" The words "Qingpiaopiao" fell, and a sudden chill arose. "No!" Yi Xiang subconsciously reached out to grab the bottle in Huai Ji's hand. It's late. Huai Ji watched helplessly as his arm was raised uncontrollably, and his fist hit the glass bottle with brute force. The moment the fist penetrated the bottle and broke the green mist barrier, the whole space shook violently. The strange symbols on the wall peeled off one after another, revealing rows of cultivation cabins embedded behind the wall. What was soaking in the cabin was clearly the same people from ten years ago. Transparent tubes were inserted straight into everyone's chests, and the liquid slowly flowed along the tubes, into the ground, and finally poured into a giant fishbone-shaped container. The scattered green mist suddenly tightened and turned into dark chains, tightly wrapping around their ankles. "Now, it's your turn to be the new consumables." Ω-0'S face finally settled into Song Shijiu's, with green and black veins winding all over her face, eerie and terrifying, "Look, how brave she is, willing to sacrifice herself in exchange for the energy of the fish bones..." "I seem to have heard it somewhere..." Huai Ji murmured in a low voice, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart. "She was forced by you!" With fish bones piercing the green mist in the sky, scorching light burning along the chain, Ω-0 let out a shrill scream, and its body became transparent and dissipated little by little. "Emma, it's gone again." Huaiji sighed helplessly, "How come the mastermind disappeared just as soon as he found out the mastermind?" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stiffened and clearly felt a cold and scrutinizing gaze sweeping over him from head to toe. "I haven't been kidnapped, don't look at me like that." Huaiji seemed to be in disbelief and made a coy gesture, disgusting the other person and successfully establishing a trusting connection with him. "What to do now?" He asked seriously. "The problem with this mirror is obvious, but we can't figure out its purpose at all. It would be great if we could directly see its past usage records." "Actually, I think what you are talking about is nonsense." Huai Ji said bluntly, "How is this possible? Even if there is a record, your browser can't open Traceless?" "No." Yi Xi looked magnanimous and confident. Huai Ji was full of disbelief: "If you hadn't lost your phone now, do you think you could be arrogant here?" He paused and suddenly thought of something: "Hey, do you think He Xi might have this ability? Directly search for souls and trace their origins?" "How can a piece of paper search for souls?" Huai Ji complained, "What's the basis? Just rely on your wild imagination on a blank piece of paper?" "You still remember He Xi's past, right?" "Hiss - is this also her ability?" The more Huai Ji thought about it, the more outrageous he felt, "I thought it was the influence of that altar..." After saying the words, he felt that he could not stand up, and he shut up angrily. "But now they can't get down and can't help." "That's what I'm worried about," Yi said in a deep voice, "It's a mule or a horse coming out for a walk, but the key point is that no one is here." "I suspect that we have been completely cut off from contact." "Nonsense." "You don't understand what I mean." "Say." "Under normal circumstances, the mental mark will not break out of thin air. And the fact that we fell just now and did not die means that we are always within the limit of your [air extension]." Yisi reacted instantly: "You mean, we fell into an independent space again?" "Obviously." Huaiji said with a slap, "What, you can't think anymore?" "You brat." Yisi felt irritable. The layers of space were intertwined with each other, as endless as matryoshka dolls. He couldn't even tell whether this was their original world. ——On the other side, in the falling wind. Huaiyin hangs in the endless sky, the sound of wind fills my ears, and there is a hint of regret in my heart: I can't float in the air, why jump down, should I use water from the ground? "Why are you down here?" "I'm bored waiting up there alone -" Yihong's cheeks were swollen by the strong wind, and his eyelids were drooped. He casually opened a lollipop and put it in his mouth, speaking in a lazy tone, "Why don't you open your [Rain Kill] area? If you wait any longer, we will fall into pieces." "Yes, I can teleport directly." Huai Ji came back to his senses and activated his ability immediately. The two turned into torrential rain, falling rapidly along the darkness. "Damn, it's bottomless? We heard the noise just now, didn't we?" "Something's wrong." Huaiyin frowned, "Yihong, take a photo of your whale flame." There was dead silence beside him, and no one answered. Only his own voice echoed, overlapped, and dissipated layer by layer in the abyss. "Yihong—Yihong—" The echo was empty and endless. "Damn, why is he missing?" Huaiyin bit her nails subconsciously, her heart tightening. Suddenly, a cold demonic wind swept over without warning, whistling past his ears. Her whole body tensed and her heart beat rapidly. Are you targeting me? Hurry up, hurry up! There was an endless pitch-black abyss beneath my feet. The wind was blowing, and unreasonable fear gripped my heart. The unknown tracking feeling is getting closer and closer, clinging to me behind me, and I can't get rid of it no matter how hard I try. "Huaiyin - Huaiyin -" The call came from the depths of darkness, layer upon layer. The next moment, a pale figure suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him. "Ghost!" "It's me, it's me!" In a panic, a hand firmly clamped his wrist, with a gentle and steady force. Huaiyin suddenly came back to his senses and said in a daze: "He Xi?" "Yes." "I thought..." "What else do you think? Are you afraid of the dark?" He Xi said calmly. "It's normal to be afraid of the dark." Huaiyin awkwardly pulled her hair and forced her words. Huaiyin forcibly changed the subject: "Did you find them?" "You found them and I'm still floating here?" He Xi sighed, "By the way, where's Yihong? Isn't that kid scared and didn't dare to come down?" "He's gone." "What do you mean?" "Same as everyone else." "What do you mean like them -" He Xi paused. He Xi seemed to suddenly think of something, and frowned slightly, but quickly shook his head gently and suppressed his thoughts. "What's wrong?" Huaiyin noticed her shoulders moving slightly, and a few cold raindrops slipped from her hair and fell on her neck. "I must have thought wrong." He Xi explained softly, "I just guessed that everyone heard the strange sound and disappeared out of thin air. But you were also at the scene and heard the movement, but you were fine." "I didn't hear any strange noise." Huaiyin was stunned. "Didn't you just say that you heard similar noises somewhere?" "Oh, you mean that." Huai Ji suddenly realized, "That's what Yihong shouted just now, 'Whose firecrackers went off?'" "Hey - that's really tricky to say." "Maybe." "Then shall we go back now?" Huai Yin asked. "Staying here floating in the air is not an option. The matter needs to be considered in the long run." He Xi said, "I'll try to contact them with spiritual signs first." Huaiyin led He Xi back up, all the way up. He Xi concentrated on activating his consciousness and repeatedly tried to connect Yisi and Huaiji, but failed every time. After a moment, she reluctantly stopped: "It's over, we can't contact you at all." "It's a bit strange." Huaiyin said in confusion, "When I was falling, it was ridiculously slow, but now I'm coming up, the speed is so much faster." "You teleported just now with the last drop of rain as the landing point." He Xi explained, "The reason why you fell slowly just now is because the rain at the bottom is still falling, and your speed is slowed down by the force of the rain. "That's not the reason. Huaiyin shook his head and explained seriously, "I can feel the position of every drop of rain. They are like a part of my body. This is the real distance perceived subjectively." The journey back just now was really a lot shorter. " "Yeah? That's too weird..." Before the two of them finished speaking, clear footsteps suddenly came from above their heads. Pat, pat. Step by step, they slowly descended along the stairs.
I have a strong tone, please bear with me. If you give me the time to read this work and the patience for a slightly slower pace, I will give you a great work in return.
A person's behavior is life. The behavior of a group of people is the era. The actions of one generation are history. The imperial train travels on the war track, and every particle of dust it splashes is a sharp blade when it falls on the citizens of the empire.
Young protagonist, funny battles, this is a world where gods and mortals coexist. There is no system, no time travel, no rebirth, and no infinite flow. Without these elements that make people laugh, it will still be exciting.
It dates back to the Qing Dynasty and Jiaqing Dynasty, strengthened national literature, researched historical data, and reform in line with political logic. It is unsystematic and not brainless.
Although there are only more than 300 chapters at present, it is not the kind of epic that saves the world for the sake of saving the world. The protagonist has his own ideas, including the supporting characters.
If you can't stand it, just skip to the end. Please read the writing carefully! Especially the [Personal Chapter] at the end! You can first read the author's book review to confirm the writing style. The long paragraphs in [Personal Chapter] are sublimated. Combined with the [Main Line], multiple meanings can be understood, and the details of fighting and spells are described. Another: unpopular niche group portraits, daily adventures, interspersed with reality, a mixture of fiction and reality.
A masterpiece, only after reading it will you know how good it is. No cp + group portrait + file loading/simulation + funny (?) + Cthulhu/weirdness. Since I am reading it on a small version, the reading time for a large version is very short. I am too lazy to write a tweet, so I copied the ending and introduction of the book respectively. The recommended book is very long, so you must read it patiently. These two books are simply immortal in my mind. -------------------------------- The first book (ending) (reading (?) Text) Reading difficulty: 2 stars (the main difficulty lies in the long and very few foreign names (in my opinion)) Ending: Maybe everything is fake. Maybe I'm just a mediocre lunatic. Maybe everything is just my imagination and hallucination. Maybe Lianshanxue, R'lyeh and parallel universes never existed. There are no ancient gods under the stars. There are only 4.6 Billion years of time, and dinosaurs and ants come and go on this land. But wouldn't that be better? There is no madness and chaos in this world that can never be escaped. There are only horrific stories made up by a madman with a rich imagination in order to make his humble life glorious and great. What happened not only never happened, but it will never happen. I hope no one will remember me anymore ------------------------ Tweet (although I am lazy, I still wrote a bit): The protagonist is a clone of the evil god. She is really trying to save the world and becomes stronger by constantly reading files to save the world. However, as a member of the evil god, knowledge is polluting. She can only continue to erase the existence of herself and other evil gods to fight for a place for human survival. In the end, there is only a one-sided farewell. Due to length reasons (completed), there are not as many high-profile characters as in the second book, but it gives people the feeling that everyone is the spark of salvation. The most impressive sentence is: Daoxiang Village, the nameless man worships "Perhaps when the Luo Shu turned the hourglass upside down for the first time, the boundary between the human Luo Shu and the evil god Gherros was already blurred." ---------------------------------- The second book (introduction to the book) "What are you eating?" The dumplings in the bowl split open and opened the human body in one bite. Human blood mixed with spicy pepper sprayed all over your face: "I'm eating people, what are you eating?"] ["What are you listening to?" "Weird sounds." "How did you hear it?" The strange man turned his head and said, "Hee hee, do you want to try [communicating]? Two people with similar minds, one cuts out the heart, the other gougs out the ear, and then a specific 'eight tone weevil' eats the heart and ears. If you take it again, you can let the language cross the species barrier."] ["What are you drinking?" The other party handed over [an advertising flyer from Guicheng] [Warning]: This product is a weird preparation for seeking to integrate into human society. Please stay calm after drinking it. It is a normal experience to see parts of your body randomly falling off or growing parts that should not exist. Please do not panic. " [Very true user feedback]: Well, well, after so many years in human society, drinking this feels like returning home."] What kind of world is this? ?? Liu Yulou, an ordinary female college student who unfortunately entered the survival game through time travel, fell silent. Fortunately, she had the help of a simulator. Born and died, over and over again, I spent thousands of lives piling up a bloody road home! It's just... [The kind simulator sent you a photo of the first blood. ] No, who has a good simulator that taunts the host every day? (Please think of the protagonist as the world. In the abyss of despair, let me shine this little light) -------------------------------- Tweet: It is about the protagonist traveling through the ancient times full of weirdness, and the process of changing from a person in a prosperous world to a person in troubled times. The author's writing is very meaningful, and it really feels like everyone is the protagonist. The most impressive thing is: he responded to the noise with silence and returned to the text. People say that he is aloof and lonely, but they do not know that he is building a cultural bridge with his own flesh and blood. When the bridge collapses, he will become the last piece of mortise and tenon on the bridge pier, allowing civilization to pass through the gaps between his bones. "Fantasy, weirdness, tragedy, these are the main colors of the troubled times. The arrival of the people of the prosperous age has witnessed the stories of these heroic heroes, and perhaps when the world no longer has the tragedy of - prosperity, all natures are miserable; death, all natures are miserable, that will be the day when the people of the prosperous age return home (just a wild guess)" --------------------------------
Yes, I have! A thousand-year secret war between the Guardians and the Lockbreakers has come to an end. The Lockbreaker attempts to collect nine ancient sacred objects - the Ancient Mirror of All Spirits, the Core of the Tower of Babel, the Eye of Horus, the Xuanyuan Sword, the Sky Eye, the Eastern Emperor Bell, the Solar Calendar Stone, the Ark of the Covenant, and the Philosopher's Stone - to activate the living starship "Stellar Whale" crystal to welcome the so-called "return of the supervisor of the mother star." Who can win the final victory?
There really is! Regardless of the author's writing style, overall structure level, logic, depth of the work, knowledge involved, etc., This book is a rare realistic classic on the Internet in the past ten years! It was first published on Tomato and has since been reprinted on multiple platforms; the short play is currently in production! Very suitable for book lovers born in the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s!
Don't believe that Tomato doesn't have a big masterpiece? This doomsday article directly refreshes your understanding! Rebirth and revenge + high IQ game, the plot is interlocking, the foreshadowing is very deep, and the description of human nature is real and sharp. It is very enjoyable to watch it.
The first book of All Heavens and All Realms, the calamity of the human race, the struggle of all races in the universe and starry sky! The second book is Doomsday Heavens, Ancient Dragon Heroes, Yitian, Tianlong, Tang Dynasty, Fengyun, Yangshen, Great Zhou Royal Family, Zhetian, Journey to the West, and Fengshen! The third book is about martial arts time travel and game invasion!
Deep thoughts, wide-open imagination, multi-system writing, the system is just a small junk prop, the best fighting power in the world, the prehistoric world is not ranked in the novice village. The middle world avenue world is just the lowest. The creatures in the other side of the world opened their eyes directly by imagining each world as a flower and a world. The source world of destiny in the middle world was forcibly bound to all worlds, and one world was destroyed and all worlds were destroyed. The top-ranked world setting in the middle world has broken through the sky. The setting of the high-level world is more exciting, the world is infinite, the plot is good-looking, dense and new, the logic is clear, the setting combat power is high enough, and it is fun to watch. IQ online. Always invincible, funny, refreshing, relaxed and enjoyable, daily play.
The old-school Ming Dynasty novel has no system and no golden fingers. The author wants to use this book to conduct a social experiment to see if the protagonist can save the Ming Dynasty. If you read on, at least the logic is online for now, but there are a lot of dark plots + bloody wars + assassination and spy battles.
This book is very good. Please, please read my work. It's called Imprint Echo, No Dream Today. The world view is absolutely new and grand, but it's a new book. No one is watching.
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