"Gu Xingmiao..."

"Gu Xingmiao..."

"Xingmiao..."

This time, Gu Xingmiao clearly heard countless voices calling him. Those voices coming from far away in the east were calling his name one by one.

Carrying the long cry from its hometown, carrying a certain expectation and joy, it flies to all parts of the world where she cannot see.

The hometown has already seen her prosperity and also knows her origins, and this time, they are about to meet.

She is from the 22nd century.

She came from China.

A name is indeed the shortest spell.

Sink in the calling and wake up in the calling.

It is not a hymn under a strange ancient spell, but a wanderer born under the red flag and cared for by thousands of people.

And it was at this time, when all the people kept pushing their figures out of the space, he passed by those floating shadows one by one.

The shadows record fragments of memories from the past. Each small fragment of memory belongs to a certain person's life, so they are actually different.

Gu Xingmiao understood.

She finally understood—

What are historical relics?

The gods and Buddhas of China gather here, and the immortal spirits of China rush here. This is what the heart desires, what the East is...

In places that humans cannot see, they seem to be silently protecting the world of mankind.

Even in such a tragic and tragic way——

The reason why human civilization has been interrupted and the reason why human civilization still remnants all come from this.

When pollution hits my hometown.

What humans cannot see with their naked eyes is that the gods and ancestors have been blocking the earth for a very long time.

Until one day everyone realized that the only way for humans to be reborn is to face the threat in their own way.

Those great Chinese gods who protect the earth ferment their power in a tragic and tragic way, and spread their power all over the world.

Humans are always waiting.

Waiting for opportunities, waiting for the future, waiting for good luck.

Good luck is always with you.

In the history of China, there are countless great geniuses.

Even if you pick one genius out of ten thousand, you can still pick out hundreds of thousands.

Old things.

A relic of history.

It is the greatest treasure left to mankind by the great gods, Buddhas, spirits, ancestors and forefathers.

And every old object that exists and its matching owner comes from a certain part of their consciousness.

However, the weirdness came too quickly, and civilization disappeared too quickly.

Under this intense conflict, it is difficult for humans to discover the power of the old things, to learn from them, and to summon them.

The city she was standing on was Chang'an.

Below Chang'an City is Chang'an City.

She knew that there were tens of millions of Chinese ancestors living under the city, and behind them stood tens of millions of their compatriots and ancestors, who were gods in mythology.

"This time it will be different, Gu Xingmiao. We see it, we see it, we have found hope for humanity. Just when I thought humanity would eventually die at the hands of fate—"

"I see! I see! So we have to wait until the divine ancestors of our history have sacrificed their lives before we can possess the power of the old things... This is such a tragic and tragic choice, I suddenly feel so guilty..."

"Gu Xingmiao, you're not the only one here. We're all behind you. Even though the world is about to end, because of your existence, we've learned part of the truth about the world."

"Gu Xingmiao, you're already strong enough. Don't listen to those trolls. If it weren't for you, the country's preparations would have been even more incomplete, and many more people would have died..."

In the dizziness of retreating, Gu Xingmiao seemed to hear a lot of mumbling, there were men and women, old and young, they were phantoms, but they became clear.

So noisy.

This was her first reaction.

But later she found that these sounds seemed to never disappear and kept buzzing in her ears.

wrong.

Why do these voices sound so modern, this noisy way of chatting... why does it feel so much like someone is posting comments in my mind?

Gu Xingmiao's brain seemed a little slow, and it took him a while to react.

And then, it seemed that more words and voices flashed in her mind, giving her a splitting headache.

"Be quiet," she said.

Her body seemed to sense her discomfort and turned down the sounds, even shutting off most of the noisy voices.

Although he was still standing at the fork in the road in the city, and there were several abandoned cars parked next to him, Gu Xingmiao was a little stunned.

"Shit, who is Gu Xingmiao talking to? There's no one else around, and Huang Daxian didn't say anything either. Could he be talking to us?"

"Don't tell me you've cried wolf three times already. I won't believe anything you netizens say anymore. Netizens' words are just lies..."

"No, this time is different. I really think the host can hear us. Otherwise, why would he think we're noisy? After all, our comments are so overwhelming..."

"Bullet screen?" Gu Xingmiao pinched his painful brow and forced himself to spit out two words.

Her mind was instantly quiet.

The next second, barrages of comments kept appearing like a tidal wave.

Gu Xingmiao felt like she was going to faint from reading the text.

What on earth is making that noise in my head?!

But after all, Gu Xingmiao had bound to the system before, so her first reaction was that she had a cheat code, and her second reaction was that her cheat code had appeared.

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