Once you stop writing.

The small room suddenly began to shrink.

Before this, Lin Chong and King Yama were facing each other, with only a desk between them.

Now Lin Chong was squeezed so hard that he had to go up to the table to speak.

"Please write quickly!" Lin Chong urged King Yama, he was about to be doomed.

"There is no ink left. He had planned it long ago. When hope appears, it will also be the moment of my death..." King Yama fell on the chair, with despair in his bitter smile. When the end really came, he would not be too surprised or struggle. "I should have died with the old days long ago. I am just making you laugh if I hold on."

"Be strong!" Lin Chong grabbed the inkstone and it was dry. It must have been written for tens of thousands of years, but it was dry at this moment? It must be the backdoor left by the Supreme Being.

what to do?

Over at the 704 think tank, the light bulbs in their heads were about to explode.

Suddenly, someone had an idea: you don’t need ink to write!

When Lin Chong heard the message from 704, an idea immediately struck him. He grabbed King Yama's sleeve and said, "I'm sorry."

What... King Yama didn't understand for a moment, and Lin Erzhong in front of him suddenly raised his right hand, and like a civet cat or an animal, a shiny sharp blade popped out from the tip of his index finger.

Nanocrystalline blade.

This substitute is a controlled substance on Earth.

This blade is capable of piercing any substance known to man on earth.

Now, he cut King Yama's wrist and blood immediately flowed out, and soon gathered into a pool in the inkstone. Hey, that's it!

"Please write quickly."

Lin Chong reminded King Yama.

"Your Excellency is very smart, but if you want me to write with blood, it would be better to cut my left hand." King Yama praised Lin Chong expressionlessly. He was used to writing with his right hand, and now his right hand was cut like this... Fortunately, he could also write with his left hand, but he was very clumsy.

"...I'm sorry, if my body were covered in blood, I wouldn't have to cut you." Lin Chong apologized, and in his haste, he forgot to distinguish between his left and right hands.

However, this mechanical substitute does not have blood, and is only designed with some simple and necessary tools, such as blades and ropes. Next time, I should give some suggestions to the manufacturer and ask them to add the four treasures of the study as well.

King Yama wrote the Book of Dead Souls with blood, and the collapse of space stopped. However, the blood in his body was limited, and this emergency measure could not last long.

"My blood is actually red. It's been a long time since I achieved the noble position and saw such bright red blood." King Yama looked at his own blood and marveled at it.

"Let's talk about something serious." Lin Chong reminded King Yan Luo that now was not the time to study human body science. "Please tell me what the grudge between the old gods and the Supreme is, and why the old gods also obey the orders of the Supreme?"

"Why do you obey the Supreme?" King Yama looked at Lin Chong in surprise, as if the question was too absurd. "You were born and raised here, and you practiced Taoism, became an immortal, cut the three flowers, and became a noble. All of these were granted by him. Can you still rebel against heaven?"

"But according to what you said, the highest was achieved by splitting history, and the enlightenment came after you." Lin Chong frowned.

“No, no, no. Before the Supreme came to the world, there was life and death, and then there was the underworld. Everything in the underworld was achieved with the help of the Supreme.” King Yama shook his head.

"What's the matter with splitting history and creating the heavens?" Lin Chong was almost confused.

“This matter…I really don’t know much about it. It’s just that when the underworld collapsed, the Great Emperor Dongyue said this, and then the Supreme Being awakened, and the Dead Souls were formed. As for the specific situation, you have to ask the Great Emperor Dongyue. The emperor is imprisoned in the Heaven of Dead Souls, so I’m afraid I can’t ask him either.” King Yama shook his head.

"There really is a Great Emperor of Dongyue..." Lin Chong continued to frown, but at this time he was reminded by 704. He was stunned and subconsciously said, "Really?"

Huh? King Yama didn't know who Lin Chong was talking to.

"I have a question." Lin Chong asked King Yama with a very serious expression, "What is a root fruit? I just guessed that you were using the root fruit for cultivation. Why were you so angry?"

“Root Fruit…” King Yama smiled bitterly, “You have entered the Root Fruit before you saw me. How could you still not know that the Root Fruit is my corpse?”

Ah... Lin Chong was stunned. Although 704 had some guesses, their guesses were still far from this. They believed that the root fruit might be a magic weapon of the old gods or something like that.

"That's not right." Lin Chong shook his head subconsciously, pointing out the absurdity. "But there are hundreds of billions of mortal worlds in the heavens, and the realm of dead souls also has countless mortal worlds. Where did you old gods get so many corpses... One breath into three pure ones? A body of hair?!"

When Lin Chong asked this question, there was no need for the King of Hell to answer. He immediately got an explanation from 704: Who said that a god can only have one corpse?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

To achieve the position of Daluo, a Golden Immortal must cultivate 180,000 incarnations. Those old gods who have experienced hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of calamities all have infinite incarnations, such as the Three Pure Ones who can be transformed into one breath, and Sun Wukong who can have infinite hairs that fall and become soldiers when he shakes.

“So…so…” Lin Chong was a little shocked by the truth, “So the mortal world to which the Dead Soul Heaven belongs is made up of corpses cut from the limbs of the old gods. The Dead Soul Heaven is a heaven built on the corpses of the old gods!”

"That's right." King Yama nodded.

"Then your existence is actually just an incarnation, and you have been divided into countless parts and turned into countless roots and fruits in the mortal world?" Lin Chong asked again.

"I don't know how many there are, but these are all orders from the Supreme Being, and they are difficult to disobey." King Yama said this, sighed, and suddenly threw the pen to the ground, "Since this is the case, why bother to linger on?"

"Wait, wait!" Lin Chong hurriedly picked up the pen and stuffed it back into King Yama's hand. "I have one more question, the last one. What exactly is the Supreme Lord of the Dead Souls made of? You said he attained enlightenment before you and imprisoned the Emperor Dongyue, but I can't find any gods before him even after searching the history books of my world!"

That's right, in just a short period of time, the think tank on Earth has looked through all the gods related to the underworld, various unofficial histories and official records, but there is no official higher than the Emperor of Dongyue.

“Hehe…” King Yama laughed, “Think about it carefully, I can think of it. Sorry, I can’t mention his original name. If you attract his attention, this world will be turned into a land of corpses, and you will not be spared. But think about it carefully, the truth is right in front of you…”

At this time, the space was so narrow that it seemed to be clamped by two walls.

King Yama's table and chair were crushed. He sat among a pile of broken wood, looking particularly pitiful. However, before he completely disappeared, King Yama said one more sentence: "If you really have the true history of the world in your hand, you can use it to revive me. Remember, remember..."

Bang!

The space was completely compressed into a line.

Lin Chong's mechanical stand-in was also crushed into powder, and this perspective completely disappeared.

Five more~