Volume 2, Chapter 179: Burning the Talisman to Ask for Directions.
Ye Tingmu looked down and saw a small arrow appearing on the yellow pass in his hand.
The arrow is green, not yellow.
It feels a bit like a holographic projection.
But it is different.
Because this thing will rotate in the direction he is going and flash from time to time.
And the direction of the arrow always pointed to the clay sculpture in front of him.
This naturally confused him.
"The difficult path lies in this clay sculpture."
He was lost in thought, and the previous conversation with Jian Wushu emerged in his mind.
He once said that since everything is on a predetermined track, one will naturally be guided once one enters it.
But I myself am not clear about this guidance.
It is said equivocally that guidance will appear when the time is right.
It seems that this guide is the so-called guidance.
It seems that this small talisman paper was not made by Jian Wushu, but was passed down from the ancestors of the Jian family.
If that's the case, then this thing is definitely not simple. Maybe it's the work of the ancestor god.
Thinking of this, his Adam's apple rolled unnaturally.
I was slightly shocked.
If this is true, then God had already planned this journey to the underworld long ago.
It is very possible, otherwise why would the Jian family guard the burial site for 250 million years?
And the body in the burial ground looked like it had been prepared long ago, as if it had anticipated this disaster.
And then arranged all this to help himself break out?
In this case, the person who arranged all this must be too powerful.
Who could this person be?
In his opinion, the probability of it being the ancestor god is higher.
The power of the ancestor god has probably exceeded his imagination.
He can know what will happen 200 million years in the future.
There are only two possibilities in itself.
The first one is that his supernatural powers can already deduce everything that will happen in the future.
Being able to destroy the world is not powerful enough. Being able to fix the trajectory of the future is the real terror.
The second type is the so-called ancestor god, who has been separated from the essence of all things.
An existence that transcends time.
He can travel through time and space at will and go to any time point.
Then I saw everything that happened in the future and tried to change it all.
Whether it is the former or the latter, it can only be said that the power of the ancestor god is completely beyond Ye Tingmu's imagination.
Even if he imagined this in his mind for a moment, he could feel his sea of consciousness being excited.
He shook his head, knowing that now was not the time to think about these things.
The most urgent task is to find the reincarnation road leading to the burial ground and then sneak across.
Only in this way can we face the future thousand-year catastrophe.
Just as he was thinking, Ye Tingmu didn't notice at all that the eyes of the clay sculpture in front of him moved slightly.
Ye Tingmu calmed his thoughts and began to study the clay sculpture in front of him.
Obviously, the yellow pass points to the clay sculpture in front of us.
Then the road should be in this clay sculpture.
Or perhaps the mystery lies in the clay sculpture.
He began to carefully study the clay sculpture in front of him.
Don't miss any corner or detail.
He felt that there must be a mechanism.
He walked around the clay sculpture again and again, looking at it again and again, and knocking on the stone slabs around it on the ground one by one.
No abnormalities were found.
He looked up at the tall clay sculpture and gritted his teeth. Since there was nothing below, it could only be above.
He rolled up his sleeves and climbed up the arm of the clay sculpture.
And in the distance, the old man fishing had stars flashing in his eyes.
The corners of his mouth tilted up slightly, and he smiled and shook his head.
"What an interesting little fellow! He actually doesn't know how to use the pass."
"Well, since you are his descendant, I will make a good relationship with you and help you."
As he spoke, his hands trembled slightly.
The fishing rod in his hand vibrated.
Then there was a "dong..." sound.
The Star Sea Lake was surging with waves.
A golden koi fish jumped out of the water.
It turned into a ray of white light that pierced through the void and headed straight towards where Ye Tingmu was.
At this time, Ye Tingmu had already climbed to the halfway point of the clay sculpture.
As he found a place to stand.
He was about to reach out and touch the raised part of the clay sculpture.
But at this moment, a strange scene suddenly appeared.
Suddenly, a gust of evil wind came from somewhere.
It hit him straight on.
It was like being kicked.
Ye Tingmu couldn't stand steadily.
It fell straight down from a height of several meters.
With a loud "boom..."
Smoke and dust rose up.
Ye Tingmu stood up in a panic, cursing.
"Grass, where does the wind come from?"
Fortunately, my soul and body don’t feel any pain, so it’s okay.
It's just strange. Why did the wind blow out of nowhere? This is not normal.
This place is nothing but dead silent yellow sand and wandering souls.
There is nothing else.
There must be something strange about this wind.
Just when he was about to try again.
Suddenly a golden light flashed before my eyes.
Seeing this scene, Ye Tingmu instinctively drew his sword.
But he found that his waist was empty.
He looked up, his eyes full of vigilance.
It is dark here, where does the light come from?
At this moment, the golden light spread out in front of him, beside the clay sculpture.
Finally, four large gold-plated characters appeared in mid-air.
Ye Tingmu was surprised and read it out loud as well.
"Burning talismans to ask for directions."
The font only lasted for a moment before disappearing without a trace.
Ye Tingmu touched his chin, and there was more horror in his eyes.
He subconsciously turned his gaze towards the yellow pass in his hand.
He looked around again.
Apart from the grayness, there are still waves of wandering souls all over the mountains.
But there is one thing he knows clearly: this light is man-made.
In other words, there is no one here except him, a living soul.
There must be other conscious beings out there.
But he couldn't see where it was.
He wondered why the other party told him.
Or why the other party would help you.
Is it out of kindness?
This answer is obviously not convincing.
How could I possibly be related to the people in this place where people died?
So what is it all for?
To be honest, he couldn't figure it out.
He looked at the pass in his hand, lost in thought.
He is instinctively wary of unknown things and life.
This is also the sequelae left after experiencing too many life and death situations over the years.
So even at this moment, someone told him to burn the talisman and ask Luo.
He remained cautious and began to analyze.
It’s not that he doesn’t know how to burn it, but he doesn’t dare to burn it.
Now I am powerless.
A group of people with poor strength.
When he thought of the hand that suddenly appeared when he entered the stone gate before, he still felt a lingering fear.
If it weren't for the pass, he would probably have died.
Now someone actually asked him to burn this talisman paper.
He naturally resisted.
What if Wang Yi gets cheated, or what if he burns it himself and it has no effect? That would be the end of him.
I have never met him before, and I don’t even know who made the move.
Just let him do what he said, but Ye Tingmu said that he couldn't do it because of his personality.
All we seek is a sense of security.
Things that involve risk must be handled with caution.
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