My Lord.
That which lies beneath the great abyss, sings for you with its great performance that reverses time and space.
When the abyss revived for the 30 millionth time, the legends from the past were singing in the same way, automatically playing the great music from the past -
As the prayers reflected the musical totems of thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago, the creatures on the ancient murals licked everything in the past, trying to change the path of destiny through the great hymns of the abyss.
Chant! Sing! Call!
How to express that emotion?
My Lord...
My Lord, please listen to my singing—
Gu Xingmiao's eyes were like stars, and the surging light was as bright and brilliant as the Milky Way in the universe.
Her eyes dropped, staring at the characters being swallowed one by one.
I always feel like I hear a certain tone over and over again.
none……
Ownerless?
Ownerless things? Or ownerless mouths?
“…”
Her expression changed slightly, as if she felt that her homophony was a bit too strange and too forced.
But the repetitive sound it made was indeed a cause for concern.
But obviously, she was not the only one who misunderstood the meaning. People from China also understood the tone as "ownerless".
I even thought that maybe this strange polluted body was surrendering to Gu Xingmiao?
Although Qin Ye's student was a doctoral student of ancient culture with extensive research on music, he also felt that the operation of these characters was extremely abstract and did not seem like something that humans could come up with.
He even secretly wondered in his heart, is this some kind of brain-burning suspenseful plot setting? But this subtlety is too much of a test for professionalism, right?
I'm afraid only music students can understand it——
Most people wouldn't even associate them together.
"Professor Qin, do you want to post this on the barrage?" A researcher holding a computer nearby said in a serious tone.
Qin Ye shook his head: "Don't send it yet."
The Special Research Institute wasn't about to tell everyone everything in the comments. They would rush to answer those innocuous truths in the comments to help themselves reach their desired level as quickly as possible. But for those answers that might shake people's values and rationality...
Whether to send it or not requires careful consideration.
"Xiao He, it's true that I made the right decision to let you join the team." Qin Ye's eyes flashed with relief, and he gently patted the other person's shoulder and said, "I don't know whether letting you know the truth about the world in advance is cruel or a reward."
The man, who was a little embarrassed by the instructor's praise, suddenly paused, looked up suddenly, and seemed a little confused: "...Instructor, what do you mean by that?"
Qin Ye glanced at the other person before saying, "That's what you think, Xiao He. After all this time, you're such a smart person, didn't you notice anything wrong?"
Xiao He almost blurted out: Of course he felt something was wrong!
But like most Chinese people, live streaming has official endorsement, so they naturally rationalize it from various angles.
"Xiao He, the world of live streaming is real." Old Zhang said with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh, "It seems we don't need to worry too much about many people discovering the reality so quickly."
Xiao He: “…”
He was still in shock, and only then did he learn from everyone's conversation that—
The world in live broadcast is not only the real world, but also the truth of the future world.
So, Gu Xingmiao’s time travel was real time travel, not a script setting or acting -!
She really traveled from the Chinese world to another world.
But looking at Gu Xingmiao's calm and restrained look, he didn't think that Gu Xingmiao was an ordinary Chinese.
This person is clearly a strong person who has the buff of brain power and calmness.
But when Xiao He turned around and wanted to say something to his tutor, he found that the people who had gathered around him had disappeared at some point. Everyone returned to their posts and continued to study the information at hand.
The shock in his heart was beyond words.
When watching the live broadcast with the intention of looking into the future, the feeling and mood are completely different.
That is the world four thousand years later.
That was the live broadcast of Gu Xingmiao's daily life as she survived alone in another world.
The Chinese people don’t know that if a life disappears in the live broadcast room, it means that someone is dying in the world 4,000 years from now.
Their compatriots.
A young girl from China is fighting against the terrifying weirdness in the future. There are many young people like her in the future, and they are all fighting against pollution.
Obviously, the meaning that the mentor did not explain is precisely what he meant.
The human beings of today will one day step into darkness.
Perhaps it is the year 2175 mentioned in the live broadcast and the diary, the Earth five years later.
That world of cannibalism and meat-eating.
Gu Xingmiao wanted to pick up a musical note on the ground and hold it in his hand to see what was different about it, but was stopped by Huang Daxian.
"Human, your death energy is already so high, do you want to add more death energy to yourself?" Huang Daxian's voice was heavy, but he was serious.
Gu Xingmiao paused for a moment, and when no one noticed, he picked up a few notes and slowly pressed them with his fingertips, saying perfunctorily, "Too many debts will not weigh you down."
Wong Tai Sin:?
Don't bully yourself for not understanding human culture. Is this how the word is used in this scenario?
Sure enough, a little bit of musical note will not increase the pollution value on oneself.
...Of course, Gu Xingmiao couldn't help but think that this might be due to the blessing of Kuafu's peach branch and sun-shooting bow.
It's always a good thing.
This means that I have become more immune to pollution. At least I don’t have to worry about becoming an insane monster because of pollution.
The sounds of human musical instruments are becoming quieter and quieter, and the pieces that represent cultural identity passed down in our genes are naturally coming to an end.
Gu Xingmiao clearly couldn't understand the music played by the humans in the Alliance, and even the melodies were extremely awkward and immature, but Gu Xingmiao knew that the civilized stars had already been unstoppable in the interstellar space in the wasteland era.
Just need to be inspired, need to learn, need to understand the past.
When we thoroughly understand and learn from the past, that is when humanity sets sail.
That huge mouth was also decaying and breaking down bit by bit, constantly dropping debris onto the ground, and finally it emitted an extremely sad and strange melody, and gradually dissipated in the air.
When the surrounding light began to return, Gu Xingmiao stuffed Huang Daxian into her bag and found that the trembling notes in her hand were slowly disappearing.
Only a ?-shaped eighth note fell right into her palm.
As silent as an ornament.
"You don't want to keep this thing, do you?" Huang Daxian was very alert.
There were already enough things in the bag, just putting a peach branch in it would be enough. He couldn't bear to have such an evil thing in the same room with him.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
