Devil Seeds

Chapter 29 – Could It Be Another World? (Add More For Favorites)

Chapter 29 Could it be another world? (Add more for favorites)

When Song Wenqing’s palm lightly covered the stone tablet engraved with the word “God’s Tomb”, a line of words suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

“Do you want to give up everything you already have and start an adventure with a new attitude?”

Below the text, there are two options of continue and exit.

It seems that Ke Xiaoliang ‘humanized’ the setting of Huzhongjie a lot.

But in fact, this is simply a false proposition.

It took a few hours to do pre-rendering, and the word “God’s Tomb” was used to shock the mind and make people think.

At this time, how could anyone who still has the spirit of fighting in their hearts choose to give up?

And those who choose to give up have no willpower if they think about it. Even if they squeeze… they can’t squeeze out a few pieces, and if they give up, they give up.

Song Qingwen did not hesitate, and directly chose to continue. He still came this time with a split soul.

So even if there is any danger, the loss is not too big.

What’s more, after experiencing the last “test”, he has a lot of admiration for the “faceless man” who created this world, and he doesn’t quite believe that this is a trap.

“It will be a long journey, and you will feel alone and lonely, and those dangers will become insignificant to you. You may even feel that you are just wasting time, just chasing an impossible The miracle of existence.”

Below the text, there are options to continue and exit again.

Song Qingwen chose to continue more quickly.

“The journey of life is always lonely, and all people and things are just an experience in this journey. So for the gods, is their loneliness due to their experiences? They have existed, so Did you choose death again?”

The gradually magnificent and distant music began to gradually become louder and louder in Song Qingwen’s ears.

Then he felt a suction, absorbing and even shaping his soul.

He did not resist, allowing this force to transform him.

After that power disappeared, Song Qingwen felt that his true power was suppressed by a fragile seal, and he turned into a weird little man, standing in a dark cave with nothing in front of him. Due to his unclear vision, he couldn’t figure out his true state at all.

This feels weird.

It’s like returning to the era of being an ordinary person again.

Weak, weak, and all kinds of physical qualities are extremely fragile.

A little darkness can cause great trouble.

In the darkness, something seems to be swimming quickly. Just clinging to his body, breathing coldly at him.

But Song Qingwen couldn’t see it.

For a moment, he wanted to tear off the seal, but saw a new paragraph of text appearing in front of him.

“If you want to give up, you can do it at any time. After all, not everyone can bear the feeling of loneliness and fragility. Even the gods who used to be high can’t bear it. No one will criticize you. A true warrior can always Face up to your inner vulnerability.”

Below the seemingly comforting dialogue, there are still options to continue or quit.

Under the background of this option, the above paragraph becomes like irony and sarcasm.

Although it seems…it seems that there is no such meaning.

Song Qingwen restrained his impulse and began to **** in the dark.

Soon he found a dry torch, and found some phosphor powder and two pieces of flint in the corner.

Lighted the torch.

The darkness was dispelled.

He saw where he was.

This is a ‘hall’ that looks a bit weird.

Rows of wooden chairs crumbled or collapsed in the rubble.

The snow-white gauze has traces of being burned by the fire, but now it is covered with dust.

On the dome above the head, there are still incomplete paintings.

In the murals, some blond or platinum-blond hair, thinly dressed, but winged monsters have deep and sacred eyes, as if they want to reach out and grab something.

The ugly monster with horns on its head and bat wings on its back was pierced to the ground by them with a sword wrapped in flames, as if crying.

“A feathered man from Yizhou?” Song Qingwen felt a little strange.

Because even the Yuren of Yizhou, the wings on their backs are by no means pure white.

Most gray and brown, and variegated color confusion.

Only the sixteen-pillar family with more noble and pure blood can have blue and purple wings.

As for the highest royal family, silver and gold wings.

Go forward with a torch.

Straight ahead is a tall podium.

Directly behind the podium is a big cross.

On the cross, a decomposed corpse was crucified.

The wrists of both hands of the corpse were firmly tied to the cross by a silver nail.

The feet are stacked together, pierced by a silver nail, and nailed to the end of the cross.

Beside the corpse, there seemed to be some words written in blood.

But Song Wenqing didn’t know these characters.

There is a thick book on the table on the podium.

Blowing off the dust on the cover, Song Qingwen opened the book.

The words on the page seem to be consistent with those on the wall.

belong to unfamiliar characters that he does not understand.

At this moment, Song Qingwen suddenly had an illusion.

“Could it be that… I really have come to a different world through some means?”

Strange characters, strange murals, strange buildings…these are incompatible with the “common sense” that Song Qingwen understands and knows.

croak!

Some crows made strange calls outside the broken door not far away.

Song Qingwen looked around in this ‘hall’ again.

In addition to the book that did not understand the script, he also found several silver or copper crosses, a letter that was also incomprehensible, and some meaningless fragments.

After no more gains, Song Qingwen walked out of the ‘hall’.

Looking back, it seems to be a separate building.

The architectural style is weird. It should be a grand and solemn style, but it looks eerie because of the dark clouds and wind.

Of course, this small exaggeration of the atmosphere cannot cause the slightest psychological pressure for a big boss like Song Qingwen.

What really puzzled and puzzled him was always the fact that this place was different from everything he knew.

Not far in front of the weird-style building is a large cemetery.

Over the cemetery, a large number of crows hovered.

And in front of each tomb, there is a wooden sign in the shape of a cross.

Some of them were engraved with words that Song Qingwen could not understand.

Song Qingwen staggered along the path submerged in weeds.

When he came to a small river, he finally saw the face reflected in the river with the help of the hazy sky.

It was an immature and unfamiliar face.

Slim, but with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and a head of light golden hair, the skin is also very fair, but there are many freckles.

Suddenly the sky was dark, and a bolt of lightning was pulled.

In the originally quiet river, a **** mouth suddenly popped out, biting fiercely at Song Qingwen.

Goodnight everybody!

(end of this chapter)