Bai Yan said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, what do you think..."
"Show me the iron plate in your hand!" I seemed to be looking at the iron plate, but in fact, I had already felt a storm in my heart.
What a coincidence, everything is a coincidence!
From the moment I opened Seinfeld's notes, it was like we were walking into a pre-arranged script. The time, place, characters, and events are not only exactly the same.
What's even more frightening is that this script can also be "error corrected". Even if we have already prepared to forcibly modify the "script", it will make us return to the original track.
If it weren't for the detective's hand to split the wall with anger, nothing would have happened.
If it weren't for my knife, someone would definitely die under the knife's head.
If Bai Yan didn't have a pair of golden gloves that could block the sharp blade of the magic weapon, that person would have half of the blade pierced through his throat.
If there hadn't been that nail board on the ground, the results might have changed.
Everything is moving forward in an orderly manner, step by step, cannot be changed, and it is irreversible.
While my mind was racing with thoughts, my palm accidentally touched the groove on the edge of the iron plate. When I turned the iron plate sideways and looked at it, I saw a notch on the edge of the iron plate: "This iron plate is a puzzle piece." …”
Bai Yan and I suddenly looked at each other and said in unison: "The Wordless Book of Heaven!"
If this iron plate is also a part of the "Wordless Heavenly Book", then if the entire Heavenly Book is connected together, could it be the way to open the cemetery of immortals and demons
I said in a deep voice: "Where will the next disaster be?"
"An hour later, the mill in the town!" Bai Yan turned around without waiting for me to speak: "Everyone rushes to the mill. We have to dig three feet into the ground to find the next piece of the Book of Heaven."
I followed Bai Yan quickly towards the mill, my head spinning rapidly: "Bai Yan, where is Song Feihang's body?"
Bai Yan turned his head sharply: "What do you want to say?"
I rolled my eyes slightly to the side: "Look over there."
Bai Yan turned his head slightly, and his body couldn't help but stiffen slightly. There was a figure hidden behind the corner in the distance. Most of the other person's body was hidden behind the corner, but a bunch of pale hair was exposed from the wall. The bun was exactly like the dead Song Feihang. There are eight points of similarity.
Bai Yan made a gentle gesture to me, and we both stood up and flew towards the wall at the same time. Bai Yan's figure went straight to the corner of the earth wall, but I put my feet on the wall and jumped up, stepped on the top of the wall and fell to the back of the earth wall.
By the time I stood firm on my feet, Bai Yan's gold-gloved palm had already stretched out from the wall and grabbed behind the target.
The speed of Bai Yan's attack was not bad. Even if I was caught off guard, it would be difficult to escape the opponent's grasping hand. However, the man standing in the corner was like a piece of paper blown by the wind, and was carried by Bai Yan's palm. With so much force, he put his feet on the ground and slid forward more than two meters.
Bai Yan and I stretched out our hands to chase after him for a few steps. Our palms took turns to reach out and grab each other's shoulders again and again. However, when our fingers were about to touch his body, the man suddenly moved forward and slipped out of our hands by just a hair. Walk.
Ren Tianqing, who was chasing from behind, shouted loudly: "You two, don't let the wind come to you!"
Bai Yan and I looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. Is that person constantly being blown forward because of the strong wind brought by our arms? Is that a person or a piece of paper
Bai Yan and I had no time to explore each other's movements. At the same time, we suppressed the strength on our arms and stretched out our palms towards each other. But what I didn't expect was that the other party actually floated into the air the moment we took action, and was off the ground. He turned around half a meter away, faced me and Bai Yan, and landed three meters away.
Seinfeld!
A chill suddenly rose in my heart.
The skin on the man's face had completely lost water. At first glance, it looked like a layer of waxy oil paper had been applied to his face, but from his facial features, one could still tell that he was Sein Feihang.
I was just stunned for a moment before my eyes fell on the hourglass in Song Feihang's hand.
There is a withered human hand at each end of the hourglass. If you don't look at Seinfeld holding the hourglass, the hourglass seems to be held in mid-air by a pair of dead hands extending from the netherworld.
The blood-red sand in the hourglass was now less than an inch high. When I looked up at Song Feihang again, the blood-red sand in the hourglass had flowed away unstoppably like running water.
"Time's up!" When Sein Feihang looked towards us with a sneer, a scream came from the distance.
Something happened at the mill!
I subconsciously looked between the mills. Bai Yan's figure surged up, his feet were in the wind, and he flew straight into the air. His two palms bent into the shape of eagle claws exploded with strength. The claw shadows in the sky were like a whirlwind, and they struck around Song Feihang. Down.
Goshawk Eight Spins!
I couldn't help but narrow my eyes slightly.
In an instant, Bai Yan circled down from the sky like an evil eagle preying on prey. The claws flying in the sky began to gradually shrink and surround Song Feihang, trapping him within less than one meter.
Bai Yan was afraid that Song Feihang would use his own strength to escape again, so he used the "Eight Spins of Goshawk" technique, which trapped the enemy with his claw shadow and then killed him with one blow.
At the moment when Bai Yan's claws were gathered together to clasp onto Song Feihang's shoulders, Song Feihang, who had been standing motionless like a wooden stake, suddenly had a burst of energy under his feet, like yellow sand stirred up by a whirlwind, starting from Song Feihang's feet , roared upward toward his head, completely covering his figure in just the blink of an eye.
The next moment, the energy from Bai Yan's palms collided with the sand swirling up in the air. The tornado-like sand was instantly shattered by the huge force and splashed in all directions. The sky was immediately covered with sand and dust. sight.
When the sand cleared, I saw Bai Yan falling to the ground with empty hands, but Song Feihang was nowhere to be found.
Bai Yan turned around with a gloomy face and asked, "Brother Wang, did you see clearly where that person was going?"
"No!" I hesitated before saying, "But he definitely didn't run in any other direction!"
I'm telling the truth. No matter how fast Song Feihang is, he can't reach 100 meters in an instant. No matter which direction he goes, he can't escape from my sight unless he escapes at the moment of fighting Bai Yan. underground.
Bai Yan and I looked at the ground at the same time, and both took a breath of cold air.
I don't believe that anyone in this world really knows how to escape from the earth. Even if the escape skills of Eastern ninjas are said to be amazing, they are just techniques to escape through blindness. But Seinfeld really disappeared before our eyes!
"Give me the knife!" Bai Yan grabbed a long knife from a detective. He held the knife straight into the ground with both hands. The moment the three-foot-long knife sank into the soil, the strength of Bai Yan's hands exploded, and the sand on the ground fell from both sides of the blade. The side quilt collapsed into the air, and a three-foot-deep hole was carved out of the white rock on the ground. However, apart from the moist sand, there was no trace of Song Feihang on the ground.
Bai Yan couldn't help but break out a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. He stared at the sand and stood motionless. After a long while, he said, "How's it going at the mill?"
Someone replied in a low voice: "A brother is broken!"
"Take me there!" I was the first to go to the mill.
When we arrived at the scene of the incident, the detective who was pinned down by the stone mill was already dead. Judging from the position where he died, it seemed that the man was hit on the head by the flying stone mill and died on the spot.
Bai Yan said solemnly: "How did he die?"
Someone replied: "After we surrounded the mill, he was on guard. After we found an iron plate from the ceiling of the mill, the ground..."
The detective glanced at Bai Yan's face and then whispered: "Suddenly a gust of wind blew on the ground, blowing up the stone mill. At that time, many of us were calling him, but he was motionless as if possessed by a demon. He was standing on the ground, and his head was smashed open by a stone mill!"
"A gust of wind?" Bai Yan's face was extremely gloomy.
Although the stone mill on the ground is not big, it still weighs hundreds of kilograms. No typhoon above level 7 or 8 can blow it up, let alone hit someone on the head in a crowd of people with perfect accuracy. superior. However, who can fake what happened in front of everyone
Juefa, who had been silent all this time, said in a trembling voice: "Wang Huan, Commander Bai, didn't you say that people won't die before the time comes? Didn't you say that there is still half an hour before the disaster will start? What's going on? thing?"
I said solemnly: "Show me the iron plate in the mill?"
There were two pictures painted on the iron plate dug out from the mill. In the first picture, a man seemed to be walking while lowering his head in thought. He did not notice at all that a stone fell from the sky. In the second painting is the hourglass we just saw. The hourglass is held in the air by a withered dead hand, and the fine sand inside seems to be flowing rapidly.
I said solemnly: "Is this the God of Death's hourglass? A myth spread from the West. In ancient Persian mythology, the God of Death does not use a book of life and death to record a person's lifespan, but an hourglass. When the God of Death turns over your hourglass time, it will hasten your death.”
"The painting on the iron plate records this myth. The mortal does not know that the God of Death is playing with the hourglass that belongs to him. He is still thinking about his own affairs, but death has come quietly. He can only let the God of Death arrange it. Died in an accident.”
Bai Yan said solemnly: "You mean, the hourglass of death has appeared at Tianshakou?"
"Yes!" I nodded: "The myths about fate and divination in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, are actually very similar. They all say that fate is irreversible. Once you try to touch the taboos of fate, the gods will punish you."
As I spoke, I pointed to the iron plate and said, "If we follow what the myth says, divine punishment has already begun. The God of Death will continue to turn over the hourglass belonging to each of us, accelerating our death."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up..." Juefa roared before I could finish my words: "This is China, this is the desert, not Persia, and no one believes in the God of Death. Shut your mouth!"