When the sun was about to reach the top of the head, Jenkins, who was climbing along the slope, rested on his legs. When he looked up, he finally saw a vague low building in the distance. It seemed to be the woman who led the crowd down the mountain. The so-called "sacrifice ground".
He quickened his pace and found that there seemed to be no way to go up. A few steps forward, the whole picture of the white-gray appearance of the sacrificial field, which seems to be completely spliced with huge stones, comes into view.
Those boulders have not been polished in any way, and the surface is uneven due to weathering. The crooked building makes people doubt its safety, but after entering, seeing those long boulders almost integrated with the mountain, I feel that this sacrificial place should be here.
Believers of destiny like stone buildings. They think that trees and metals have destiny, but stones do not, so they will not interfere with their touch of destiny.
The sacrificial field has a roof made of huge stones, and the whole has an inexplicable sense of simplicity and vicissitudes. After stepping on the crooked and uneven stone bricks and entering the inside, because the sun was blocked outside, Jenkins couldn't help heaving a long sigh due to the cold coolness.
There is no light source inside, and the stone-stitched building has no gaps for sunlight to shine in. So he could only take out his own candle and hold it in the palm of his hand, while looking at the giant stone statue standing on the edge inside the sacrificial field, he moved deeper.
The size of the space here is much larger than that observed from the outside. When we finally reached the end, looking towards the rear, the light coming in from the door has become smaller than a grain of rice.
At the end of the sacrificial field is a high platform, observed under the faint light of candles, it is also made of stone. On the high platform is a simple stand, and on the top of the stand is a huge closed book. The length and width of the book are as long as more than ten chocolate tails.
"Sure enough, it's not the mirror Miss Audrey mentioned."
He whispered, because the surface of the stone slabs that make up the walls of the sacrificial field is also uneven, enough to absorb sound waves, so there was no echo.
Go around the front of the high platform and find the steps on the side, stand in front of the stone support holding a candle and want to open the book. But before his hand touched the book, he stopped again, tilting his head and looking at the cover of the huge book without any words in the warm yellow flame of the candle. For some reason, an inexplicable feeling told Jenkins that he must not open it. it.
"this… "
He withdrew his hand and took two steps back, all kinds of guesses kept popping up in his mind. Suddenly, it was like a thunderbolt struck the top of his head, and a most unlikely guess appeared in Jenkins' mind:
"Isn't this [Epic of Time]?"
It's a very illogical speculation, but after thinking about this possibility, I feel that there will be no other answer.
His hands shook behind his back suddenly, as if to stay away from the book on the shelf.
Jenkins has heard of the name of "The Epic of Time" from many people in various channels, but without exception, most of those who have talked about this book and died, most of them think that they can peek at the traces of fate through "Epic of Time" , is to subject oneself to fate.
The most obvious one is the puppet sealed under the Snow Mountain Villa. They tried their best to get rid of their fate, but in the end they blew up and left Jenkins with an important puppet leg, so that he could synthesize the puppet in the battle of Evergreen Forest. sword.
"No, I can't open it. Although the probability of it being "The Epic of Time" is very low, I can't take such a risk, and I don't want to read this book."
He said to himself in his heart, staring at the book and stepping back step by step, as if the book would suddenly jump up and bite him if he didn't do so.
But before retreating to the high platform, there was another sigh from behind. Jenkins only felt a layer of goose bumps on the back of his neck, and he almost jumped up.
It was really too quiet here, so quiet that even his slight footsteps were particularly noticeable, so the sudden sigh really startled him.
Before he had time to look back, he felt a pair of cold hands hug his head. In astonishment, he wanted to break free, but those hands seemed to have indescribable power, which made him freeze in place. The biggest movement that can be done at this moment is to blink, and the cold hands placed on the sides of his head, taking advantage of his inability to move, are sliding forward along his face little by little until the two hands meet together Blindfolded his eyes.
The hands are cold, but they don't feel calluses, they are as smooth as silk.
Jenkins' Eye of Reality can see through the entity and see the aura behind it, but that doesn't mean his eyes can see the back of his own head, so he has no way of knowing what that is.
What appeared behind him at this moment was definitely an extremely terrifying creature, and it was not even certain whether it was a creature. It had been a long time since Jenkins had encountered such a situation where he could not control his body at all.
He heard light breathing, very soft, just behind his head. The sound of breathing gradually approached until it stopped in his ear, and then the voice sounded like a whisper in a dream, neither male nor female, without emotion, and even the pitch did not fluctuate:
"Guess who I am?"
"Do you have some kind of disease~"
This is what Jenkins thinks in his heart, but because his mouth can't control it, he can't say it at all.
"Don't open that book."
The voice said again, still unable to distinguish the characteristics of the owner of the voice:
"You can't watch the Epic of Time, even if your essence is already attracting it, but you can't..."
The tone was very soft, and when he spoke, the air flow passed by Jenkins' ears, making his ears itchy. He didn't know the purpose of the person behind him, and he couldn't think of who he would meet in this era.
"But you have to remember that your essence is not life, not death, don't be confused by appearances, your essence is your original posture"
The first half of the sentence surprised Jenkins, but the second half made him think of Sarkhi II. Not long ago, Sarkhi II also said similar words. The content of the great ones paraphrased.
"you… "
After all, the power of the soul has affected the body, and it took a lot of effort to finally make a word appear in his mouth. But then the hands covering Jenkins' eyes move again, one covering his eyes, the other gently and slowly stroking his face down, across his nose, and finally covering his mouth with his palm.
"Don't talk to me, don't think about my existence, don't feel my form."