I didn't understand the prophecy of the blind woman in Valhalla, but most of the prophecies are so mysterious. If the prompt is too obvious, wouldn't the future be easily changed
Cen Jin picked up a book casually, and the longer he looked at it, the tighter his brows became, staring at the yellowed paper, a white light flashed through his brain, and he was stunned on the spot because he couldn't catch it in time.
Then continue to flip through the book that records important events or festivals in the Land of the Dead until the last page, and only after looking at the familiar characters of the inscription name did I find that the author is a blind woman in Valhalla.
The books she compiled were included in the palace bookstore of Hela, the god of death
No, this is not the biggest problem, he should be concerned about other more important issues... what
The white light flashed in his mind again, Cen Jin grabbed it quickly this time, his pupils widened, and he raised his head sharply: "This is a paper book!"
Ding Baiqing raised his eyes and met Cen Jin's gaze. He figured out the problem in a flash, quickly tore away the books in Cen Jin's hand and threw them away together.
The two of them stood in the middle of the bookstore. The floor was full of books and papers that they had read. Thousands of books were surrounded by them, as if they were in a sea of books, and the familiar heart scratched their hearts in shock.
"Nordic mythology was passed down orally in the 1st and 2nd centuries AD. It is speculated that the time of the Ragnarok should be three or four thousand years earlier, later than the war in which the Kunlun gods fell. There should be no paper at that time."
The civilization of the gods originated 10,000 years earlier than human civilization, and some technological fields seven or eight thousand years ago were ahead of today's human technology, but in other areas, such as the carrier used for journals, the level of civilization is far inferior to that of humans.
Their lives are too long, and the shelf life of paper is too short. Word of mouth is enough to remember the history and civilization of God. Even the civilization that needs to be recorded can be embedded in the mountains and rivers.
Therefore, there should be no paper books in the land of death five or six thousand years ago.
Cen Jin's expression was cold: "The blind woman's prophecy paper we found in the stone house is probably not written by a real blind woman, and the content on the paper cannot be determined to be true or false, maybe the moment we step into the kingdom of death It was calculated."
After a long while, he didn't hear Ding Yiqing's response, Cen Jin looked over, but saw that Ding Yiqing was holding a familiar Daolin paper at some point in his hand.
"How could you?"
Ding Yiqing raised the Daolin paper: "It was in the pocket of my coat. It should have slipped into my pocket because I didn't pay attention when flipping through the books."
Cen Jin subconsciously searched all over his body, and found a piece of Daolin paper on his back. He tore it off and looked at the contents of the paper, but it was in Chinese characters. Then, when he looked at Ding Baiqing's paper, it was also in Chinese characters.
"The Daolin paper that the old witch got is clearly written in Rune." Cen Jin frowned and read the content on the paper: "The world will remember your immortal slaughtering achievements, and the great achievement of saving the world will be forever forgotten. Glory Or mundane? The choice is at your fingertips... good middle two."
Ding Yiqing laughed: "It may be a translator."
Ordinary words in other languages are meant to be cool and mysterious, and full of epic sense. Once translated into Chinese, they basically change into Chinese secondaries in seconds. Even heroic epics cannot escape the curse of the second Chinese after translation.
Cen Jin didn't worry about it, but felt that the biggest danger was to make him become a script character like an extraordinary person who had been to the sick ward. According to the setting, he was still a savior.
He looked at Ding Baiqing's Daolin paper: "What did you write on it?"
I saw the piece of paper in Ding Yiqing's hand: xxxxx Death is immortal.
Five words in front were blacked out, Cen Jin was stunned for a moment, and then there was another line: Died at the end of time.
"Your character will die?" Cen Jin frowned.
Ding Baiqing's eyes burst into laughter: "I thought you would think it would be cool for death to live forever."
Cen Jin: "Cool ass, the script that hides its head and shows its tail is arranged to entertain its body and mind, and it's a child to give it a look." He took the Daolin paper in Ding Yiqing's hand and looked at it repeatedly, but he still couldn't see what the blacked-out words were. what.
"Eternal life and death, your setting contradicts itself."
"It doesn't count."
"for example?"
"As the name implies, it will live forever, exist forever, and never die. The premise is 'forever', which is different from the existence of other life or objects, and 'forever' is an adverb of time in whichever language it is."
"So time is the premise of 'eternal life'. Time and survival go hand in hand. The end of time is equal to the death of time. There is no life in the time of death, so death at the end of time?"
"That's what it means."
"It's too mysterious, I have a headache."
"Don't worry about it, it's just a trick. The subject of this sentence is the god of death. What can make me become a god of death and live forever? Is Hela, the god of death, so capable?"
"Yes." Cen Jin muttered, putting aside the Daolin paper: "The most important thing is to find the trace of Hela, the god of death. Finding it will solve these inexplicable riddles and scripts."
Ding Yiqing took out a book and put it in for him to check, and calmly calmed Cen Jin's unstable emotions. When he turned around, he dared to show worry and fear in a corner that Cen Jin could not notice.
Huang Mao has seen Ding Baiqing's emotions, lust crawling into his eyebrows, and the worry, sadness and madness that he reveals. It can be said that he has seen Ding Baiqing's emotions, but he has never seen his fear.
Ding Baiqing has always been calm and easy-going. Everything in the world is within his expectations, and even gods cannot be spared to become his pawns. God's destruction of the world, the salvation of the world, all kinds of tragic and solemn scripts are shown in his eyes. He can change the outcome with a wave of his hand.
So fear does not seem to belong to Ding Baiqing, curling up in the corner, not daring to approach Ding Baiqing, of course he will be smashed to pieces.
But that Ding Baiqing belongs to the goddess, not Ding Baiqing who was a human in the past time and space, a Ding Baiqing who has limited ability and is no better than Totem and Wang Lingxian.
As for the unknown and strong foreboding of danger, the former Ding Baiqing spontaneously had a fear of being powerless to fight.
Huang Mao from God's perspective turned his head to look at his past self. He was frowning tightly in search of clues. Anxiety and anxiety crept up on his brows, unknowingly eroding his confidence and pride. It is not clear whether it is the spiritual pollution of the dead country or the setting of Daolin Paper that affected Cen Jin.
He only watched tenderly how the past Cen Jin walked into the abyss step by step, giving birth to the future yellow hair.
He also watched with tenderness and pity how the past Ding Baiqing became another Ding Baiqing that he knew well, they were the same person, the new Ding Baiqing and Cen Jin.
Just like a six-year-old child and a sixteen-year-old boy are the same person, but the boy who has been sculpted by time is no longer a child, and it will never be possible to return to the temperament, hobbies, and thoughts of a child... Everything has been completely changed from the inside out. , only the deep love in the soul remains the same.
If the past Cen Jin can find the future Huang Mao, he will find that he is full of tears.
Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing in the past could not understand the content of the prophecy and Daolin paper, but Cen Jin in the future could guess seven or eight.
From the deliberate lure of the ghost ship and several Daolin paper-related cases, it can be guessed that the behind-the-scenes messengers of Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing must have the spinning of fate.
They once met a 'story meeting' in northern Europe where the gods used the spinning of fate to set up a 'story meeting', which was the beginning of all stories.
Those who can use the Spin of Destiny and not be devoured must be a high-level god, or a living god in the Nordic god system, perhaps the missing death god Hela, or the poisonous dragon Ned who disappeared with the corpses of the gods. Hogg.
The modus operandi such as hotel arson and company explosion are slightly rough. In the cases of sick buildings and extraordinary people, they begin to manipulate human beings, change their self-cognition, and achieve the transition from manipulation to creation.
Of course, this kind of creation out of nothing is still limited to the cognition of the individual, not to the point of affecting the whole, let alone creating new objects out of thin air, but in the mermaid town, it affects the whole from the individual, and can even erase a person's exist.
This is the ability of strong martial destiny. He had a taste of it in the story of Boss Long at the beginning, but it was only a fragment.
Ding Baiqing gathered all the fragments of fate, and most of the human beings who died in the doomsday caused by Samuel were resurrected. It is very likely—no, it should definitely be the function of the complete spinning of fate.
So now we know: 1. The complete spinning of destiny is in the World Tree in 1999. An unknown god controls it and will be shattered in the same year.
2. The script written by Daolin paper came true, Cen Jin was forgotten, and Ding Baiqing became the god of death. After that, the timeline on his body should be chaotic, and he finally died at the end of time.
3. The painted part is very important. If you can find and know the content, you can determine whether the fate can be changed, so as to change the death ending of Ding Baiqing. (Although there is a book of the dead, it is best to prepare both hands.)
4. The ghost ship incident, other cases related to Dowling Paper, the script arrangement and setting of the dead country should come from the hand of the same god, the outsiders executed by the mermaid town will be forgotten, although similar to the spinning of fate, but The case is clearly different from several cases such as Ghost Ship.
The mermaid town is the reserve food of the mermaid, and there is no interesting script arrangement.
The mermaid wanders on the edge of the foggy country, and the story of the ancestor of the mermaid who wandered to northern Europe is indeed quite dramatic, but the mermaid itself is boring, and there is no obvious story line, I am afraid it will not be in the eyes of fate.
5. The papers and books that only appeared in human civilization are hidden in the country of death, but they record the history of the country of death. Combined with the previous and known clues, the identity of the god behind the scenes is so conspicuous that it does not require IQ guessing.
But out of his own preference for Ding Baiqing and a strong premonition, Huang Mao felt that the god behind the scenes was not Hela, the god of death.
Speculation in this direction would yield bad results: the 1999 World Tree contained at least two new gods from Norse mythology that survived.
Next are the questions that need to be sorted out: 1. The identity and purpose of the two new gods.
2. The prophecy of the blind woman in Valhalla mentioned 'the end of time', and Ding Yiqing's Daolin paper also mentioned 'the end of time', he needs to know where the 'end of time' is.
In addition to this, there are other chaotic problems, but they are not very important, because Huang Mao can see the answer from Cen Jin in the past, and the two problems he sorted out are the ones he needs to solve in the future.
At this time, Cen Jin, who was flipping through the books, called to Ding Yiqing: "Do you see if the whereabouts of Hela, the god of death, are recorded here?"
Ding Yiqing: "Hela, the god of death, left the palace of the goddess of fate and stole the spring water of Desheng Spring. Before the war broke out, all the souls of the dead country disappeared, and the stolen spring water turned dirty and black, and the new army of undead died. Set out from the country, pass through the cold country of fog, appear in the atrium, and become the fuse for the war between giants and protoss."
"The soul-devouring De Spring water brings pollution back to the De Spring, contaminating the entire Sanctuary, and the De Spring water, also known as the Spring of Life, is used to water the World Tree. The polluted spring water causes the roots of the World Tree to rot, Only the poisonous dragon will break the World Tree."
The day when the poisonous dragon bit the world tree is Ragnarok.
Hela, the god of death, used the new army of undead to attract the hatred of the Protoss on the front line, and quietly accelerated the collapse of the World Tree, but she did not see her participation in the Ragnarok battle that followed.
Ding Yiqing turned the page: "Hella did not participate in the war, because she privately polluted the De Spring water, polluted the sanctuary, and was brought back to the palace by the three old goddesses of destiny, until the goddess of destiny grew old and died, and she did not see her come out."
Cen Jin: "We have to go to the palace of the goddess of destiny."
Deciding to fall, without any objection, the two pushed open the door of the bookstore, returned to the palace hall, and walked towards the Iron Throne.
On the way, Cen Jin ruthlessly split all the iron figurines: "Intuition tells me that even if these iron figurines have life, it is not a good thing."
Stepping on the iron stairs, Cen Jin held his saber high, and was about to cut off the last iron man ladder leading to the abyss, when his brain suddenly dizzy, and he almost fell down. Take it back.
Cen Jin returned to his senses and said firmly: "It's the magic painting that can interfere."
Ding Baiqing wanted to cut off the magic painting with a gloomy face, but received a begging from the other party: "It wants a complete iron figure."
Cen Jin sneered: "Think beautifully."
Ding Baiqing: "It's useless anyway, it's a burden to carry on your back, deal with it as soon as possible."
Cen Jin responded, and then listened to Ding Baiqing say: "It said that the iron man statue is a failed product made from the spring water of Dade Spring. It also has life, but only has the instinct of evil. As long as it has a body that can move freely, It will help us find who's behind it, because it knows who's behind it."
Cen Jin's brows were irritable and impatient. This thing knew important information but concealed it and didn't report it. He had his life in his hands and dared to bargain
"Either say it now, or go down to the abyss where the sun never ends with these iron figures, and see if the slow-moving iron figures devour you or you devour them!"
There seemed to be a buzzing noise in his ears, Cen Jin said sharply: "Throw it down!"
With a crackling sound, Ding Baiqing has already split the magic painting, and a lot of blood seeps out from the cracks, and Achilles' own blood has been drained, and the blood flowing out now is the human beings that it has sucked on over the years.
Ding Yiqing's Tang knife was inserted into the magic painting and rotated twice, his eyes turned cold, but a gentle smile raised his mouth: "It said that it actually doesn't know the mastermind behind the scenes, because that person will always appear in the world with different identities, using All kinds of vests stir up the storm.
The last time the magic painting saw him was in Mrs. Liedman's collection room, and he gave Mrs. Liedman a recipe for making human bone soup. "
Cen Jin immediately looked at the iron man statue, the steps behind him were covered with black, stinky mucus, with different colors and tastes, so he couldn't think of a single one at all.
"It is rumored that the soul is in the head. The so-called human bone soup should be more accurate to say soul soup. Feeding the soul soup to other creatures can make them mutate and become usable monsters."
"So it's really Hela, the god of death?"
Ding Baiqing: "The magic painting says no. How do you know it's not?"
The question was about the magic painting, the magic painting gave the answer, and Cen Jin asked for the answer.
Ding Baiqing kicked the magic painting down the abyss, dragged Cen Jinchao towards the Iron Throne, and said without looking back: "It says that the undead know the smell of death best, and although the smell it smells is familiar, it doesn't belong to the god of death. ."
The two walked to the Iron Throne.
Cen Jin was curious: "I remember that every mythological system has the underworld and the god of death. Can you smell it? Can you tell which god of death comes from?"
Ding Baiqing: "I didn't say it, but unfortunately I threw it away."
Cen Jin frowned: "I always feel that the utilization is not thorough enough, and even waste has the right to drain its value."
Ding Baiqing: "…"
Crossing the Iron Throne, walking towards the path deep in the iron thorns, proceeding cautiously in the darkness, walking in the direction of the sound of the water, and finally touched a river of unknown depth, length, width, and width, and continued to walk in the opposite direction of the river.
The middle of the river is covered with iron caltrops like sharp knives and sharp swords. Iron figures are pierced on the caltrops. From seven or eight meters, three or two iron figures appear, to three or four steps, several iron figures, becoming more and more dense, and the field is as described in folklore Hell Knife Mountain is particularly terrifying.
Walking to the end of the river, to a vast flat land, they can clearly perceive that they are in the cave. The sound of the rushing river is getting louder and louder, like a boiling iron pot, and like a waterfall falling into a pool, the sound of many rivers rushing together. .
When they reached the entrance of the cave on the flat ground, they suddenly heard the roar of the beast. Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing stopped their steps and moved forward cautiously against the cave wall. In the dark, their vision was limited, so they could only rely on hearing and the sixth and seventh senses of the extraordinary.
When Cen Jin was groping forward, a cool wind suddenly blew across his neck, his scalp became numb, and his conditioned reflexes could not be controlled.
Ding Baiqing didn't answer, and he was quiet without making any sound, but he could make people feel his presence, just silent, footsteps, friction between actions, breathing... Nothing at all—wait, no breathing
Cen Jin usually has a beast-like intuition about the arrival of danger, which is his sixth sense better than ordinary people, but after stepping into the country of death, he has repeatedly failed. When did it change.
He was sure it wasn't Ding Baiqing.
Cen Jin clenched the handle of the knife, and when the figure behind him suddenly approached, he slammed the knife into the stone wall of the cave, and flipped forward to the knife handle.
At the same time, the sixth sense is pushed to the extreme, forming 'eyes' to describe the shape of a black shadow. It is a giant dog. Its body is covered with blood spots like dysentery. As he climbed up, his teeth as sharp as knives bit down towards his neck, and his attack movements suddenly became slow and stiff.
Cen Jin's knife slammed into the giant dog with a snort, and violently smashed it twice to cut it off. Only a layer of skin was left, and he fell to the ground and gasped violently... Isn't it breathless
Just after thinking about this, the brain that seemed to be wrapped in a layer of fog suddenly became clear, and a certain cognition was deleted. Cen Jin looked down in disbelief, and found that the dark shadow who was lying on the giant dog had turned into Ding Baiqing.
"!"
Cen Jin squatted down tremblingly, his mind was blank, he was sweating coldly, his body was stiff and trembling, his teeth were rattling, until a huge force snapped at his chin, held up his face, and hugged him forcibly.
"It's okay, I'm okay, you didn't hurt me, don't be afraid." Ding Baiqing kept comforting Cen Jin.
Cen Jin touched Ding Baiqing's back, and he was relieved after making sure there was no wound: "What I saw was a giant dog ready to attack me, how could it be you? My brain is blinded again?"
Ding Baiqing: "It's not just you, I am also deceived." His voice was a little low: "I saw that you were bitten to death by the blood-spotted giant dog and wanted to kill it, probably because anger stimulated the ability to swallow, reducing the pollution that blinded the brain, Quickly wake up. The moment I woke up, I found that the Tang knife was about to be inserted into your neck, scaring me into a cold sweat."
Cen Jin understood that feeling, and there was a layer of cold sweat on his back.
"Mental pollution is pervasive and ubiquitous. It is not a forceful attack or invasion, but to play with us, to mislead our brains and cognition, and to make us kill each other."
Ding Yiqing hugged Cen Jin tightly, and said after a moment of silence: "The country of death has no monsters that can attack us, we can be sure of this, all living creatures are dead, the undead disappeared overnight, and only the group of extremely slow-moving creatures remained. Iron man.
The blood-spotted giant dog in the hallucination should be the giant dog Garm guarding the entrance to the kingdom of death, who died long ago during the war of the gods. "
Cen Jin closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Ding Baiqing's shoulder, feeling that it was not enough, he wrapped his arms around Ding Baiqing's neck tightly to calm the panic in his heart.
"I haven't seen the weird, it doesn't mean I haven't. Thousands of years have passed. Maybe other monsters may grow. You still have to be careful. Just in case, I will stop attacking at a critical moment. If you find that the monsters you encounter stop attacking, then The person is me."
Ding Baiqing: "Well."
After embracing each other silently for a long time, the two embarked on their journey again. Fortunately, they were not far from the exit of the cave, and they passed through a gray steel forest. From time to time, a rough bird call or two could be heard, but no bird shadow was seen.
Gradually hearing the sound of water, Ding Baiqing said that they had come to the border of the dead country.
Seeing a gilded crystal bridge from a distance, Ding Baiqing said that he would leave the land of death after crossing the bridge, and told him to be more careful. It is recorded in the literature that there is a huge dead bone guarding the bridge to suck blood.
Behind it is a bottomless iron forest, a rushing river in the middle, and on the other side is an extremely cold and cold place, covered with thick fog, this unique landscape further proves that the country of death is within the country of fog.
Cen Jin shook his head and said, "After I go out, I will announce this great discovery to the head office and the school! By the way, can I get a bonus for publishing a paper based on this?"
Ding Baiqing grabbed his hand uneasy, and said that he could observe the surroundings while guarding against the sudden attack of the giant bone skeleton.
Cen Jin's fingers slid between Ding Yiqing's fingers and clasped his fingers together, his lips pursed into a smile, and suddenly he saw a red shadow standing quietly in the thick fog across the bridge.
Because the environment is gray with no other colors, when the sudden red appears, it is easy to spot.
"There is a red shadow across the bridge, can you see it?"
Cen Jin wasn't sure if it was an illusion caused by his brain being blinded again.
"The Nibelung."
"You mean the citizens of the Nation of Mist?"
The country of fog is also known as Niflheim, also known as Nibelungen, and some people think that Nibelungen is located in a certain area of the country of fog, and the citizens living in the country of fog are also called Nibel. dragon root.
"Is the red shadow you guessed right an illusion created by you and me, or is it real?"
"Just grab it and you'll know."
The two looked at each other and released their hands at the same time. The figure was like lightning, quickly jumping across the bridge and running towards the motionless red shadow. The distance was so close that the red shadow's facial features were clearly discernible.
It was an eleven- or twelve-year-old girl with long brown braids and deep facial features, sparse freckles on her cheeks and nose, blue eyes and yellowish eyebrows, and a red cloak, quietly watching Cen Jin and Ding Baiqing.
He was not surprised at the arrival of the two of them, nor was he afraid of their possible violent attacks.
Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing did not let their guard down because of her harmlessness, and two sharp blades slashed at the girl's head from different directions.
"Don't you want to meet your companions?"
The red cloak suddenly opened, the two sharp blades stopped abruptly, the blade hummed, and the blade wind split the red cloak's hood.
The red cloak smiled harmlessly: "Your companions, a woman and three men, they miss you very much."