In the room, rows of uniformly uniform armored warriors stood in the room, each holding a sharp blade in his hand, standing motionless.
"Go!" An Yang shouted and retreated quickly. The group fled out of the room embarrassedly, only to find that no one was chasing it out, nor was there an angry chase behind him.
"No, why didn't they chase it over." An Yang looked back and saw that there was no half of him. He was stunned and curiosity caused him to make another suggestion.
"Why don't we-go back and take a look?"
Everyone nodded their heads like death. After all, there was a room of armored warriors standing there, and seeing a few outsiders who didn't chase them out was a very unbelievable thing.
This time, An Yang and the others quietly walked to the door of the room and stuck their heads out, and found that the samurai were still in their original postures, motionless, with sharp blades in their hands.
"Are these samurai--" An Yang stepped up boldly while speaking, and reached out to touch one of them.
Wow!
With such a light touch by him, the samurai broke directly-turned into a pile of mud and fell on the ground.
"Fuck, these are not humans, to be precise, they should be a pile of fossils. Because the age is too old, everything on the body has been corrupted, and it will turn into ashes with a light touch." An Yang looked at his feet. On the pile of mud, I felt a little inexplicable emotion. This person must have been a good man a thousand years ago, but after a thousand years, after all, the dust will return to the dust.
"But what does it mean that there are so many samurai in this room? So many people are standing in the same room, isn't it strange? Ah! I didn't mean it—" Sarah accidentally ran into a samurai while she was talking, and that samurai immediately It turned into mud, and Sarah, who had always been hot, stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, looking very charming.
Sarah’s question is something everyone wants to ask. After all, a group of people are standing in a room and posing in the same posture. It’s not hard to guess that this is a well-trained unit. But why do you have to stand in a room
This reminded An Yang of Qin Shihuang's copy of their world, and the terracotta warriors and horses were arranged in such a neat arrangement, and the scale was much larger than this.
But it was only burned out by the way of smelting, and these are all living people standing here, always posing in the same posture and never changing, until they die, until the signs of life stop.
An Yang thinks it might also be because these well-trained soldiers were buried with them after the death of a great man a thousand years ago.
"Buried? There is no such saying in Valoran." After listening to An Yang's explanation, Sarah shook her head and vetoed it. It turned out that there is no such habit of bringing some funerary objects to burial after death in Valoran.
"If it were not for the funeral, I really can't think of why these people can keep the same posture without eating or drinking until they starve to death, or they can keep the same posture, or follow an order until they die." An Yang helplessly It's a shove.
"Huh? What about the handprints on the front wall?" During An Yang's conversation with Sarah, Su Su turned around in the room and found that on the front wall of the room, there was a handprint that was not deep or shallow pressed against the wall. Above, according to the traces of the handprints, it seems to be left by hand pat on the wall, which requires a deep internal force.
Some heroes who are known for their strength can even break a wall with their bare hands without any effort, but like this one that can leave a handprint on the wall without breaking the wall through, it needs very subtle internal strength. I want to come. This person who left his handprints has reached a peak of martial arts attainments.
"This handprint—" While sighing, An Yang also pressed his palm on the handprint. At this time, a burst of golden light broke out from the handprint, covering everyone in it.
"Ah!" Suddenly, An Yang felt as if his head was about to explode, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands. Later, because of extreme pain, he lay on the ground and rolled.
Others were similar to An Yang, all groaning with varying degrees of pain. Yin.
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When An Yang woke up again, he was in the Internet cafe.
"Internet cafe!!!" An Yang suddenly reacted, as if he had been struck by lightning, he got up from his chair, and the chair was overturned by him and fell to the ground. At the same time, he woke up quite a lot of people lying on the computer in the Internet cafe. The man sleeping on the table.
It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and the night time of the Internet cafe was over. An Yang let out a loud roar, causing the entire Internet cafe to turn their heads and look at him in surprise.
"This—impossible—this—" An Yang recalled that he seemed to be with Susu and the others just now, studying the handprint in the depths of the ancient ruins cave mansion, but why did it appear here now—appearing in the reality he dreamed of. in life.
I looked down at myself. I was wearing a pair of my favorite Nike sneakers three years ago, and I was also dressed in a short outfit. It was summer, and I must have spent all night at the Internet cafe last night. He fell asleep in the Internet cafe.
In shock and excitement, An Yang first slapped her mouth fiercely to force herself to calm down, then put on a smiley face, looking at a fat man who raised his head from the table while rubbing his eyes beside him. "Brother, do you know what's the date today?"
"What's the number? It's the 14th." The fat man murmured.
"On the 14th? How many years is this year?" An Yang asked again.
The fat man looked at An Yang with an incredible expression this time, "Dude, are you sick? This year is 11 years."
"!!!" An Yang's eyes widened, almost staring out.
"Dude—hello, buddy? Didn't you cross it? Why is this expression?" The fat man shook in front of An Yang's eyes. After An Yang reacted, he rushed out of the Internet cafe without saying a word.
In the morning sun and just the right warmth, An Yang rushed to the street. At seven o'clock in the morning, outside was nothing more than some shops buying breakfast, as well as grandpa and aunt who got up early to exercise. All of this, like a dream, let An Yang It feels incredible, but he has no time to sigh now, there is only one thing in his mind.
The 14th of 11 years was the day when his parents died, and today is the 14th.
be quick! An Yang told herself that we must be fast! Go back quickly! If An Yang is right, his parents should still be in his hometown, but he is alone outside. He must rush back today to prevent the tragedy from happening again.
An Yang has lived and died in Valoran Continent. Isn't everything he did to be able to go back to three years ago and prevent his parents from breaking their hearts
Anyang’s hometown is in City C, and it takes three hours to drive by car.
At this time, a voice suddenly rang in his mind, "Stop it, everything you are doing now is futile and unstoppable. You will see the tragedy unfold again, and then be tortured by the painful nightmare. Give me your soul, and let me help you end all this. There will be no more pain in heaven."
"Fuck you, fuck me! I don't believe there are things I can't stop!" An Yang was startled at first, and then hurriedly shouted. When he talked to the air, everyone looked at him.
"Jie Jie, then you can try it, the fact has happened, you can't stop it." The voice began to laugh coldly.
An Yang ran all the way to the coach terminal in their city. This is the fastest way for him to return to City C.
"Hello, give me a ticket to C city." There were not many people in line in the morning, An Yang said to the people inside at the ticket window.
"49." The conductor looked impatient.
An Yang touched his whole body, only to find that he was penniless, and felt that this situation seemed familiar.
Suddenly remembered! Today, three years ago, he was also going to buy a ticket to go home. At that time, he did not know the news of the death of his parents. The reason why he went home was only because he did not have enough living expenses. My buddies borrowed money to buy tickets.
Thinking of this, An Yang touched his body, the phone was still there, so he quickly took out the phone and called the buddy he had the best relationship with.
Ten minutes later, the buddies called over, "What's the matter, call me here early in the morning."
"I don't have time to talk to you about this now, so quickly lend me money." An Yang was very nervous. The buddy looked at An Yang's expression and stopped joking, "How much do you want?"
"49."
"An Yang, it's not my brother who said you, how the hell did you live your life without 49 yuan? Play less games and find a decent job to do it." This situation is the same as the buddy today three years ago What he said to An Yang is exactly the same.
And An Yang's reaction was exactly the same.
"Stop the damn nonsense, and quickly lend me money!" An Yang snatched the wallet from him, took out a hundred yuan bill from it, turned his head and ran away. Since then, An Yang has lost such a good friend.
At that time, An Yang's thoughts were only that he didn't need to talk about his own affairs, but now An Yang's thoughts are to go home quickly, hoping to prevent the upcoming tragedy.
The ideas are different, but the final approach is the same, and the words are the same.
The voice in his mind sounded again.
"Jie Jie, I said, you can't change the ending. What you say and do are exactly the same as you three years ago. Things will still happen as scheduled, and you can't change them."
"No—" An Yang was obviously panicked, his mouth was shaking, "No—I will change, I will definitely change! No matter what, the ending will not be like this, I will definitely change!"
The voice disappeared, and An Yang went to the window and bought a ticket.
Looking at the car number on the ticket, An Yang suddenly suffocated.
ST4987.
This car, three years ago today, was in a car accident halfway through-although there were no casualties, it delayed the time for him to go home, causing him to return home on the 15th, and on the 15th, he 'S parents have passed away.
"No, I will definitely change!" An Yang held the ticket tightly in his hand, eyes full of absoluteness.
[I'm afraid that everyone is tired of watching the alien world, interspersed with the outside of the city, of course, these are also related to the story. Please be patient and watch. 】