Devil Book

100 Years of the New Calendar·Shakou·Capital Nubis

After the battle between Yamelo and Azanso, two moons rose again in the sky, but at this time the immortal prophet of Jingguo had passed away, and the pope of Baqin led the devout believers to rebuild their homeland. The era of the era has begun.

After that, a full 100 years have passed without knowing it, and the trauma of the war has long since disappeared, becoming a scene in history.

And this year is the year of the scorpion in Shakou, a young boy with blond hair boarded a ship traveling to the sand country in the South China Sea.

"York, what a coincidence that you came here, these days are celebrating the year of the scorpion." A dark-skinned Shakou man said Jing Wen with an accent, and patted the boy on the shoulder.The latter smiled politely, took a step back slightly, greeted and left.

The blond boy took a deep breath, facing the dazzling sunlight of the sand mouth, falling on his fair face, as if trying to blend in with that brilliant color.

This was the first time Noah set foot on this land, but somehow he was very familiar with it. He even had the urge to kneel on the ground and kiss the yellow sand immediately, as if this was his hometown and New York was just a platform.

16 years ago, as a baby, he was sent to an orphanage in New York. For many years, he would dream of some scattered things every night, as if there was no relationship, but he was an experiencer, and there was always a voice calling Follow him and let him go to Shakou.Then, after he grew up and became independent, he finally came to this haunted place.

The market in Shakou was extremely lively, with dense crowds, black robes and white robes intertwined, even Noah also changed into a local white robe, with a brown belt around his waist, but in this group of brown-skinned and black-haired Among the people, he is very conspicuous as a handsome boy with blond hair and blue eyes.

Noah stopped suddenly and turned his head away.

At the moment just now, he saw a black shadow in the endless desert in the distance. It should be a huge building, and it looks like the ruins of a city.

"Excuse me, what is that?" Noah walked to a small stall and pointed to a point in the desert.

"That's Arnobi, the city of the undead." Shakou people shook their heads, "Foreigners, don't go to that place if you want to travel. There are many cursed tombs there, and there is nothing to see."

Noah nodded, but his eyes kept falling on the ancient city.

Noah, Noah.

A strange man has been calling him there.

He turned around and walked in Arnobi's direction.

The place that seemed far away in the yellow sand package felt closer and closer to him, as if he was not walking towards Arnobi, but the city was approaching him.

He stopped and stood in front of the city of the undead, which was only covered with yellow sand.

The statue of Hermes, the god of death, originally stood in the desert, but under the baptism of the thousand-year sandstorm, it was so blurred that it could not be seen clearly. There was only a rough outline, and only the head of the god was exposed.Noah put his hand on the statue and wiped off the dust on it.

"Foreigner, this is not the place for you."

Noah heard the reputation and looked around. At some point, a man in a black robe came from behind the statue, riding a rare Huuza, who should be a soldier of Shakou.

That appearance made him feel familiar for a moment, but the strange man who got off the horse was not the one he expected.

"who are you?"

"I'm the guard here, leave now, this place has been cursed, it's not peaceful these days." He walked into Noah, only to see clearly the blond boy who he thought was lost, just holding Noah in the sun. Yarou's immature facial features are more clearly illuminated, and her light blue eyes are as clear as lake water.

The man in the black robe was fascinated for a moment, he hugged Noah's slender waist and kissed the soft lips, but the moment he touched Noah, the ground under his feet began to shake, yellow sand filled the sky, but there was no sound at all. Not stained on Noah's white robe.

In a hurry, Noah pushed the soldier away, but the yellow sand suddenly sank, swallowing the two of them underground in a blink of an eye.

When Noah opened his eyes, he felt that his arm was numb. He barely stood up, only to find that a red scorpion had bitten his arm.

He got up after shaking off the scorpion, and the soldier lying next to him just got up.

"Damn it, why did you fall here?" Cursing in dialect, he walked to a thick pillar, raised his hand to wipe off the dust, and saw a line of characters written in complex ancient Sha spoken language.

"What's written on it?" Noah coughed lightly.

"We beg the Rage God to appease the wrath." The man looked at a door on the wall behind the pillar. The lock in front of the door was filled with mercury, and the entire door was engraved with sacrificial scriptures.