The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

The two days ended quickly, and Cen Jin traveled to every urban area in Canaan, and he had already begun to fantasize about how Kunlun would open up canals and rivers and grow crops.

In particular, after some communication with Kunlun, he found that as long as there are enough materials, the Bronze City can be expanded. At that time, the structure of the Bronze City can be rebuilt, and the commercial area, residential area, and green leisure area can be re-planned.

More importantly, today's Bronze City is dominated by skyscrapers, with antique Chinese buildings and bridges. If there is no comparison between Kushinaro and Canaan, it can still be called "cyberpunk". 'feature.

Now that there is a comparison between the two, the Bronze City must have its own characteristics.

Cen Jin decided to transform the entire Bronze City into an ancient Chinese city. As the required area increased, he had to consider expanding the territory. He could ask the legendary witch how to master the perfect bronze craft.

Early in the morning of the third day, Siren Head rushed over and knocked on the door: "It's time... 呵... Not yet, come out."

The door opened from the inside, Ding Yiqing's face was extremely impactful, Siren Head's tall body immediately curled up into a ball, and it took a long time to catch a glimpse of Cen Jin who was inside the room walking out while putting on his coat.

"It's not yet dawn."

Cen Jin walked to the door, straightened his collar, turned around and asked Ding Yiqing, "Together?"

Ding Yiqing lowered his eyes, a little tired: "I won't go."

Cen Jin: "Then you go back to sleep." Turning to the siren head, he said, "Let's go."

The siren head followed behind Cen Jin without saying a word, and when he heard the sound of the door closing behind him, he asked tremblingly after walking a long distance, "You... live together?"

Cen Jin: "Couples, please understand."

The siren head is in a trance, why do you feel that Cen Jin is in high spirits, but that one is a little tired?Although the yellow hair is very powerful, it can be regarded as a human being, is it because of its extraordinary talent?This is too strong.

After walking a long way, Cen Jin suddenly stopped, raised his head and said seriously to the siren head: "Ding Yiqing and I didn't do anything last night, he just got a little angry, do you understand?"

Siren Head: "...?" Did he say anything?

Cen Jin looked at his extra trumpet heads and said, "Brother Di, you broadcast it, and now the whole of Canaan knows that I am Caiyang Dingyiqing."

Siren Head: "Shall I clarify for you?"

Cen Jin: "As soon as you clarify, the whole of Canaan will feel that I forced you to change your words."

Siren Head: "Sorry."

Cen Jin waved his hand, thinking that this is nothing, not a lie.

In this way, Cen Jin came to the ivory tower with Siren Head, and Morse was still guarding inside. Yulia, the others, and Gui were all woken up by Siren Head's broadcast, and they went to the ivory tower together when they woke up and had nothing to do.

When Morse saw Cen Jin, he turned sideways: "I tried many methods, but I couldn't find a way to go down to the core cabin. It's the third day, and there is still no movement."

Cen Jin walked around the center of the ivory tower: "Let me take a look."

The pupils were filled with scarlet mist, and the line of sight reached the core cabin through numerous obstacles again. There was no water vapor, and the complicated metal tubes were intertwined with each other, and each liquid tube was covered by a tall bust image.

These images only have the upper body, the faces are like sculptures, the colors are gorgeous and heavy, and they wear gorgeous jewelry. They are a bit like the Bodhisattvas in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, but they have fine metal tubes inserted into their backs and heads, and the other end is inserted into a liquid tube.

Just like the ancient gods came to the pantheon, silently staring at the nest where the hatchlings were hatched, and silently guarding the newborn cubs.

When Cen Jin shifted his gaze to the central liquid pipe and tried to see the cub clearly, the gods were furious, like a she wolf protecting a cub opened her fangs and roared, the pressure hurt Cen Jin's eyes, forcing him to look away .

Morse stared closely at Cen Jin's face, and when he noticed some changes, he asked, "How is it?"

Cen Jin pursed his lips, continued to pace, looked at the sky and the ground, sat down cross-legged, tapped the ground and murmured: "I have to talk to them."

Who are they?

Morse felt absurd and a little panic in his heart. He guessed who 'they' were, but he couldn't believe it. Didn't they say they were extinct?

Two days ago, Cen Jin tried to communicate with Canaan with the spirit of speech, but Canaan was lifeless and lifeless, no matter how he threatened or lured him, it was useless.

Cen Jin quickly understood that Canaan was a dead thing, and then bumped into the undead 'soul' of the ancient gods...probably 'spiritual body', just like all the dead spirits that appeared in hotels and trains.

The European gods can create batch after batch of undead, maybe the method originated from the Sumerian gods.

Canaan has nothing to do, he can only try to communicate with the "elders" of black coal balls, so he closes his eyes, empathizes with it, and walks through the cruel killing, as if he is in red soil and yellow sand, with the sun above his head and the artillery fire. War is everywhere.

The semi-mechanized creatures are as powerful as gods, running on the ground, or soaring in the sky, using various weapons, driving advanced warships, from the sky, from the junction of the sun and the ground, rushing like black locusts Come, then the artillery roars, the earth trembles, the mountains lament, the war rages on, and the stars rise and fall.

Cen Jin suddenly felt that this was the last battle in which the Sumerian gods fell. The sun sinking in the mountains was like a harbinger of tragedy. The end of heroes, the change of dynasties, from prosperity to decline, an era entered dusk, and the glory came to an end.

When he passed through the blazing battlefield and came to the horizon, he suddenly found that he was in a dark temple. The architectural structure was similar to the central temple of Canaan, except that there was a tall human figure in front of him.

About 20 meters tall, the facial features are more perfect than the plastic surgery template, and the whole body is colorful. As long as you don't look at its head and back full of metal pipes, it is easy to think of the gods of Bharat, or Dunhuang Flying Apsaras.

The statue of the god lowered its brows and lowered its eyes, half-closed eyes that were both compassionate and cold.

"Should I call you Canaan, or Tianshen An?"

The unearthed clay tablets claim that the supreme god of Sumerian civilization is the god An, but not the god of creation. The history of human civilization has not been traced back to the past, and of course Cen Jin will not know, so he only makes guesses.

As soon as the words fell, there was an ancient voice surrounding the temple, not any language he was familiar with, but Cen Jin could understand it.

"We are now spirit bodies that rely on Canaan, and you can collectively call it Canaan."

we?

Cen Jin smiled and said, "You are the elders of Hei Liqiu, I can understand your love for him, but he can't stay with you."

"The descendants belong to Canaan."

"No." Cen Jin smiled, but his eyes were cold: "It is Canaan that belongs to the black coal ball, and he has entered my Kunlun household registration and is a citizen of my Kunlun. If he wants, he can bring Canaan and merge into Kunlun, but Canaan You can't take away my Kunlun people."

After a pause, he said kindly, "Do you understand?"

'Canaan' was silent for a long time, "If we don't agree with you taking away the descendants, what will you do?"

Cen Jin: "You don't want to know. In terms of strength, you group of spirits may not be able to beat us. In terms of weapons... Let's call Canaan a weapon, but you can't beat my Kunlun. You have no chance of winning, but we can shake hands Yanhe, I will not hurt Hei Liqiu, we are all his family."

'Canaan' fell into silence again. After a long time, the temple collapsed, revealing the basement of the power source, and the name 'Canaan' looked down on the small human beings.

Cen Jin turned his head to look at the metal liquid pipe in the center. The black coal balls and Siren Head cubs inside had merged into a round transparent sphere, and a five or six-year-old child was sleeping inside.

Probably because of playing with Li Manyun and Yuan Tong for a long time, Black Coal Ball subconsciously imitated human cubs and evolved into what it is today.

"The cub is accepting the inheritance memory." All the 'Canaan' said in unison: "We have witnessed the kindness of you and your companions to my descendants. We scanned the fragments about you from the memory of the descendants. We have seen you before. , 5000 years ago."

Cen Jin's eyebrows twitched: "Could it be my previous life?"

'Canaan': "No, we saw you in prophecy."

"!" Cen Jin's pupils shrank sharply.

'Canaan' continues: "A human came to us, and in exchange for 'protecting a descendant', let us help him find a person. We know your existence from the prophecy, and our descendants inherit our I also know your existence from the prophecy."

It was as if a big clock struck Cen Jin's brain, and there was a heavy hum, which shook him so much that he couldn't think.

"……who is it?"

'Canaan': "We have no reason to tell you."

Cen Jin raised his eyes and laughed: "What conditions do you want to negotiate? It's best to have enough bargaining chips. I can guess who this human being is, so just telling me his identity may not impress me."

He stepped forward, staring at 'Canaan': "I want to know everything about him and me, including your prophecies."

'Canaan' scolded calmly: "Too greedy."

Cen Jin: "It's worth it. I will promise you to protect your descendants forever, to ensure that he is safe, happy, and enjoys family, friendship and love."

'Canaan' was speechless, thought for a moment, and finally moved: "We don't know much. If you want to know the whole truth, I suggest you look back at fate... We understand that this chip is not enough to impress you. Books are more interesting."

Cen Jin: "What is it?"

'Canaan': "Halab is strong, the book of the dead that determines the life and death of all things, including the judgment of the gods - one day, you will need it and desire it. This is the prophecy we gave you, and it is also a bargaining chip, you Have time to think about it, and before that day comes, we will tell you how to get the Book of the Dead."

Cen Jin: "Deal." He looked at the central metal liquid pipe: "When will the black briquettes wake up?"

'Canaan': "When the inheritance ends, when Canaan starts."

The white water vapor spread quickly, covering hundreds of "Canaan", like the wind blowing away the thick fog, the solemn and dignified faces of the gods changed from blurred to vanished, but in the blink of an eye, metal hoses and huge gears rotated together, sending out There was a bang and bang sound, the bronze bricks and walls were dismantled, moved and reassembled one after another, and there was an obvious reinstallation combination in the entire sky city.

The river stops flowing, the houses and roads shake, the plants and flowers wither quickly, the statues of the gods rise slowly from the river, covering the sky and the sun, solemn and compassionate, solemn and beautiful, the city walls are towering, towers and forts are surrounded by drills, and gold floats in the sky The huge yellow formations are nested with each other, overlapping each other, gorgeous and majestic.

Viewed from the outside, the entire sky city looks like an upgraded version of Noah's Ark magnified a hundred times, which is still out of print.

Comparing the two, it is hard to say that Noah's Ark is not the 'Canaan' copied by the European gods.

In other words, 'Canaan' is the real Noah's Ark.

Suddenly, in the ivory tower, everyone and everyone tensed up, raised their vigilance, and responded calmly. Even the anxious Morse and Siren Head remained calm until Cen Jin opened his eyes.

As soon as Cen Jin opened his eyes, he jumped up quickly, waving his arms to signal the others to run away quickly. At the same time, the ground shook and suddenly split in two, revealing a black bottomless pit.

Just listening to the booming sound from bottom to top, from far to near, it suddenly rushed out of the ground, and a yellow metal elevator car stood quietly.

After the lingering water vapor dissipated, a little boy carved in pink and jade walked out of it. He was wearing quite exquisite and gorgeous clothes, gold forehead ornaments and gold earrings. His skin was fair, and his facial features had obvious exotic features, like a doll. He looked haughty, like the last little crown prince left over from the dynasty.

"...Descendants of the Sumerian gods?"

"Siren Head Cub?"

"child……?"

Everyone was full of question marks and stared blankly at the boy.

The little crown prince walked out of the elevator car, mouth flattened, and suddenly threw himself into Cen Jin's arms with tears in his eyes: "I was scared to death, Huangmao. I fell into such a big glass tube, held the little flute, and then dreamed. Horrible, there are a bunch of tall and terrifying monsters, fighting non-stop, even the stars and the sun are smashed... hiccup!"

"..." It can be said that the image collapsed quite severely.

Li Manyun hesitated: "Black briquettes?"

Yuan Tong and An Ping stared straight at the little crown prince: "This courage, this whimpering character, is the black briquette! Black briquette, have you gone to whiten it?"

The black coal ball turned around and sprayed them: "No conscience! I'm missing, you didn't come to look for me, only Huangmao looked for me!"

Cen Jin: "Can you hear me?"

Black coal ball: "I can still see."

Cen Jin twisted the black coal ball's neck, swung his body towards Morse and Siren Head, pointed at them and said, "Your father, your brother."

Black coal ball: "Huh?"

Morse and Siren Head were even more confused. Huang Jiang and Ursula, who had guessed for a long time, suddenly realized that the other half was black coal balls.

"Isn't that Sirenhead cub?" Wu Lan was puzzled.

Wang Lingxian was thoughtful: "The black briquettes are the other half? They merge with each other, and this is the complete descendant of the Sumerian gods."

Cen Jin: "Yes."

Morse and Siren Head reacted quickly, looking at the black briquettes with burning eyes: "Kerr, this is your name. Your mother was frightened by the sound of crushed briquettes, so she gave birth to you. She gave birth to you. A nickname, coal, also means briquettes. Little briquettes, little Kerr, maybe this is why you imitate the appearance of briquettes."

Siren Head used his tall and terrifying body to make movements that did not fit the conjecture, holding his face in obsession: "Brother, cute."

The black briquettes... should be called Kerr.

Kerr wiped his tears, a little surprised: "So the protagonist is me?"

Cen Jin tore at his shirt, thinking what a bad thing it was for Kerr to wipe his face with other people's clothes.

Especially sentimental, especially like the exaggerated acting of dog-blood dramas, and many times assumed that the parents who abandoned him had difficulties, fantasized about the scene of reunion, and the little Kerr who has performed in front of Cen Jin, Li Manyun and other friends, is so real At the moment when he recognized his relatives, he showed cowardice.

With blushing cheeks, pinching the hem of his clothes, hesitating in his steps, pushed forward by Cen Jin, he pursed his lips and said embarrassingly: "Dad, brother."

Immediately embraced into the warm embrace of their loved ones, Morse and Siren Head both had sore noses, but Little Kerr pursed his lips and smiled with crescent eyes.

The onlookers/thought cunningly, Huangmao is really a bloody concentration station, he can gather all kinds of things.

Glancing outside the ivory tower inadvertently, Cen Jin found that Canaan had turned into a huge battleship floating in the air, casting a shadow that completely covered Noah's Ark, and he couldn't help showing surprise.

It didn't take long for the friends to notice this too.

Huang Jiang made a conclusion: "Because of the fusion of the descendants of the gods, they obtained the inheritance memory and activated Canaan and the remaining gods and dead spirits. Therefore, Canaan has changed from a livable state before and after the war to a wartime airship."

Wang Lingxian crossed his arms and pondered: "When we escaped from the Holy See, the high-altitude angels were extracted from energy and combined into warships that can be used both in sea, land and air."

Totem frowned: "It seems to be directly controlled by the European gods."

Wu Lan rubbed her fingertips: "I don't know if we can change hands."

Cen Jin: "What are you looking at me for?"

The three said in unison: "We also want battleships."

Cen Jin: "Get lost."

Yuan Tong envied his little friend, looked up at Cen Jin: "Dad, I also want to play Lego."

It's okay, the yellow hair is okay, Dad, it's too filial.

Cen Jin said coldly: "When you pass the college entrance examination to Tsinghua University, Dad promises to give you a limited edition Lego."

Resentment Tong immediately lowered his face, cursed and pointed to the sky: "If you don't send it, you won't send it. Why are you cursing me for the college entrance examination? I have only graduated from elementary school in my life, and no one can stop me from pursuing freedom."

Cen Jin patted his chest and panted, like every parent who persuades students to bury their unfilial daughter.