The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

I didn't understand the prophecies of the blind girl in the Hall of Valor, but most of the prophecies are so mysterious. If the hints are too obvious, wouldn't the future be easily changed?

Cen Jin picked up a book casually, and the longer he flipped through it, the more he frowned. Staring at the yellowed paper, a white light flashed in his brain, but he couldn't catch it in time, so he was stunned on the spot.

Then continue to flip through the books that record major events or festivals in the Kingdom of the Dead to the last page. After looking at the familiar characters in the inscribed name, I find that the author is a blind woman in the Hall of Valor.

The books she compiled were included in the palace library of Hela, the god of death?

No, this is not the biggest problem, he should care about other more important problems... what is it?

The white light flashed in his mind again, and Cen Jin quickly grabbed it this time, his pupils widened, and he raised his head suddenly: "This is a paper book!"

Ding Yiqing raised his eyes, met Cen Jin's gaze, figured out the problem in a flash, quickly tore away the books in Cen Jin's hands and threw away the ones he was holding together.

The two stood in the middle of the bookstore, the floor was covered with books and papers that had been flipped through, surrounded by thousands of books, as if they were in an ocean of books, and the familiar feeling of shock scratched their hearts.

"Norse mythology was orally passed down in the 1st and 2nd centuries AD. It is speculated that the time of Ragnarok should be 4000 years earlier, later than the war in which the Kunlun gods fell. At that time, there should be no paper."

The civilization of God was ten thousand years earlier than the origin of human civilization. Seven or eight thousand years ago, some technological fields were ahead of today's human technology, but in other aspects, such as the carrier used for notes, the degree of civilization is far inferior to that of human beings.

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 gods. Even the civilization that needs to be recorded can be embedded between mountains and seas, or even choose metal.

Therefore, there should be no paper books in the land of the dead five to six thousand years ago.

Cen Jin's expression was cold: "The blind woman's prophecy paper we found in the stone house may not be written by a real blind woman, and the content on the paper cannot be sure whether it is true or not. Maybe it was the moment we stepped into the kingdom of death It was counted."

After not hearing Ding Yiqing's response for a while, Cen Jin looked over and saw that Ding Yiqing was holding a piece of familiar Daolin paper in his hand at some point.

"How could you?"

Ding Yiqing raised the paper: "It's in the pocket of my coat. I probably didn't pay attention when I was flipping through the books, and it slipped into my pocket."

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 Chinese characters. Looking at the writing on Ding Yiqing's paper, it was also Chinese characters.

"The Daolin paper that the old witch got is obviously in runic script." Cen Jin frowned, and read out the contents of the paper: "The world will remember your immortal deeds of slaughtering gods forever, and the great achievement of saving the world will be forever forgotten. Glory Or mediocre? The choice is at your fingertips... good second."

Ding Yiqing laughed: "Maybe it's a translator."

The common words in other languages ​​are originally cool and mysterious, full of epic sense. Once translated into Chinese, they will basically become Secondary Second in seconds. Even heroic epics cannot escape the curse of Second Secondary after translation.

Cen Jin didn't worry about it, he just felt that the biggest harm would be to turn him into a script character like the extraordinary man who went to the sick building. Judging from the content setting, he is still a hero to save the world.

He looked at Ding Yiqing's Daolin paper: "What do you write on it?"

I saw the piece of paper in Ding Yiqing's hand that read: XXXXX Immortal Death.

There are still five words blacked out in front, Cen Jin was stunned for a moment, and saw another line of words below: Died at the end of time.

"Will your character die?" Cen Jin frowned.

Ding Yiqing's eyes burst into a smile: "I thought you would think death's immortality is cool."

Cen Jin: "It's cool, the hidden garbage arranges a script to entertain its body and mind, and it's giving face to the eyes." 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.

"Eternal life and death, your setting contradicts itself."

"It doesn't count."

"for example?"

"As the name suggests, 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 no matter which language it is in."

"So time is the premise of 'eternal life', time and survival go hand in hand, the end of time equals the death of time, there is no life in the time of death, so die 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 of mystery. The subject of this sentence is the god of death. What can make me become a god of death and live forever? Is the god of death Hela so capable?"

"That's right." Cen Jin muttered, putting aside Daolin's paper: "The most important thing is to find the trail of the god of death, Hela. Finding it can solve these inexplicable riddles and scripts."

Ding Yiqing took out a book and showed it to him, calming Cen Jin's unstable emotions with gentle words, only when he turned his head, he dared to show worry and fear in a corner that Cen Jin couldn't notice.

Huang Mao has seen Ding Yiqing's joy and anger, seen lust crawling into his brows and eyes, and also seen his worry, sadness and madness. It can be said that he has seen Ding Yiqing's emotions, but he has never seen his fear.

Ding Yiqing has always been calm and easy-going, everything in the world is within his expectations, even the gods cannot be spared as his pawns, the destruction of the gods, the salvation of the world, all kinds of tragic scripts are shown in his eyes, and He can change the ending with a wave of his hand.

So the fear didn't seem to belong to Ding Yiqing, curled up in the corner, not daring to approach Ding Yiqing, assuming he would be smashed to pieces.

But that belonged to Ding Yiqing who became a god, not Ding Yiqing who was a human being in the past time and space, a Ding Yiqing who had limited abilities and was no better than Totem and Wang Lingxian.

Facing the unknown and the strong premonition of danger, Ding Yiqing in the past spontaneously felt powerless fear.

Huangmao from God's perspective turned his head to look at his past self. He was frowning and searching for clues. Anxiety and restlessness creep up on his brows, unknowingly eroding his self-confidence and pride. Even Huangmao, who was watching the whole process, It is unclear whether it is the spiritual pollution of the kingdom of the dead or the setting of Daolin paper that affected Cen Jin.

He only watched gently how the past Cen Jin walked into the abyss step by step, and gave birth to the future Huangmao.

He also watched with tenderness and pity how the Ding Yiqing in the past became another Ding Yiqing he knew well. They were the same person, and they were the new Ding Yiqing and Cen Jin.

Just like a six-year-old child and a 16-year-old boy are the same person, but the boy who has been sculpted by the years is no longer a child, and will never be able to return to the temper, hobbies, and thoughts of a child... completely changed from the inside out , only the deep love in the soul remains unchanged.

If Cen Jin of the past can find Huang Mao of the future, he will find that he has tears streaming down his face.

Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing in the past couldn't understand the prophecy and the content of Daolin's paper, but Cen Jin in the future can guess seven or eight.

The deliberate lure of the ghost ship and several Daolin paper-related cases suggest that the mastermind behind Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing must have a twist of fate. What Cen Jin and others are encountering now is the "story meeting" that Ding Yiqing once said.

They once encountered a "story meeting" where the gods used the spinning of fate to set up a bureau in Northern Europe, and that was the beginning of all stories.

Those who can use the Spin of Destiny without being backlashed must be a high-level god, or a surviving god in the Nordic god system, maybe Hela, the god of death whose whereabouts are unknown, or the poisonous dragon Ned who disappeared with the corpses of the gods Hogg.

The modus operandi of hotel arson and company explosion is a bit crude, but in the cases of sick buildings and superhumans, they begin to manipulate human beings, change human self-cognition, and achieve the transition from manipulation to creation.

Of course, this kind of out-of-the-box creation is still limited to the cognition of the individual, and it is not enough to affect the whole, let alone create new objects out of thin air. exist.

This is the ability to force fate. He had understood it in Boss Long's story meeting back then, but it was only a fragment.

Ding Yiqing gathered all the fragments of fate, and the resurrection of most of the human beings who died in the apocalypse caused by Samuel is very likely—no, it should definitely be the function of the complete spinning of fate.

So now we know: 1. The complete Spin of Destiny was in the World Tree in 1999, controlled by an unknown god, and it will be broken in the same year.

2. The script written by Dao Linzhi came true, Cen Jin was forgotten, and Ding Yiqing became the god of death. Afterwards, the timeline of his body should be chaotic, and 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, thereby changing the death outcome of Ding Yiqing. (Although there are books of the dead, it is best to be prepared with both hands.)

4. The ghost ship incident, other cases related to Daolinzhi, and the script arrangements and settings of the Kingdom of the Dead should come from the same god. The outsiders executed in the mermaid town will be forgotten. Although it is similar to the spinning of fate, but The case is obviously different from several cases such as Ghost Ship.

The mermaid town is the mermaid's food reserve, without any interesting script arrangements.

The mermaid wanders on the edge of the land of fog. The story of the mermaid ancestor who wandered to Northern Europe is indeed quite dramatic, but the mermaid itself is boring and has no obvious story line, so I am afraid that it will not be able to catch the eyes of fate.

5. Papers and books that only emerged in human civilization are hidden in the Kingdom of the Dead, which records the history of the Kingdom of the Dead. Combined with the previously known clues, the identity of the God behind the scenes is so prominent that it does not take IQ to guess.

But out of his own preference for Ding Yiqing and a strong premonition, Huang Mao feels that the god behind the scenes is not Hela, the god of death.

If you speculate in this direction, you will get bad results: there are at least two new gods who survived the Norse mythology in the World Tree in 1999.

Next are the questions that need to be sorted out: 1. The identities and purposes of the two new gods.

2. The prophecy of the blind girl in the Hall of Valor 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 confusing problems, but they are not too important, because Huang Mao can get a glimpse of 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 Ding Yiqing: "Do you see if the whereabouts of Hela, the god of death, is recorded here?"

Ding Yiqing: "Hela, the god of death, left the palace of the goddess of fate and stole the holy spring water of Urd. Before the war broke out, all the souls of the kingdom of the dead disappeared, and the stolen spring water became dirty and black. Departing from the kingdom of the gods, passing through the icy kingdom of fog, and appearing in the atrium, it became the fuse that started the war between the giants and the gods."

"The Soul-devouring Urd Spring brings pollution back to the Uld Spring, polluting the entire sanctuary, and the Uld Spring, also known as the Spring of Life, is used to water the World Tree. The polluted spring rots the roots of the World Tree, The poisonous dragon will break the world tree."

The day when the poisonous dragon bites off the World Tree is the twilight of the gods.

The god of death Hela 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 subsequent Ragnarok War.

Ding Yiqing turned the page: "Hella did not participate in the war because she polluted the Urd spring water and sanctuary without permission, and was brought back to the palace by the three old goddesses of fate. She was not seen coming out until the goddess of fate became old and died."

Cen Jin: "We have to go to the Palace of the Goddess of Fate."

The decision was made, and there was no objection. The two pushed open the door of the study, returned to the palace hall, and walked towards the Iron Throne.

On the way, Cen Jin ruthlessly split all the iron statues: "My intuition tells me that even if these iron statues are alive, they are not good things."

Stepping on the iron ladder, Cen Jin raised his saber high and was about to cut off the last iron ladder leading to the abyss when his brain suddenly became dizzy and he almost fell down. Fish it back.

Cen Jin came back to his senses, and said decisively: "It is the magic painting that can interfere."

Ding Yiqing sullenly wanted to cut off the magic painting, but received the other party's begging for mercy: "It wants a complete iron figure."

Cen Jin sneered: "It's a good idea."

Ding Yiqing: "Anyway, it's useless, and carrying it is a burden. Deal with it as soon as possible."

Cen Jin responded, and turned to listen to Ding Yiqing say: "It said that the Iron Statue was a failure made by using the water of Urd Spring. It still has life, but only the instinct of evil. As long as it is given a body that can move freely, It will help us find who is behind it, because it knows who is behind it."

Cen Jin's eyebrows and eyes were a little irritable and impatient. This thing knew important information but concealed it, and dared to bargain with his life in his hands?

"Either say it now, or go down to the dark abyss 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 sternly said: "Throw it down!"

With a crackle, Ding Yiqing split the magic painting, a lot of blood oozed from the crack, and Achilles' blood was drained, and the blood flowing out now was the human beings he had sucked in these years.

Ding Yiqing inserted Tang Dao into the magic painting, spun it twice, his eyes turned cold, but there was a gentle smile on his lips: "It said that it actually didn't know the mastermind behind the scenes, because that person would always appear in the world with different identities. All kinds of vests stir up wind and rain.

The last time the magic painting saw him was in Mrs. Leadman's collection room, and he gave Mrs. Leadman a recipe for making human bone soup. "

Cen Jin immediately looked at the iron statue, and the steps behind him were covered with black, foul-smelling slime. The color and smell were different, and it was impossible to think of one.

"It is rumored that the soul is in the head. The so-called human bone soup should be accurate to say soul soup. Feeding the soul soup to other creatures can make them mutate and become usable monsters."

"So it's really Hella, God of Death?"

Ding Yiqing: "The magic painting said no. How do you know it's not?"

It was Mo Hua who asked, Mo Hua answered, and Cen Jin asked for the answer.

Ding Yiqing kicked the magic painting down the abyss, pulled Cen Jin towards the Iron Throne, and said without looking back: "It said that the undead know the smell of the god of death best. Although the smell it smells is very familiar, it does not belong to the god of death." .”

The two walked to the Iron Throne.

Cen Jin was curious: "I remember that every mythology system has hell and the underworld and gods of death. Can they all smell the smell? Can you tell which god of death comes from?"

Ding Yiqing: "I didn't say anything, but it's a pity that I threw it away."

Cen Jin sighed: "I always feel that the use is not thorough enough, even waste has the right to squeeze out the value."

Ding Yiqing: "..."

Cross the Iron Throne, walk towards the path deep in the iron thorns, proceed cautiously in the dark, follow the direction of the sound of water, and finally touch a river of unknown depth, length, width and width, and continue walking in the direction of the river.

The center of the river is full of iron thorns like sharp knives and sharp swords, and iron figures are pierced on the thorns. From seven or eight meters, three or two iron figures appear, to three or four steps, and the number of iron figures becomes more and more dense. The scene is like the hell described in folklore Knife Mountain is particularly terrifying.

Walking to the end of the river, to a vast flat land, you can clearly feel that they are in a cave, the sound of the river rushing becomes louder and louder, like a boiling iron pot, or like a waterfall falling into a pool, the sound of multiple rivers rushing together .

When they arrived at the entrance of Pingdi Cave, they suddenly heard the roar of a ferocious beast. Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing stopped in their tracks and proceeded carefully against the cave wall. Their eyesight was limited in the dark, so they could only rely on their hearing and the sixth and seventh senses of a transcendent as much as possible.

When Cen Jin was groping forward, a cool breeze blew across his neck, his scalp felt numb all of a sudden, and his conditioned reflex was uncontrollable. He subconsciously leaned towards Ding Yiqing who was behind him: "Do you feel the cool breeze? Can you tell the direction?"

Ding Yiqing didn't answer, he was so quiet that he couldn't make any sound, but his presence could be felt, that is, there was no sound, footsteps, friction between actions, breathing... nothing at all—wait a minute, no breathing?

Cen Jin usually has a beast-like intuition for the coming of danger, which is his sixth sense superior to ordinary people, but after stepping into the kingdom of death, it has repeatedly failed, and he has been walking all the way for at least two hours without noticing that "Ding Yiqing" behind him does not know When did it change.

He was sure it wasn't Ding Yiqing.

Cen Jin gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and when the figure behind him suddenly approached, he thrust the knife into the rock wall of the cave, used his strength to somersault onto the handle of the knife, vaguely saw the black shadow flying into the air, and before he could think about it, he pulled out the knife and slashed down.

At the same time, the sixth sense was pushed to the extreme, forming 'eyes' to trace the shape of a black shadow, it was a giant dog, covered with blood spots like dysentery, one eyeball hung outside, as if hit by a car and flew by. As he climbed up, his knife-sharp teeth bit down on his neck, and his attacking movements suddenly became slow and stiff.

Cen Jin's knife plunged into the giant dog with a puff, and he swung it violently twice to cut it off in the middle, leaving only a layer of skin attached. He fell to the ground and gasped violently...wasn't he not breathing?

As soon as he figured this out, his brain, which seemed to be wrapped in a layer of fog, suddenly became clear, and some kind of cognition was deleted. Cen Jin looked down in disbelief, and found that the black shadow that had been lying on the giant dog had turned into Ding Qingqing.

"!"

Cen Jin squatted down tremblingly, his mind was blank, cold sweat dripped down his body, his whole body was stiff and trembling, his teeth were chattering, until a huge force broke his jaw, cupped his face, and hugged him forcefully.

"It's okay, I'm okay, you didn't hurt me, don't be afraid." Ding Yiqing kept comforting Cen Jin.

Cen Jin touched Ding Yiqing's back, and he let out a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no wound: "What I saw was a giant dog preparing to attack me. How could it be you? My brain has been blinded again?"

Ding Yiqing: "It's not just you, I was also deceived." His voice was a little low: "I saw you were bitten to death by a giant blood-spotted dog, and I wanted to kill it. Probably because anger stimulates the ability to devour, reducing the pollution that blinds the brain. Quickly wake up. The moment I woke up, I found that Tang Dao was about to be inserted into your neck, which scared me into a cold sweat."

Cen Jin understood that feeling, there was still a layer of cold sweat on his back.

"Spiritual pollution is pervasive and ubiquitous. It is not a forceful attack or invasion, but a trick to play with us, mislead our brains and cognition, and want us to kill each other."

Ding Yiqing embraced Cen Jin tightly, and said in silence for a moment: "There are no monsters that can attack us in the kingdom of the dead. You can be sure of this. All living things are dead, and the undead disappeared overnight, leaving only the group of extremely slow-moving monsters." Iron statue.

The giant blood-stained dog in the hallucination should be Garm, the giant dog guarding the entrance to the Kingdom of the Dead, who died long ago during the battle of the gods. "

Cen Jin closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on Ding Yiqing's shoulder, feeling that it was not enough, he hugged Ding Yiqing's neck tightly to calm the panic in his heart.

"It doesn't mean that there is no weirdness. Thousands of years have passed, and other monsters may grow. Just in case, I will stop attacking at critical moments. If you find that the monster you encounter stops attacking, then People are me."

Ding Yiqing: "Yes."

After embracing each other silently for a while, the two embarked on the journey again. Fortunately, not far from the cave exit, they passed through a dusty steel forest. From time to time, there were one or two rough bird calls, but no bird shadows were seen.

Gradually hearing the sound of water, Ding Yiqing said that they had come to the border of the kingdom of the dead.

Seeing a gold-plated crystal bridge from a distance, Ding Yiqing said that crossing the bridge would leave the kingdom of the dead, and told him to be careful. The literature records that there is a huge dead bone guarding the bridge to suck blood.

In the back is a bottomless iron forest, in the middle is a rushing river, and on the other side is an extremely cold and cold place, covered with thick fog. This unique landscape proves that the kingdom of death is inside the kingdom of fog.

Cen Jin shook his head and said, "After I go out, I will announce this great discovery to the headquarters and the school! By the way, can I get a prize for publishing a paper based on this?"

Ding Yiqing grabbed his hand worriedly, and said that he could observe the surroundings while guarding against the sudden attack of the giant bone skeleton.

Cen Jin's fingers slipped between Ding Yiqing's and intertwined with him, his lips pursed into a smile, and suddenly he saw a red shadow standing quietly in the dense fog on the other side of the bridge.

Because the environment is gray without other colors, it is easy to find when the sudden red appears.

"There is a red shadow on the other side of the bridge, can you see it?"

Cen Jin was not sure if it was an illusion produced by his brain being deceived again.

"Nibelungen."

"You mean the people of the country of fog?"

The Country of Fog is also called Niflheim, also known as Nibelungen. It is also believed 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 Nibelung. dragon root.

"Do you think the red shadow on the opposite side is a hallucination created by you and me together or is it real?"

"Grab it and you'll know."

The two looked at each other and let go of their hands at the same time. The figure was like lightning, and quickly jumped across the bridge to the motionless Hong Ying. The distance was so close that Hong Ying'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 light yellow eyebrows, and a red cloak on her body, quietly watching Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing.

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 relax their vigilance because of her harmlessness, and the two sharp knives slashed at the girl's head from different directions.

"Don't you want to meet your companions?"

The red cloak opened suddenly, and the two sharp blades stopped abruptly, the blade hummed, and the wind of the blade split the hood of the red cloak.

The red cloak smiled harmlessly: "Your companions, a woman and three men, they miss you very much."