When Song Wenqing's palm gently covered the stone tablet with the word "Shen Tomb" engraved in the seal, a line of words suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Do you give up everything you already have and start an adventure with a new attitude?"

There are two options below the text: Continue and exit.

This seems to be the "humanization" set by Ke Xiaoliang a lot by setting the gourd.

But in fact, this is simply a false proposition.

It took several hours to make the pre-reflection and the word "Divine Tomb" was used to shock the mind and attract thoughts.

At this time, how could anyone who still has a fighting spirit in his heart choose to give up?

Those who choose to give up, think they are not willing to do so. Even if they are squeezed, they can’t squeeze out a few pieces. If they give up, they will give up.

Song Qingwen did not hesitate and chose to continue directly. This time he was still the soul splitting.

So even if there is any danger, the loss is not large.

What's more, after experiencing the last "test", he admired the "faceless man" who created this world and did not believe that this would be a trap.

"It will be a long journey, and you will feel lonely and lonely, and those dangers will become insignificant to you. You may even feel that you are just wasting your time in pursuit of an impossible miracle."

Below the text, the options to continue and exit appear again.

Song Qingwen chose to continue even faster.

"The journey of life has always been lonely, and all people and things are just an experience in this journey. So for God, is their loneliness because of their experience? They have existed, so they chose to die again?"

The gradually magnificent and distant music began to sound louder and louder in Song Qingwen's ears.

Then he felt a suction force that was absorbing and even shaping his soul.

He did not resist and allowed this force to transform him.

After the power disappeared, Song Qingwen felt his real power suppressed by a fragile seal, and he turned into a strange little dwarf, standing in a dark cave with nothing in front of him. Because of his unclear vision, he could not figure out his current real state at all.

This feels strange.

It's like returning to the era of being an ordinary person.

Weak, powerless, and all kinds of physical qualities are extremely fragile.

A small darkness can cause great trouble.

In the darkness, something seemed to be wandering quickly. It was close to his body and breathing coldly at him.

But Song Qingwen couldn't see it.

For a moment, he wanted to tear open the seal, but saw a new passage of text appearing in front of him.

"If you want to give up, you can do it anytime. After all, not everyone can tolerate loneliness and vulnerability. Even those gods who were once high cannot bear it. No one will blame you. The real warriors can always face the fragility in their hearts."

The seemingly comforting dialogue still has the option of continuing or exiting.

Against this option, the above passage becomes like sarcasm and sarcasm.

Although it seems...it doesn't seem to mean this.

Song Qingwen restrained his impulse and began to grop in the darkness.

Soon he found a dry torch, and found some phosphorus powder and two flints in the corner of the wall.

Lighted the torch.

The darkness is dispersed.

He saw clearly where he was.

This is a quirky-looking ‘hall’.

Rows of wooden chairs shattered or collapsed in the ruins.

The snow-white gauze has traces of being burned by the fire, but is now covered with dust.

There are incomplete paintings above the dome above the head.

In the murals, some weird people with golden or platinum hair, thin clothes, but wings, have deep eyes and sacred eyes, as if they want to reach out to grab something below.

The monster with ugly appearance, horns on his head and bat wings on his back was pierced to the ground with a sword wrapped in flames, as if wailing.

"The feather man from Yizhou?" Song Qingwen felt a little strange.

Because even the feathers in Yizhou, the wings on their backs are definitely not pure white.

Most of them appear gray and brown, as well as chaotic colors.

Only the sixteen pillars whose bloodline is more noble and pure will have blue and purple wings.

As for the highest royal family, they are silver and gold wings.

Holding the torch forward.

Right in front is a high podium.

Directly behind the podium is a large cross.

On the cross, a decayed corpse was crucified.

The hands and wrists of the corpse were each stuck tightly on the cross by a silver nail.

The feet were stacked together and were passed by a silver nail, nailed to the end of the cross.

There seemed to be some words written in blood next to the corpse.

But Song Wenqing did not recognize these words.

On the table on the podium, there was also a thick book.

Blowing away the dust on the cover, Song Qingwen opened the book.

The words on the pages seem to be consistent with those on the wall.

The same strange words that he did not understand.

At this time, Song Qingwen suddenly had an illusion.

"Can I really come to a different world through some way?"

Strange words, strange murals, and strange buildings... These are all incompatible with the "common sense" that Song Qingwen knows and knows.

Quiet!

Some crows made strange screams outside the broken door not far away.

Song Qingwen looked around the "hall" again.

In addition to the book that did not recognize words, he also found several crosses of silver or copper, a letter that he could not understand, and some meaningless fragments.

After no more gains, Song Qingwen walked out of the 'hall'.

Looking back, it seems to be a separate building.

The architectural style is strange, and it should have been a grand and solemn style, but it looks gloomy and terrifying because of the dark clouds and winds.

Of course, this little atmosphere cannot cause any psychological pressure to a demon sect boss like Song Qingwen.

What really made him feel a little confused and puzzled was always everything here that was different from what he knew.

Not far ahead of the strange-style building is a large cemetery.

Above the cemetery, a large number of crows were hovering.

In front of each tomb, there are cross-shaped wooden signs inserted.

Some of them are also engraved with words that Song Qingwen cannot understand.

Following the path flooded by weeds, Song Qingwen staggered.

When he walked to a small river, he finally saw the reflected face in the river with the help of the hazy and blurred sky light.

It was a tender and unfamiliar face.

She is thin, but has a high nose bridge, green eyes, and a head of light blonde hair. Her skin is also very white, but she has a lot of freckles.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning was pulled across the sky.
Chapter completed!