"...As we all know, the belief in the destruction of civilization has always been the most attractive part. They worship misfortune and believe that misfortune can bring about the final destination. The explicit content of this peculiar worship phenomenon is what we have in front of us.

Although the stone sculpture is severely weathered, you can still see that it is a man without facial features, hands and feet. In the civilization of Annihilation, this person is called a prophet. It has absolutely sensitive perception and can detect anything from anything.

Being the first to perceive the arrival, occurrence and passing of misfortune from one angle, one can be said to be a dependent of misfortune.”

Since it is an expo, there will naturally be explainers. Wu Cangye, followed by Xue Li and Jenny, are currently standing in front of an unrecognizable stone sculpture, listening to the explanation.

Jenny was the talkative one, constantly exclaiming words such as incredible and weird.

Wu Cangye was a little bored. His main attention was on observing the people around him. Unfortunately, no trace of Moebius was found.

They listened for a while more and found that the time was almost up, so they prepared to gather.

Although the things outside are all antiques, most of them are just daily necessities and daily relics from extinct civilizations. The best ones are statues of prophets.

The real core parts are those hidden in the inner library, such as Ashlaye's prophecies.

People in Sydney's clubs can all be said to be cultural enthusiasts. Except for a few girls who are not interested, most of them are very interested.

"What's happening outside isn't exciting enough." After the gathering, someone complained.

Someone immediately echoed that there was nothing they could do about it. After all, they were people who had read Ashlaye's handwriting. Even if they couldn't understand it, they had seen the world.

"I'm really looking forward to what's in the inner hall. There should be a real Ashlaye prophecy, right?" said the boy who complained that the outside was not exciting enough.

"Is it a mural?" someone answered.

"Our school provides a mural bar, but I heard that Crescent City does not provide one." A well-informed person among the girls said.

"What could that be?"

"It seems like poetry?"

"Poetry?"

"I just heard about it."

"By the way, have you heard that Professor Maris really disappeared. It seems to be related to the extinction of civilization. He seemed to be in a very unstable mental state before he disappeared..."

"real or fake?"

A group of people were discussing nonchalantly.

Wu Cangye was still making observations.

"It seems like you have no interest in these?" Xue Li did not participate in those discussions, but was observing Wu Cangye.

"I just want to see the real prophecy." Wu Cangye smiled.

"You're lying." Xue Li wrinkled her nose, but didn't say any more.

After a while, Randy came. His face was a little red, as if something good had happened to him.

"Randy, you seem to have won some big prize?" someone couldn't help but tease.

"Oh, my dear Bieber, it's even better than winning the lottery. I got the opportunity to go to Heffield University for further study. I just met Professor Ge Wen from Crescent City. He read my thesis and thought I was very good.

Not bad, he will recommend me to go to Haiful." Randy did not shy away and directly stated the reason.

"Oh my god, are you talking about Professor Gervin Pierrot from the University of Haifur? He is not only famous in the history field, but also a master in the literary field. I really envy you." There is a girl.

exclaimed.

Randy just looked at Xue Li and smiled lightly, as if to say, look, I am awesome.

"He's so childish." Xue Li complained silently.

Wu Cangye shrugged his shoulders in sympathy.

Finally, Randy was going to take a group of people to the inner hall.

The inner building is behind a passage filled with security guards.

Randy took out his ID and talked for a while before finally letting the security guards let him go.

It's just that another security check is inevitable.

Fortunately, Wu Cangye was carrying a water gun and nothing was wrong with the metal detector.

After more than ten minutes, the group finally entered the inner hall.

The light in the interior hall is not as dim as expected. On the contrary, the light is very bright and the entire venue is very open.

In the center of the venue, there are a bunch of glass cabinets, and the cabinets naturally contain those special collections.

Ashraya's Prophecy.

Wu Cangye was a little excited. At the same time, he found that the Stone of Doom in his pocket seemed to be a little excited and slightly hot.

It's just that Wu Cangye couldn't approach him immediately, mainly because it would look too abrupt, and there were also many people surrounding him at this time. They were all middle-aged and elderly people who could tell from their temperaments that they were scholars.

Staring at the contents of the cupboard, pointing.

Randy also appeared to be very cautious, leading a group of people over quietly, and gesturing to the people behind him, asking them to be careful and not to talk or move randomly.

Especially Wu Cangye, he gave Wu Cangye a special look.

Wu Cangye was indifferent and just wanted him to walk faster.

Slowly approaching, Wu Cangye finally saw clearly what was in the cupboard.

That's a new mural.

The reason why I say new is naturally because it is compared with the one he got before.

The moment he saw this mural, Wu Cangye was a little confused.

Because the content painted on the mural is fog.

There was a lot of fog, and inside the fog, there was a huge, unclear shadow that seemed to cover the entire scene.

Fog, why is it fog again?

He was in a daze for a while and then calmed down immediately. There was nothing abnormal about fog. After all, Moebius's annotation also said that fog was also a major feature of the Annihilation Civilization.

Then he quickly noticed that this mural was not complete. There were obvious faults. In the broken places, you could see some corpses. It should be said that there were many corpses. These corpses seemed to be... piles.

It became a hill.

Wu Cangye couldn't help but think of that dream.

He sat on a mountain of corpses and killed like crazy.

this……

"...If we speculate from the current situation, if the ten prophecies really exist, they should be presented in different forms. Murals are one kind, and poetry should also be one kind. It's just this poetry manuscript. From the analysis results

Look, it’s not Aslaye’s original manuscript…”

"The handwriting is almost the same."

"But the manuscript shows that this manuscript should be hundreds of years later than Aslaye."

"It's hard to say in which period Aslaya existed...how can we say there's something wrong with the manuscript?"

The scholars nearby were arguing.

After Wu Cangye heard a few words, he temporarily put aside the speculations he had just made and looked over.

Then I saw the so-called poetry manuscript, a roll of yellowed manuscript paper made of an unknown material.

I still can’t understand the text, but there is a translation on the side. The first sentence is:

"A boy who grew up in a distant place where flowers and dusk meet together..."

Sudden.

at this time.

The power supply system fails.
Chapter completed!