The ruins of the palace were different from the outside world. The difference between day and night was very unclear. The two of them slept when they were sleepy and ate when they were hungry. They saw that there was less and less food left.

Zhou Jia lay on the stone platform, turning back and forth, thinking in his mind.

From time to time, he turned his head and looked at Chen Hui, who was sleeping with her back to him.

The white flowers he saw not long ago made his blood surge. Although it is indecent, it is human nature and it is inevitable to be a little impulsive.

"You don't regret it, do you?"

Chen Hui's muffled voice sounded:

"I'm not a casual person. Once I miss an opportunity, I won't come back again. I have a boyfriend, and you also have a girlfriend."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Jia felt that her voice was sarcastic, annoyed, and a little bit unhappy. He couldn't help but look embarrassed when he heard this:

"That's not what I meant."

"Have the things on the stone tablet been untied?" Chen Hui changed the subject a little stiffly.

"Not yet." Zhou Jia was shocked when he mentioned this matter:

"Professor Song deduced it based on the ancient people's idea of ​​offering sacrifices to heaven, but I feel something is wrong. It should be something else."

"Judging from the stone paintings here, the 'owner' of the main hall is not as full of worship of 'Heaven' as our ancients there."

"It should be something more innocent..."

This is not because Zhou Jia is more accomplished in writing than Professor Song, but after more than ten years of development, the literary industry is much more prosperous than before.

Documents that were once strictly prohibited for external circulation can now be freely viewed in museums.

So when it comes to knowledge,

Zhou Jia is really better than Professor Song.

Coupled with the original deductions in the notebook and the guesses in each text, from a high position, Zhou Jia saw more, and his speculation may be closer to the truth.

Talking about the speculation in his heart, he got a little excited and said a few more words, but his words stopped abruptly.

He propped himself up and looked at Chen Hui, but the other person was already fast asleep.

She was sleeping with a gentle temperament, like a begonia sleeping in spring. The undetectable down on her face was accompanied by a slight trembling of breath.

There is also a milky fragrance that quietly floats over.

As for body shape...

What you just saw was undeniable, and it was extremely hot!

Zhou Jia couldn't help but be stunned.

After a pause, he came to his senses and turned his back, suppressing the ups and downs in his heart.

"Father, mother, I'm going to die..."

Drowsily, Chen Hui muttered to herself in her sleep:

"I don't want to die, but if I must die, don't let me suffer too much. It's best to fall asleep and never wake up again."

"No pain, no pain, best."

"Zhou Jia..."

"Why!"

Zhou Jia turned around and spoke subconsciously. Seeing that she was still sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"If I die, you can just eat my flesh. This way you can survive for a few more days, but you must wait until I'm dead before you eat it. I'm afraid of pain."

"..."

Zhou Jia was speechless.

I don’t know what she was dreaming about, she really talked about anything.

Unable to fall asleep, he simply turned over and sat up, picked up the diary and came to the stone tablet to deduce the text information on it again.

All words are used to record and describe something, and there are traces to follow.

even.

The older the text, the easier it is to guess its meaning.

Because the original text only used images to describe the meaning, without any complicated changes, and each word pointed to something specific.

of course there are exceptions.

The characters on the stele are shaped like tadpoles, there are one hundred and eight, each one is different and should point to one hundred and eight things.

"Words for worshiping heaven?"

"No!"

"Something described?"

"That's not right either!"

"A story told?"

"impossible!"

"What the hell is that?"

Zhou Jia frowned, scratched his head and cheeks, stood up and paced back and forth from time to time, and even unpacked the pages of his notebook and laid them flat on the ground.

One day, two days...

I don't know exactly how long it took.

Chen Hui had already given up struggling, lying on her back on the ground, looking up at the sky, her eyes were lifeless and her breathing was vague.

As for Zhou Jia.

He seemed to have fallen into some kind of crazy state, and the ashes all over the huge palace were covered with words he drew and papers he spread out.

From time to time, when he thought of something, he would yell twice, or stretch out his hand to correct the writing on the ground.

"That's it..."

"No, no!"

"what exactly is it……"

In his madness, he did not allow anyone to touch the writing on the ground. His red eyes made Chen Hui feel scared from the bottom of her heart.

but……

"I'm dying!"

Chen Hui opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She only felt that her body was getting weaker and weaker, until her consciousness fell into blur.

'It turns out that death doesn't hurt...'

In the field.

Zhou Jia, with disheveled hair, stood in front of the stone tablet, his body motionless, his eyes lifeless, just looking at the words on it dreamily.

a long time.

His body swayed slightly, and a light seemed to appear in his eyes.

"No...it's not a eulogy, it's not a description, it's not even a sentence at all..."

"It's just two words!"

"Two words!"

Zhou Jia's voice is hoarse, his hair is scattered on his head, his facial hair is messy, his skin and flesh are shriveled, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

"This is just two words!"

"yes……"

"Apocalypse!"

"No!"

Zhou Jia shook his head, and after thinking for a moment, his voice became extremely strange, as if he was singing, as if shouting, as if he was narrating something calmly.

Resend the two magic bytes.

"sky!"

"start!"

"boom……"

The void trembled slightly, and the earth and sky turned upside down.

Like stars falling and everything returning to ruins, an unknown terror suddenly appeared in my heart and never dissipated for a long time.

Until.

A flash of starlight appeared in the dead silence.
To be continued...