After the monkey and Bailong knew Pan Yue's identity, they immediately threw themselves on the ground and knelt down to him in fear. Thinking of their previous arrogant words, they couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.
Although after Pan Yue's strenuous explanation, they finally believed that the Holy Son would not sin against them, the three of them were obviously more cautious in their interactions.
Pan Yue briefly asked about the situation of the Children of Light, and the two of them lowered their heads and answered truthfully. It made him feel like a leader coming to inspect the work at the grassroots level.
"Can I go inside the altar and have a look?"
According to the two of them, the "Supreme Man" founded the Sons of Light on this mountain more than 20 years ago, and the sacred objects he left behind are enshrined here.
This request made the monkey a little embarrassed. He scratched his head nervously and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Pan Yue.
"Um... We are ordered to guard here to prevent outsiders from breaking in, but you, Holy Son..."
Bailong had an idea in his mind and quickly reached out to cover the monkey's mouth.
"Holy Son, let's go patrol the area, and you can have a good rest."
After saying that, he winked secretly at Pan Yue, with a sly smile on his handsome face.
"..."
Pan Yue originally thought that the Sons of Light were a heinous cult, but now it seems that these believers are not all weirdos. He looked at their retreating figures with a smile on his face, and slowly walked into the altar. At this time, the terrifying blood-red color in the sky
It's a bit dimmer, which is how people in this world distinguish between day and night.
The evening breeze blew the swaying torches, and Pan Yue's reflection in the altar also twisted. He walked up the steps step by step, and saw this tall stone tablet erected in the center of the round altar.
The surface of this stone tablet is covered with deep and irregular scratches. Some coherent lines can be vaguely seen under the gaps between the scratches. It looks like someone deliberately erased some important words. Pan
Yue observed it carefully, feeling inexplicably familiar.
Finally, he saw several neglected complete texts near the edge of the stone tablet.
Pan Yue was stunned, then quickly took a few steps back, staring at the stone monument with wide eyes in horror.
"Merciful...blessed...after death."
These are the only vaguely legible words left on the stone tablet.
Panting heavily, Pan Yue took out Uncle Zhao's manuscript from her backpack, shook her head and muttered to herself.
"No...Uncle Zhao...I..."
Not only the words on the stone tablet, but also the handwriting of the "Supreme Man" is exactly the same as Uncle Zhao.
Pan Yue held the manuscript tightly in her hands and stumbled to the other side of the stone tablet.
"Zhao Qingquan, Yang Rou, July 23, 1991."
The other side of the stele is intact, and the writing on it is delicate and elegant.
These are the names of Uncle Zhao and Aunt Yang, with a love heart engraved between their names.
Pan Yue finally understood the meaning of the mark on the map - he had heard Uncle Zhao mention that this was the place where they had their first date.
What frightened Pan Yue was not only that Uncle Zhao might be the "supreme man" who founded the Sons of Light, but also a sentence that Monkey mentioned in a chat not long ago.
"The way for mortals to join the Children of Light is to recite the prayers handwritten by the followers of the Children of Light."
Pan Yue clearly remembered reading the prayer to the manuscript outside Huguang Village.
He hesitated and slowly raised his head. Against the dark red background, the stars that only Sons of Light followers could see were staring at him quietly.
From this moment on, Pan Yue did not dare to look at the sky again for a long time.
His head exploded with a "buzz", and he fell to the ground without any support, his hands hanging limply by his feet.
Pan Yue, the young man who was regarded as the savior by the human resistance army, actually became the Holy Son of the Son of Light.
Flames erupted uncontrollably around his body. It was originally a light blue color generated by the power of nature, and was soon enveloped by another black firelight.
The evil flames from hell were much more fierce than the light blue flames, and they quickly enveloped Pan Yue's entire body. His backpack and countless manuscripts were reduced to ashes in the fire, including those that led him into hell.
's prayer.
When Pan Yue woke up, only the stone tablet was left in front of her. It stood there motionless, as if making a silent mockery of Pan Yue.
Suddenly, Pan Yue's hand touched a cold object, and when she lowered her head, she saw that it was a slender iron ruler.
"Yang Xiu."
The scales on the ruler have long been worn away by the years, and only the two characters "Juanxiu" are clearly visible. They must have been put in the backpack a long time ago.
"Haha... Aunt Yang, don't leave any little surprises for me..."
Pan Yue smiled bitterly and shook his head. After hesitating for a moment, he still put the iron ruler in his pocket and carried it close to his body. Then he slowly stood up and clenched his fists. Black magic poured into his body without any knowledge, and the energy field overwhelmed him.
The surrounding space distorts into a bubble.
The next second, he teleported himself down the mountain.
He did not dare to face the monkey and the white dragon again, so he ran towards Huguang Village like crazy.
dead Pool.
He only has one thought now, and that is to die together with the monster in the abyss that whispers in his ears all day long.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......"
Pan Yue laughed hysterically, as if she wanted to pour out her anger on the evil god who brought disaster.
Suddenly, a strange feeling made him stop and laugh - a sign of danger.
Black magic greatly improved Pan Yue's perception. Although he could not see the entity, he could clearly feel an alien demon flying towards him.
This place is still some distance away from Huguang Village. Obviously it didn't come from Dead Pond, but was attracted by the crazy laughter.
Immediately afterwards, Pan Yue felt a wave of mental fluctuations, which was the alien demon who wanted to completely destroy his mind. The ground under his feet suddenly became extremely soft, and finally turned into a pool of quicksand.
Pan Yue was trapped in it, trying desperately to struggle but to no avail.
Falling... falling...
As the quicksand gradually covered his neck, densely packed reptiles emerged from the quicksand.
Falling... falling...
They quickly penetrated into Pan Yue's ears, mouth, and eyes... The severe stinging tortured his nerves repeatedly.
Falling... falling...
The quicksand covered Pan Yue's head, and he felt that his breathing was almost stopping, and his body was falling uncontrollably through the endless darkness below.
It was deep, endless darkness and silence.
Suddenly, countless yellow and white eyes appeared in the darkness. Those eyes were thin and narrow, and the pupils stretched upward to an incredible length - they were definitely not human eyes.
As those eyes came closer, Pan Yue saw the monster's face.
It exudes purple light, and its skin is so rough that it looks like it has been baptized for tens of thousands of years.
Pan Yue's brain had stopped functioning. There was no fear or madness. It was just that the nerves were stretched to the limit like a tight rubber band and broke at an inadvertent moment.
Falling... falling...
Just when Pan Yue seemed to be about to be swallowed by the terrifying monster, the cold touch of the iron ruler in his pocket awakened some of the sensations in his legs.
Aunt Yang’s iron ruler.
The soft smiles of Aunt Yang and Uncle Zhao in the memory replaced the nightmare in front of me, and then Fang Yang's calm voice came to my ears.
"Don't be afraid."
The iron ruler emits pure white light, and a warm current flows along it to every corner of Pan Yue's body, awakening his entire body.
The crawler disappears, it doesn't exist at all.
The darkness gradually receded, and his feet felt the solidity of stepping on the ground again. The light returned to Pan Yue's eyes. At this moment, in addition to anger, there was more determination, and a sneer at the monster popped out of his mouth.
"Your illusion is too weak, the reality is far more terrifying."
The power of nature and black magic blended in his body, and a surge of energy filled his body. He took out the iron ruler from his pocket and held it tightly in his hand, and the third energy also poured in.
The spiritual power of the magic weapon.
Blue and black flames and white holy light converged on Pan Yue's hand, and a huge wave of energy rushed straight towards the void White Walker.
"I, Pan Yue, the savior of mankind and the Son of Light, am still afraid of you?"
As Pan Yue shouted angrily, Pan Yue felt the alien demon screaming in pain, and the mental fluctuations it brought became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.
Snapped.
The dead alien demon materialized and fell to the ground weakly. Behind the strange illusion was nothing more than a monster that looked exactly like an owl. The only difference was that its feathers were purple.
"Higher White Walkers, nothing more than that."
After this battle, Pan Yue finally calmed down. He had a more important mission than rushing to the dead pool to face the unknown.
After encountering so many changes in just one day, Pan Yue couldn't help but feel physically and mentally exhausted. He used an iron ruler to draw a pure white boundary around him and then fell asleep on the spot. This chapter has been completed!