This is a very, very strange sound. Everyone including Xiaohuo who knows Jialuorong knows that she is a person who cannot say a word, but at this moment, the sound continues to spread from the stone altar, and anyone who listens
No one who heard the voice seemed to be able to tell immediately whether it was a male or female voice.
The sound was constantly changing. Before the tears in Mustache's eyes could be wiped away, he suddenly heard a sound that made him feel very familiar. Following this sound, Mustache seemed to have traveled through time and space in an instant.
Back to the crowded Barkhor Street.
"If one day, the people who follow God begin to waver, start to leave, or even start to betray, that is when our religion will face a great disaster. The traitors and aliens will destroy everything left by God and throw us into
In the abyss with no way out for eternity, our believers will suffer inhuman torture, be expelled, and be killed..."
Mustache was speechless. The violent mood swings made it impossible for him to calm down. Before the previous tears fell, another wave of tears came out like a tide. He could tell that it was Gesang Medo's.
sound.
"I said, that woman, isn't she already..." Lao Zhao hesitated. He had met Gesang Meiduo and remembered her tone and voice. When he suddenly heard the voice of a dead person, he would
It makes people feel surprised, even a little scared. But in this place, there are too many strange things, and Lao Zhao has no time to delve into them.
No one is more familiar with Kelsang Medo than Mustache. Although his mood is very unstable, Mustache gradually realizes that this voice is a bit ethereal and unreal. Although it is indeed Kelsang Medo's voice, it sounds like
It has been put on hold.
Everyone was listening to the sound of the figure on the stone altar as if they were listening to the radio. However, everyone could detect something special and strange. There was only one figure, but the sound was constantly changing.
"God said that if the day when we are killed and expelled really comes, there is only one thing we can do, the only thing. Everything left by God is destroyed, then let the destruction be more complete...
..."
The voice suddenly changed again. Gesang Medo's voice could not be heard at all. It was replaced by the slightly hoarse and heavy voice of an elderly man. This voice was very unfamiliar. Mustache had never heard it before. However, as
As the sound continued to spread, he seemed to be enlightened and suddenly realized something.
This must be Chanado's voice! Then, Mustache thought that the ever-changing voice was repeating the content of the prophecies of the end of the world, and the figure on the stone altar must be Jia Luorong. The seeds hidden deep in her mind had already
It fully sprouted and bloomed, and the treasures left by Chanado in the past were received and then awakened.
"The god has fallen, but those closest to him still remain in the world, leading God's people, God's believers..."
Many people with low status may not be able to hear what these words mean, but those who have been exposed to major events for a long time, including Mustache, can tell that the shadow on the stone altar is promoting the full text of the end of the world prophecy. For
For pilgrims, this is absolutely intolerable, but at this point, there is no point in blocking the spread of doomsday prophecies. The holy weapon is the foundation. As long as you master the holy weapon, everything else is just a cloud.
.
As the sound spread, the originally quiet crowd gradually became commotion. They may have received instructions from their leaders, and the crowd began to disperse. Some people continued to restrain each other, while others moved closer to the stone altar. Although the doomsday prophecies were specific
The content is no longer important, but they all want to know if the person who accepted the doomsday prophecy hidden any other secrets.
Jia Luorong's situation has become very dangerous. After such a long period of observation, Lao Zhao and Xiao Hu confirmed that there is no one else on the stone altar. Jia Luorong climbed to the top of the stone altar alone, and now he is being attacked by so many people.
Can she escape from the siege of others?
The huge picture on the ground is a great threat. If there are fragments of the wheel eye hidden in this place, then anyone who enters the area covered by the picture will be troubled by this threat. But the stone altar is faintly in this picture
Right in the center, if you want to get close to the stone altar, you cannot avoid entering the picture.
"Don't go there!" Mustache made his decision and turned to Lao Zhao and Duoji.
"Xiao Xiang, what are you going to do!" Old Zhao could see what Xiao Xiang was going to do, and immediately raised objections. There were only three of them, and the only feasible way was to hide patiently, look for the most suitable opportunity, and attack important people.
The enemy launches a surprise attack. But once Mustache tries to rush out, all the advantages will be lost and he will become the target of many attacks.
"I once promised her." Mustache gently took away Lao Zhao's hand and wiped away the last tear. He promised Jialuorong. Although he didn't say it to her face to face, it was in his heart countless times.
He once promised that as long as he was alive, he would not allow anyone to do any harm to her.
Mustache's promise is as heavy as a mountain.
"Let him go." Duoji said beside Lao Zhao, "Otherwise, he will be even more uncomfortable than if he died."
Mustache glanced at Duoji, and suddenly felt that this wretched and weird old man could actually read his own mind, in addition to having a heart that ordinary people couldn't see.
He smiled at Duoji and looked at Lao Zhao. He didn't know if he could come back alive after he went out. Because the premonition of death was getting stronger and stronger. Although he didn't say it explicitly, this premonition was always there.
Troubled by Xiaowu, he no longer wants to work hard to prevent the arrival of death. The only thing he wants to do is to rescue Jia Luorong before he dies, so that she can live and live well like Wei Tian.
"I'm leaving." Mustache will never become a person who is good at expressing emotions. Even though his heart hurts, he said everything he wanted to say in just three words.
"Xiao Xiang!" Old Zhao once again stretched out his hand to pull him. It was an environment and a mood. The carefree old Zhao seemed to be infected by something. He looked at this friend who grew up together and suddenly felt that his heart was blocked.
He was about to die. Mustache's premonition of death spread silently, which gave Old Zhao a very bad feeling. He always felt that this would be the last time the two of them would look at each other.
Mustache gritted his teeth, determined not to listen to a word that Old Zhao said, and quickly slid down from the edge of the drop. It was very chaotic down there, the light was dangling, and many people's attention was focused on the stone altar.
Attracted. When Mustache stepped on the ground, those deep marks made him feel a bone-chilling chill from the soles of his feet.
But he soon forgot about this. Nothing was more important than the figure on the stone altar. Mustache tried his best to stay in an inconspicuous place and followed the people who were slowly approaching the stone altar.
Sometimes, if you want to know whether a person is by your side, you don't actually need to look with your eyes. If this person is very important in your heart, then you can feel a lot of things. Even if you close your eyes, you can still see him or her.
Walk slowly towards yourself.
When Mustache got closer to the stone altar, the shadow that had been sitting cross-legged on the stone altar slowly moved, and her speed became faster and faster. After getting up, she walked to the edge of the stone altar and headed this way.
Staring.
Shadow's actions attracted the attention of the people below. Several beams of light focused together and hit Shadow's body. Shadow's outline began to become clear. Her appearance, her expression, and her every move were all displayed in front of everyone. Xiao
Beard's heart trembled. He had known that the shadow on the stone altar was Jia Luorong, but he never expected that the other party would stand directly on the edge of the stone altar. At this moment, no matter who it was, as long as he raised his hand and shot,
Can take her life away.
Jia Luorong is quiet, but she is also very smart. It is impossible for her not to think of this. However, Jia Luorong did not have any fear or hesitation. She stood on the edge of the stone altar and smiled.
In that smile, there was both indescribable sadness and indescribable happiness. She seemed to know that Mustache was coming.
She didn't care about anyone else at all. After standing for two minutes, she slowly stretched out her hand and gestured. In this world, only Mustache can understand Jialuo effortlessly under any circumstances.
All gestures made by Rong, because he is not seeing with his eyes, but feeling with his heart.
Mustache could see everything about Jialuorong. He stopped and looked at the stone altar. Jialuorong's gestures were like bursts of silent words, which silently passed into Mustache's eyes and into him.
The nerves are imprinted in the mind.
"My father passed away very early, and my mother had to work and take care of me." Jia Luorong was still smiling, but with crystal tears already flowing down his face: "I know that many people pity me. Poor me."
A girl named Jialuorong and her blind mother, I don’t need pity, I just want to live by myself.”
Mustache felt that he was so unsatisfied at this moment. No matter how much he tried to control it, tears always flowed down unknowingly. What was he facing? A woman who worried about him, and death.