Chapter 333
Chen Jing was a little angry at first, thinking that this lunatic was unreasonable, and was going to teach him a lesson, but in the end it seemed like he was bullying him.
Thinking of this, Chen Jing couldn't help but sigh.
Forget it.
If you don’t care about the idiot Wei Nan yourself, then you can’t care about the lunatic…
"Are you okay?" Chen Jing was still soft-hearted, and walked over to help Mr. Shu straighten the features on his face, while not forgetting to apologize, "I lost my temper just now, and I was a little harsh. Please bear with me..."
"I'm sorry for you!" Mr. Shu slapped his thigh.
But before it finished speaking, Chen Jing raised his head and looked at it... The next second, Mr. Shu calmed down and began to reflect on whether he was rude and did not know the severity of the attack.
"Actually, you are quite strong." Chen Jing also coaxed it in a coaxing tone, patting its broad back gently, "If it was just a simple hand-to-hand fight, I wouldn't be your opponent..."
"Then why did you use the Holy Light?" Mr. Shu said aggrievedly, "Wouldn't it be better for us to have a fair duel?"
"I almost asked you to twist my neck off, and you still ask me why I use the Holy Light?"
Chen Jing felt that this guy's brain circuit was very similar to the old man's, and he was obviously the kind who couldn't suffer a loss even if he was beaten to death.
"Besides, if I don't use Holy Light, what else can I use, Black Star?" Chen Jing asked.
"...Forget it." Mr. Shu seemed to know how powerful Black Star was, hurriedly waving his hands and shaking his head.
"Actually, I only used the Holy Light to protect myself. I had no intention of shooting you with it... As soon as I raised my hand to form a protective shield, you knelt down on the ground. You Are you so afraid of it?" Chen Jing asked half puzzled and half curious.
"Oh, won't it look like you're shooting accurately if I lie down fast?" Mr. Shu said with a guilty conscience.
Seeing Chen Jing, he remained silent.
Mr. Shu gritted his teeth and told the truth.
"The main reason is that King Huang is too scary. Although I have never been in contact with him in real life, judging from the memory fragments in my mind, the holy light in his hand can burn all things. How could I not be afraid of that thing..."
As he spoke, Mr. Shu's voice suddenly paused, and his two eyebrows made of paper cuts suddenly stood up exaggeratedly.
"That's right! King Huang's memory!"
Mr. Shu grabbed Chen Jing's hand and started jumping up and down with him in excitement.
"I have a way to help you find King Huang's lost memory!"
"real?!"
Chen Jing was overjoyed when he heard this, but at the same time he began to regret that he had struck too harshly before... But it was no wonder that he had struck softly. He could not have stopped this lunatic. As long as he dared to be a little soft-hearted, he would probably have been beaten until his nose and eyes were crooked. It's him.
"Although King Huang has fallen, his memory has not disappeared. I still have it in my mind. All the information from the old era is here..."
Mr. Shu raised his hand and pointed at his "head", maybe it was also his "belly", and dragged Chen Jing to jump up and down in place.
"I know what King Huang went through back then!"
Mr. Shu stopped his crazy dance and held Chen Jing down. His slightly skewed eyes were full of excitement, as if he had racked his brains and finally solved a century-old problem. This sense of accomplishment made Mr. Shu feel more Great!
"Then tell me quickly!" Chen Jing said in a dumbfounded voice, "If all the lost memories of King Huang are with you, then this promotion task will be easier than before..."
"I'm afraid oral communication is not enough."
Mr. Shu grabbed Chen Jing's arms excitedly, his tone a little crazy.
"King Huang is a great man who surpasses all the kings in history! His greatness is only slightly inferior to mine! So dictating his memory is a kind of blasphemy! And it is just a simple dictation...I am afraid it cannot help you complete the task of promotion."
"What are you going to do?" Chen Jing asked curiously, not realizing the seriousness of the matter.
"I'm going to let you experience it..."
Mr. Shu took hold of Chen Jing's arms and swung him suddenly, throwing him into the air. Then he opened his big mouth to catch Chen Jing and swallowed most of his body...
In this process.
Chen Jing also thought about avoiding Mr. Shu's terrifying mouth.
With his strength, it was almost effortless to dodge.
But in the end... Chen Jing thought it was better to forget it.
This guy wouldn't harm himself anyway.
Since it is doing this, it is certainly confident.
Facts have proved that Chen Jing was right.
When Mr. Book swallowed it, he felt no pain at all, as if he was being pressed down by a pile of pages. It was neither disgusting nor scary.
The lower body that was swallowed up for the first time seemed to disappear into the void in Mr. Shu's abdominal cavity. The feeling of emptiness was very strange, a bit like the feeling of floating in the water while swimming.
Gradually, Chen Jing also relaxed, wishing that Mr. Shu could move faster. Although the feeling of being swallowed by him was not painful or scary, it was a bit weird.
"Actually, the one who stayed here to see you should be King Huang, not me..." Mr. Shu swallowed Chen Jing and said inarticulately, "But it's a pity that King Huang left so quickly that he didn't have time to stay." images..."
With that said, Mr. Shu sighed again and continued to swallow Chen Jing.
"All the images of the source of the sequence in this arsenal are preserved, but the greatest Yellow King has not left any trace. This is ironic enough."
"The sources of other sequences keep their own images in the arsenal?" Chen Jing was startled.
"Yes." Mr. Shu nodded.
"So those people who came in with me..." Chen Jing looked at Mr. Shu thoughtfully.
"Well, they will meet the originator of their own sequence and get help to successfully complete a promotion. It will definitely be much smoother than you!"
"..."
Chapter 444 The Beginning of All Things·The Source of Sequence (Part 1)
When Chen Jing was completely "swallowed" by Mr. Shu, everyone summoned by the source of the sequence also arrived in strange spaces.
As Mr. Shu said.
Compared to Chen Jing, their promotion process was smoother...
No.
To be precise, it was much smoother.
…
"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly..."
Outside an ancient building similar to a Taoist temple, Xi slowly dragged his skinny body into the door.
Thousands of years of waiting.
The hope in Xi's heart had long since been wiped away.
In fact, his situation was far worse than Chen Jing imagined.
At first, Xi avoided the war by hibernating and feigning death, and also avoided the catastrophe wiped out by the Creator, but this did not mean that he was "intact".
In the pale history created by the Creator, his body was also harmed by touching the origin because history was erased.
You can say that.
From the day he recovered, Xi's life began to count down.
Although in the eyes of outsiders his aura is getting stronger year by year, only he himself knows how ridiculous this illusion is.
After all.
This is just the flash of light before the lamp runs out.
The reason why he has been longing for the inheritance in the arsenal is precisely because he wants to use it to save himself...
If he was really that unlucky.
It did not disappear in that war-torn era.
Instead, he fell in this post-era era where the weak are rampant.
This is probably a joke, a joke that he cannot accept.
The instinct of living things is to survive and reproduce.
Xi is no exception.
He wants to live.
Live well.
He racked his brains to avoid three disasters and six calamities in his life. He was about to survive and have a good life, but in the end he died inexplicably in this era... This kind of thing, let alone him, would have happened to anyone else. No normal person would be willing to accept this.
So he pinned all his hopes on the arsenal, hoping to find his own inheritance here and get a chance to start over.
In this dead ancient building.
Xi searched every room carefully.
From full of hope at the beginning to gradually despair...
Because the rooms he searched were all empty, including those secret rooms similar to alchemy rooms, and he could not find the inherited items mentioned by his ancestors at all...
Until Xi climbed up to the top floor with heavy steps, and finally saw a "Taoist" who was very similar to him in the empty room.
That Taoist was already a skeleton.
The aura of decline and malaise felt very familiar to Xi.
"father……"
Xi stumbled and ran towards the skeletal Taoist, but before he could take a few steps, he saw the Taoist suddenly disappear.
Just when Xi was confused, an irresistible force suddenly hit him from the back of his neck, pressing him to the ground almost instantly.
"Xi..."
The skeleton Taoist held Xi's neck with one hand and pressed him to the ground in a very embarrassed posture. The bone palms as crystal clear as white jade were more like gold and iron. The biting chill coming from the surface of the skin made Xi feel uneasy. The idea of resistance.
"Why... you are still alive..."
Hearing this old and hoarse voice, Xi couldn't help but burst into tears out of fear.
"Father...it's me...Xi..."
"I know it's you..." The old and withered skeletal Taoist trembled, and every word he spoke was filled with unconcealable disappointment, "Why is it you... Why are you still alive... I thought you were dead... "
For a moment, Xi was stunned, and a look of shame flashed in his one eye.
Yes.
What Xi told Chen Jing and the others were all lies.
What inheritances left by his ancestors are waiting for him to find... they are all fake!
After all, he was just a deserter, a deserter who had high hopes from his ancestors.
"That's all."
The Skeleton Taoist seemed to be completely disappointed with this junior. He moved his pale bone palm away tremblingly and let Xi get up from the ground.
"Father..." Xi did not dare to get up, and knelt on the ground with great respect. The one eye wrapped by vines clearly had no orbital structure, but at this moment, crystal tears overflowed, "I'm sorry... I let you down... …”
"I thought that when you reached the realm of kings, your character would be the same... That's all. This may be the biological instinct that His Majesty in Yellow said. Even if you become a king, you can't erase the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages."
The Skeleton Taoist slowly walked aside and sat down, his thin figure looking extremely lonely.
"You go."
"father……"
"roll."
The Bone Taoist raised his hand and waved it.
An "elixir" cast like molten iron appeared in front of Xi.
"Kings build arsenals for the sake of sparks for future generations, but you took one of the spots...get out of here."
Xi picked up the elixir with tears streaming down his face, kowtowed three times to the Skeleton Taoist, then turned around and left the room without any nostalgia.
He knew that it was useless for him to say anything.
He also knew that...some things are in the past and there is no way to redeem them.