Dark Blood Age

03: 01 a.m.

Chu Yunsheng drove alone on the road back to the city. He stepped on the throttle to the maximum. He ran in the direction of the disappearance of the blood cloak white man, hoping to keep up with them and see what was going on.

Zhao Ling and Professor Sun have been picked up by representatives of the military. Chu Yunsheng borrowed Zhao Ling's BMW. Anyway, her old man has all the money, even if tomorrow's chaos will never return the car, it is not a big thing for her to bear.

Just helpless MINI-Cooper poor 1.6, can't give Chu Yun too fast to catch up with those he wants to catch up with, on the dark road, the seven or eight weird ghosts with coffins long gone.

In a quiet suburb, at 3 o'clock at night, there was only one car road, all the shadows under the light seemed to be the strange cradle of a tooth dancing claw. At a fork, Chu Yunsheng found a trunk flattened by a lever. There were about three or four strains, all of which were completely cut up from the middle position, the sections were very neat and smooth, arranged in a straight line, and the visible cutting speed was extremely fast, almost instantaneously completed.

The only way to do this is with sword power, sharp sharp sharp edges, starting with the first trunk, slightly tilting up, cutting through every obstacle past, until a neat crown is cut on the last vertex.

It seems that the white man in the blood ruler should have caught up with the white shadow man here, and there was a fierce war.

Chu Yunsheng jumped onto the car and his eyes flashed sharply. He turned the steering wheel and drove into a hazy, dark and quiet fork.

Professor Sun and Zhao Ling must have seen the blood cloak white man, otherwise they would not shout, but later forgot to clean up, only to show that their memories were passive, yet they can still remember clearly, with the logic of an engineer, Chu Yunsheng quickly released two conclusions:

First, it is possible that outside of the impersonal monument, he has also met the blood cloak white man, but like Sun Professor Zhao Ling, the memories he has seen have been erased, and the impersonal monument is based on memory to deduce the whole world, which will automatically logically compensate for this part of the memories that should have existed, so it is reproduced in the impersonal monument.

Secondly, it is possible that, within the impersonal tablet, he awakens and, as the memory prototype of the world, when he sees them again, the memory cannot be erased, otherwise the impersonal tablet will fall into irresolvable logical contradictions, even paradoxes, which in serious cases can even lead to the collapse or “death of the whole world”, so that in the impersonal tablet he sees and can still remember.

So, who moves their own memories and has the ability to change them, is it them, or is it number 1?

Chu Yunsheng decided to catch up and find out the truth.

This is a country road, paved with crushed stones, the road is very narrow enough for only one car to pass normally, there are rows of bare trees on each side of the road, swaying in the light of the car, in the distance, is the peculiar peach garden of the suburbs, unable to see the edge at a glance, various shadows such as the devil lurking in the dark, watching the cars invading their world.

Chu Yunsheng still stepped on the throttle and entered the big mouth of darkness at maximum speed. At the same time, he recalled something Professor Sun said after answering the phone:

“Fortunately it wasn't the last monster body that was stolen… I don't know exactly what it was, but the military brought in a shipment of antiques and stuff like antiquities the other two days. It was a long time ago, and the test report hasn't come out yet, only that it had a faint energy reaction. Laboratories need a lot of busy things every day, and many of the most important things are not handled manually. Something strange like this is transported by the military every once in a while, and it's long gone, and it's all stacked in the lab. What a strange thing. That guy broke into the lab at such a great risk, just to rob it? And how does it know something's here with us? The military did not send it for two days. ”

Neither Zhao Ling nor Professor Sun knew that White Shadow had thrown what had been stolen at him at extremely fast speed. Therefore, Chu Yunsheng did not tell them that something was in his own hands. This similar map file is worth the risk that White Shadow would be shot by the military and chased by the blood cloud white man. It will never be that simple.

But why did the white shadow man throw the diagram to himself? Chu Yunsheng guessed that from the signs of intense fighting at the fork, it was likely that the white shadow man feared that the diagram would not be safe, so he transferred it to his hands?

So you can see that there must be a huge secret hidden in the volume!

Chu Yunsheng is not a person curious about secrets, but he is wary of people with secret factors. The white shadow people can find themselves in the area where ancient books are buried. It has been shown that it is extremely unusual and a factor of instability. If possible, he will make the white shadow people disappear completely.

No one, nothing, can threaten his purpose in entering a pseudo-monument, and if it does, it must be strangled in a budding state.

The car was driving fast on the narrow road, but there was not even a ghost in front of it. Chu Yunsheng was about to get off to check out the details of the roadside. Suddenly, the headlights on the car “found” a black-bottomed white sign - "Ming Park Cemetery” and "Turn 3 km to the right”!

Chu Yun stared wide-eyed and hurriedly stepped on the brake. He seemed to have been hit hard in the head and buzzed.

The lights that the head shoots on the signboard make the surrounding lining darker than it is, suffocating as if it were completely enclosed in pitch black.

The night was quiet, without even a little wind, and the whole world seemed to hear heartbeat pressing blood and flowing through the blood vessels.

He was not afraid of the words "cemetery” in black on the white background, but the familiar words "Ming Yuan” in chestnut!

Here, buried are two of the most important people of his life, one his father and one his mother.

He didn't know how his ghost had brought God here, just as though he had passed through a mess of fog, completely lost in it, and yet someone in the underworld had arranged it.

After a ten-minute delay, Chu Yunsheng unconsciously pulled out the cigarette, smoked it violently in Zhaoling's car, then threw the cigarette butt hard, and the car slowly drove to the right.

At more than three o'clock at night, the cemetery doors were closed, without even a single light, and the standing tombstones were as many as stars in the sky, one row next to the other, densely and solidly silently stating what was in the dark.

Chu Yunsheng parked the car on the side of the road, bypassing the barren exterior wall, and quietly fell into the cemetery, passing through a tombstone tomb. Under the faint starlight, a non-angry photograph on the tombstone seemed to be staring at him as an uninspiring guest, and his breathless eyes seemed to spin with his figure.

Graves are also expensive and cheap. Natural feng shui location with high prices is good. It occupies a large area. Although a box is not that big, and maybe the people in it will “reincarnate" long ago, but the living people always have to be decent. They always want to keep their filial piety in the scenery. However, this thing belongs to the "real estate” monopoly. The relevant departments have long looked at the business opportunities here and want to bury it in a good place. If they want to, they have to pay for it, they either have no money or go to the box for it. Then they have to find a place where they can die with money. Otherwise, they don't even have a place to bury ashes. Even that box, the cheapest ones cost hundreds of dollars.

Chu Yunsheng's parents' burial site naturally belongs to the location of the mourning. It must be difficult for unfamiliar people to find it. You have to stare at a photograph of a dead person to find it carefully.

But Chu Yunsheng didn't need to, even if it seemed like he hadn't been here for more than 20 years, even if it was only the night with the faint starlight, he could still find the place familiarly, and at first glance saw the friendly photograph on the tombstone, as special as the only compassionate stare in his countless eyes.

It has to be said that the postulating power of the pseudo-monument is amazing. The people in the photograph are not bad, even the creases on the corners are the same. If Chu Yunsheng didn't know that this is the world of pseudo-monuments, he certainly couldn't tell the truth.

He caressed the roughness of the tombstone and looked at the flowers that had begun to wither, as well as the paper money that burned to ashes. He knelt down, lowered his head, and half-sounded. “Auntie, have they come to see you? ”

Then he took out three cigarettes and lit them and stuck them in the ashes of paper money, staring at them for a long time.

Under the universal sky, it is only here, in front of this tombstone, that Chu Yunsheng can get a moment of real tranquillity, all the troubles and pain, in the eyes of the mother's compassion, can be transformed into ashes.

“Mom and Dad, I always have a feeling that I didn't come back this time to find the jade...” Chu Yunsheng muttered silently.

And only here will he be able to open his heart and say something deep down, as well as secrets.

In the sky, in the distant stars, a bunch of silver light broke through the dark sky, looking more like a meteor, flashing and losing, but seemed to have appeared forever.

The wind began to rise in the cemetery, cold Thursday, blowing up the paper money and the ashes on the ground, whimpering the dark sound of a spiral, flying from one tombstone to another, some not knowing where Mars came from occasionally, illuminating the photographs of the dead on the tombstone, like grinning in the shadows and crying in the shadows.

The ground wind stamped the back of the spinal beam, and the shadows and shadows were cold and terribly cold. Whimpering sounds, more like the survival of all the dead in the graves, late at night, silence, burial of countless dead people's graves, some unexpected things always happen.

Chu Yunsheng suddenly turned his head, black vaporized sword, pointing directly to the source of the ground wind, cold voice: “Who! ”

There, in front of a small tombstone, in a dark corner, a shadow of a rickety man, the old dragon burned yellow paper money, his back turned to Chu Yunsheng, and said with a deep breath: "Boy, it's getting dark, let's go! ”

At this time, it is just over 3 o'clock at night, nearly 4 o'clock, belongs before dawn, it can only be dawn, it will not be dark.

“Who are you?” Chu Yunsheng wrapped the black gas around his finger, but could burst out a murder at any time.

The shadow was still tickling, and old man sighed shadowlessly: "Come on, they're coming out! ”

At this time, the shadow suddenly overshadowed, a wrinkled, dry, angry face, strangely indifferent look Chu Yun raised a glance, smiled cold, then climbed to the grave in front of him, “drilled” into it, disappeared.

Chu Yun raised his heart with a big shock, but his eyes were one cold, his feet were strenuous, he walked on the nine chapter figure figure, gently tapped the ground, and turned his eyes to the shadow disappearing tombstone, and his eyes were clear to see, and his eyes were even colder.

The photo of the deceased on the headstone is exactly the same as that face!

Could it be a ghost?

Chu Yunsheng snorted coldly, spilling black gas over his palms, surrounding the tombstone, coldly said:

“Come out!”

“I crawled out of a pile of dead people, and with your ability to pretend to be a god and make ghosts, you can't scare me! ”

“If you don't come out, you go to hell! I dare to kill even God, not to mention you little brat!? Not even ghosts! ”

See the tomb still unresponsive, Chu Yunsheng grinned, a black gas of Xiaosha, through the cold cement tomb top, forcing the ash box inside.

At this point, the inside suddenly came out shouting terribly:

“Don't kill me, don't kill me! Little man doesn't know it's Lord Pluto, sin should die, sin should die! ”

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