Plague Doctor

“The astronomical hero Gu Jun? ”

Gu Jun wanted to laugh. He laughed. “You mean the medical dog? ”

Looking at these two older people, he said something about his ancestor Gu Jun. He really wanted to laugh.

“You bastard...” Ink almost did it, but Peacock stopped his companion: “No!” Don't say that Atar is sitting on the podium over there, and the spiritual power of nightmarers is also highly unpredictable. Such a turnaround can also kill a heavy circle from the hands of black businessmen, they can't do it.

“Who the hell are you?” Gu Jun asked coldly, "Don't think you can disturb my mind by pulling some nonsense. ”

But he got vigilant and even Atar over there doubted again, saying what prophecy as soon as he came in...

The past, the present, the future, the time is all messed up.

Are they in on this? This is a game? But what kind of organization is behind the layout?

“Alas.” Attar was so skeptical, but seemed confused, mumbling: “My knowledge is too shallow. ”

“Mr. Nightmareman.” The peacock is still pretty serious, "you know why the astronomical hero is a doctor? Legend has it that our community would not have been able to leave a spark if it had not been for the heavenly hero who sacrificed herself and allowed the Goddess of Hope to return to her home world with the Seven Secrets of the Earth. ”

Hope Goddess? Gu Jun wanted to laugh even more. His stomach was moving. “Don't tell me," Hope Goddess "is Wu Shiyu, right? ”

He really wanted to see the look on Salt Rain's face when she heard someone call her that.

“You...” Ink blue face is already purple, “Don't be like that...” Peacock painfully stopped the companion, but even she herself had a muffled look on it: “Looks like Mr. Nightmareman, you've been away from the group for too long... you've got some other opinions... yes, that's our goddess of hope. ”

Why not Hope Mama, Hope Ma Jo? Gu Jun laughed and shook his head. “Make up some decent words, too." ”

“Thieves, we will not be insulted by you!” Ink Qing couldn't stand it any longer. He had to rip it off to the nightmare. He couldn't use spells, but he could use his fists.

But suddenly, the nightmarer looked at him, and he looked at the hollow eyes and he burst into a creep, and suddenly he felt all wrapped up in pain. He couldn't help but grab his face and heard the peacock scream: “Close your eyes! Mr. Nightmareman, no, we're one of a kind! ”

That repressive mental power suddenly disappeared when Ink Green tried to delude himself into his eyes...

“Ah." Ink gasped heavily and looked at Nightmare Man's white mask.

“Keep your impulse down.” The peacock held his companion, whispering reproach, and was already sweating.

Both of them could have repaired the Seven Secrets of the Earth to chapter 5, and none of them came out to carry out their mission but the elites of the ethnic elite. But just once, is that a spell? Nightmares don't even say a word, and meditation is so powerful... they finally understand how he got out of the theater.

“Do you know who I am?” Nightmares say, "Playing with me? ”

“I don't know what you mean… but we definitely didn't fool you.” The peacock went wild.

Atar kept looking and thinking, saying, "The first time the earth wanderers visited me was thirty years ago. ”

Elder Attar realizes it's only a matter of time. Gu Jun took a deep breath and pressed down the sudden violence... the degree of mental erosion is not just a number, his mind is harder to control, from a psychiatric point of view, he is a "irritable" symptom similar to post-traumatic stress disorder.

Gu Jun adjusted his breath and let himself calm down. The more confused this is, the more calm it needs to be.

Thirty years? He hasn't seen a clock, and the sky changes in different parts of the dream world.

In the last few days, he saw that there were also days and nights, days that were about the same as Earth, perhaps longer.

“How many days a year?” He asked Atal.

Atar still looks set, "three hundred and eighty days. ”

Gu Junxin thought, then, 30 years here will not be shorter than the world of Earth... Thirty years ago, he was not born, but then there was the people of the earth vagabond, and counting their vagabond years, it would be much longer. How did you know he was my ancestor?

It's been about a month since he and Wu Shiyu broke up. The time of contribution that the ancestors had talked about on the desert island and in the woods on the outskirts of the town of Usa had made him realize that the day on the desert island was also the day in the town of Usa. Even if the world of the planet is a sea of mulberries, after a decade and a hundred years, this should not be the time series.

It sounds like… a group of people of the future are back in the past, and after years of wandering the world, they are now touched by him.

If it was true, the relationship in it, he couldn't figure it out, and it was hard to accept inside.

“You don't have to be angry.” Gu Jun looked at the faces of both of them, "because I know a lot about Gu Jun and the world where he came from. ”

Peacock and Mulch looked at each other doubtfully. The nightmare was a man who had spoken to the wise man Barcelona...

“So I was wondering, your language is not your native language, not even your name is Huaxian. Don't you have a last name? ”

Nightmares say they know a lot, but the question belongs to the common sense of the community. They're weird, too.

“We have long abandoned the concept of surname.” The peacock replied, "Surname creates separation, not solidarity. ”

Oh? Gu Jun, listen to me. The surname does subdivide people from blood... The surname will form a family, and the family will have interests...

Their tribe now has only 30,000 people, and there must have been times when only a few thousand people abandoned it?

“Mr. Nightmareman, I don't know what you mean in your native language.” Peacock said again, "but we must be speaking a different language now. More than 300 years have passed since our ancestral '10,000 Sparks’ were successfully relocated from their homeland to the Cold Plains. They didn't bring anything, and by the time they got out of the cold, there were only 2,000 left. We have lost technology, and it is said that many laws of science do not work in this world, and we have lost knowledge, writing, language..."

“Mr. Nightmareman, you have to understand that in those stray years, any inheritance is difficult. We didn't even have a pen or paper for the first hundred years, we had to carve on stone, and the second hundred years were trapped in the eastern desert..."

Peacocks can't bear to think back about their ancestors' suffering, "but the Seven Secrets of the Earth and some legends have been passed down from generation to generation. ”

Do civilizations degrade? Gu Junshen thinks it's not impossible.

“Peacock, you put your ethnic history.” He said, "Let's hear what kind of story it is." Tell me from the beginning, as much detail as you can, as if I didn't know anything about it. ”

Peacock nodded his head now, although he had some doubts. Mo Qing and Elder Atal, both listen.