These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 448 The ancient mythical sun and moon!
Bang bang bang! !

Black fireworks bloomed in the sky of the capital.

Heavy collision sounds came from afar, and suddenly ancient ape priests walked out of the tomb. They were dressed like ancient tribal wizards and sang ancient wizard songs loudly. The sound turned into tangible black transparent notes, which were connected into lines and floated in the sky, piercing towards Xin Xichen in the distance.

"This is his ape army!"

"It is increasing the power of this forced manipulation."

Xin Xichen's whole body was stiff, and he had turned into an ape. He felt the feeling of his hair tightening becoming more and more intense.

"Damn it! If someone hadn't plotted against me, causing the death of all my troops in the capital, leaving me alone, how could I have been surrounded and killed!"

When being surrounded by miscellaneous soldiers, it is important to clear the area.

At this time, the ancient apes burst out with all their strength, and countless sharp black silk threads became tighter and tighter.

"I have to escape." Xin Xichen thought to himself, "Go back to the Emperor's Tomb! I was defeated by Jiusui before and entered the Emperor's Tomb. Now I can temporarily retreat. This guy who calls himself "Human God" is in the capital and has been surrounded and killed by others. He has become the target of public criticism!"

Wow.

He suddenly exploded, broke free from the restraints, and a gust of wind blew by, and Xin Xichen disappeared without a trace.

"Just wait. When I come out next time, I will take control of the world again."

At this moment, countless leaders and saints deep in the imperial mausoleum were closely watching the developments of the battle in the capital.

In the Changsheng Dynasty, imperial tombs are buried deep inside, and the immortal saints of successive generations are observing the outside world.

"Human God."

A hoarse and dry voice came out, "Although all the saints will not reveal their real names, origins, and identities, so as to avoid being traced after death and knowing your weakness as a ghost after your death, the words "human god" are too arrogant."

"I thought I was cruel enough, but I didn't expect there were such cruel people in ancient times."

Compared with this one, their secret skills are simply not up to par!
Another saint replied in a low voice: "Xin Xichen, his fighting power is at the peak, even if we join forces, we may not be his opponent, but he was actually beaten by an ancient ancestor who lived tens of millions of years ago!"

A saint's eyes flashed red:
"This is not a question of combat power. It's that it turned us into humans and left a fatal secret door in us humans! It returned our hair to complete our foundation, but it tampered with the hair it returned and it became a shackle to control us!"

Everyone was silent for a while, and no one spoke again.

Not only Xin Xichen was shocked, even those ancient saints were completely silent.

They guessed that history concealed great terrors and ancient evils.

But I didn't expect it to be this fierce!!
Playing so dirty.

Take their skins off and carry them to the grave
Perhaps in the eyes of that existence, it is like a rancher, herding future generations of hairless humans!

How could these skinned, bald apes be his match?

In the eyes of this human-god, perhaps everything is destined. He takes away the hair, and the moment he brings it back, no one in the world can stop him.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if Xin Xichen escapes."

"He created the immortal law, which is now a book."

"No matter who wins this world, if he cultivates a descendant of the Xin family and burns his book Xin Xichen, he will get the most powerful immortal secret book in the world."

"His ability is to develop a new technique. It's up to us to defeat this guy who calls himself a human god."

"However, we still need to lie low. Even Xin Xichen has been puppeted by him and cannot move."

"We are weaker. We can't even stop him when we appear. We just become his puppets."

The saints looked at each other, showing a bit of solemnity and a slight curve at the corners of their mouths.

"The ancestors who created our human race. It is precisely this absolute disadvantage that makes it interesting."

Ancient imperial tombs.

Between the red.

Through the unique [Jiuzhou Land Veins] mechanism every 150 years, there gathers a population that is unattainable even if the number of people buried with the emperors in the entire history of mankind is added together.

As the most prosperous ancient tomb, this vast imperial mausoleum is full of bustling cities, and countless towns are bustling with people coming and going.

“Fresh rice wine.”

"Tanghulu, Tanghulu!~"

They maintain their habits as they did in life, still performing various actions and behaviors, completely unaware that they are dead.

On the streets.

A scholar is painting for passers-by.

People were walking back and forth on the street for an entire afternoon, and he was also painting for an entire afternoon.

Finally, a pancake vendor came over and looked at the scholar curiously, "What are you drawing?"

The vendor poked his head out to take a look.

The streets are lifelike, with passers-by, streets, shops, everyone's expressions and movements, sleeve details, and floor textures all extremely detailed.

But what was very strange was that in the painting, all the pedestrians, including himself as a peddler, were replaced by walking apes.

He turned into an ape selling pancakes!
"You, what did you draw?!" The vendor instinctively felt horrified, "How come you turned people into apes?"

The scholar picked up the brush, lightly dipped it in ink, and continued to paint the clouds in the sky above the street.

“This is who we really are.”

As he was painting, he explained to the vendor, whispering:

"Someone once said that humans should not exist. They are not humans at all. They are just a group of hairless monkeys with defective blood and skin plucked."

“We think we humans are the most beautiful animals, but we don’t realize that other species think we are extremely ugly.”

"It's like us humans looking at other species' hairless cats, hairless monkeys, and hairless lions, and they are just as ugly."

"Habit is sometimes a very magical thing. We have gradually gotten used to it over thousands of years." The Nine-Spiked Saint has transformed into a young man with red lips and white teeth. He sits on a chair, holding a brush, and gently paints a landscape ink painting.

"Humans are skinned monkeys?" The vendor was stunned. "Isn't that possible? We are all monkeys?"

"Some things don't disappear just because you don't believe in them." The scholar smiled faintly.

The vendor was not afraid at all, but instead found it very interesting. He thought about it:
"Who peeled off our skin? I guess it must be those ancient mythical beasts. I heard that in ancient times, we humans were still very weak, and those mythical beasts loved to peel off our skins when they were abusing us."

"Just like us human butchers, who like to skin animals."

"I even saw a street thug named Liu Lang a few years ago. He liked to torture small animals. He skinned stray cats and dogs. They were covered in blood. Do you think he was abominable or not?"

The vendor already had a plot in mind.

The ancient apes were covered in hair, very weak, and were bullied.

But some powerful races, some of them tyrannical races, caught the monkeys and skinned them, scalding them with boiling water one by one, and then skinning them one by one amid the screams of "squeaking".

But those skinned monkeys did not die. Instead, they had an encounter and evolved into humans. Then they sang all the way forward and overthrew the evil beasts!
——This is totally a story!
In the story, the protagonist was bullied, his entire family was wiped out, and he fell off a cliff, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Here the protagonist was skinned and his entire family was killed, but the ape turned a disaster into a blessing and evolved into our great and noble human beings.

The vendor's mind was full of thoughts, and he was intoxicated for a moment:

"This must be an extremely wonderful storybook. I'll sell the idea to a teahouse! It will definitely make money. I've even thought of a name for it: 'The Legend of the Ancestor of Mankind'. What do you think?"

The Nine-Spiked Saint smiled and said, "Heirloom from the ancestors?"

"Maybe." He said nothing and continued painting.

Ugh?
Why is this poor scholar still painting?

The vendor was surprised on the spot!
Hasn't the street scenery and the monkeys been painted yet?

The curious peddler continued to watch the scholar paint, to see how and what he painted, to steal some ideas, and to sell them to restaurants, probably he could make some money!

He thought a little greedily, so he sat next to them and stopped selling pancakes, just watching.

In the scroll, black lines appeared above the head of the street ape and went straight into the sky.

An incomparably gigantic ape-face floated in the clouds, sitting cross-legged on the continent in the sky, plucking his fingers and controlling the puppet apes below through silk threads.

"This, this!?" The vendor suddenly felt his legs go weak.

An ancient fear deep in his blood was completely awakened. Something was stuck in his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. A strong feeling of suffocation suppressed him.

Whoohoo!
The vendor gasped for breath.

He didn't understand why he lost his composure like this.

This giant ape in the sky is controlling the ape people below through silk threads. Does this scene look thrilling and scary enough?

No.

No.

The bloody and horrific story of the monkey being skinned was obviously more frightening, but he was not afraid at all.

Now, just seeing some apes being pulled by silk threads makes him feel his legs and feet go numb instinctively, and he is filled with endless fear.

"Human fear is the deep fear in our blood that comes from nature."

The gentle scholar smiled, his eyes filled with pure smile:
"In the long history of human evolution, we have been afraid of lightning, earthquakes, rain, and darkness. These great forces that can kill us have been embedded in our blood from generation to generation. Seeking benefits and avoiding harm is the instinct of all life."

"As humans multiply, they gradually come to respect nature, and even more so the sun and the moon."

"The sun and the moon, generation after generation, sweep across the ages, bringing with them a vast divine power. People have worshipped and bowed their heads for generations. This awe and fear is deeply rooted in the depths of humankind."

He pointed at the lines and said, "You are also in awe of the sun and moon. That era was so primitive that there was no sun and moon. These lines are the sun and moon of that era."

The vendor was confused and looked at the countless lines on the ape's head. "Why are they all lines?!"

"In the Rongtian Ji, there are giant trees, giant beasts, huge forests, and rong lines hanging from the sky."

He sighed and looked into the distance, as if trying to see beyond the distant sky.

"What a pity. There are more things. For example, what is the principle of this line? I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I still don't understand it."

The scholar did not explain much. He stood up, shook his body, picked up the brush and inkstone:

"This painting is given to you."

Having said that, he left directly, went to a nearby wine shop and got two taels of wine, then drank the wine and walked away leisurely.

We must defeat him within a month, otherwise the whole world will be completely transformed into apes and the consequences will be disastrous.

The deadline is ten days. If it still doesn’t work, I will come into the world.

"It's so hard to have nothing to do." He drank, staggered and disappeared at the end of the street, feeling a little drunk.

So, am I alive or dead now?

"Hmph! That scholar is so mysterious." Although the peddler had no literary knowledge, he instinctively felt that the painting was so detailed and should be worth a lot of money.

He carefully rolled up the scroll and was about to take it away.

"Wait, this person must be an expert, this can't be a coincidence!?" The vendor suddenly reacted, his heart beat fast, his eyes fiery, he looked around cautiously, afraid that passers-by would snatch away the opportunity.

But when he flipped through it, he found that underneath this scroll, there was another scroll that had already been painted.

In that scroll, on a wild land, in a jungle filled with flying dragons and giant beasts, a mysterious tall and handsome figure was holding a book and teaching a humble and timid intelligent black-haired monkey that was kneeling on the ground.

This picture contains an indescribable sense of sacred epic, as if it is a picture recorded in the origin of mankind.

The humble and cowardly monkey kneeling on the ground had a face very similar to the monkey that just controlled all living beings in the sky.

"What's this??"

(End of this chapter)