Beiyin Great Sage

"what?"

Among the ashes, a cloth bag caught Zhou Jia's attention.

Pulling out the cloth bag from the ashes, a somewhat familiar pattern came into view:

"Nanyun University?"

This university is not far from where he works. Among them, the Department of Literature is the most famous, especially the study of ancient Chinese and language.

Looking at this cloth bag, it seems to be a product of more than ten years ago, and it is still very strong.

Opening it, there was a leather diary, a pen without ink, a few coins, and a badge of a university professor.

"Hometown!"

"Song Changjiu..."

The pages of the diary have been glued together, and the handwriting on it is also very vague, which can only be vaguely recognized, but it still makes Zhou Jia a little excited.

This shows that as early as more than ten years ago, people have come here.

If you can get out, maybe you can find them.

but……

Looking back at the mist covering the entire hall, Zhou Jia's complexion changed, and finally he sighed helplessly.

This Professor Song obviously failed to escape either.

"Crash..."

Zhou Jia carefully opened the diary, which described what happened to Professor Song and his party after they fell into this world.

Encountered almost.

They all met the wolf-headed monster, and then came to this palace in a daze.

The difference is that Professor Song has a lot of food on his body, and he persisted here for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't change the ending.

In desperation, with only a few days left in his life, Professor Song became interested in the stone tablet in the field, trying to decipher the meaning of the words on it.

As a student of literary studies, Zhou Jia couldn't help but feel interested.

Anyway, I can't get out, so I might as well find something to do.

The characters on the stele are very different from those seen on the earth. There are one hundred and eight tadpole-like characters, large and small.

Each text has different details.

Professor Song put forward several ideas in his diary, among which astrology is the most likely, which Zhou Jia also agreed with.

But the exact word is still unknown.

The meaning to express is even more unclear.

Day two.

Chen Hui didn't eat or drink, and sat blankly in a corner of the hall. After waking up, she ran towards the mist outside, trying again and again.

Every time, it ends in failure.

Sometimes she cried, sometimes sobbed, and sometimes went mad.

Day three.

Chen Hui became more honest, with a dull expression, looking at the little water and biscuits left in front of her, her eyes were full of despair.

During this period, Zhou Jia also tried.

He seems to have given up now, holding a dilapidated notebook in his hand, gesticulating among the ashes, looking a little dazed.

Only by immersing himself in it can he forget the fear of death.

Maybe,

The same is true for Professor Song back then.

"Hey!"

While meditating, Chen Hui's voice sounded behind her.

Zhou Jia came back to his senses, turned his head away, his face turned red, he closed his eyes hastily, and stepped back again and again:

"what are you doing?"

He saw things he shouldn't have seen.

While nice to look at, it was against his will.

"It's nothing." Chen Hui's voice was cold:

"I'm still a virgin. When I die, I don't want to... I haven't done it. Do you want to try it?"

"You're crazy!" Zhou Jia said angrily:

"You have a boyfriend, and I have a girlfriend. Put on your clothes quickly. If you catch a cold, there is no medicine for you here."

"Catch a cold?" Chen Hui sneered:

"It's already this time, I'm still afraid of catching a cold?"

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Zhou Jia, like a very hungry she wolf, tearing Zhou Jia's clothes frantically.

"You don't think about Dai Lei, do you? She lost her body a long time ago. I... I have never let Cheng Qi touch her. Now I'm taking advantage of you."

"I'm going to die, come..."

"You are crazy!"

Zhou Jia exerted all his strength, pushed her away, retreated to a corner of the hall, turned his back and held the diary in his hand tightly, with a complicated expression:

"Calm down first, maybe... maybe we can still escape."

His heart was beating wildly, and his blood was rushing up.

An urge to turn around made his body tremble, and his consciousness drifted like a fog, always falling to the ground from east to west.

Maybe……

It's nothing...is it?

I'm going to die anyway...

rear.

Chen Hui's body was stiff, her outstretched hands were motionless, her expression was shy and annoyed, her silver teeth clenched her eyes in disbelief.

Finally he spoke bitterly:

"Beasts are better!"

Chapter 012 Apocalypse

The ruins of the palace are different from the outside world. The difference between day and night is very unclear. The two sleep when they are sleepy and eat when they are hungry.

Zhou Jia was lying on the stone platform, turning back and forth, thinking about it.

Turning her head from time to time, she looked at Chen Hui who was sleeping with her back facing him

The white flowers he saw not long ago made his blood surge. Although it was indecent, it was human nature, and it was inevitable that he would be a little impulsive.

"You don't regret it, do you?"

Chen Hui's muffled voice sounded:

"I'm not a casual person. Once an opportunity is missed, I won't come back. I have a boyfriend, and you have a girlfriend."

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhou Jia felt that her voice was full of sarcasm, anger, and a little bit of displeasure, and couldn't help showing embarrassment when she heard the words:

"I didn't mean that."

"Have you unlocked the things on the stele?" Chen Hui changed the topic somewhat abruptly.

"Not yet." Mentioning this matter, Zhou Jia was shocked:

"Professor Song deduced it according to the ancient people's idea of ​​sacrificing rituals and offering sacrifices to heaven, but I don't think it's right, and there should be something else."

"From the stone paintings here, it can be seen that the 'master' of the hall is not full of worship for 'heaven' like our ancients."

"It should be something simpler..."

It's not that Zhou Jia's attainments in writing are higher than Professor Song's, but that after more than ten years of development, the literature industry is much more prosperous than before.

Documents that were once strictly forbidden to be passed on to outsiders can now be freely viewed in museums.

So in terms of knowledge,

Zhou Jia is really wider than Professor Song.

Coupled with the original deduction in the notebook and the guesses of each text, Zhou Jia read more, and the guesses may be closer to the truth.

Speaking of the speculation in his heart, he was a little excited, and said a few more words, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He stood up and looked at Chen Hui, but the other party was already fast asleep.

Asleep, she has a gentle temperament, like a begonia sleeping in spring, and the undiscoverable fluff on her face trembles slightly with her breathing.

There is also a scent of milk, which floats quietly.

As for the body...

It was clear just now, it was extremely hot!

Zhou Jia couldn't help but stare blankly.

After a pause, he came back to his senses and turned his back, suppressing the ups and downs in his heart.

"Father, mother, I'm going to die..."

In a daze, Chen Hui said to herself in her sleep:

"I don't want to die, but if I must die, don't let me suffer too much. It's best not to wake up when I fall asleep."

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's best."

"Zhou Jia..."

"Hey!"

Zhou Jia turned around, subconsciously said, seeing that she was still asleep, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly.

"I'm dead, so you can eat my meat. You can last a few more days like this, but you must eat it after I'm completely dead. I'm afraid of pain."

"..."

Zhou Jia was speechless.

I don't know what she dreamed about, she really talked about everything.

Unable to fall asleep from left to right, he turned over and sat up, picked up the diary and went to the stele, deducing the written information on it again.

But all words are used to record and describe something, and there are traces to follow.

even.

The older the script, the easier it is to guess its meaning.

Because the original characters were only in the form of images, without too complicated changes, and each word pointed to something specific.

of course there are exceptions.

The characters on the stele are shaped like tadpoles, there are one hundred and eight, each of which is different, and should point to one hundred and eight things.

"Words for offering sacrifices to heaven?"

"No!"

"Something described?"

"Not right!"

"A story to tell?"

"impossible!"

"What the hell is that?"