Yin Nian wrote the first stroke, and his wrists were slightly sore. The paper was extremely difficult to write on, and it was difficult for the ink to fall even after one stroke.
"Has this booklet been kept for too long?"
Yin Nian vigorously shook the dust on the booklet, and controlled his sore wrist to try to write again. This time, the ink was not at all, but it became intermittent.
Yin Nian said "Hey" and started writing with more energy.
And she doesn't know.
At this moment, she was writing down the first fallen angel whose surname corresponded to the character 'Sun'. After inhaling the incense, she finally managed to change her appearance to something calm, and she was 100% surprised.
Its eyes dropped, and it saw that there were many small cracks on its body, and the chain of the altar underneath was shaking slightly.
Her eyes were filled with shock.
His body was shaking slightly.
There is a story in each of the four districts: a true god is hard to come by, and a fallen angel is hard to come by.
The true God is high above the world, and everyone in the world wants to ask God to look back and respond. This is why thousands of people ask but no one can respond.
But Fallen Angel is different.
Fallen angels used to be serious true gods, worshiped by various families. Some true gods were even worshiped by several aristocratic families. But the problem lies in that if more people worship them, the younger generation will have their marrow cleansed one by one. Petitions, when petitions are made, laws and rules of heaven are everywhere. The greed, hatred, hatred, evil and resentment of the petitioners will follow the various appeals of the petition. Because they intervene, the cause and effect will be entangled in the realization of these substitutes. The true God of desire.
These dirty evil thoughts of cause and effect are like slow poison. The power of worship is intertwined with these slow poisons. If the power of worship is far greater than the hatred, or if the two maintain a delicate balance, then the true god will still be the true god. , and will become more powerful as the power of worship increases.
And if the power of resentment exceeds the power of worship, they will lose their minds from time to time and go crazy and kill, which is to say, they will become fallen angels like a time bomb.
Asking a god to enter the register, if it is a true god, then the person holding the register is equivalent to finding a powerful protector.
But if a fallen angel is registered, in addition to being a protector, the most important thing is that their power of resentment will also be transferred to the person who holds the registration. Just imagine, the power of resentment that even the true gods are afraid of, who dares to go there? Take it on yourself?
Even the most eccentric person would not dare to bet on whether he and the Fallen Angel would lose their minds in the next moment.
Therefore, no one has ever dared to write the name of the fallen angel on the book.
Isn't this just seeking death?
In the past, there were warriors who were forced into desperation, and finally spent half their lives to get a precious book of invitations to the gods. They wrote the name of the fallen angels in the book with great hope, but his desires were too strong, and the more he wanted to become a fallen angel. The purpose of protecting him became stronger. When the Fallen Angel was written by him, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming greed. The stimulated Fallen Angel went crazy and directly tore the person into pieces.
Therefore, after that warrior's 'heroic deeds', no one dared to touch the Fallen Angels. Later, every family gave up on rescuing the Fallen Angels. Everyone agreed that the Fallen Angels could not be saved, and they would be rescued once they appeared. Seal it immediately to prevent the relatives from disowning and killing each other.
These fallen angels themselves know it.
One can imagine how shocked she was when she saw cracks in the seal sculpture on her body.
This statue and this altar are actually seals set by the family that once worshiped them.
They can't break free of the seal by themselves, and they have no idea of breaking free. They are entangled in resentment wherever they go, and they lose their minds and go crazy from time to time. Even after they get out of this huge tomb, everyone is shouting and beating. They don't want the almighty true God to turn into a street rat.
But she never expected it.
Someone is actually willing to invite her to join the register? !
Crazy?
Who?
And the amazing thing is that she doesn't feel too much greed or bad karma. There is only one possibility, please ask God...doesn't he want anything from her at this moment?
But is this possible?
Anyone who asks God has something to ask for, either for protection or fame.
Otherwise, what are you planning?
The person who asked God had no evil intentions, and she was too shocked to resist at all.
He actually asked Yin Nian outside to successfully write the word 'grandson' on it with intermittent ink.
"Huh." Yin Nian straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. For some reason, she felt more and more irritated in her heart. It wasn't strong, but this irritating feeling made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
But don’t panic!
Yin Nian grabbed Snake Nier who was sleeping soundly in the Heavenly Palace, pointed at the gray and black gas in the Heavenly Palace, and said concisely: "Eat!"
She Nier opened her mouth and swallowed the black air.
With a bang, the scales all over its body exploded.
"Huh?" Snake Ni'er waggled her tail in surprise, "Are you in a bad mood today? Why is this bad atmosphere so thick?"
Yin Nian frowned slightly, looked around, and quickly figured it out, "In a place like this, can I not be angry, anxious, and worried? It's normal for it to be strong."
She moved her wrist and carefully checked her body. It was very good. She was in great shape. It couldn't be for other reasons.
Snake thought the same thing.
Yin Nian turned to the second page and began to write the name of a fallen angel.
If there was someone here who knew better, he would probably scream.
Yin Nian disliked the choppy writing, but he didn't know that it was already a very famous name. You must know that those who can leave a drop of ink on the divine book are considered to be one-in-a-million geniuses.
Normal people accumulate ink drop by drop, kneeling down and begging every day. It will take an unknown amount of time to create a complete and coherent word.
For example, Mu Yang has been asking God several times a day since he could pick up a pen. It takes him an unknown number of years to leave a drop of ink. This is a little recognition of him from the real God. Even this is enough for him to go to three tables without bringing any wine. I ate a peanut.
But when Yin Nian wrote it for the first time, she was disgusted by the intermittent writing, but it actually turned into one word.
Otherwise, she has no desire at all. She doesn't even know that these are the invitation books piled here, because no one will invite the fallen angel, and it is unlucky to use the fallen angel book as toilet paper for others. , naturally placed in a messy manner, looking worthless.
She just took her account book and wrote it here. What bad thoughts could she have?
Who would have evil thoughts about their own account book? Isn't this crazy?
It really doesn't matter if one condition is missing. As long as Yin Nian knows how to invite the gods, if these fallen angels have not just finished inhaling the incense of worship and have gained peace after a long time, they will not be able to invite the gods to be registered so easily.
The second god was as surprised as Sun Shen.
And then, the third, the fourth...
Yin Nian didn't realize it herself. Ever since she left the surname of the first god, she seemed to be firmly attracted to this book. If it were normal times, writing would be so difficult, she would have given up writing or would have quit writing. It was written in another book, but this thing seemed to have cast a spell on her, prompting her to write one after another.
She thought it might have just been time for a cup of tea.
But people outside know.
Yin Nian has been inside for three days and three nights.
"She... why doesn't she come out?"
Someone couldn't help but poke the person next to him, "Is he dead inside?"
"I'm not sure. Who told her to go and dance in front of the Fallen Angel? Which one of you should go and see it? If she dies and her body is still there, won't our next meal be covered?"
"Bah, you're such a thief and a sinister person, you let me go into the secret room? Do you want me to become your second dish? I'm dreaming!"
"Shut up!"
The bald woman suddenly spoke.
The bone spurs on her hands shone with a sharp cold light.
His face looked very bad.
"If you say that again, I'll cut out all your tongues."
Everyone swallowed their words immediately and asked, "What happened to her?"
"There are two of them." Someone gestured, "Didn't you notice? It's been six days since the last time the Fallen Angel gave water and food."
Yes.
Everyone suddenly realized.
These two people only ate normal meat. They were supposed to give them new meat two days ago, but it seemed that after Yin Nian arrived, the Fallen Angel didn't give them new meat.
"It can't be that the deer they ate before was actually that deer, right? Did that girl finish it all? And even finished it in one meal?"
The more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
I want to encourage these two people to go to the secret room to see whether Yin Nian is alive or dead.
But unexpectedly, the next moment, his feet began to shake.
The death tomb, which was usually so quiet that my ears were ringing, kept hearing muffled sounds one after another.
"What's going on here?"
