On the second day, as soon as Zhao Kuo stepped out of the truck, several mercenaries in the team started laughing.
"Captain, you are in good spirits."
The truck was shaking really hard last night.
Zhao Kuo ignored these ruffians and thought to himself, nothing happened, maybe he would need a sacred weapon.
Once the sacred weapon undergoes the ritual of linyuan, you need to wait at least three years to change its owner. During these three years, this sacred weapon can only be sealed in dust and cannot come into contact with anyone.
When Shen Yan woke up, it was already a little late. He basically didn't sleep until midnight last night.
Shen Yan was awakened by the sound outside the truck. There must have been wind and sand in the middle of the night last night. Half of the truck's wheels were sunk into the sand. Zhao Kuo was leading people to clean it up.
What shocked Shen Yan was not this, but a strange person standing behind him.
Wearing a soldier's armor robe from the Song Dynasty, he carried a long bow and quiver on his back.
Standing there silently.
A stranger, but he looked exactly like the archer Liu Xi and Liu Changyi whom Shen Yan had dreamed about last night.
Moreover, Shen Yan was obviously a stranger, but Shen Yan had a particularly strange feeling, like...a lifelong friend.
subtle.
Shen Yan was stunned for a long time without reacting.
After getting off the truck, Liu Changyi followed silently behind him.
The sand around the truck is almost done.
When the other mercenaries saw Liu Changyi, there was only a flash of surprise on their faces. It seemed that they were not as wary and vigilant as Shen Yan imagined that there was a sudden addition to the team.
Of course, I didn’t turn a blind eye.
The talkative Mr. Dong stood next to Shen Yan and sighed: "Holy weapon."
"We use the sacred weapon to awaken the heroic spirits of our ancestors from the dream abyss and fight together, so that we can survive in this harsh environment to this day."
Shen Yan's expression moved.
Mengyuan? The heroic spirits of our ancestors?
These words that he is familiar with in Dad Dong's mouth are the seven-dimensional space theory and Mengyuan theory that he knows?
The reason why these are called theories rather than theorems is precisely because in his time, the research on Mengyuan had just begun. If everything was normal, through the R source injection/injection that amplified the effect of the pineal gland thousands of times, indeed It is possible to use old objects to summon the century-old spirits and thousand-year kings related to the old objects in "Meng Yuan" to the real dimension.
Of course, this is only a possibility.
However, the mercenary team he is now in has regarded what is theoretically possible as a fact that is as common as eating and drinking?
Summoning the heroic spirits of ancestors to fight together is already a way of life?
This is ancestor worship developed to the extreme.
It’s no wonder that last night, Zhao Kuo couldn’t put it down holding his “sacred objects”, not only because of love, but also because of the power of ancestors that can be summoned in these old objects.
It is not an exaggeration to call it a sacred instrument.
Shen Yan became even more confused. This world contained old objects he was familiar with and the research results of Mengyuan that he knew about.
So, what is the connection between this world and the world he originally lived in?
Father Dong's voice continued to ring in his ears: "It's strange, when I found you from the pit, I didn't see you wearing a sacred weapon..."
Shen Yan thought to himself that even if there were, he would not be able to wear such a thing on his body. In his opinion, these valuable historical relics should stay in museums.
The heroic spirit that summoned Liu Xi Liu Chang Yi should be the half of the jade that Zhao Kuo collected!
Although Shen Yan was not very clear about the current situation, he was somewhat excited to see the "Meng Yuan" theory so realistically displayed before his eyes.
Theoretically, as long as you get the corresponding sacred weapon, you can summon all the characters that have ever existed in history, not just the little-known Liu Changyi.
In 5000 years of China/Xia, there are countless heroes.
It also gave him a rough idea of what kind of existence the tiger and the leopard that had been surrounding Zhao Kuo looked like.
Shen Yan studied on the side.
He discovered that he and the summoned Liu Changyi did have an indescribable bond.
For example, as long as he thinks hard, as long as he thinks hard enough, the bow in Liu Changyi's hand will be drawn.
The accuracy is extremely high, and judging from the sound of the arrow piercing the air, the strength is amazing, and it may be able to penetrate a person's body directly.
Standing on the city wall and shooting powerful enemies is definitely not a gymnasium performance.
No wonder Dong Lao said that human beings can survive in harsh environments with the help of the power of ancestors.
The lack of resources leads to more than just food problems. If time goes by, many things will be forgotten, such as... history, such as the production of complex weapons, etc. These things have to be forgotten in the long river of history because there are no resources to go there. It only takes one generation to make them or even give up on them before they are gone forever.
Instead, Mengyuan culture emerged, and ancestor worship took over.
There has always been a thin line between science and metaphysics.
Shen Yan studied carefully on the side, but soon he felt dizzy, as if Liu Changyi was consuming something from him every time he pulled the bow.
Zhao Kuo, Father Dong, and some other mercenaries were stunned for a moment. They had never seen the summoned ancestors' spirits exist for such a short period of time.
Zhao Kuo came over and took the half piece of jade from the dazed Shen Yan.
Shen Yan felt a little better now. Seeing that Zhao Kuo's tiger and leopard had been staying by his side, he thought he would not pay any price.
Shen Yan was studying on the side just now, because a group of mercenaries from Zhao Kuo were eating wheat cakes to replenish their strength, so it was difficult for him to get in there.
After last night until now, he had not touched a drop of water, and his brain was constantly releasing hunger and thirst.
Zhao Kuo had an inexplicable look on his face and pinched half of the jade in his hand: "How do you think about it?"
"As long as you agree, not only will you have water and food right away, I can also lend you this sacred artifact."
Shen Yan was obviously stunned for a moment. In the past, it was Mr. Dong who instigated this matter, but Zhao Kuo actually acted completely indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with it.
Why did your attitude suddenly change?
And...he secretly came to lure him into becoming a male servant, how dare he say it in person.
When Zhao Kuo saw that Shen Yan had no reaction, he didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Shen Yan interestingly to see how long he could hold on.
…
The two trucks began to drive in the endless desert.
Thick black smoke came out of the tail pipe. Shen Yan thought to himself that it was probably because the oil was not extracted cleanly. The more impurities there were, the more smoke there would be when using it.
In order to better observe the world, Shen Yan sat in the cab.
Zhao Kuo was driving beside him, leading the way.
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but he would drink water in front of Shen Yan from time to time. The so-called drinking water should only be to wet his lips. Water is scarcer than food in the desert.
Kill people and kill your heart.
Fortunately, sitting in the cab, apart from getting more and more thirsty, it was still stable.
But accidents always come too late.
Shen Yan was still observing the outside environment. In fact, there was not much to see. It was a desert area full of semicircular pits, long stretches of yellow sand, and nothing. Except for the Cthulhu beast Victor who could barely be seen in the distance. The shadows showed no signs of life, and the two trucks were like duckweeds in the sky and on earth.
At this time, the truck suddenly stopped.
Shen Yan couldn't help but ask: "Out of gas?"
He also asked casually. It was impossible for these experienced mercenaries to be unprepared for this.
Zhao Kuo said: "Get off the car. For the rest of the way, we need to pull the truck out of the desert."
Shen Yan was stunned.
Pulling a truck through the desert? Do you know how ridiculous and nonsense this is?
But when Shen Yan got out of the car and saw other mercenaries being tied to the truck with ropes, he became alert. Zhao Kuo might not be kidding him.
Shen Yan was panicking. He was hungry and thirsty now. It was already very difficult to stay in the truck, let alone pulling the truck in the desert.
I quickly found Mr. Dong and asked.
Mr. Dong has a lively personality, is easy to get along with, and is also talkative. He is the easiest to reveal some useful information.
Father Dong looked at Shen Yan with some confusion: "You don't know?"
"Are you actually a wandering poet from other areas?"
A wandering poet who can't sing but can tell stories, Shen Yan looks like he doesn't know how to fight, so this is the only identity he has left.
Large mercenary teams usually have a wandering poet. Why?
Because in the long adventure, only the song of the wandering poet can wash away the mental fatigue of the mercenaries.
This also explains why Shen Yan knows nothing about this area, because it is not the place where he was born and lived.
Dad Dong continued: "There is an abyss ahead. The sound of the truck engine will wake up the monsters in the abyss."
"So, this section of the road can only be driven by trucks."
It didn't take long for Shen Yan to see the abyss mentioned by Mr. Dong.
At your feet, there is an endless abyss, a desert on one side and an abyss on the other, where even the sun cannot penetrate.
There are countless claw marks on the walls of the abyss, just like records of countless demons crawling out of the abyss. Some of the claw marks are even new.
Shen Yan looked at the gloomy scene just one step away from his feet, the abyss civilization!
In the records of historical mythology, there have been records of abyssal civilization, but it is undoubtedly not terrifying and dark.
But those were just myths and legends, and now, what Shen Yan saw before his eyes was an abyss like a ravine in the sky.
The reason why it is called an abyssal civilization is because on the walls, in addition to claw marks, there are also abyssal writings that look like earthworms.
They were born in darkness, grew up in darkness, and have their own civilization.
Father Dong also sighed: "They were once human beings."
"In ancient legends, so long ago that there is no specific time record, a virus called Source R broke out. Some humans gained the power to summon the spirits of their ancestors and continued to survive, while some humans mutated and could only survive. Living in the lightless abyss, over time, they will no longer be called human beings.”
Father Dong looked at the abyss: "They are called human ghosts, a species of the abyss. They hate humans who have the same blood and fate as them but can live in the sun and take another path."
"As for the authenticity of their origin, no one knows. Anyway, this is the story passed down from ancient times."
Shen Yan's eyes shrank, R Yuan?
Is it just a coincidence in the name? Or is the R-origin virus mentioned by Dong Dong the same thing as the hormone that Shen Yan knew was researched to improve the effect of the pineal gland in the human brain?
The original intention of R Source's research is to amplify human melatonin secretion thousands of times, thereby allowing humans to control dreams and transmit sounds into the dream abyss.
But the pineal gland in the human brain is not only related to sleep.
What is the reason why the R source was injected into the human body on a large scale in advance before it was thoroughly studied, causing some people to mutate and separate into a race of humans and ghosts in the abyss?
It seems that the truth of history is before our eyes.
