Five Frozen Centuries

Sunlight fell from the skylight and shone on the old man. From this angle, it was just a very ordinary old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face.

He looked very ordinary, and Wei Huo came to the old man in stealth.

The moment Wei Huo saw this notebook, he understood everything. This ordinary notebook is the "Code". The power of rules circulates in this book, but whoever's name is written up, then The laws stipulated in the Code must be followed forever, otherwise, you will die.

This is the rule.

Wei Huo came to the old man. He saw the old man's eyes. He really wanted to know what this person who ruled the whole city with a pen looked like, how sharp his eyes were, and whether a real emperor This is how it looks.

But unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were very calm, even with a hint of kindness. He was an ordinary old man. The ordinary can't be ordinary, but the burden on his shoulder was not ordinary.

The old man waited for about three minutes, seemed to be thinking, and seemed to be thinking nothing. Three minutes was not long, but it was very precious to the old man. The moment he could enjoy the tranquility was probably only the three minutes before the pen.

I don’t want to think of anything, but it’s also a very happy thing...

Subsequently, the old man picked up the pen.

At this moment, the old man's eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see every corner of the city through this stone table.

There is no doubt that the pen is just an ordinary pen. There is nothing special about it. Even because it has been written for a long time, some of the rubbed light shines, and the paint on the surface has fallen off.

But the old man who picked up the pen seemed to become a **** at this moment, and the momentum of his body exuded, turning this small world into a **** realm.

Why a person's temperament can change so much before and after picking up the pen is probably because, at the moment of picking up the pen, the fate of countless people is tied to the old man's hand.

The old man took off the pen cap, exposing the tip of a golden fountain pen. The tip of the pen shone with golden light, and a beautiful pattern was carved on it. There was a gap between the nibs. The black ink began to slowly fall from the gap, and finally filled this Gap, this golden nib was divided into two parts by a black ink.

Then, the old man raised the pen, looked at the information on one side, and then began to write the name in the notebook.

The old man didn't write fast, but he wrote heavily, and he wrote every stroke and every stroke very seriously, because this name will determine the destiny of a person's life.

Wei Huo came over and sat opposite the old man, and then saw him keep writing down fresh names one after another in his notebook. After the name was written, the ink would soon dry out, and the faint ink fragrance evaporated with the moisture And it exudes, has the eye-catching effect.

But when the old man wrote the tenth and a half names, he suddenly stopped his hand because Wei Huo's figure appeared.

The old man paused, his coherent momentum was suddenly cut off, his eyes flickered, and finally became calm and peaceful, he raised the pen, and the remaining half of the name did not write after all, he put the cap on the pen Then he raised his head and looked at Wei Huo with calm eyes.

The old man saw Wei Huo's eyes, a pair of eyes representing silence, as if he could not see the huge abyss at the bottom.

Seeing these eyes, the old man understood everything.

The old man closed the notebook, put the pen away, then walked to the side, poured two cups of tea, and brought a cup to the stone table in front of Wei Huo.

"Please drink tea." The old man said lightly.

At this moment, he seems to have returned to that ordinary old man.

Wei Huo glanced at the ordinary notebook, the notebook was closed, the shell was black, there was no word, it looked really ordinary, this kind of cover notebook can be 5 yuan in the stationery store. I bought one.

"Can I see this notebook?" Wei Huo asked.

The old man said, "Yes."

Wei Huo reached out his hand, the notebook didn't leave the stone table, he just turned a circle, and then Wei Huo opened the first page.

The content in the notebook has been read by Wei Huo and is exactly the same as the "Codex Copy", but this notebook is obviously thinner than the "Codex Copy". Wei Huo constantly turns the pages, and finally finds that this book seems to be incomplete. .

This is an infinite book that can never be turned over. Wei was quickly turned over, and the content of the law in the Code was quickly turned over. The next step is one name after another. The original name is even traditional. Words, written with a brush.

Wei Huo keeps turning back and forth, I don’t know where to start, the name becomes simplified, and then blue, red, black, and the fonts are different. This shows that only a lot of people can write on this notebook Past the names of others.

In the end, Wei Huo stopped to flip because he saw three names, "Gao Huo", "Golden Armor" and "Xiao Qiang".

One word difference, but reversed everything, the story is often so simple.

A typo changed everything, changed the fate of this notebook, changed the fate of the old man, changed the fate of the city.

The old man understood everything. He handed out the pen in his hand and said, "Please write my name in the notebook."

Wei Huo did not take the pen~www.readwn.com~ His purpose is not to become the new master of the city, his purpose is to thoroughly refine this ruled creation and use it for his own use, so that the "Code" Into a book of death.

The old man put the pen on the stone table, and then said: "For the past fifty years, I have been waiting for this moment all the time. I am old and can't write..."

The old man seemed to regard Wei Huo as his heir. He continued: "A long time ago, I broke into Stonehenge in this way, trying to change everything with my own strength, but in the end I became a member of this cycle."

Wei Huo said at this time: "The real law should exist in people's hearts. People respect it, but they are not afraid of it."

The old man raised his head and spoke slowly: "Everyone understands this truth, but if he stops writing, the world will perish."

Wei Huo knows the meaning of the old man. If they stop writing and people find that the rules no longer punish those who break the law, then the dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in people's hearts will be released in an instant, and there will be only one final result, and everything will end accordingly.

But for Wei Huo who practises the Way of Extinction, he has long been accustomed to the end. Everything in this world will have a moment of end, everything will die, the planet under his feet will die, and the sun above the sky will die. , This universe, this world will also die on the same day.

Everything in the world will die, but it will also be born again.

So Wei Huo did one thing. He tore off every page of the words written on the notebook. This notebook is an infinite book. Even if so many pages are torn, the book will not be thinned.

The old man quietly watched Wei Huo tear off the pages. He didn't say much, but just sighed softly.

Wei Huo threw out the torn pages, and said softly in his mouth: "Destroy it..."