"The Phecda Hero, Gu Jun?"
Gu Jun wanted to laugh, he scoffed, "You mean that medical student?"
Hearing these two older than him talking about their ancestor, Gu Jun, Gu Jun really wanted to laugh.
"You …" Malachite was about to lash out but Peacock held her back, "No!" Atal was sitting on the podium, and the nightmare man's mental power was unfathomable. They would not be able to escape from the black merchants' clutches while limping like that.
"Who are you people?" Gu Jun asked coldly, "Don't think you can mess with my rationality with some nonsense."
Gu Jun was alarmed. Even Atal started to suspect him, he started to talk about some prophecy …
The past, present, future, everything was messed up.
'Are they working together? Is this a trap? But what kind of organization is behind this? '
"Sigh." Atal was also puzzled by his suspicious gaze. He muttered, "My knowledge is really too shallow."
"Mr. Nightmare Man." Peacock said seriously, "You know the Phecda Hero is a doctor, why would you say such things? According to legend, if not for the Phecda Hero sacrificing himself to allow the Goddess of Hope to bring the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan from Dreamlands back to our home world, our tribe would not be able to survive. "
'Goddess of Hope? ' Gu Jun wanted to laugh, his stomach was twitching, "Don't tell me the Goddess of Hope is Wu Shiyu?"
He really wanted to see the expression on Dirty-minded Yu's face when she heard someone call her that.
"You …" Malachite's face was turning purple from anger. "I will not allow that …" Peacock tried to stop her partner but even she was starting to get angry. "Looks like Mr. Nightmare Man, you have been away from your tribe for too long … it has given you a different perspective … Yes, that is our Goddess of Hope."
'Why not call her Goddess of Hope or Ancestor of Hope? ' Gu Jun laughed and shook his head, "Even if you want to make up a story, you should at least come up with something more convincing."
"Thief, we will not allow you to insult us!" Malachite could not hold it in any longer, he charged at the nightmare man. He could not use spells but he could use his fists.
But suddenly, the nightmare man glanced at him. Gu Jun saw the pair of hollow eyes glinting with sharpness. Instantly he felt pain wrapping around his body. He gripped his face and heard Peacock scream, "Close your eyes! Mr. Nightmare Man, please don't, we are from the same race! "
Just as Malachite was about to dig his eyes out, the oppressive mental power suddenly disappeared …
"Ah." Malachite gasped for air as he studied the nightmare man's white mask.
"I told you not to act rashly." As Peacock held her partner, she chided softly. She too was sweating profusely.
Both of them had cultivated the Seven Cryptic Chapters of Hsan up to the fifth chapter. Those who came out for missions were all elites among elites. But that glance just now, was that a curse? The nightmare man did not even say a word, but his chanting was so powerful … They finally understood how he managed to escape from the theatre.
"Do you know who I am?" The nightmare man asked again, "Are you messing with me?"
"I have no idea what you mean … but we are definitely not messing with you." Peacock said confusedly.
Atal had only been watching and thinking. At this moment, he said, "The first time the land's wanderer visited me was thirty years ago."
Time. Elder Atal realized it was only a matter of time. Gu Jun took a deep breath to suppress the sudden surge of violence … The mental corruption rate was not just a number, it made it harder for him to control his rationality. From the perspective of psychiatry, this was similar to the symptoms of PTSD, 'irritability'.
Gu Jun adjusted his breathing to calm himself down. The more chaotic the situation, the more he needed to be calm.
30 years? He did not look at the clock, the weather would change differently in different parts of the dream world.
Over the past few days, he had seen day and night, the length of a day was similar to Earth, perhaps longer.
"How many days a year?" He asked Atal.
Atal was still in a meditative state, "380 days."
In that case, the 30 years here would not be shorter than the 30 years on Earth … 30 years ago, he was not even born yet, but the land's travellers had already existed. If he were to include the years they had been wandering, then it would be even longer. Why would they recognize him as their ancestor?
It had been about a month since he parted with Wu Shiyu's group. From the Zoogs' discussion on the island and Ulthar's outskirts, Gu Jun knew that a day on the island was also a day at Ulthar. Even if the world on Earth had undergone great changes and hundreds of years had passed, it shouldn't have been like this.
It sounded like … a group of people from the future had returned to the past and after years of wandering in this world, Gu Jun had run into them.
If this was real, he could not understand the relationship between them and it would be hard for his heart to accept it.
"There's no need for you to be angry." Gu Jun studied the two's expression, "Because I know a lot about this Gu Jun that you speak of and the homeworld."
Peacock and Malachite looked at each other with confusion, the nightmare man was someone who had conversed with Barcé the Wise …
"That is why I am curious, your language is not the language of your homeworld and even your names are not Chinese names. Do you not have surnames?"
The nightmare man said he knew a lot but this was common knowledge among the tribe. They were curious as well.
"We have abandoned the concept of surnames a long time ago." Peacock answered, "Surnames create separation, not unity."
'Oh? ' Gu Jun listened and thought, surnames would indeed separate people based on their bloodline … surnames would form families and families would have their own benefits …
Their tribe currently had 30,000 people, there should have been a time when they only had a few thousand people, that was when they were abandoned.
"Mr. Nightmare Man, I do not know what you mean by the language of our homeworld." Peacock said, "But the language we speak now is definitely different. It has been 300 years since our ancestors' Ten Thousand Kindling 'successfully migrated to Leng from their homeworld. They did not manage to bring anything with them, when they left Leng, there were only 2000 people left. We have lost technology, many laws of science are no longer applicable in this world, we have also lost knowledge, writing, language … "
"Mr. Nightmare Man, you have to understand, in those times of wandering, any kind of inheritance is difficult. For the first 100 years, we did not even have pen and paper, we could only carve on rocks and for the second 100 years, we were trapped in the Eastern Desert … "
Peacock could not bear to think about the hardships of her ancestors, "But the Seven Cryptical Book of Hsan and other legends have been passed down from generation to generation."
'Civilization has regressed, 'Gu Jun thought darkly, that was not impossible.
"Peacock, tell me the history of your tribe." He said that he would listen to the story first. "Tell me everything that has been passed down by word of mouth. Tell me everything from the beginning. Be as detailed as you can. Just pretend that I don't know anything about it."
Even though Peacock was confused, she nodded and started. Malachite and Atal, the grand elder, were also listening.
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