Meng Mei's eyes were burning.
She had been waiting for this moment.
In her opinion, Hermes and Carolyn would definitely talk about the horrifying truth of history when they met.
She muttered with a serious face, "Come to see Hermes! If I'm not wrong, Carolyn, this is the main reason why you came to this world. "
In the cute girl's eyes, the super ancient god and the fallen Hermes must be closely related to each other. The players even guessed that it was the super ancient god who killed Hermes.
Carolyn was definitely here to see the fallen ninth rank.
As for Hermes, it was previously revealed that he might also be a player?
An immortal who ascended from ancient Earth?
A horrifying ancient ninth rank existence!
That was why she approached Carolyn and probed for the truth.
It was the right time.
"What do I want to ask?" Carolyn hesitated for a moment before saying, "How do I become the next you and take on that terrifying mission?"
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Meng Mei was confused.
What did she mean? What was going on?
What did she mean by becoming the next you? Being killed like you? Or breaking through to the ninth rank?
Also, what did that terrifying mission mean?
She felt that this was a horrifying and mysterious ancient history that was more confusing than they had imagined. Could it be that it was not as simple as the ancient deity killing Hermes?
But why did he have Hermes's remains?
Meng Mei's mind went blank for a moment.
Ancient deity!
This mysterious figure flashed in her mind, as well as the domineering words from back then: Then I will close my fate and let you decide your own future!
"Brothers, sisters, something bad has happened!"
Meng Mei quickly posted in secret, "According to me following Carolyn, the ancient history of this universe is more complicated than we thought."
"As for what happens next, please stay tuned! Anyway, let's type 666 on the public chat first! "
At this moment.
"Want to become me?" The farmer slowly waved his hoe and continued to plow the field. "Want to become a farmer like me? Do you see this field?"
Carolyn looked at the field.
Winter had arrived. Most of the paddy fields had withered, leaving only half of them alive. The farmer was hoeing the dead paddy fields, seemingly wanting to replant them.
"It is not easy to be a farmer," said the farmer. "You have to be patient enough to bear the loneliness, to work the fields, and to ignore the passers-by at the edge of the paddy paths."
Carolyn nodded her head. "I understand that logic. The 9th rank is a long road. I can endure the loneliness and endure the walk of others, but … I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch up."
"You want some help to walk faster?" The farmer suddenly put down the hoe.
Caroline nodded.
This is a very realistic matter.
The single-plank bridge was too long. She wished she could walk faster.
"What is the ninth grade?" said the peasant.
The cute girl's face darkened.
Why was it the same question he had asked the gods back then?
Was he going to give the exact same answer and use the conversation between King Wesley and Messiah?
At this moment, Carolyn was slightly startled, but she still replied, "Rank 9, a world formed from ten billion cells."
"That's the concept, and then?" said the farmer.
"The specific process is the fusion of the soul and the body. All the soul will be completely fused into the hundred trillion cells!"
She paused and pondered a few times. "That person's entire soul will be cast into the body. Every single one of the hundred trillion cells will be imprinted with one's own soul mark! Completely controlling the body, treating it as a world, is the 9th grade world. "
"That's enough. The answer has already been given." The farmer put down the hoe, cleaned up the field, and prepared to go home.
"This?"
Carolyn opened her eyes, a puzzled look on her face.
Just a few simple sentences?
There was no reply.
"Too young. He came from another world to seek guidance from the Zen Master. He met Hermes but didn't understand his habits."
The cute girl, on the other hand, had a normal look on her face. She rested her chin on her hand and thought about the riddle.
"Hermes is very mysterious. He seems to have guessed that in the distant future, someone will ask him. Usually, he will give the answer in the most ancient era." The cute girl explained seriously.
Carolyn was puzzled. "How is that possible?"
"That's right! The reason why you don't know is because you haven't seen this part of history. After all, it happened recently. "The cute girl smiled and told Carolyn about that part of history.
"This!?"
After listening, Carolyn felt her whole body tremble.
The cute girl said, "Just like before, the gods went to see that teacher and asked for the answer. In fact, it was already given to us thousands of years ago through the descent of Messiah the Great and Wesley's words."
"Just like before, Hermes once told Ermin the coordinates of another world. Previously, Ermin went back to think about it and remembered that part of history."
"Every question has been written in thousands of years of history. Is it that amazing?" Even Carolyn felt that this was unbelievable.
And what part of history was in front of her?
Had it already been told about the mystery of the 9th grade?
She kept thinking about it carefully.
Ta ta ta.
The farmer started to pack his luggage and returned along the village road.
The two of them silently thought about it and didn't make any unusual movements. They followed the farmer back to the village.
The farmer entered the village. He took off his thick coat and wore a thin vest in this cold weather. He went to the blacksmith shop next door: Jack's Blacksmith Shop.
"You're here to help?" The boss of the blacksmith shop was a burly man with thick chest hair. He was bare-chested and waved a big hammer, constantly hammering the red iron.
Clang!
Clang clang!
The whole blacksmith shop was scorching hot.
The farmer who just entered also started to raise the furnace, raised his hammer, and started hammering the iron.
It seemed that after plowing the fields, he would usually return to the blacksmith shop in the village to do odd jobs in exchange for some wine money. This was the daily life of this farmer.
"Forging swords …"
Carolyn suddenly thought of something. She seemed to have seen this scene in an ancient myth. She kept thinking about it. "Blacksmith? The ancient Jianghu? That's right! The Liu family of swordsmithing … A young girl in the family later became the number one assassin in the Jianghu, Liu Rentu. "
That was the leader of Shu Mountain Sect, Liu Wenjian.
Carolyn suddenly stood outside the blacksmith shop in a daze. She murmured the description of one of the stories, only to feel a great shock in her heart.
"After his family was destroyed, Liu Wenjian became a mad demon.
"He hated himself for being useless and not being a man. He hated himself for studying hard, but he couldn't wield an iron hammer.
He hated himself for being powerless. His meridians were blocked, and he couldn't cultivate, and he couldn't take revenge. He cried hysterically, and he even put his arm into the furnace.
She went mad. She used her hatred, despair, and sorrow, and with tears of blood, she wielded a small hammer. In the raging fire, she endured the pain and hammered her arm.
"She put all her blood, tears, hatred, and soul into all kinds of divine gold and precious treasures, and fiercely forged them into her arm. Then, she cut them into pieces and used them as a sword.
"She called the sword the Sick Sword, to show that she was sick."
This description was very plain, but it was full of blood.
It made Carolyn's heart even more shocked. "She put all her hatred, tears, and soul into her arm. This is the fusion of soul and flesh …"
"Shu Mountain!"
She suddenly turned her head, as if she saw the truth of the nine levels written in the distant era of a thousand years.
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