My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 359 Chile Song

Gao Lin refused without looking back.

"Come back after sunset."

The old man looked at the cold wind pouring into the house through the gap in the window, but he seemed not to give up and said.

"It's getting cold, so I'd better let my father-in-law come in and repair it for the military master."

"..."

Gao Lin didn't answer. Beside the bed, he carefully lit two whale oil lamps.

As the lamp oil burned, an unusually rich fragrance spread out.

The light of the whale oil lamp was extremely bright. Even during the day, the halo it emitted enveloped Gao Lin.

Isolate all interference from the outside world.

Including those withered and yellow hands and feet that quickly retreated out of the door as if caught on fire when the oil lamp came on.

Looking at everything in the room, the old head and facial features fell downwards like melted wax, and the almost faceless face peered into the room with undisguised resentment.

But Gao Lin was indifferent. The world in his ears was so quiet. Only the tight sound of the bowstring tightening and the clatter of the pages in front of him could remind him of what he was doing.

And this is a deeper and more terrifying silence than the eerie silence in the early morning since Fan He left.

As the lights of the two whale oil lamps flickered, the heroic spirits who once galloped on this land quietly stared at the descendants in front of them through the window that Gao Lin opened on his own initiative.

Gao Lin ignored the sense of prying eyes around him. He cut open his left hand with a knife, smeared blood on his forehead, untied his hair tie, and let his hair hang loosely, just like the Donghu barbarians in ancient times.

He stared devoutly at the dark book in front of him. There were not only the traces left by the world where many heroic predecessors lived, but also their deepest source of power, which came from the center of the world, those powers given by the humans and gods on earth. Words of great restraint and power.

On the title page, soldiers and civilians of the Hu and Han Dynasties are fighting with hounds and goshawks against a pack of wolves. The description is so detailed and vivid that it is like seeing it in person.

But before actually opening this magical book.

Gao Lin has more important things to do.

He took out a bottle of amber liquid from his arms, opened the cork, and released a rich aroma of wine. It turned out to be a rare-to-find wine in the world.

He raised his head and swallowed everything in the bottle.

Along with the burning feeling in his abdomen, Gao Lin felt a wave of heat surge up to the top of his head, instantly like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, bringing his consciousness into an unknown chaos.

The complex and mellow smell coming from the tip of his nose mixed with blood made Gao Lin's body feel like he was floating in the air, and he felt a sense of ecstasy from time to time.

Wine, spices, totems, magic weapons... these are the necessary elements for ancient wizards to perform sacrifices to the elves and souls in the forest.

Now everything is ready here.

Everything is ready.

Gao Lin no longer bothered with the strange sounds coming from behind him, like something breaking like building blocks, as well as the roars of iron horses and glaciers, and soldiers fighting.

He looked up to the sky and shouted the image of the sky described in the ancient Xianbei language, and finally opened the sacrificial book in his hand that contained the inscription written by the Holy Emperor himself.

But the content in the book is not as serious as it appears.

The pages of the book are arranged from old to new, and it is obvious that each text and picture was included in the book at a different time.

Along with the pages recording heroic epics and imperial treasure scrolls were opened one after another.

The pounding sound beside his ears became heavier and heavier.

There were even some terrifying whispers mixed in among them.

But Gao Lin, who had fallen into the dream of the Kingdom of God, turned a blind eye to this.

The cold wind blowing from the broken window beside him blew on the two whale oil lamps in front of Gao Lin.

But the lights only flickered for a moment, and the golden halo of light around them became brighter and brighter, and from it came the neighing of warriors and horses and Xianbei nonsense that was either excited or sad.

In the flickering of the candlelight, it seemed that countless pairs of eyes were staring through the halo at those who were lingering around Gao Lin, peeping outside the house and beside the bed, those evil things hidden in the shadows that could not be found during the day. things.

The humming of the Huma beside Gao Lin's ears became louder and louder, as if it was issuing some warning to the demons lurking in the surrounding darkness.

Warn them not to cross the line again and pay a heavy price.

As his consciousness soared into the sky, Gao Lin saw a piece of grassland.

A warrior who had long been buried in the dust of history with the passage of time could not help but recall the grassland again in his dream when he was on the verge of death. The ominous sight of Tengu eclipsing the sun in the sky could not cover up the bursts of howling sounds coming from the withered weeds on the ground. The bones of bison were piled randomly on the ground and buried in the heavy grass.

In Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.

Soldiers in military armor surrounded the carriages and horses carrying coffins. The people of Hu and Han hugged each other and wept. The horses raised their long hooves, frightened and confused in the ominous omen of the solar eclipse.

Gao Lin found himself following the crowd and realized that he was attending the funeral of a great man.

But the identity of the owner of the funeral made him feel nervous.

Solar eclipse, grassland, funeral army...

Everything points to the person least likely to be targeted by the sacrifice.

Why--

Gao Lin's thoughts turned around.

But the movements in his hands kept coming.

According to the ritual procedures, he should find the tomb of this famous hero in history before the effect of the spiritual wine completely dissipated.

and asked questions at his tomb.

After returning to reality, you can naturally get the answer in the treasure book.

This is how the many pages in the treasure book that were covered with words and patterns came about.

But the current situation is obviously different from any sacrifice that the Gao clan has experienced in the past.

The long funeral procession had no end in sight, and the solar eclipse above exuded an ominous atmosphere. The grassland in front of him was so real that Gao Lin could even see the tears on the faces of the funeral sergeants, as well as the dryness of the withered grass and trees. With death.

The sky is green and the fields are vast.

The Xianbei knights guarding on both sides used their spears to drive away the wild wolves that followed the crowd along the way.

Along with the sheep accompanying the army, there were bursts of panicked cries after being attacked by wolves.

With bow strings bursting and wolves howling, the knights rushed around with spears in hand.

Chasing the fleeing wolves.

Everything is so real.

Gao Lin felt like he was going crazy.

Although spiritual wine has been a medium for communication between humans and gods since ancient times.

Humans can use this to communicate with ancestors and ghosts and gods while half asleep and half awake, seeking help and shelter.

But in theory, everything people see in the environment is just their imagination. There is only one reality in this world, and that is where one's own body is.

Gao Lin subconsciously pinched his arm, and the touch from his fingertips and the pain in his brain told him that not only could he touch the snow-white ink on his body, but he could also truly feel the pain.

In the end what happened--

This is not the first time Gao Lin has entered a dream to communicate with his ancestors, ghosts and gods.

But this was the first time that Gao Lin doubted whether the sacrificial experiences that had long been regarded as golden rules by the family and passed down from generation to generation were correct.

The scene in front of me is not like those ghosts and gods taking the opportunity to enter my body and invade my dreams.

Feeling the people around him looking at his strange movements, there was a flash of doubt in their eyes.

Gao Lin felt that his was the intruder.

If it weren't for the faint golden light emitting from a certain page in the treasure book in his hand, Gao Lin would even suspect that the ritual had failed.

The goshawk overhead flew across the sky, emitting a long and shrill cry in the dim, uncertain, and fading sunlight.

Gao Lin placed his palm on the Gao Family Book in his hand.

At this time, the procession stopped, and people knelt on the ground, kowtowing in front of the mountains.

Later, the solemn and resonant "Cele Song" came from the grassland.

(End of this chapter)