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

Chapter 360 Justice comes from heaven!

What Gao Lin heard was the majestic and mighty Xianbei singing.

This voice is sad and desolate. Along with the solar eclipse in the sky and the cries of soldiers and civilians on the ground, it makes people more and more infected and traumatized. It is like seeing the heroic figure who once led the Hu and Han soldiers and civilians in the six towns to resist tyranny. The jade sword was broken, and most of the soldiers were killed or injured. The dream of unification has since become untouchable, and it is a bleak ending for the hero who died in depression in sorrow.

What made Gao Lin even more shocked was that his tears were pouring out uncontrollably, and the frightening scene didn't stop there.

He saw that the speed of the solar eclipse above his head, symbolizing the hero's fall, was gradually accelerating, and the originally gloomy sky now turned into a deep darkness.

In the darkness, the cries of the soldiers from the Six Towns beside him were like ghosts at the moment.

As the darkness intensified, the huge coffin placed on the carriage not far away also made a huge trembling sound, as if something was gradually waking up as the darkness spread.

The heroes who resisted tyranny in the past have turned into the dust of history along with their broken dreams.

So what will be the thing that wakes up again now——

Gao Lin didn't dare to think any further.

The figures in military uniforms beside him gradually changed.

Gao Lin looked at those people who still maintained their basic human shapes, but the sensations coming from all the senses in their bodies told him.

Those things are now very different from humans.

This uncontrollable shuddering feeling sent shivers down his spine and made his hair stand on end.

And as the sound of the huge black coffin shaking became more violent, Gao Lin knew that he could no longer wait.

He opened the treasure book on his chest, trying to find any experience left by future generations to smooth over the violence and terror of the thing in front of him.

Unfortunately, as Gao Lin read the words and sacrificial inscriptions used by the ancestors to appease these ancestors, the sound of the black coffin in front of him showed no sign of stopping.

Gao Lin even faintly heard some kind of chuckle.

Repeatedly looking at the embarrassed descendant in front of him gave the former hero a strange sense of pleasure.

Hearing this voice, Gao Lin did not feel any relaxed mood. On the contrary, his mood became increasingly depressed.

This thing actually has its own consciousness——

Gao Lin felt that his world view had been subverted.

Although the Bohai Gao family has used the ancestors' corpses and heroic souls collected by their ancestors since ancient times to protect the family.

They also have great respect for these ghosts, gods and spirits that protect the family.

Any act of desecrating these heroic spirits who live in the lamps as their bones are refined into lamp oil will be regarded as a declaration of war against the same family.

But the reason why the Gao family did this was, on the one hand, because these heroic spirits of the Gao family who died on the battlefield were all their direct ancestors, and the Gao family needed to maintain the continuation of the family through them.

On the other hand, the leaders of the Gao family, who were the most respected during their lifetime, enjoyed family support and did not produce children, would have their coffins dug up and burned to ashes in blazing fire after death. Practice a handful of white ash and a jar of lamp oil, let your own cultivation continue to be passed down like those ancestors in the past, and bless the descendants of the Gao family.

The Gao people's respect for them is the respect for the dead.

It is respect for one's own future destiny.

But it is definitely not a respect for those terrible evil spirits and big demons who have lived for thousands of years and enjoyed the incense of the world in the form of Yin gods.

Those things are tools, tools to protect the descendants of the Gao family.

This is the most basic understanding and consensus summarized by the Gao clan people in countless fierce conflicts over the past thousands of years.

Now, this perception seems to be shattered.

"why……"

Gao Lin's face became extremely ugly.

Yin Shen——

Or ghosts and gods? No matter which one it is, Gao Lin must be prepared to let the spirit body fight to the death with him in this unknown world.

Of course, Gao Lin also knew that if things really developed to that extent, there was really little hope for him to survive.

Along with him, he recited the incantations written in the treasure books to pray for the blessings of the heroic spirits of the Gao family's ancestors.

Those ancestral heroes who should have responded to his prayers and protected him did not respond at all.

Gao Lin could only shout over and over again.

Looking at the black coffin that was about to be unveiled in front of him, his face showed despair.

But there is no way out.

Gao Lin heard a faint sigh.

It made him get out of the panic that he could not help but be infected by when he came here.

The Gao Family Book in my hand has never been as heavy as it is now.

Gao Lin looked at the few remaining pages of the book in his hand, and seemed to think of something, accompanied by the sound of a pack of wolves howling in the distance, and the sound of the black coffin in front of him completely cracking open.

He turned the book in his hand to the last page very quickly.

This is a calligraphy gift given by the emperor to praise the Gao family in Liaodong for their contribution to guarding the Northeast.

The calligraphy is short, only four lines.

“After singing the song of Yinshan’s imperial edict, the hero sheds tears all the time.

He holds the Tianhu of the Wei and Wu dynasties in life, and in death he is awarded the title of Tiao Hou to kill the bandit Ge.

The spread of Huayi rumors in the six towns was revealed, and wind and rain in Kowloon gathered in the Zhanghe River.

Only now there is still a clear flowing moon, which once illuminated the high king's thousands of horses passing by. "

Naturally, this is another strong evidence that Zhu Houcong transformed into the copyist of the Ming Dynasty and began to copy the works of later generations.

As Gao Lin thought about the text in front of him.

The thing sitting up from the black coffin seemed to feel some kind of threat and did not immediately rush towards the person in front of it.

Instead, he looked up at the sun in the sky that had been eaten away at most of its body and was gradually dying and dimming.

It seems that in this world, there really is a sun that is exactly the same as the real world, and there are some terrible things hiding in it at this time.

The sighing in Gao Lin's ears became clearer and clearer.

Like the thing sitting up in the black coffin, he subconsciously looked at the blazing sun whose aura was somewhat different at the moment.

Gao Lin felt something, he stretched out his hand, and a ray of light fell from the sky, piercing the dark clouds in the sky.

And fell to Gao Lin's side.

The soft beam of light scattered on his body and enveloped his whole body.

Knock back all the dark and rotten air around Gaolin.

At this time, Gao Lin looked around and saw what terrible monsters were lingering around him in the long dark night.

The warriors of the Six Towns, who were originally wearing iron armor, were covered with bones under their broken armor, and the iron spears in their hands were rusty and rotten.

A war horse with only one leg wandered over this land, and behind it, the skeleton herdsmen drove the sheepskin sheep, wailing and walking.

The ground beneath his feet was dark red, and weeds grew wildly, like horrible scars that were rotting on a huge piece of flesh.

(End of this chapter)