I woke up after 300 million years

when!when!when!

The bell tower rang the heavy bell again, and a mist swept over the city.

In the fog, those collapsed buildings miraculously recovered, the dead citizens came to life one after another, and the burning flames were extinguished out of thin air... The fog drifted away, the city returned to its original state, and the citizens said nothing about the carnival night. Mention, go to work, go to school, open a store, everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Yan Fan stood up, holding the stone pillar with his right hand, and looked at the city from the second floor of the abandoned factory.

Witnessing all this, he murmured, "It seems that this is a reset of time. Last night's disaster, the dead people, and the collapsed buildings will all be restored in the fog. People's memories have been tampered with, and people's memories have been tampered with on the streets." The monster’s body was ignored.”

"That's not entirely true." Su Xingyue's black hair reached her waist, and the girl's soft and delicate body exuded a pleasant fragrance. She ran her fingers through the hair on her flat chest and whispered, "Look, those police are handling Monster corpses, they may be the only people who retain their memories after reset."

"So, the police came to notify us last night?" Mo Qingwu asked while lying on the ground.

Facing the morning wind, Yan Fan's brown eyes were as calm as pool water, and he clenched his fists silently, "If Carnival Night happens every three years and becomes more dangerous every time, then it will be difficult for us to survive the next time. I plan to take the initiative and hunt. Kill the monsters after midnight every night, and use their flesh, bones, and souls to complete a kind of alchemy."

Hearing this, the ancient gods stared and said in unison:

"Philosopher's Stone!?"

Yan Fan, whose clothes were in tatters, turned around and looked at everyone, with a firm tone, "Yes, the Philosopher's Stone."

After pondering for three seconds, he explained, "There are too few 'spiritual' materials in this place. Only by sacrificing monsters and refining a low-quality Philosopher's Stone can we ensure that the 'Time Tampering' ritual continues to operate and promote us." Grow up to twenty-eight and end this unfair game.”

"Of course, the bodies of the monsters killed last night cannot be wasted."

"Us?" The Lord of Order leaned on a stone pillar and looked deeply at Yan Fan, "Do you think we will help you? Will we listen to your orders?"

Yan Fan, who was covered in blood, walked toward the other party step by step. He combed back the hair covering his eyes from his forehead with the fingers of his right hand. His aloof eyes and extraordinary momentum overwhelmed the entire audience.

He said indifferently, "Help me is to help yourselves. Susu and Fairy Tale are examples. I dare say that no one here knows how to control 'time' better than me... Actually, I don't need your help. Spend more time." With some time, you can still refine the Philosopher's Stone, but... if someone is eliminated in the first game, it will not only be embarrassing for you... They want us to fight among ourselves. , I hope we kill each other, I hope we die in the game, but I don’t live up to their wishes.”

Taking a deep breath, Yan Fan emphasized his tone, "Don't you understand yet?"

"The land of liberation is not our internal fight, but our game with them!"

"From the beginning, we have been led and led... It's time to fight back!"

Listening to your words is like listening to your words.

Everyone was thoughtful.

To be honest, it is so difficult to trust someone!

At this time, Fairy Tale stood up, pursed her lips, and said thoughtfully:

"I...how should I put it...Although Xiao Yanfan is usually very bad, insidious, and unreliable, at critical moments, he never loses control, even if our friendship is average, but this time This time, I believe him."

Are you praising me or hurting me... Yan Fan complained and complained.

The ancient gods didn't like to get entangled. After thinking about it, they nodded and agreed that they would help Yan Fan hunt monsters and refine the Philosopher's Stone.

The morning sun is dazzling, the wind is slightly cool.

......

Time flies, and the time flies by.

Three years later, the day before the carnival night.

Yan Fan and others gathered in the living room on the first floor of the villa. In the middle of the table was an irregular-shaped crystal. Under its ordinary appearance, it contained huge energy.

Urk poked the stone with his finger, "Three years of sacrifices should be enough, right?"

"Normally, we can't find extraordinary creatures. Otherwise...by hunting a batch of extraordinary creatures, we would have completed the refining of the Philosopher's Stone, and we wouldn't have to wait for another three years." Fairy Tale was lying on the couch. , muttered.

Su Xingyue nodded, then shook her head, "It's a pity that the monster corpses from three years ago were blown away by the mist, taking away all the 'spirituality' and becoming a pile of worthless flesh and blood."

"It is estimated that the Old One finally snooped on our plan and targeted us everywhere." The God of Order said.

Yan Fan picked up the dark red stone, which was ice cold.

"Susu, can you feel the 'spirituality' enough?" He handed over the Philosopher's Stone.

At this period, he had no extraordinary power, no racial talent, and could not be 100% sure of the amount of 'spirituality', including the twelve bottles of monster blood three years ago, which he asked Su Xingyue to confirm.

Su Xingyue is keen on "spiritual" items. After studying them for a long time, her brain quickly analyzed and came to the conclusion:

"Hua Hua and I are now seventeen years old, and you are six. The total time required to tamper with is 198 years. This inferior Philosopher's Stone can currently provide 200 years of time."

Urk stared, "Are you sure? If it's not enough, let's hunt monsters while there are still seven hours left before the carnival night. Don't let us grow up to be twenty-seven years and eleven months old when we suddenly don't have enough energy and have to be killed again." Forced into carnival night.”

"No time." Yan Fan shook his head, "Firstly, powerful monsters will not appear before midnight. If you hunt monsters disguised as humans, you will hardly collect 'spirituality'. Secondly, this time There are too many people, and there is a larger ceremony to be carved. I can’t complete it by myself, so you need to help.”

After a pause, Yan Fan added, "I believe Su Su will not make a mistake in judgment."

Su Xingyue smiled faintly and flipped her hair on her temples.

Without any time to waste, the group arrived at the master bedroom on the second floor, where the items had already been emptied.

Mo Qingwu didn't understand the characterization of the ritual, nor did she understand ancient characters and languages, so she could only act as a guard.

The nine people took the prepared materials and carved special patterns and characters on the wooden floor.

This process was long and boring. It took nine people together for five hours.

Yan Fan stood in the middle of the ceremony and checked it carefully three times to make sure there was nothing wrong, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out a pocket watch and clicked it open, "22:17 in the evening, plenty of time."

"Let's begin." Yan Fan put away his pocket watch and placed the Philosopher's Stone in the middle of the ceremony.

Next, the ten people each stood in a position.

Yan Fan chanted an obscure words in a low voice, and the Philosopher's Stone was inspired.

The originally indestructible stone turned into a pool of blood, covering every line and character in the ritual... There was more and more blood, accompanied by endless resentment.

Yan Fan pulled out the dagger, cut his index finger, frowned slightly, and a drop of blood fell.

"With my blood, wake up time."

In an instant, blood rolled and filled every corner of the master bedroom, washing everyone with surging power.

My vision was blurry and my breathing became difficult.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Fan heard a familiar yet unfamiliar call, very soft and warm.

"Yan Fan... Yan Fan... it's getting late... wake up... it's time to go home for dinner."