I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Although all the buildings here are exquisite and detailed, Song Guicheng was still shocked by the grandeur and magnificence of the ancestral hall before him.

Large areas of intricate reliefs shimmer on the tall vermilion doors, and the lintels are surrounded by carvings of flying birds in silver and black. All kinds of nameless auspicious beasts and symbols roam in the majestic legend of the Eternal God.

Song Guicheng could even see a faint flash of white light from it. He lightly twisted his fingertips, suppressed his thoughts, and stepped in.

An extremely tall statue suddenly came into view. The god was wearing a black robe, with no crown on his head, his eyes half-closed, and his fingertips drooping. He sat upright on the altar, looking cold and majestic, as if everything was within his sight, yet not within it.

Song Guicheng held his breath and stared at the statue quietly.

The facial features of the statue had nothing in common with Wu Zhi, but Song Guicheng clearly felt an urgent call that was pouring down like a tidal wave, surging in his blood and almost breaking through his body.

He unconsciously took two steps forward slowly, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand, and touched the god's cold fingertips.

Air suddenly surged around him, gently blowing on Song Guicheng's exposed skin, wrapping him up inch by inch. But it didn't move anything, hair, prayer flags, door curtains, nothing moved, as if it was just Song Guicheng's illusion.

But he knew it wasn't, he heard it, a sigh.

It came from ancient times, from the beginning and end of life, echoing from top to bottom, layer by layer, slowly descending, lingering in Song Guicheng's ears, beating his heart again and again.

The sigh was solemn and deep, majestic and dignified, and he for no reason heard a hint of helplessness and pity.

"Are you blaming me? Blame me for not listening to you, blame me for having to come to you." Song Guicheng endured the hardness in his throat and forced a smile.

"I'm just too scared." He choked, and the sourness in his heart surged into his throat, blocking all the words he wanted to say.

He straightened his body and stretched out his arms, trying to get closer, closer. But the statue was too high, and even if Song Guicheng used all his strength, he could only touch it with his fingers.

"You told me to come out alive, but you didn't. You made me watch you being swallowed by the darkness bit by bit. I held your hand, but you pushed me away. You only told me to let me live, but you didn't let me stay with you."

Song Guicheng tried his best to maintain a calm tone, but the tail end of his voice still couldn't stop trembling.

He was a little flustered. He didn't know if the god was angry with him, he didn't know what to say to make the god not angry, he didn't know if the god would fall into a complete sleep because of his anger, and he didn't know what to say to make the god have the desire to wake up.

"My fingers were torn open by the wind, and I bled a lot, but after I came out, there were no more wounds. The only evidence I had of you was gone. The pocket watch was gone, the bracelet was gone, everything was gone, not even a scar..."

As he spoke, Song Guicheng became incoherent and his body kept shaking, as if his flesh could not bear the pain inflicted by his soul and was on the verge of collapse.

"You left me nothing. What should I do when I miss you?" Song Guicheng couldn't help but burst into tears. The silent time strangled his cries. Tears were like blood drawn with difficulty from his heart. Every drop was extremely painful.

"When I miss you, can I just cut myself open and look at my beating heart?"

He asked painfully. The anxiety, panic and longing that had tortured him for so many days finally turned into this painful question.

The statue is silent; only the wind moves.

This question drained all of Song Guicheng's strength. He slid down the rugged statue and prostrated himself at his feet:

"Why did you abandon me? Why didn't you take me away? Whether I live or die, I just want to be by your side. I just want to be by your side..."

He shed all his hard outer shells, returning to his most primitive and softest state, clinging to God.

Why does he lose everything he holds on to, betray everything he trusts, and ultimately vanish into thin air?

But fate is silent and never answers.

Song Guicheng felt a chill on his face. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw the embodiment of light between the breeze and the floating dust, gently kissing his tears.

Time stopped, space was silent, and in that moment of stagnation, he hugged and kissed.

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"Brother Song! Brother Song! Are you okay, Brother Song?" Jing He grabbed Song Guicheng's shoulders and shook them wildly.

As soon as the two of them came in, he saw Song Guicheng walking towards the statue as if he was possessed by an evil spirit and reaching out to touch it.

Before Jing He could stop him, Song Guicheng had already touched him. Then he was like being nailed down, unable to move at all. There was silence at first, and then his body began to tremble wildly and tears began to flow from his eyes.

If he came out of his mouth with more foam, he would suspect that Song Guicheng was going to be killed by the statue.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly shook him and pinched his Ren Zhong acupoint, but he still didn't wake up. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Dad! Dad! Help, Dad!"

When Song Guicheng slowly woke up, he just happened to hear the last heart-wrenching "Dad".

He was still confused, with only one thought in his mind: Wasn't he just the eldest brother just now? How come he has become a father now?

After Jing He shouted, he lowered his head and met Song Guicheng's open eyes. The light brown eyes turned pure black for a moment. He was startled and took a few steps back.

Song Guicheng held onto the statue next to him and rubbed his forehead: "What happened?"

Jing He shook his head like a rattle, pointed at Song Guicheng's hand that touched the statue, and said cautiously: "You may be in trouble."

Song Guicheng followed his gaze and slowly retracted his hand. When he looked up at the statue again, he no longer had the same feeling as before.

"What are you shouting about, you little bastard? You're making a lot of noise all day long." A rough roar came from behind.

Song Guicheng turned around and saw a man who looked about 70% similar to Jing He coming out, but the man looked to be in his 30s, but he should actually be older. He was wearing a black Tang suit, a top and pants, and looked like a martial arts master in a martial arts gym.

This man should be Jing He's father, and the clan leader.

Jing He scratched his head and whispered, "It's okay." He was as cowardly as a dog.

Song Guicheng found it funny, but also felt it was inappropriate to laugh.

"Chief." Song Guicheng greeted politely.

Chief Jing looked at him, his gaze stayed on him for two or three seconds, frowned slightly, then looked at the statue behind him, knelt down respectfully before answering: "Mr. Song."

Jing He moved closer to Song Guicheng: "Dad, Brother Song just touched the statue, is he okay?"

Upon hearing this, Chief Jing rolled his eyes at him and sneered, "What could possibly happen? When you were a kid, you even secretly climbed up to dig out the eyeballs of the Ōni Daiyana. Did anything happen?"

Jing He got closer to Song Guicheng: "But..."

Chief Jing waved his hands and said impatiently, "I know, go and send your child to school."

Jing He was obviously in awe of his father, but he still remembered the task assigned to him by the High Priest, and reminded him quietly: "The High Priest asked you to show him the ancient book..."

Before he could finish his words, his father glared at him again and Jing He quickly left to do his work.

Song Guicheng looked at his fleeing back and felt that his muscular body was full of the words "weakness and helplessness".

He thought that Cangmu's information was a bit inaccurate, and it seemed that it would not have much effect whether Jinghe accompanied him or not, and he was sneered away before he could do anything.

"Chief, I came here this time to..." Before Song Guicheng could finish his words, Chief Jing signaled him to stop talking nonsense and follow him.

The two of them came to a study room at the back of the ancestral hall. The room was very large and filled with books, even on the floor. There was no place to stand when they entered.

Song Guicheng watched as Chief Jing accurately picked out the oldest book from a pile of books and threw it in front of him: "This is it, take it and read it slowly."

The book had no title, the paper was rough, and the revisions were sloppily written, as if it was just several sheets of paper stapled together. The pages were yellowed and the edges were curled, and it was obvious that it had been read many times.

"Just let me... take it away?" Song Guicheng was a little bit unbelieving.

Chief Jing folded his hands: "Why, you don't want it?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Guicheng hurriedly held the book in his arms.

He flipped through it and found that there were not many words on the book, only pictures. The pictures were simple and looked like pictograms, and it was obvious that it was very old.

Song Guicheng only took a quick look and knew that the book was about the story of this nation, but he needed to read more details slowly.

He turned to the last page and his fingers suddenly froze. He stared at the content of the picture in disbelief. The thing drawn on it looked very familiar. It was the altar on the paper in his pocket.