Another Life: Elf Archer

"How could she ring a clock like this?"

Song Qing listened with interest and asked questions cooperatively.

Zheng Qi made a bow gesture, and Song Qing understood clearly.

"The two of them stood at the door of the temple, shooting arrows inward and ringing the golden bell every year. Only then did they discover that the spatial structure of the temple also has the function of amplifying the sound, so the bell can be heard across the entire lake and sent to the whole country. In the ears of the city people.”

"They are not deaf, right?" Song Qing was especially worried that something would happen to this convenient Shunfeng ear every year.

"Probably not, they didn't mention it," Zheng Qi said.

Qi Youfeng was also worried about this problem at the time. When every year suggested that he go offline directly, he not only strongly opposed it, but also hoped that every year would use other methods to summon the Hu God, such as directly demolishing the temple.

"Brother Feng, there are only two of us, how long will it take to dismantle this?"

"It's better than your self-destructive summons."

"Who's hurting himself? Brother Feng, what do you think this is?"

Nian Nian opened his palms, and a pair of small beige dumplings rolled in his palms.

Qi Youfeng first twirled it with his fingers and looked at it doubtfully, then suddenly realized and took out such a pair of small dumplings from his sleeves.

"Hey, you received it too"

Nian Nian put the small dumplings into his ears and shook them from side to side to ensure that the earplugs would not fall off on their own.

"Well, I thought you might need this at some point, so I went to get a spare pair."

Qi Youfeng's words still ring clear every year, but the sound of the wind and grass three meters away is as loud as mosquitoes and flies.

This pair of beige little dumplings is a pair of earplugs that everyone in Chang'an City has. They are called sound step adjusters every year. They are produced by Mingtang and distributed free of charge.

Now that it's nighttime, these earplugs are even better.

Every year, he drew his short bow and condensed a magic arrow at will. The light of the arrow flew across the thousand-meter long corridor and hit the golden bell deep in the temple.

The bell sounded like a muffled sound under water. Nian Nian looked at Qi Youfeng, who nodded, and Nian Nian began to ring the bell with a clang, and from time to time he would also beat out a rhythm.Anyway, she will either break the clock today, or God Hu will show up in person to stop it. She must shake off a layer of skin from this guy who claims to be omnipotent and omniscient.

"I even knocked on it in the middle of the night, and Nian Nian was quite cooperative."

Song Qing was actually a little scared.

Last night in the palace, he had a sudden thought and decisively killed Hassan VI who had just knelt down.

With his right hand tightly covering the mouth of Hassan VI, Song Qing suddenly heard the sound of drums. He looked around, but could not find the source of the sound.

Song Qing lowered his head.It turned out to be the sound of my own heartbeat.

As if suddenly enlightened, Song Qing let go of his right hand, sat down on the ground, and stared blankly at the ministers and guards kneeling on the ground not far away from him.

In playing games for so long, he has presided over tortures and supervised executions, but this is the first time he has killed someone himself.

No, who are you killing? This is an NPC in a game, not a human being.

The flashing red exclamation point in the lower left corner of his vision brought Song Qing back to consciousness.This is a system warning, reminding him that his heart rate and blood pressure are approaching warning values.Once the warning value is reached, he will be forced offline immediately.

Cannot go offline.Song Qing immediately regained her senses, took a deep breath, and forced herself to focus on other places.

For example, on the corpse next to me.

With the continuous ringing of bells echoing in her ears, Song Qing clenched her fists to stop her hands from shaking.He placed the body of Hassan VI in a kneeling position and frowned at the bloody hole on the back of the body.

The hand crossbow was small but had a powerful impact. The entire crossbow arrow penetrated the flesh and blood, pierced the heart, and now seemed to be stuck between two ribs.The arrowheads of crossbows are highly poisonous and will kill you if you touch them.After all, there are not many occasions when Song Qing can use this thing. Once needed, it will definitely be a critical moment, and he must ensure that the lethality of this hand crossbow is strong enough.

We must find a way to dig out this crossbow arrow, otherwise it will definitely arouse suspicion.But how do you know if it will spurt blood when you dig it out?

Lord Songqing, who had never done anything like this before, rolled up his sleeves and looked at the bloody hole, not knowing where to start.

He pulled open the hole in his clothes, pulled it gently, and exposed a bit of the arrow tail. He pressed his finger near the wound, and blood immediately flowed out.

Song Qing gritted his teeth and put down the sleeves he had just rolled up. With his right hand padded with cloth, he was going to pick out the arrow tail from the wound. His left hand was also ready to cover the wound with his sleeve at any time.

"clang"

The bell rings.

A plain handkerchief was handed to him.

Song Qing almost jumped up from the ground.

Looking at the little princess who appeared behind him at some point, Song Qing's heart skipped a beat, as if she had just been fished out of ice water.System warnings appeared in his field of vision again.

The little princess was wearing a floor-length red robe, holding a handkerchief in her right hand and a large incense burner in her left hand.The pottery incense burner has two ears on the outside, and on the brown-red outer wall is a picture-like text, which means "Hu God".

Only then did Song Qing smell a refreshing aroma, which was similar to the smell in the inner room just now, but a little stronger.

The little princess smiled sweetly at Song Qing, put the handkerchief into his hand, gently placed the incense burner at her feet, knelt next to the body of Hassan VI, and put her hand into his arms.The skinny little girl got under the body, her blood-red robe rubbing against the royal robe on Hassan VI, making it even brighter.

Song Qing looked at her in confusion.This little girl is definitely not a simple NPC, her psychological quality is much stronger than him.

Song Qing, who suddenly felt the loss of face, calmed down. The little princess had already taken out a delicate short knife from the waist of the corpse.The dagger inlaid with precious stones seemed a bit heavy. The little princess stood on tiptoes and raised the dagger with both hands. Her round olive eyes were full of innocence and innocence that did not understand the world.She looked at Song Qing without blinking and smiled happily.

The bell rang again.

Recalling that smile again, Song Qing still couldn't help but shudder, and Zheng Qi and Wu Jian were confused for a while.

"You have a cold and your body is delicate and delicate." Zheng Qi raised his eyebrows.

"No, no." Song Qing waved his hand.He was embarrassed to say that he was scared by a ten-year-old girl.

"After the spies who came into the palace last night came to report, we communicated with Niannian and hoped that she would let the bell ring for a little longer." Wu Jian automatically ignored the first two useless nonsense and continued Song Qing's previous question. .

"I didn't expect it would be midnight when it rang. It's thanks to her that it gave us more time to arrange it." Zheng Qi shrugged.

"You guys?" Song Qing lowered his head and thought, "After you sent a message to Niannian, hoping to let her ring the bell for a while, did she reply?"

"No." Zheng Qi and Wu Jian shook their heads together.

"She can ring the bell, she must have her own purpose. Even if you don't send a message, if her purpose is not achieved, the bell will not stop." Song Qing said thoughtfully.

"On the other hand, since the bell has stopped ringing, it means the purpose has been achieved." Zheng Qi answered.

"Maybe it was blocked." Wu Jian added.

The three of them looked up and looked out the window.That is the east where the temple is located.

"Did you contact her again after the bells stopped ringing?"

"Have."

"Is there any reply?"

"No."

Gray streets paved with feldspar, high white walls, red roofs, no doors but windows, well-proportioned, neat and solemn.This is an area located between the outer city and the royal city, named Valli, which means "saint".

There is a tall building in the middle of the Valley District, with a small door on the front and no windows.The roof of the quadrangular pyramid has hollow patterns with complicated craftsmanship to ensure ventilation and a certain amount of light.The sunlight is cut by patterns, projecting dazzling flowers on the wall, moving on the four walls as the sunlight climbs and falls.

This is the tallest building in the city.

There is an area in a high-rise building that is not exposed to sunlight at any time.Here sits an old man with white beard and hair sitting cross-legged, with sunken cheeks and skinny bones. His rough bark-like skin is stretched tightly on the bones. His eyes are closed and his chest rises and falls slightly.

"Dear Prophet, King Hassan VI passed away mysteriously last night. Please ask the Prophet to accept God and clarify the doubts of my subjects in Khawarizh, and also give me a list of candidates for the new king."

The prophet opened his eyes and looked quietly at the sunlight projection on the wall.He has lived here since he was five years old. He rarely sees outsiders, and no one talks to him. Only some children are sent in every year during the Apocalypse Festival, and he is asked to screen whether these children will become the next prophet. potential.

Children with potential will be sent to another high-rise building.If he can successfully receive God on the next Apocalypse Festival and remain sane, he will always live in a high-rise building and accept offerings from the whole city.

There is no time in the building, but after staying here for more than 60 years, the prophet can tell the time by the change in the length of the sunlight projection during the day.He couldn't identify the specific day. The only day he could use as a reference was the Apocalypse Festival.Today is more than 80 days away from the Apocalypse Festival.

The people outside the building asked loudly for instructions again, and the prophet responded dumbly.A boy of about six years old immediately crawled out of the secret door on the wall. He knelt and crawled beside him, wiping his forehead on the ground and not daring to raise his head.

A prophet is a person who can accept the words of God Hu and needs to keep himself pure and unsullied throughout his life.A little boy brings some simple water and food every day.The water is the sweetest well water in the city, and the food is the first batch of new bread baked every year in every house in the city, the first handful of angustifolia harvested, or the first newly slaughtered sheep.

The prophet raised his head and looked at the shining golden words on the top of the building, which was "Hu Shen".

There are no pictures or statues of God Hu.The appearance of Hu God drawn by a mortal will definitely resemble a certain person, which is determined by the limited cognition of mortals.In order to avoid going astray into idolatry, the Khawari philosophers would only use some specific symbols or syllables to express the existence of Hu God, but would not worship these symbols and syllables.

Sensing Hu Shen's presence, the prophet's body began to tremble violently, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his cloudy pupils were full of confusion and pleasure.He got up from the ground, walked around dancing and dancing for a while, and stood upright on the spot, shouting incomprehensible words, with his voice rising and falling, happy and sad.

The boy kneeling on the ground climbed to the wall in panic, feeling the sunlight shining on the wall.

This is receiving God.

Every year on the Feast of the Apocalypse, people would gather near the prophet's tower, hold a grand banquet, and sing and dance.The dance is dedicated to God Hu, and the song is a song in praise of God Hu. Along with the constant chanting, this year's national carnival begins.Every year, some people will be favored by God Hu, fall into a state of being inspired by God during the festival, and accept the words of God Hu.It’s just that ordinary people can’t understand the existence of Hu God. Every time after receiving the gods, these lucky people will lose their minds, or become dementia, or crazy. They will be sent to high buildings as the relics of Hu God and become worshipers of Hu God. The monks were also worshiped by common people or wealthy businessmen.

The special thing about the prophet is that he can actively enter the state of ecstasy and remain awake after the ecstasy ends.

The boy listened quietly to the prophet's words, and the people outside the building quietly listened to the prophet's words. These were the revelations the prophet received from God Hu.

The boy inside the building and the ministers waiting outside the building wrote down Hu Shen's revelation together.There are names hidden in these pieces of information, and then they will find out the owners of these names from all the Hawari philosophers, and let them go to the other side of Lake Murit as candidates for the new king for the final divine selection.

Lake Murit is located in the east, and the final divine selection will be held in the temple on the shore.

At this moment, the place where the temple used to be was empty.

Also disappearing with the temple were Niannian and Qi Youfeng.