Mystic Dominator

Boom—

A thunderous roar resounded through the rainy night.

Yang Siming, who was sleeping in front of the desk, also woke up.

Raising his head and looking around, the confusion gradually faded from the corner of his eyes, and a mixed smile appeared on the young face.

"..."

"Today, I got off work quite early."

Before he lost consciousness, he was still recording images of precious clay tablets in the underground ruins north of Hashemiya.

However, because of a sudden earthquake, the collapsed ground and earth and rocks have completely buried itself.

In theory, he is already dead, even if God bless him.

She should also lie in the hospital ward and slowly wake up.

What kind of development is sleeping on your stomach on this desk?

"Death hallucinations? Shock delirium?"

"Third contact?"

"Or... transcendence?"

All kinds of conjectures popped out of my mind one after another.

As a young man living in the 21st century, his ability to accept things is still very strong.

Moving his body, which seemed to be fine, Yang Siming slowly got up from the chair and looked around more carefully.

Moderately sized rooms are old but not messy.

A row of taller-than-human standing wardrobes and full-length mirrors.

A framed painting of a white man.

A brown-black grandfather clock, so old that its paint peeled off, stood at the edge of the room.

Patched fabric sofa.

finally-

His eyes were firmly locked on the candle on the desk in front of him, to be precise, its candlelight root.

In front of the window, the uneven dim candlelight pushed the night away with difficulty.

And the burnt wick on the edge of the flame also made the already difficult light even more difficult.

—This is a very rough candle.

Rough enough to make the man in front of the candle realize that he really passed through.

Unlike those mass-produced items made in modern factories, the candles in front of him were turbid in color and rough in shape, dimly lit and had unusually conspicuous black smoke, and the air could even smell the peculiar smell of burning animal fat.

The most important point.

—It is the wick of this candle!

As he saw at a glance.

Under the yellow flame core, there is a burnt, but not completely burnt black cotton thread.

It is not an improved version of three threads twisted together!

This is common sense knowledge.

In the history of human beings belonging to the earth—

As early as the early 19th century, a Frenchman with a tongue-in-cheek name, Champagne, discovered the problem of unclean burning of a single candle wick, so he improved it into a three-wire twisted version; almost at the same time, there were also French chemists. Michele ditched animal fats and made candles with chemicals.

Since then, the candles in the world, or the earth, have gradually abandoned the old and backward old structures.

Perhaps some remote areas still use this backward product.

But in normal convenience stores, this kind of goods is absolutely impossible to buy.

This candle must be made by hanging cotton threads on wooden sticks and using the ancient method of mechanical operation to continuously impregnate animal fats. It is almost completely extinct in the 21st century!

"..."

"I'm also catching up with the trend of crossing?"

After a few breaths of silence, Yang Siming simply pulled the candle along with the candle holder and took a closer look.

- It's the real thing.

Leaning back on the chair, his eyes immediately shifted to the open notebook in front of him.

Except for the indecipherable text from another world on the left side of the page, more things were submerged in ink stains.

"Ink stains..."

When he just woke up, this note was pressed by himself.

He stretched out his hands, and the pattern on his right palm was indeed stained with ink of the same color as the note ink stains. A large area of ​​ink even spread to the center of the palm, and near the edge of the palm, a white skin stood out from the ink.

The joints are hidden and the fingers are slender, no calluses are seen and the skin is white and tender.

——Completely different from the rough yellow palm of his own.

Turning to his side, Yang Siming sat obliquely on the chair and probed, reflecting his figure on the full-length mirror behind him.

The slightly messy blond hair hangs from the ear to the shoulders, and He Xi's facial features are as gentle as the early winter sun, yet angular, especially the pair of dark gray eyes like Athena's sculptures, even in a dim room, they can't hide their radiance.

Unable to bear, he complained:

"Girl killer, this is it!"

With such a handsome appearance, you can receive at least 20 WeChat messages in an hour by throwing it directly on the street.

This time-travel is definitely a top match...

With a young and handsome face, and a pair of hands that are not involved in production, he has a high probability of wearing it on a guy who can live without worrying about his status only.

so......

Now how to do?

After confirming the transmigration and confirming the new body, new problems follow.

The notes spread out in front of him were filled with words that he had never seen before.

In the same way, the language of this world should also be ignorant.

Referring to this appearance and the furnishings in the room, the background of the era can probably be locked before the outbreak of human social productivity.

If the civilizations and customs of this world can be connected with the earth like interior decoration, those customs full of local characteristics will be very exciting.

At that time, faced with his 'amnesia', in case of bloodletting therapy, priest exorcism, or even the most unfortunate BBQ wizard's barbecue set, UU reading www.uukanshu.com 80% would not be able to stand it.

Even if he wanted to defend himself, he couldn't handle it because he didn't understand the language.

With that in mind, the main goal of thinking was also shifted to the content of the note in front of him.

How good would it be if you could read the text above?

Is crossing over now so irresponsible?

There is no memory inheritance, no system assistance, and even language is not fluent, this difficulty of survival is too unfriendly to ordinary people!

Thinking about his difficult future, he handed his back to the chair. Yang Siming subconsciously pressed his finger on the text of the note, and followed his gaze slowly.

This is a habitual gesture when reading a book.

The finger pressing the text at the end of the line of sight can make people have a good sense of reading.

Even if you can't understand the true meaning of it.

wow-

The pages are turned.

Although he couldn't read the text, Yang Siming still began to read the text in front of him. In the current situation, even if he could only find some graffiti in his notes, it would be better than continuing to know nothing.

Continued reading, but the clues I got were not satisfactory.

Although the content of the notes can be seen to be an alphabetic script, it is completely different from any language he has ever known.

Arabic, Greek, Syriac, Cyrillic...

Except for super general characters like O, which can be seen everywhere, other bytes do not match.

Complete ignorance, complete desperation!

If you don't find something, then your ending is almost a certainty.

-die.

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