Wicked documents

A space built entirely in soil, regardless of its size, is an amazing project.

The entrance is the structure of the study room, and further inside are rows of bookshelves, or it is more accurate to call it a shelf.If these shelves are used to store those secret files, it is indeed unlikely that the ancient parts will use paper as a carrier.The props that Bai Xinyue used to compete for the leadership of the Demon Council, the secret box that recorded the founder of the Demon Council, should have come from here.

Huo Lian just lit an oil lamp at the door when he came in. This thing has a long history, and the lighting range is quite limited, and what he can really see clearly is only limited to the "study room".Huolian didn't intend to make it too bright, and to be honest, he wasn't very interested in the densely packed shelves and the things on the shelves. The space extending inward in the darkness immediately formed a dark library that was most suitable for ghosts to haunt.

If there are horror story lovers present, they should be screaming with excitement. There should be no place in the world more suitable for courage training than this place.

It's a pity that there is only one ignorant Firebird here in reality. Things like the library should be the last thing he likes. There are too many shelves, so that Huo Lian doesn't know where to start first, so at the door After standing there for almost 5 minutes, still no action was taken.

If the relationship between him and Bai Xinyue is still the same as before, Huo Lian should have turned back without hesitation, and went to pull the glasses as a helper.For his lazy behavior, he doesn't feel ashamed either, he does something and doesn't do it, is the old saying very clear?Looking up information, which requires extreme patience and meticulous work, is not his kind of dish no matter how you look at it.

But what should I do now?Just imagining something like eating books by oneself is enough to discourage Huo Lian.

After wandering around in the enemy's headquarters for a long time, and walking up a long flight of stairs, even so, I was still in full swing. At this moment, just because I imagined the next work, I felt tired all of a sudden.With his head drooping, Huo Lian reluctantly walked to the desk and sat down almost step by step.

Huh?There's something under your feet.Because he was unprepared, Huo Lian knocked his foot on it, and Hao Xuan almost broke his toe.

He bent down and lifted the box onto the table. Judging from the weight in hand, not only was the material of the box itself thick and strong, but it should also be full inside.

Could it be that guy Weixi not only ordered him to come to the secret archives to take a look, but also prepared everything to be looked at in advance?If so, this is so sweet!

But the more thorough the preparation, the more puzzling it is. Since Weixi has this leisure, why didn't she tell Huo Lian the matter in person?Speaking of which, before the battle of Linghuang Mountain, for various preparations, the two of them also lived on Paradise Island for a long time, and they should make everything clear when they take some free time.

If it were someone else, he would definitely be full of doubts about this box, but Huo Lian would not.Not to mention anything else, just because Weixi sacrificed herself to the imperial mausoleum and was willing to do what Xiran did to suppress the tomb beast is already worthy of great admiration.Maybe she didn't come from the sincerity of the subject, let alone some righteous deed that will shine through the ages, but a piece of sincerity cannot be faked after all.

The box was not locked, and Huo Lian pressed the buckles on both sides with two thumbs.

"Puff!" Two sharp needles popped out.Huo Lian is not at all surprised that there is a "blood collection device" in this kind of place.And compared to his heroic action of cutting his wrist, Weixi's method is really detailed and gentle.

The cover popped open immediately, and among the pile of sundries, the one on top was a painting scroll.

In the process of spreading it on the table, Huo Lian had already guessed the content of the painting.

Sure enough, it was indeed the scene of the High Priest Hao Yu being tortured.

Lou Che once said that because Hao Yan was recognized as a sinner by the whole family, the scene of her being tortured can be seen in many places.If the screen I saw at the beginning was an imitation, then the real one should be the one in front of me, right?

Of course, Huo Lian did not forget the shock when he saw the screen in the wooden house in the snowy mountain that day, but now that he has seen the real thing, he can only comment objectively - Lou Che's paintings are really not very good.The gap is not in technology, but in...emotion.

Even though the violent wind and rain on the screen, the torture added to the body already has quite an eye-catching impact, but that's only because the scene itself is horrifying enough.For Hao Yan in the picture, Lou Che didn't have any feelings at all.Even though he was full of hatred for the priestess who led to the demise of the age of monsters, but to put it bluntly, it was more like a formal thing. After all, there was a difference of thousands of years. Since he had never seen it, how could he remember it deeply? hate?

So, is the ice-cold hatred depicted on this genuine painting scroll?

Not so.

Although Huo Lian thinks he is not good at trying to figure out the emotions of others—in fact, he doesn't necessarily know how to perceive what is related to him, and sometimes the degree of insensitivity is outrageous.However, the moment he saw the picture, he clearly felt a pain as thick as a mist.

It is definitely not hatred. No matter who draws the great sinner Hao Yan, his feelings for her are absolutely not related to hatred. The brush strokes have changed, and it seems that even the fragments of cloth hanging on her body have changed. The high priest bound to the rock by iron chains is unbelievably miserable.

If the author of this painting really regarded the High Priest as a sinner, Hao Yan in the painting would either have a ferocious face, or the numb smile depicted by Lou Che, in any case, he would not have shown such a beautiful face.

This is exactly the first thing Wei Xi hopes he will see in person, and to be honest, Huo Lian can only sigh, but not surprised.Regarding the crime of extermination of the high priest, even though people around him kept instilling this concept in him, he has always had doubts. To put it simply, he should be half-believing.

After re-rolling the scroll, Huo Lian took out the second thing—a bundle of letterheads tied with fine hemp rope, or it might be someone's notebook for memoirs.

The paper used as a letter was cut into the size of two palms side by side. Although the layout is not large, the thickness still shows that the quantity is considerable.Compared with the shadowy racks at the back, the contents of these selected manuscripts are really not too much, but Huo Lian still doesn't have the patience to read each one carefully, and the first few are almost just flipped through.

In fact, even if these letters were really wandering outside, it didn't seem to matter too much. The ancient characters used in the descriptions were unique to monsters, and few of them could recognize them.However, Huo Lian seemed to be effortless, and the familiarity with such complicated characters had already been engraved in his bones and blood, and he never forgot to mention it.

The words "sacrifice" frequently appeared on the manuscripts that had been flipped through hastily, and combined with the scrolls that he had just seen, it was not difficult for Huo Lian to deduce who left these records.

Apart from reading a few boring overviews, Huo Lian really didn't have any impressions, not because he was a bystander, so it was difficult for him to empathize with the sacrifices thousands of years ago, but because the high priest who wrote these Hao Yan was completely on the sidelines of a bystander. Even though she personally presided over these sacrifices, she was completely objective when leaving records.

Huo Lian didn't know whether the high priest should have a compassionate heart, but judging from the words left by Hao Yan, she may have become plain because she sat in this position all the year round, not because of a hard heart, but Helpless numbness.

Even though the stack of things in his hand seems to be uninteresting, Huo Lian can't ignore it, because he is not sure which sheet the things Weixi confessed are recorded on, so he can only patiently flip through them one by one.

Suddenly, Huo Lian's movements of flipping through the pages slowed down.

There are too many reasons that affect his reading speed - the handwriting that gradually becomes scribbled on the paper, the personal emotions that slowly soak in between the lines, and the word "I" that appeared unexpectedly.

"I don't know if it's right to do this. According to what Xi Ran said about the development contract, this kind of thing has never existed since ancient times. Even if monsters use similar power to domesticate animals, the contract with humans has never been heard before. Say. I don't know if I'll be able to make it, even though Aquarians are naturally good at it."

"Xi Ran firmly believes that he is not wrong, and everything I do is for race. But what if he is wrong? If he is wrong, the two of us will become the real sinners."

"The development of the contract has progressed. Not only has it been confirmed that monsters and humans can indeed use contracts to maintain each other, but it seems that depending on the signing method, the final contract will be different. Why is this so? In the control of animals There has never been anything like it before.”

"After sorting it out, I temporarily divided the types of contracts between monsters and humans into five types. There is not enough time. If you give me a little more time, I should be able to make a more detailed distinction. However, Xi Ran thinks that it has reached this level. It’s fine, and he learned one of them from me, how could he pick this one to learn, it’s the most unstable, Xi Ran’s approach makes me extremely disturbed.”

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Because of the change in the way of narration, the content will inevitably become messy, but it can still be understood anyway.These descriptions should be the process of Haoyan developing the contract. Five of the nine types of contracts today are created by the high priest himself. Emperor Xiran? !

Huo Lian's heart twitched, but it wasn't pain, it was an indescribably uncomfortable feeling.

The next piece of paper hadn't been cut. After unfolding it, it almost covered the entire table. Huo Lian had to lie on it to see the whole picture clearly.After shaking his eyes twice, Huo Lian was dumbfounded... he could hardly understand.

Even though the main text used to record remains unchanged, the writer deliberately concealed some extremely critical words, some places were replaced with difficult symbols, and some places were simply left blank.On this large piece of paper, the typesetting is also unprecedentedly chaotic, sometimes from left to right, sometimes from bottom to top, the writer seems to be writing according to his whim, scribbling whatever he thinks of, without any rules at all.

Not to mention figuring out what these ghostly drawn symbols actually wrote, Huo Lian wasn't even sure if his reading order was correct.

However, this thing is very important, from the moment his eyes just glanced up, Huo Lian has already confirmed this point.If I didn't guess wrong, this thing seems to record the secrets related to those five contracts.

If there is this thing, it is not impossible to decipher the impact of the contract on monsters.Lou Che used to hope that the contract would be invalidated, but unfortunately, the last operation failed because of Ludia's disappearance. Who would have thought that there would be a possibility hidden deep underground in the headquarters of the Demon Committee.

Finally, I understand why Weixi refuses to speak directly in person, and insists on letting him see these things in person, even if he has a good tongue, I'm afraid he still can't describe the contents clearly.Moreover, as Weixi said, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe those hearsay - the contract that made monsters subject to humans was developed by Xi Ran, how could there be such absurd things?

The more he thought about the truth, the more he felt a headache, and the more he looked at the paper on the table, the more his eyes became dizzy. Huo Lian simply stopped embarrassing himself and folded it up and put it in his pocket.

Huo Lian didn't have the slightest psychological pressure on such a behavior of stealing the sheep. After all, he came here under Weixi's guidance. Take away, so I can only choose some important ones.

The following part of the handbook gradually became tragic. The battle of annihilation that led to the near extinction of the monsters finally ignited the flames of war. , the screams of dying, the cries of defeat... All kinds of heart-piercing sounds are still heard.If Hao Yan, who presided over the sacrifice, had always been dignified and dignified as a high priest, then now, her heart is finally sinking and falling into eternal pain.

The handwriting left on the paper becomes weaker and weaker. The writer has reached this point, and he doesn't even know what kind of strokes to use to express the pain in his heart. In the end, he can only leave ink dots in vain.

After thousands of years, when these strokes fell into Huo Lian's eyes, he sighed with empathy.

The bundle of letters was turned to the last part, and there was a gap for a long time—in fact, Haoyan’s records were quite regular. Even at the stage of her contract development, although the content was messy, it still followed a certain time rule.Now that there is a long blank, there should be only one explanation for the past. At this time, Hao Yan was finally convicted and imprisoned on an isolated island in the sea to suffer torture.

Then what?There should be no more.

Whether it is on the scroll or the screen, no life can survive such torture. Even the monsters of the superiors, the uninterrupted torrential rain can still drain their powerful vitality little by little.

Since the writers are gone, the remaining manuscripts must also be blank.With a bit of regret, Huo Lian carefully and solemnly packed up the papers scattered all over the table due to flipping through.

A letter fell down at this moment.