I'm flirting with God in the infinite game

Everyone's eyes were drawn to Lu Zhi's hand, and they saw that it was a very old book made of kraft paper. The four corners of the cover had some signs of curling due to too much reading, but the pages inside were neat and flat. Qi, has the appearance of being carefully preserved in the later period.

Before Sigmund could react too much, Lu Zhi caught a glimpse of another Trive, who looked much older than the others, whose frightened body suddenly trembled.

Seeing this, as if some kind of speculation had been confirmed, the corner of Lu Zhi's mouth ticked slightly, and he lowered his head to flip through the book he "accidentally" saw.

Because of the special quality of the paper, although it looks thick, there are actually not a few pages, and it is full of words. If you look carefully, you will find two completely different handwritings.

The top row is a personal handwriting, and the bottom is another one.

It's like a translation for some excerpts.

"Did you bring it with you when you went to rescue Qu Dao?" Bai Ren suddenly tilted his head and asked softly.

Lu Zhi's gaze also softened for a moment, and he nodded slightly: "I saw it during the day, sorry - I didn't tell you."

Bai Ren pursed his lower lip and shook his head slightly.

There was a flash of anxiety in my heart because I didn't grasp Lu Zhi's whereabouts, and then I swallowed it calmly.

Lu Zhi is not an ordinary person, he knows this very well.

After saying this, he began to watch Lu Zhi's 'performance' again as a bystander.

"When I saw this book, I felt that the text on it seemed very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before." Lu Zhi looked away from Bai Ren's face, turned around and unfolded the book, and showed it to the crowd—circle .

When the pages of the book passed by Qin Huo, he immediately remembered the source of the text on it, and with his ability to read and translate the language he recognized in the context in his mind, he looked up at Lu When weaving, there was a complex meaning in his eyes.

In the past two days, apart from sleeping and resting, he probably spent eighty to ninety percent of the time walking with this person.

I have seen him go crazy, make jokes, act vigorously and take the lead in causing trouble, and I have seen him occasionally tease that Mr. Bai, but I have never seen him seriously put his mind on the 'main task'.

I thought that Lu Zhi was just like this—a heartless, clever person, full of romance and trivialities in his head, and what he yelled was arrogance in the limelight. Unexpectedly, this person did it quietly when they were not paying attention. So many things.

Although he still retains the concept of 'this person is a rogue and a muddlehead', it is inevitable that he has some other ideas.

After the pages of the book swung around, a player with a bright mind suddenly patted his head and said loudly: "Isn't this the words on the stone tablet at the entrance of the town?"

Someone asked: "What stele? Where are the characters?"

The man replied: "When we first arrived here, there was an overturned stone tablet next to it. I saw Baishen looked there for a long time, but I didn't dare to go there to look at it. Later, when there were fewer people, I went to look again. But I don’t know which country that word is from, so I didn’t take it to heart, just now—I just remembered it again.”

Sigmund's face suddenly sank, and his voice seemed to be cold from the underworld: "Mr. Lu, we don't need outsiders like you to intervene in our family affairs. I think you still—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Zhi: "I don't want to care about whether your family is a religious or a sacrificial matter, but I can't help it. Now I have to take care of it."

He closed the pages of the book with a 'snap', turned around on his toes and faced the Wenta-clan, his eyes wandered around, and finally returned to Trive's face again, Lu Zhi smiled softly, with a respectful tone Easy: "Mr. Treiff, I entered your house for some unavoidable reason, and accidentally saw a painting and calligraphy in your living room. Did you write the inscription on it yourself?"

Trive looked at Lu Zhi cautiously, and instead of answering, asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Lu Zhi frowned very lightly, "I'll take it as your acquiescence. I noticed that the language of your inscription on the wall is exactly the same as the language on the stone tablet." He deliberately paused while speaking, "Sanskrit .”

"And there is a statue of Jehovah in your home, and a cross tombstone at the door. You must be the one who has faith."

Trive: "Is this guest questioning and interfering with other people's beliefs?"

"No, no." Lu Zhi's negating tone was very beating, but any violent religious believer was about to get started, Trive just stared at him coldly, and then heard the beating laziness say: "I just want to Say, your handwriting is very similar to the one in this book."

Lu Zhi turned the pages of the book again, walked slowly to Trive, pointed to one of the lines and said, "The following Germanic language was written by you, right? Although Sanskrit is written on the wall, people's habit of writing is not based on the language. And what changed, especially this letter, is simply a standard carved out of a mold."

"So what if I wrote it!" Trive admitted bluntly, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Don't worry." Lu Zhi blinked, "Let me make a bold guess. The two different languages ​​in this book are the meaning of comparative translation."

There was a flash of panic in Trive's eyes, and before he spoke, Sigmund's old voice on the other side said: "That's right, Mr. Luzhi."

He walked over slowly, trying to straighten his back, with a persistent pain on his face: "This stele was washed out of the ground after a heavy rain, and it almost appeared one after another with the 'wolf'. And the one on it The text was transcribed by me myself."

"In the beginning, the 'wolves' came every night. We watched the clansmen die one by one. We didn't have any idea. The only rainstorm that night washed out the stone tablet buried deep in the soil. I thought it was God's gift Our instructions." When Sigmund, a man who obviously did not believe in God, mentioned this word, there was a deep piety in his eyes.

"After washing the soil on the stele, I found that this is not a language that my family can understand, but I copied it by myself and put it at home." Sigmund took a deep breath, as if he had some strength Seeing this, Frieda immediately ran over to hold his arm that was not holding a cane.

Sigmund went on to say: "The people who ate the knotweed were more likely to be captured by 'wolves'. We only found out after three or four people died. At that time, because we didn't find out the uncertain weather here The environment, the crops-season-to-season harvests are poor, and the people of the clan are hungry and full, and they are not living well, let alone losing one person every day like this."

With wrinkled eyelids, he looked seriously at Leslie's people, and said with a long sigh, "So we turned our attention to the Wenta family of the same clan."

He probably said this in front of some people, so it can be regarded as frank, but the eyes of the Wenta people on the other side have already turned fierce and angry, and Lu Zhi was worried that if a fight broke out at this time, it would delay the matter When he was there, he saw Trive raising his hand to appease the clansmen who were about to make trouble.

"After sending the seeds twice, Wenta also began to notice that something was wrong, but he didn't really question us. It was probably destined by God. When I talked about it with Frida that day, I felt uneasy. Trive happened to come to my house and heard about this, and he got into a rage and had a fight with us, and the two families have completely severed their friendship since then."

"I don't have anything to quibble about. Later, when Trive delivered the Jieyi seeds we sent, he saw the rubbings of the stone tablet I put on the table."

When talking about this, Sigmund shook his head slowly, with a look of remorse and annoyance on his face: "We treated Wenta like this, but they told me the mystery in the stone tablet in repayment."

Standing on the side and listening for a long time, Ma Li finally felt that he had encountered some truth and asked suddenly: "What is written on it is a sacrifice?"

Sigmund repeated in a deep voice: "It's a sacrifice."

"Triff wrote the translation under the text I copied, and it said that as long as one person is sacrificed every seven days, the daily disaster of wolves attacking the village can be avoided."

"Take the initiative?" A player blurted out, "Is there anyone else who takes the initiative to die?"

"Leslie has put family reproduction as the most important thing from generation to generation, and it is an honor to sacrifice one person to protect the clan!" Sigmund cheered.

"It's an honor." Lu Zhi suddenly snorted coldly, and said to Qu Dao, who had been concentrating on grilling meat from beginning to end, "Master Dao, please—"

Lu Zhi stretched out the book in his hand towards Qu Dao.

—Triff, who was watching sideways, turned livid instantly.

His last chance of luck may soon come to naught.

Qu Dao took the two pieces of fat barbecued meat off the fire, put them on another clean stone slab, and wrinkled his nose at Luzhi: "Grandma's meat will burn if you grind it again." Qu Dao Dao — patted his butt — got up to reach for the book in Lu Zhi’s hand, and moaned on his back: “Finally, it’s Dao Lord’s turn and I’m pretending to be tough.”

"My younger brother is not talented, I have studied Sanskrit for two years."

After Qu Dao finished speaking, Trive was already in a cold sweat from his back, and almost lay down without standing still.

When Qu Dao came to his house on the first day, he looked at the inscription for a long time, but he only commented that "it's well written, I didn't expect people here to learn this." It was a fluke, and because I hadn't communicated with Leslie for many years, I thought that Qu Dao would never be able to contact the other party, so I didn't regard this matter as too much of a threat until I heard the other party shouting Qu Dao's name tonight. , My heart skipped a beat, and I really panicked just now.

"Let me read to you—read what it says."

Qu Dao—with his hands behind his back,—holding the book in his hand, shaking his head and shaking his head—with an old-fashioned attitude, if he wasn’t the only one in the group who would order this thing, Lu Zhi couldn’t help but slap him.

Qu Dao, who escaped the catastrophe with his true skills, read slowly: "First of all, let me talk about the translated text, which is about '--[-]-year, a time of famine and troubled times...'"

Lu Zhi still couldn't hold back: "Speak human words!"

"Damn it, you're just pretending to be aggressive." Qu Dao rolled his eyes at Luzhi without saving face, and finally continued speaking in vernacular: "This is the year 1221, which happened to be a year of poor harvests and turmoil. , Van Gogh - is the original name of this place, countless people died of famine every day. Van Gogh worships the gods, and the gods are like bat heads and wolves, which is what you call 'bat wolves'. This bat wolf likes sweets Meat, it is rumored that if the sweet and sweet flesh is sacrificed to feed it for 7 days, it will bring blessings to the local area, otherwise the gods will punish them twice regardless of the reason.”

"Punishment is to eat people every day?" Ma Li was surprised, "Then this is still a god..."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished reading yet." Qu Dao turned a page, cleared his throat, and paused for a while, and then said again when he was full of expectations: "The next thing I'm reading is the Sanskrit version. "

"That's not right." A player said, "Didn't it mean that this is a translated text, how could-"

It's not too stupid to be able to enter this game. In the middle of talking, the player suddenly realized something and shut his mouth.

Over there, Trive's face was so dark that it could almost blend into the night.

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