It is a giant.

And it is still the kind of giant that only exists in mythology and legend, and his feet are on the sky above the earth.

Of course, after a closer look, I found that the giant was not as huge as I thought, at least the head did not go out of the atmosphere.

I looked half-squinted and looked up, and could see what it looked like.

Its body outline is similar to that of normal people, with clear limbs, thin and weak, somewhat similar to the kind of addict, like a feeling of skin and bones.

Too thin, let it look a little uncoordinated.

But if you look closely, you can still see some places that are not the same as normal people.

The giant’s fingers were extremely elongated, like bamboo poles.

The palms only occupy about one-third, while the five fingers occupy two-thirds of the length.

It also has hair on the top of its head, but it is only similar, as far as I can see, although those hairs are fluttering with the wind, but I think those hairs have their own consciousness and are active.

Like the tentacles at the bottom of the brain, they are twisting on their own, even twisting against the wind.

Strangely enough, the giant's body seemed to be made of a mist, and it looked very vague.

Those grayish-white sand almost covered the whole body, and could only distinguish its approximate outline.

But my intuition told me that this giant could not hit the fog with the eight poles.

It should be made of sand.

At this time, I should feel afraid, but to be honest, I am really not afraid, not even nervous.

Since the brain is strange, I am still alive and not dead, then I am probably in a coma.

It was just so bad that I didn’t wake up.

That is to say, everything I see now is actually with some "real" dreams.

The news from the brain may be true, but something else should be false, at least it can’t hurt me in a dream.

I died in my dream, can't the reality live?

Either wake up or change your dreams.

“Uh . . . .

The sound of the trumpet did not stop, but intensified, and from the beginning the individual voice soon became a piece, as if it were composed of thousands of trumpet sounds.

Listening to that strange tone, really, I felt an inexplicable sadness and sadness.

Suddenly, the dust storm stopped.

That kind of abrupt stop, let me can not help but froze for a while, as if someone pressed the switch, directly stopped the sand, and the desert instantly fell into a dead silence.

The only thing that didn’t stop, didn’t disappear, was the tornado and the giant inside.

“Who is it?”I couldn’t help but ask, look at the strange brain, look back again, and look deeply at the giant: “This is what you said, the ancestors of the Nine Gods?”

The brain monster did not answer me, nor did it make any sound, and suddenly sank, as if to say hello to the giant, or to salute.

"It's my king."

“Your king?”I frowned and asked with some doubts: "In your ancient times, there was also the habits of the tribe?"Does every race have its own leader?But it’s not like you... it’s too much difference, does it?”

The brain did not take care of me, and repeated it to itself, it was my king.

At the same time, a new round of changes was ushered in in the desert.

With the giant wrapped in the sand as the center, the yellow sand on the ground changed color without warning, as if it had been dyed through a little bit, and the color change slowly spread in all directions.

The original metallic hue, which was like gold, soon turned grayish-white.

That grayish-white is like the color of the giant's body, and the dead breath without half the breath of life is as if it is covered by death...

Yes!

The desert feels like I’m dead.

Probably because of the giant, the whole desert died in an instant.

The original desert, although desertless, but at least a little angry, but now...

"Behind the king, there are many ancients, the old ones, I am only one of them."

“Oh no, it’s your king, what’s his name?”I couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“In the language of the world after you...it should be called the Sander...”

“The killer?”I stand.

“It is the sand, the sand of the desert, the body of the body.”

The brain said strangely, the tone was serious, and in every word, there was a taste of admiration and respect.

It is not the respect that comes after being oppressed, but the respect that comes from the bottom of the heart.

I can hear that, I’m not kidding.

But I have to say, the name of the sander ... is really a bit strange.

Saying it is the name of the wrong, there is a little wrong, saying that it is the name of the gods, it is not like!

“In the old days it was the only one who despised the disorder of death, and the one who all the ancients of the old had acknowledged...”

With that, the brain nodded, and the tone was respectful.

“The Lord of Disasters.”

Hearing this answer, I seemed to understand the non-understanding nod, not asking more questions.

“Unlike the king whom I follow, I have no intention of returning to the Hereafter, he has been sleeping until the end of time.”The cerebral eccentric continued, with a slightly changed tone, as if alert: "But he who wants to return in the Hereafter, but it is good that the door is so strong that for a short time it cannot pass through that door, and like me, it is expelled from the door."

I nodded, ready to ask a few more questions, but the brain went on to say it.

"Don't worry about it now, don't be wary of it, but be careful."The brain said, and the tone gradually began to grow, as if with a reminder: "You have to be careful of the people of the Hereafter, the people around you, the one who has many followers in the afterlife, most of whom know the truth as you do."

“Do you know the truth?Just like me?”I froze and asked subconsciously, “You mean... our husband?”

The brain groaned, and said, yes.

"It's not all people like you, there are the most ordinary people."The brain added: "The return of the stars is the key to opening the door, many people are waiting, the nine gods are waiting, but you have suppressed it."

As soon as I heard this, I suddenly frowned and said that the Nine Wrests had not died, at least when I was unconscious, it was still alive and well.

“Repression without time limits is death to it.”The brain said.

“You made me careful of the people around me, the gentlemen of the Hereafter... Was it because I was antagonistic to the Nine Wrests, so they would come and deal with me?”I tested to ask.

The brain grunted twice, and said yes, and because of this, they will surely look at you later.

“If you say the one who returns to the Hereafter, will you?”

“Trust me.”The brain quell interrupted me, saying word for word: "We do not want it to return to the afterlife, you absolutely do not want, when it steps out of that door, the afterlife is really over, what your religion says to fall into hell, then for you, it is absolutely a luxury, no one can be liberated."

I stood still, without squeaking.

“No one can stop it, not even the gods you believe in, are not enough to keep its steps, so it must not be allowed to pass through that door.”The brain said, "But it's still in heaven, and you're safe."

“The Heavens?You’re talking about Sichuan?”I asked cautiously, “Is it suppressed under Sichuan?”

“Heaven is not a place, and it is in heaven, as you say...”

When my brain said these words, my brain sank sharply, as if I were getting out of my car, my feeling of vertigo was very strong, and my consciousness was blurred.

"Someone's calling you."The brain said.

I raised my hand and rubbed the temple, only to feel that the feeling of stizziness was getting stronger and stronger, just like someone who was constantly shaking my head, and the brain was about to be shaken.

“Who is this guy you’re talking about?Like the sand you said?“Is he an old king?”

“Yes.”

The brain is strange here, the sound becomes a little blurred, but also accompanied by the sound of the current of nourishment.

It should have said a lot to me, but I didn’t hear much about it, I just barely heard the name of “the one.”

“The Black King.”