I have never seen such a thing, and the consternation of the old ancestor's face seems to be the same.

Is there a problem with the clock?

Or is it the most important... is there a problem at the time?

“This... this is a tumultuous stream of time... the gates of the stars are about to open...the kings of old times who can confuse time...they are coming...” said the old ancestor, with an inexplicable complex tone, condensation, and a similar feeling of fear to hide.

I looked at him and couldn’t help but ask, “Have you ever seen anything like this before?”

“No, I’m just speculating... because I’ve heard that the stargate is a kind of existence that transcends time and space, and when it opens the passage to the deep ocean of stars, the energy in it spreads out unchecked, and the time in which the stargates are located is thrown into chaos...”

The old ancestor said, biting his teeth, and his expression became more and more ugly.

"But the time that the star gate can affect is only a small part, and it is impossible to change the color of the sky, which is a sign of the coming of the kings of the old days!"

“When is it now?”I frowned and asked, “We’re not going to go through this turbulence of time, are we?”

“I don’t know...”

The old ancestor said, looking to the left and right, the expression also became confused.

"There is nothing to refer to, I can't tell when it is now, either at the original point in time, or it has already run to another point in time..."

“Oh hey!Can I make a hypothesis?!” cried the Seven Jewels.

“You said it.”The old man nodded his head.

"If we have jumped to another point in time, I don't know if it is the past or the future, it is certainly not our original position, then now we have rushed to the past...Is there a teacher in Kunlun?" 」Seven treasures asked bitterly, "If he has not come, many years ago, when the teacher was not born, how much wrong we ran this trip?"

Hearing the words of the seven treasures, I looked at each other with the face of the ancestors for a while, and the expression was somewhat consteruous.

If this assumption is established...

“It is possible.”The old ancestor muttered, “It’s really possible... if the turbulence of time really takes us away together... then it all has to be turned into...”

“The trouble.”I gritted my teeth and said, “If we really cross, there are only two possibilities, either before the free teacher or after the free teacher... If it is the former, it is God’s intention to kill us, if it is the latter...”

Speaking of which, my tone has also become a little lighter, and may also be a bit of a self-comforting component.

“We should have succeeded.”I said, the smile on my face is a little unnatural: "If those old kings come into this world, the whole world, it must be the life of the soul, will fall into a more desperate situation than hell ... but this is very normal to look around, the wind also stops, unless those old kings love flowers and trees, otherwise..."

Listening to my analysis, the expression on the old ancestors' faces was still the same weight.

“Is time ahead or behind, isn’t that the answer?”The spider boy said coldly, reminding us: "When you just went to look at the watch, the pointer went backwards or went forward?"

“It looks like going forward.”I whispered.

"No, I remember it later."The old man frowned.

In fact, I am very clear that whether it is the ancestor or me, the answer we give is not sure, because no one knows how the pointer was turned up in the beginning, and even the old man who wears the watch has not seen it.

The buzz of the pointer turns fast, stopping is also a matter of time, and there is no oscillating before and after, that is, the direct stop of the cold...

“Look up at the mountain and see.”I sighed, lighted a cigarette, smoked two, and the expression became more and more helpless: "Only by doing so can I get the answer, the rest are false."

For my proposal, people have no opinion, silently follow us, continue to move to the destination.

Because the previous long-distance rush speed is not slow, so now we are not far from the destination, up to ten minutes to the foot of the mountain.

At this time, no one spoke, even the sound of breathing was uncontrolled, the strangeness of silence, and the atmosphere became like a dead silence...

At this time I was not idle, and the silence was not because I was frightened by the previous events, but because I was feeling it carefully.

I have mentioned my perceptualness as much as possible to the highest, and for the wind and grass in all directions, they are carefully screened.

As before, there is no sign of any biological activity, no breath of old creatures, calmed down like the same beach of dead water...

After walking for about five minutes, in front of us, there was gradually some fog.

Unlike a special fog, as far as I can see, like the most ordinary white fog, nothing special.

But let's not to say that the concentration of these mists is very high, and when I walk in, I find trouble.

Visibility is not ideal, even if you have a flash of electricity, you can only see the scene within five meters, beyond this range is a blur.

"Follow me."

The old ancestor said, slightly speeding up the pace, a few steps to the front to lead the road.

"The fog is too thick, don't go away."

“I understand.”

“Do you feel anything?”

Hearing the words of my ancestors, I shook my head and said no, I was still as calm as before, and I felt no danger.

"Hopefully so," sighed the old ancestor: "We have now come down the mountain, and are going up the foot of the mountain, I don't know if you feel it."

People shook their heads, including me, said they didn’t feel anything.

The road we ran before was already rough enough, and there were many places that were uphill, so now the ancestors asked, we really have no special feeling.

But don't say, behind the ancestors, I feel very at ease, not thinking of someone to protect themselves, but feel that they are not in the forefront of the people, the pressure is not so great.

To put it bluntly, there is a similar mentality of ordinary people, the sky falls down and there are people in front of us, and we are afraid of the back.

Just as I was thinking of myself as a radar and constantly collecting feedback from me around, my ancestors, who were in the front, suddenly stopped.

“What happened?”I looked at him and asked, “Lost?”

“No.”The old ancestor shook his head, "Come and see for yourself."

Hearing this, I didn’t think much about it, a few steps forward.

When I looked up, I found that some things had always existed, but they did not let me feel it!

In front of the ancestors, a pile of severely decomposed corpses, lying on the ground, endlessly spreading to the hillside, because there is fog as a cover, what is in the distance I can not see, I can see, almost all human decomposing corpses.

“Not ordinary people.”

I squatted on the ground, not too dirty, and tugged directly at the body's clothes with my hands and looked up carefully.

If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have thought there would be so many dead bodies around.

There is no death, no taste, nothing.

Even if I squatted on the ground and smelled, it didn’t smell, it didn’t smell, it didn’t smell.

“What’s the matter...” The old ancestor squatted down, as if, like me, there was a great deal of doubt: “You didn’t feel... I didn’t feel it either... Could it be that these fogs have a blocking effect?”

“Not sure.”I clapped my hand and slowly stood up, and my face was full of helplessness: "A lot of things in this mountain have become difficult for us to understand... As the saying goes, we know each other's victory... Now we don't understand the situation on the mountain, the trouble may be more than these."

Just as I was saying these words to my ancestors, vaguely, not far ahead of us, there was a sudden singing sound...

It was a child's voice, but I couldn't hear the boy and the girl, but I felt that she was very young, and her voice had a feeling of being childish.

He was singing songs, as if it were some... weird tune?

“Go up and see.”

The old ancestor frowned and said, not waiting for me to say anything more, he turned around and walked in the direction of the chanting voice.