Five Frozen Centuries Chapter 120: Small books

The sun was shining from the skylight and hit the old man. From this angle, it seemed that he was just a very ordinary old man, his hair was gray and his face was covered with wrinkles.

He looked very ordinary, and Wei Huo came to the old man in hiding.

The moment Wei Huo saw this notebook, he understood everything. This ordinary notebook is the "Code". There are rules in this book, but whoever’s name is written on it , Then you must always abide by the laws stipulated in the "Code", otherwise, you will die.

This is the rule.

Wei Huo came to the old man. He saw the old man’s eyes. He really wanted to know what the man who ruled the whole city with a pen was like, how sharp his eyes were, and how sharp were his eyes. Is the emperor like this?

Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes were very calm, even with a hint of kindness. He is an ordinary old man, ordinary can't be ordinary, but the burden on his shoulders is not ordinary at all.

The old man waited for about three minutes, seeming to be thinking, and he didn’t seem to think about anything. Three minutes is not long, but it is very precious to the old man. The moment of peace he can enjoy is probably only the three before he started writing. Minutes.

Thinking about nothing is actually a very happy thing...

Then the old man picked up the pen.

At this moment, the eyes of the old man suddenly burst into dazzling light, and those sharp eyes seemed to be able to see every corner of the city through the stone table.

There is no doubt that that pen is just an ordinary pen. There is nothing special about it. Even because it has been written for a long time, it is a little shiny after being rubbed, and the paint on the exterior is lost.

But the old man who picked up this pen seemed to have become a **** at this moment, and his aura exuded, turning this little world into a god's domain.

Why can a person's temperament change so much before and after picking up the pen? It's probably because the fate of countless people is tied to the old man's hand the moment he picks up the pen.

The old man took off the cap, revealing the golden nib of a fountain pen. The nib shone with golden light and was engraved with beautiful patterns. There was a gap between the nibs. The black ink began to slowly fall from the gap and finally filled. After this gap, the golden nib was divided into two parts by a black ink.

Then the old man lifted the pen, looked at the information on one side, and then began to write the name in the notebook.

The old man does not write quickly, but his pen is very heavy. He writes every stroke and stroke very seriously, because this name will determine a person's life.

Wei Huo came over, sat opposite the old man, and saw that he kept writing down fresh names one after another in his notebook. After the name was written, the ink would soon dry out, and the faint fragrance of ink followed The moisture evaporates and emits, which has the effect of concentrating and eye-catching.

But when the old man wrote the tenth and a half name, he suddenly stopped, because Wei Huo's figure appeared.

The old man paused, his coherent aura was suddenly cut off, his eyes flickered, and finally became calm and peaceful, he lifted the pen, and the remaining half of the name was not written after all, he put the cap on the pen He put it on the pen, then raised his head and looked at Wei Huo with a calm look.

The old man saw Wei Huo's eyes. They were a pair of eyes that represented death, as if they couldn't see the huge abyss at the bottom.

Seeing these eyes, the old man understood everything.

The old man closed the notebook, put the pen away, then walked to the side, poured two cups of tea, and put one on the stone table in front of Wei Huo.

"Please have tea," the old man said lightly.

At this moment, he seems to have become an ordinary old man again.

Wei Huo glanced at the ordinary notebook. The notebook was closed. The shell was black with no words. It looked really ordinary. The notebook with this cover costs 5 yuan in the stationery store. You can buy a copy with money.

"Can I look at this notebook?" Wei Huo asked.

The old man said: "Yes."

Wei Huo stretched out his hand, the notebook didn't leave the stone table, just turned around, and then Wei Huo opened the first page.

Wei Huo has read the contents of the notebook. It is exactly the same as the Codex Copy, but this notebook is obviously thinner than the Codex Copy. Wei Huo keeps turning the pages, and finally found that this book seems to be fundamental Can't finish.

This is an infinite book, and it will never be finished. Wei Huo quickly turned it over. The content of the law in the "Code" was quickly turned over. Then there were one name after another, the first name Even the traditional characters are written with a brush.

Wei Huo kept flipping back, and I don’t know where he started, his name changed to simplified characters, and then blue, red, and black, with different fonts. This shows that there are many people in this notebook. Other people’s names have been written on it.

Finally, Wei Huo stopped flipping, because he saw three names, "Gao Huo", "Jin Jia", and "Xiao Qian".

It's a word difference, but it reverses everything. The story is often that simple.

A typo changed everything, changed the fate of this notebook, changed the fate of the old man, and changed the fate of the city.

The old man understood everything, he handed out the pen in his hand and said, "Please write my name in the notebook."

Wei Huo didn’t take that pen~IndoMTL.com~ His goal is not to become the new master of the city. His goal is to thoroughly refine this rule creation and use it for his own use. "Becomes the book of death.

The old man put the pen on the stone table, and then said: "Over the past fifty years, I have been waiting for this moment all the time. I am old and can't write..."

The old man seemed to regard Wei Huo as his heir. He continued: "A long time ago, I broke into Stonehenge like this, trying to change everything by myself, but in the end I became a member of this cycle. "

Wei Huo spoke at this moment: "The real Fa should exist in people's hearts. People respect it, but they are not afraid of it."

The old man raised his head and slowly said: "Everyone understands this truth, but if you stop writing, the world will perish."

Wei Huo knows what the old man means. If you stop writing and people find that the rules no longer punish those who break the law, then the dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in people's hearts will be released in an instant, and there will only be one final result, and everything will be because of this. End.

But for Wei Huo, who practices the path of dying, he has long been used to seeing the end. Everything in this world will come to an end, everything will decay, the planet under his feet will die, and the sky will be high. The sun will die, and this universe and this world will also die.

Everything in the world will perish, but it will also be reborn.

So Wei Huo did one thing. He tore off every page that was written in the notebook. This notebook is an infinite book. Even if so many pages are torn, the book does not become thinner. one cent.

The old man quietly watched Wei Huo tear off the pages of the book. He didn't say much, but sighed softly.

Wei Huo threw the stack of pages that had been torn off, and said softly: "Smash it..."