shock!Jian Zun she is in the interstellar machine armor

Chapter 117 Peeping into the Past

"Do you remember what that woman looks like?"

You carp: ...

He looked at Yan Zhou speechlessly.

Possession does not mean inheriting memories, which is very difficult for him.

Yan Zhou frowned: "Just kidding."

Having said that, Yan Zhou secretly remembered this in his heart.

"By the way, what do you know about the previous Mountain Goddess?"

You Li: "This person...there's something to be said for that."

He took out a yellowed book from the depth of the drawer. The pages were wrinkled and had a sense of age.

"The story of this empress was recorded in the notebooks of the first generation of priests. I have to say that this family's love of writing notebooks is really the same."

You Li complained.

Yan Zhou: "...That's true."

There are only a few sentences on the first page.

[Floods occur frequently in Qingshan Village. Because my ancestors have some special magical powers, as the eldest son, I took on the role of priest...]

The latter part is more general. It is probably some measures to build a dam and waterproof it. As a priest, he prays to the gods and many other preparations.

These are more like memos.

You Li quickly flipped through the book until he had passed through more than half of the book, and finally there were some shadows of others, but these words were quite surprising.

[Today I met a girl who was separated from her family. I brought her back to the village. She is very different. Her conversation, knowledge, appearance... are different from other girls. I like her a little bit. 】

Yan Zhou felt like he had taken a bite of melon: "You just said that every generation of priests here serves the River God, and the first generation is no exception, right?"

You Li nodded, his eyes becoming complicated. Although this body was not his, it still felt weird to spy on his ancestor's heartbeat.

Keep looking down.

[…Her name is Miaomiao, a very cute name, she likes to draw, and everyone likes her very much…]

[I made her the silver flower headdress that is the favorite of the girls in the village. I don’t know if she likes it. 】

[I want to go find her today, but there are a lot of things going on in the village recently...]

[There is a large sea of ​​platycodon flowers on Qingshan Mountain. I want to take her to see it. 】

……

"Your ancestor...had a bit of a love brain."

Yan Zhou gave an evaluation.

Before that, the notes were all about official business and business statistics. Until Miao Miao appeared, the next dozen pages were all about her.

[Today, all the dams near the village were washed away by the water, and all the surrounding houses were flooded... There were heavy casualties, and we took the victims to evacuate to Qingshan... We obviously took so many measures, but now they are all ruined... 】

At this point, the writer was obviously in a heavy mood, and the writing became much heavier.

[After transporting the wounded, I was exhausted. There were very few doctors in the village, and there was a war outside... It was said that people from a small country were burning, killing, and looting outside... No one dared to go out of the village to find the doctors... Several people were too seriously injured. died……】

Yan Zhou was stunned when he saw this line of text. This was the only one that mentioned outside the village among so many messages.

Dwarf country…

Yan Zhou thought for a moment, he was short and the invader was like a locust passing through the border, he must be a scum.

[I was really tired... I met Miaomiao on the road. I don’t know what happened to her. She was soaked all over... She suddenly threw herself into my arms and cried, saying she wanted to go home. 】

[My tone was not very good at the time, saying that it was very dangerous and unsafe outside... She ignored her and said that her family members were outside and wanted to go home. I was tired and a little sad. I could only say that there were many things going on in the village and I couldn't send them home for the time being. She came home and she got mad at me for the first time... and we broke up. 】

"This is--"

Yan Zhou saw words full of regret repeated next to this paragraph. [Sorry...sorry...sorry...sorry...sorry...sorry]

【……I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry】

【……sorry Sorry…………】

The end is full of wrinkles and there is a blood mark with fingerprints, which is very much like the unforgettable words written by the writer at the last moment of his life.

When the words came out of my mouth, all that was left was "I'm sorry."

Yan Zhou and You Li looked at each other.

Something irreversible must have happened between the first generation priest and that Miao Miao.

Just as he was about to say something, Yan Zhou frowned and sensed that the puppet in the bedroom was disturbed.

You Li: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhou replied: "I have something to do over there, let's talk about it next time."

As she spoke, she quickly disappeared, pushed open the bamboo door and ran out.

You Li was confused by the other party's sudden movements, and belatedly discovered a detail that he had not discovered for a long time.

How...how did she come to him safely?

There should be someone watching in every house...

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The personal maid held up the candle lamp and called several times. Seeing that the girl on the bed was still motionless, she hesitated on the spot. Thinking of Aunt Wan's instructions, she stepped forward and prepared to slap her awake.

Just when her hand was about to touch the girl's shoulder, she met a pair of eyes as clear as obsidian, calm and calm, a bit scary against the backdrop of the dark night.

Subconsciously, he took a few steps back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the girl sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"can I help you?"

Yan Zhou's eyes were bleary with sleep, as if he had just woken up.

The maid took the candle lamp and put it on the small table aside and said: "Aunt Wan said that the Lord River God's tribulation ceremony is about to be prepared. As the bride-to-be, you should learn the rituals."

Yan Zhou was a little surprised, as they not only had to be used as "reserve food", but also had to work as temporary workers. This Aunt Wan knew how to exploit people.

"understood."

The personal maid held a candlelight to guide the way. It was early in the morning, the sky was still dark, and there was no one on the road.

She took Yan Zhou to a separate garden. In the middle was a large house, with candlelight flickering inside and vague figures walking back and forth.

Opening the door, the maid said to Aunt Wan, "We're here."

The woman held the incense in her hand and worshiped again and again, and then inserted them one by one on the incense burner.

"What do you want to do by waking us up in the middle of the night?!"

On the other side, Zhang Ke's hair was messy and he asked in a panic.

Aunt Wan glanced at her and said in a disgusted tone: "There are no rules and regulations. It seems that calling you here is a wise choice."

She paused and then said: "There is a memorial speech for this ceremony on the table. I have all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone ready. Let's copy it."

Zhang Ke was in disbelief: "You woke me up so early just to ask me to copy books."

Aunt Wan looked unhappy. This was the second time Zhang Ke had refuted her.

When He Xu saw that the woman's expression was wrong, he immediately pinched her arm hard.

Be safe!
Yan Zhou took the lead and sat down, and the maid began to study the ink beside him tacitly.

Picking up the brush, she glanced at Zhang Ke and He Xu, who were secretly competing with each other.

Strangely enough, Zhang Ke clearly knew his identity, but he didn't tell He Xu. Currently, this man still looked at him with a dull look, only thinking that Yan Zhou was an aborigine.

(End of this chapter)