Chapter 6 "The Divine Hammer of Yuwu"
When a woman with impeccable figure and appearance swooped on him with an ambiguous smell. Even if most men are able to refuse temptation, they will inevitably hesitate at the first moment. This is a very normal physiological reaction.
——This is how male humans are.
However, this normal reaction did not apply to Yang Siming at this time.
Everything.
It all happened so fast!
Without waiting for hormones or dopamine to take effect in the body, incredible changes begin to appear.
The whispers hadn’t died away just a moment ago.
The 'girl''s gentle body lost its original shape in this moment.
Colorless like air but extremely bright, soft like colloid but indestructible, cold like ice but hot like fire.
All kinds of contradictory factors were perfectly and neatly blended together, and an 'existence' that was difficult to express in words appeared in front of him instead of the previous Veranika.
This thing
can simply meet Party A's weird design requirements of "colorful black"!
"This"
"Is this my golden finger coming?"
During the period after confirming that he had traveled through time, he had already made a lot of psychological plans for himself. But with such a weird scene stuck directly on his face, he still couldn't make a decisive judgment immediately.
Veranika's change is because she has completed some kind of test?
So now is the time to claim your prize?
Or will things enter a new stage next?
One thing to note -
this time, there is no thunder!
At the same time, no matter how calmly Yang Siming thought, encounters that completely exceeded common sense continued.
"Accept this gift."
"Huh?"
Buzz!
The maid's last murmur rang directly in his mind, and Yang Siming instantly lost sight.
No, it's more than that!
Including vision,
the feedback from the body's touch, smell, and hearing is stripped away from consciousness.
Only the brain's thinking is still going on normally.
This feeling is like being beaten by a Virgo Saint. There is a buzzing sound
in my mind , as if there is an electric motor installed in my skull, pushing my thoughts to speed up. Immediately afterwards, some kind of 'indescribable information' began to break into the brain. This special feeling is like soft silk being inserted into the brain from the right ear and then pulled out from the left ear. Under its influence, the consciousness begins to gradually evolve. Finally, a string of lead-gray characters full of ancient atmosphere emerged in his mind. Yang Siming can guarantee that he has never learned such characters. But the meaning was understood inexplicably. [29086, 37] This is all he can analyze and understand in this piece of information. Time passed little by little - I don't know how long or so later, wonderful changes that cannot be described in words were entangled in my mind, and the mysterious but weird knowledge completed the transformation of the breadth of my thinking. Yang Siming sat on the chair. The things in my mind gradually submerged, and my perception of the world began to recover. Something rough and cold, like a lump of clay, appeared in his hand. "." "It seems that my feeling has been quite accurate." " Is this my 'clearance reward'?" Looking down, it was just like what he felt. A piece of earth-brown slate, about the size of a 4A piece of paper and as thick as a chewing gum box, lies between the palm of your hand and your arms. The pattern that combines straight lines and curved patterns occupies almost the entire space of the slate. "It is indeed cuneiform." This time, Yang Siming was even more sure of his previous inference. The writing on the stone tablets is an extremely early form of graphic writing. In order to work, he happened to do some basic homework on it. In Sumerian culture, it would take about 400 years for this kind of graphic writing to simplify the strokes and become the cuneiform writing in the Code of Hammurabi that people know. In terms of time, the tablets correspond to the period of Iskul belief. Even this kind of detail is perfectly matched, so what is there to doubt? Subconsciously, just like reading other texts, Yang Siming placed his fingers on this stone slab that might be called a 'cultural relic'. "Hmm?" Upon closer inspection, Yang Siming's eyebrows rose again. He can once again guarantee that he has not studied cuneiform writing in depth in the past. At best, he has only done research within the scope of his work. The ability to distinguish the period when this kind of writing appeared is already the limit of his ability. But the problem is that he can actually understand the writing on the stone tablet! Are you kidding me? Not to mention this kind of early graphic writing, even in the later mature cuneiform writing, I can only recognize the words "star" and "god" like ordinary people. What does it mean to understand directly? Could it be that he was the reincarnation of King Uma of Uruk? The turmoil in his heart did not affect Yang Siming's reading. While silent, the content on the slate was also understood by him. ———— "The Divine Hammer of Rain and Mist" The sky is cut off at dawn and clear, the earth is separated from the edge, the name of the Son of Man has not yet been established; Anu is the sky, Qi is the earth, Ereshkigal falls to Khur; Before He sets sail, Father God sets sail before He sets sail, and after He sets sail, Mother Goddess sets sail after He sets sail; the king who rides on the clouds, the strongest God! The light that shakes the earth is thrown towards the world, the wind blows suddenly, the mountains and fields tremble, the earth burns, the god of death screams in the desert, and the keel of the ship rolls away; the violent light! Holy light! Swift light! The light of destruction! The thunder of daylight! Overlord of the dry sky!
The majestic figure stood up to the atmosphere in a heroic posture,
tearing apart the enemy like a lion, and
the dazzling brilliance blocked the sun,
like a hyena greedily eating its prey.
There was not much content on the small stone slab, and it took Yang Siming just a few minutes to read it completely.
Obviously, this is a poem written by the ancient Sumerians to praise the gods.
It may also be a ritual text for sacrifice.
But no matter what, there is no doubt that the person singing the praises is the Sumerian God of Thunder [Iskur].
"Is this the so-called gift?"
"Reward for the trial?"
For a moment, Yang Siming was a little surprised.
He originally thought that according to the routine, he should get a golden finger, or a talent that would allow him to survive in a different world.
But the final result was to deliver a 'cultural relic'.
Are cultural relics on Earth valuable in other worlds?
Or maybe my time travel is actually the type of returning to the ancient Western Middle Ages, and I will make a living as an antiquities dealer in the future?
"Alas -"
Yang Siming sighed with a complicated mood, and then put aside his distant reverie and began to think about the treatment of the slate.
The preciousness of the slate is absolutely very important and you must carry it well.
But the size and weight are not exaggerated.
But carrying such a slate around is definitely a big problem in terms of attracting attention and hindering activities.
It must be solved first.
Sudden changes occur!
The idea just emerged, and the slate in Yang Siming's hand seemed to feel his thoughts. Without any external influence, it instantly dissipated into the air.
Along with this change, a lightning-like mark flashed from Yang Siming's wrist.
There is no trace of any slate in his hand anymore!
Not even the dirt on the stone slabs.
After hesitating for two breaths, Yang Siming hesitated and whispered:
"Come out?"
The stone slab appeared and was held in his hand.
"Disappear?"
The stone slab disappeared, and the mark on his wrist flashed and disappeared.
"."
"This is quite convenient."
Quickly accepting this convenient fact, Yang Siming was about to get up from the chair and
wait!
Why should I get up?
wrong!
Why am I in the chair?
Yang Siming remembers it very clearly.
Before he lost his ability to perceive, he was standing at the door of the room, interacting with Veranika cordially!
He looked up.
The candle on the desk still burned.
Its length is
exactly the same as when Yang Siming woke up for the first time!
[When I was typing today, I took away a box on the desk. Then there was a mosquito lying motionless
underneath . I thought it was dead. As a result, when I touched it, I took my hand back. It flew away again.] [The mosquito that can pretend to be dead is really a ghost. 】 【Will it lose power? 】 (End of this chapter)