Chapter 555 Tadpole Writing

Song Ji did not stay for long. He walked south and stopped only when he was near Metropolis. He could faintly hear the sound of gunfire across the wall. Compared with the current Metropolis, Gotham could be considered to have simple folk customs.

After all, Gotham still has a sexy chin, the Dark Knight who is popular among both good and bad guys, roaming around and committing crimes to maintain order in Gotham. Although Gotham is chaotic, gangs, rebels, and villains all abide by unique rules and revolve around the big bat succubus, just hoping that the whole big event will make the Bat notice themselves.

Metropolis is different. There is no Superman from DC, no government, and no order. This paradise was built by a giant corporation with the final say. Indulgence and freedom are the main themes of Metropolis. The gambling industry and commodity trade derived from them have created huge wealth. The broadcasting rights of Freedom Night alone are an astronomical figure. After all, nothing can arouse the adrenaline of the noble men and ladies more than the fleeting loss of human life.

But Song Ji didn't dare to enter the wilderness alone. Not to mention the Dirty Hands Gang that roamed around here and resold organs, the various cyber-psychopaths who had been arbitrarily transformed into lunatics, and the scavengers, even the chronic toxic radiation in the wilderness was enough to make him suffer.

It stands to reason that although the residual radiation from weapons of mass destruction will not disappear completely, it will soon drop from its peak. However, this is not the case in the wilderness and uninhabited areas today.

Song Ji also had a guess that either someone was looking for fun and deliberately allowed the environment to deteriorate to this extent, or it was a means used by a giant corporation to cut off communication between the major gathering places of civilians and ensure that the population would not be lost in large numbers. They could also keep their own people in captivity and allow them to create wealth continuously.

Whatever the reason was, it had nothing to do with Song Ji. He just wanted to save his own life, and then live a long life in this foreign land where the average life expectancy was only forty. What he relied on was the book he held tightly in his arms.

Song Ji slipped into the dark alley along the city wall, carefully avoiding the fluorescent sewage at his feet, held onto the window frame, and turned over to enter the small house deep in the alley.

All I could see was dust, dried vomit, broken wine bottles, and a mess of debris everywhere. A sour smell permeated deeply into the furniture and walls. The only thing that was missing was anything valuable.

Song Ji carefully sealed the windows to prevent any light from coming in, and also blocked the door. His equally bright eyes flickered under the bright moonlight.

He had been here before, but it was just in the game, when he brought a second-generation player here to do a side quest and stayed here for a short period of time. No one had lived here for years, and the owner had long since died in some stinking ditch. The room had also been ransacked countless times by friendly neighbors, but it was enough as a hiding place.

His stomach growled again and Song Ji licked his cracked lips. Now was not the right time. To be defeated on Free Night would be tantamount to seeking death. He could only endure it for one night so that at least he would have the strength to protect himself.

He didn't dare turn on the lights, as the electricity bill for this house was probably gone long ago. Fortunately, Song Ji was not without gain. He took out a few electronic components from his arms and assembled them skillfully.

Soon, a glimmer of light appeared. Song Ji shook his numb fingers and grinned: "Fortunately, my skills are still there."

Although this little light was not enough to illuminate the entire room, and his eyes would become sore and tearful if he read for a long time, he did not care about that. He was eager to find a pillar that could support him to survive.

With the help of the dim light, he gently unfolded the Chronicles of the Great Emperor. Although the planners of Gate of All Beings were good at making things happen, they were particularly rigorous in some places. For example, the name of this book, apart from being a false fabrication, could only represent that this book came from the era before the Wasteland Cyber ​​Age. Of course, this was also because he had the Song Ji strategy guide in hand, otherwise he would not care.

The first page was blank, the second page was blank, the first five or six pages were all blank. Song Ji's heart sank, and he wondered if he had missed something. Finally, when he turned to the seventh page, his index finger stopped, and words began to appear on this page.

Song Ji was sure that those were characters, or at least a systematic set of characters. Although each one looked like scribbles, he inexplicably had this confidence.

"But this word recognizes me, but I don't recognize it. Do I need to download a decryption device from the Internet?"

Song Ji frowned, but the next second, his eyebrows gradually relaxed. When he touched the tadpole characters that looked like ghostly scribbles, they actually moved a little, with a slight double image. He was sure that it was not his eyes that were blurring out. Song Ji would not treat everything as an illusion and act like a fool. Moreover, his nervous system was loaded with a camera function. After he looked at each frame, he was sure that the characters were moving.

Song Ji was a little scared, but he had experienced time travel and rebirth, and he also knew the existence of cultivation. He was in a dangerous place, so he had to jump into the trap. He straightened the book and stared at the white paper.

As if embarrassed by being looked at by him, the tadpole text trembled, and before Song Ji could reach out his hand, it ran into his eye sockets in an instant.

'Hong, this word is pronounced as Hong'

A thought popped up out of nowhere. Song Ji blinked, touched his eyes, and looked at the book again. There was a blank space where the words were originally. The next second, the words on the book flowed into Song Ji's mind along with his fingers that were pressed on the page.

When Song Ji woke up, there was a wordless book in front of him, and in his mind, there were large pieces of tadpole characters constantly arranged and combined.

He was like a boy who had just started elementary school, recognizing each word one by one, understanding the characters and sentences. However, this tadpole script looked simple but was difficult to remember. After only parsing a small part of the article, Song Ji was already sweating profusely.

"When the world was created, in the beginning of Suigu..."

"Ancient times... Ancient times... Ancient times..."

"The Ancient Era..."

Song Ji pieced the words together in his mind, feeling both excited and absurd. There was a cyber war going on outside the door, but he was here analyzing texts from who knows how long ago. Those tadpole characters had a unique beauty that even made him ignore why they appeared in his consciousness and also ignored his hungry stomach.

"No, that's not right. I don't think I'm that hungry anymore."

He noticed something different, but he just felt a little tired and a little depressed.

"Does it take so-called mental energy to decipher the text, or is it the three treasures of spirit, energy and soul? In any case, this Tadpole Script is not an ordinary text."

When the sound of gunfire outside the door gradually subsided, he could still faintly hear the host Tieguan saying something passionately, but Song Ji no longer had the heart to listen.

He wrote and drew on the ground, which were the short passages of text that Song Ji had translated.

"At the beginning of the ancient calendar, the gods revived, the cycle of reincarnation was reversed, and they were reborn... In the second life, they woke up in the imperial mausoleum, and their name was..."

"Hong!"

(End of this chapter)