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Chapter 357: The Cursed Man

The grim sent out an invitation.

Fang Yu was careful not to rush to find out the truth.

Although the truth about the battle between heaven and hell is at his fingertips at this moment, he only needs to enter the temple to understand, but he still remains vigilant, and he will never enter the temple until he knows the origin of the cruel man.

The reasons for this are obvious.

The appearance of the Tower of Babel in the ruins of a civilization that was millions of years old or even older is already surprising enough, but now a living person with even stranger shapes and behaviors appeared in front of him, how could he not be vigilant?

Especially Fang Yu's first impression of this indifferent person was a deep disgust.

While even he himself couldn't explain where this disgust came from, it haunted him like a shadow, like an allergen, giving some people a natural disgust so strong that he now wants to chop them up ! That's how he feels.

It was a very wrong feeling for Fang Yu.

This is because, if a Death God wants to master greater power, the first test he must pass is to have in-depth spiritual communication with Zanpakuto, and the advantage of doing this is that it gradually develops in the Death God's mind and spirit. A huge change in status.

Therefore, as the Death God progresses in power levels, the soul and mind become stronger and stronger, and the two processes complement each other.

Fang Yu may be slightly inferior in terms of spiritual strength, but his mind and soul have already surpassed most captain-level Death Gods after being tested, so it is almost impossible for external factors to affect him.

However, facing this cruel man, he was inevitably "stunned"! He didn't know what to do.

When Fang Yu's hesitation was undecided, the indifferent man's blue eyes flickered, as if seeing his fear, so he spoke slowly. "Don't be wary and confused, it's okay to hate me, don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"Interesting."

Fang Yu put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, holding the sword and preparing to fight back, and said calmly. "But, alas, without the slightest convincing, instead of pushing me away with these words, why don't you let me in""?"

A trace of helplessness flashed across the stern man's face when he saw the softness of the interlocutor, he said. "It's not that I want you to go in, but that the truth you want to know can only be seen in the temple, and I cannot control it.

You can't dictate it..... Is there any taboo?

"So, if I say that I'm not interested in the truth, will you hinder me?" Fang Yu added, raising his eyebrows upward.

"The right to choose is always in your hands." The cold man shook his head, his eyes deepened. "But I'm sure of one thing, you're not going to walk away."

Fang Yu grinned and said. "Are you so sure?"

"The bones of fate have fallen down long ago, and no one can change the result."

The grim man looked at Fang Yu, took a deep breath, and said. "I have been waiting here for millions of years just to wait for the arrival of a person. Only the person who has the clay tablet of destiny can open this abandoned monument, and this person... is you.

"Monument of Destiny"? You mean...the stone inscription with Akkadian characters?" Fang Yu was dumbfounded, he didn't expect this seemingly ordinary device to come from such a great place!" The Monument of Destiny "?

"Precisely, . . . . is part of it," said the grim man. "The real Tablet of Destiny, on which is written about..., but it has long been broken with that great battle, and all you see is one of the fragments.

Here are the seven clay tablets of destiny, which are said to have written the vision of God at the beginning of creation.

But now, judging from the expression on this indifferent man's face, what was written on the Destiny Clay Tablet must not be as simple as people imagined [at least definitely not what God saw when he created the world.

"There are no accidents in the world, only inevitability..." Fang Yu said these words in a low voice: As he had previously assumed, from the moment he received the Tablet of Fate, the invisible line of cause and effect has long been Weave around him.

So running away is useless.

Even if he turns back today and leaves this place, I believe he will eventually return to this monument under the guidance of fate.

"A very philosophical sentence, in line with the current situation." The indifferent person nodded slightly to confirm, "When fate brings you here, instead of procrastinating and escaping, it is better to face it.

"Makes sense."

Fang Yu suddenly smiled lightly, exhaled slowly, and said. "It's left and right, so you can do what you want.

After saying these words, he took a step back and walked towards Holy Place.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that the saber that Fang Yu is touching with his right hand has been unsheathed for half an inch, and it may be pulled out at any time.

The indifferent person was not disturbed by this, he just glanced at it casually, then turned around and walked towards the holy place, reminding himself indifferently. "It's good to be vigilant, but it's better not to attack me, or you will suffer alone."

Fang Yu followed behind, and lowered his brows when he heard these words, a chill appeared in his eyes. "Does that mean I can understand that you're confident enough to say 'I don't hit St?"

"..." This is neither provocative nor definitive. The ruthless man paused for about half a second, and then said mockingly: "You may be able to kill me in the future, but not now, I look forward to that day." "

"Listen to your tone, can't you wait for me to kill you?"

"In a way. . . . yes."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I am a sinful person, cursed by God, so I am looking forward to death.

While he was speaking, Fang Yu heard a hint of sadness and sadness in this cruel man's voice, as if he was repenting for the sins he had committed.

"What crime did you commit?" Fang Yu asked curiously.

"I killed someone." After a moment of silence, the cruel man said slowly. "He's my brother."

Fang Yu asked again. "who are you?"

This time, however, the indifferent man didn't answer, but simply said. "I'm.....did)..., this damned person."

Talking on and on, he was apparently another mysterious person.

Fang Yu knew it was useless to ask, so he didn't ask why, but just silently followed this indifferent person into the ancestral hall.

The interior of the ancestral hall is square and does not take up space.

There is no tall statue altar for people to worship, no relief murals, only a blackened stone tablet.

But unlike the stele seen in the temple below, this blackened stone has no frescoes, only dense Akkadian writing, similar to inscriptions recording important events, written in shadows inches down the body.

"You won't show me, will you?"

The veins at the corners of Fang Yu's brows flickered, he looked at this indifferent man blankly, and said, "I can't understand that kind of writing, why don't you read it to me?"

"You don't need to read."

The indifferent man raised his hand, pointed at the stele and said. "All you have to do is touch the slate and you can hear his voice.