Chapter 1197: The Truth of Part 1

What is the difference?

Luo had no way of knowing.

The flute sound turned into patches of flowers and plants, replacing the previously barren stone surface.

On the central stone chair, the hands of ancient humans are naturally placed on the table, and in front of the palm is a book that was materialized by him.

On the cover of the book are seven vertical and eight horizontal grids, and in the middle of the grid are a series of strangely shaped symbols arranged up and down irregularly.

Luo silently looked at the ancient human, while the ancient human was silently looking at the book that he had materialized on the table.

This weird silence lasted for about ten minutes.

If it weren't for the butterflies flying above the flowers, it is estimated that time will have the illusion of standing still.

Luo may also be too idle, counting the time silently.

After counting to eleven minutes and six seconds, the ancient human finally reacted. He stretched out his right hand and slowly opened the book.

At the same time, the vision happened.

The ancient human beings only opened the first page, and the flowers, plants and trees transformed by the sound of the flute suddenly turned into liquid ink, and were absorbed into the opened pages one after another, including those butterflies.

Luo's face changed slightly, and he took a few steps forward, looking down at the pages of the book that were opened by ancient humans.

On the white pages of the book, instead of the expected image, there were lines of unknown symbols, which were crooked and awkward to look at. Luo's first impression was—the music score.

Although it lacks aesthetic feeling, it does look like a sheet music.

This impression may be due to the fact that ancient humans played the flute just now, which formed a certain degree of hint.

Luo looked away from the pages of the book and looked at the ancient humans beside him. He had the urge to lift the hood, but he couldn't do it, at most he could only think about it.

"First, play some kind of tune, materialize ordinary flowers and trees, and then put them into the pages of the book?"

"And this book, is it the prototype of a restorer?"

Luo can clearly see that this is a new book, and it is very likely that ancient humans have recently materialized it.

The memory continues.

The ancient humans slowly turned to the second page, which was blank.

Then, in a flash, he conjured up a strange three-stringed musical instrument that looked like a bow, and played it on the spot.

In the silence, the wind and cloud suddenly changed color, and in a few breaths, the rainstorm and thunder came.

Boom...!

A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket flashed down from Luo's eyes.

The strong wind and heavy rain pulled up dense rain curtains.

Luo can't hear the sound, and he won't be affected by the bad weather.

As for ancient humans...

He was still sitting peacefully, the wind and rain couldn't get close to him, and he couldn't even blow the hem of his clothes, let alone the books on the stone table.

After a while, he wiped the pages of the book, and the raging storm, like the flowers and trees before, turned into ink-like liquid, drilled into the second page in clusters, and then turned into a series of incomprehensible symbol scores .

If you compare it with the score on the first page, although Luo can't read it, you can find the difference between the two.

The symbols on the first page of music are slightly soft between strokes, while the symbols on the second page of music are drawn like swords.

Subsequently, ancient humans dug out a variety of musical instruments.

Balls popping up, slightly like an abacus musical instrument, materialize the scene of cold crystals like snow.

There are twenty-one nail rings hanging on a thin iron plate, and seven thin strings of musical instruments are pulled inside, which embodies the rain of corpses and broken knives.

The body of the stick is winding like a cane, and a diamond-shaped copper musical instrument is hung on it, which embodies the chilling momentum of a pack of wolves hunting a lion.

A variety of musical instruments respond to a variety of scenery.

In the end, these scenes all become eerie notes on the page.

Luo memorized every page of the music score in his head, referring to the music score of the Darkness Sonata, and temporarily couldn't see any connection between them.

As a bystander, he just watched the ancient humans conjure eighteen musical instruments that they had never seen before, and then played various scenes with unknown artistic conceptions one by one.

Until the end of the silent black and white memory interpretation, Luo returned to the white smoke font space.

To be honest, after going through this memory ball, Luo was half dazed.

He felt that the book was the prototype of the restorer, but there was no definite evidence to prove his guess.

He knew nothing about the musical instruments conjured up by ancient humans, and he did not find similarities with the Dark Sonata from multiple scores.

Even, after seeing those strange instruments, he became more and more suspicious of the origin of the dark sonata.

After all, the dark sonatas are all played by modern instruments such as violins or pianos, and they are completely incompatible with these instruments created by ancient humans.

In this way, it is really difficult for Luo to associate the Dark Sonata with ancient humans.

Perhaps, as the rumors say, the Dark Sonata was created by the Great Demon King, and it may have nothing to do with ancient humans.

In the absence of important information, it is a waste of time to think about it.

Luo clicked on the third memory ball.

He didn't know how long it would take to open these memory balls, but he had to click them one by one.

Compared with the black memory ball that needs to be experienced personally as a bystander, Luo's preference is more inclined to the white memory ball that is directly poured into the picture and information.

Anyway, with that kind of half-bad experience, Luo made up his mind to get rid of all the white memory balls first, and then touch the black memory balls.

The third white memory ball was clicked on, and the light still tore through the darkness, and then the scene where the screen and text switched.

In less than a minute, the information contained in the memory ball was directly poured into Luo's head.

Luo didn't stop, and opened the fourth and fifth one by one...

More and more information about ancient humans, restorers, and even various strange existences were transmitted to Luo's head one after another.

The more you click, the more surprised Luo becomes.

He suddenly realized that most of the memories contained in the many memory balls had nothing to do with the restorer who controlled the life and death of the soul.

However, these memories from other restorers are produced from the restorer who controls the life and death of the soul.

Could it be that the memory between restorers can be shared? Or do they have a connection that ignores distance?

While wondering, Luo kept clicking on the memory ball.

When the 30th ball was clicked, Luo's head suddenly swelled with pain, which also made him alert, so he stopped clicking the memory ball.

Enduring the swelling pain in his head, Luo withdrew from the white smoke font space.

He opened his eyes, and it was Nick who was hesitant.

"Ro, are you okay?"

"fine."

Luo was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he was already sweating profusely, and felt nauseous.

I haven't felt this feeling for a long time.

However, compared to pain-resistant training, this is nothing at all.

Enduring nausea and severe pain, Luo Leng sorted out the information obtained by clicking on the memory ball.

"Doublethink..."

Luo lowered his head slightly, and suddenly looked at Jiujiu who was being molested by Jin.

Regarding the ancient humans and restorers, he finally got part of the truth.

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