, Renews the samsara great misfortune main latest chapter most quickly! ,最快更新轮回大劫主最新章节！ In the winter. 冬季。 The snowflake floats. 雪花飘飘洒洒。 The resident in this piece of mainland, even if destitutest person, pulls out in the pocket the last money, purchases the colored ribbon, food and sweet wine...... to celebrate the new year arrival. 这片大陆上的市民,哪怕最为穷困之人,也纷纷掏出口袋内最后一枚钱币,购买彩带、食物、甜酒……以庆祝新年的到来。 The time, entered in 1603. 时间在不知不觉间,进入了1603年。 Jenkins. 金斯市。 „Sells the report, sells the report!” “卖报,卖报！” A wear tattered coat, wears the duckbill cap, is conducting the arm the green cloth wrapper, the young face red newspaper boy, has run the street, yells hoarsely. 一个穿着破烂大衣,戴着鸭舌帽,挎着绿色布包,小脸通红的报童,跑过街道,声嘶力竭地叫喊。 He sees frozen stiff corpses, gathered up dead bodies the person to lift from the lane, puts above the carriage. 他看到一具具冻僵的尸体,被收尸人从巷子里抬出,放到马车之上。 In these corpses, part is the tramp of bankruptcy, part wears the work clothes, seems like the worker of unemployment. 那些尸体里面,一部分是破产的流浪汉,一部分穿着工作服,似乎是失业的工人。 At this time, turned into the ice-cold stiff corpse, gathered up dead bodies the person to lift the city to cremate. 此时,都变成了冰冷僵硬的尸体,被收尸人抬出城市火化。 Factory that braves the jet black column of smoke, just like swallowing the devil abyss of life. 那一间间冒着漆黑烟柱的工厂,宛若吞噬生命的恶魔深渊。 The sky is dusky, has the chill in the air of withering. 天空灰蒙蒙的,带着肃杀之寒意。 The newspaper boy shrank the neck, shook snowflake , to continue to clench teeth, goes through in the snowy area difficultly. 报童缩了缩脖子,抖了抖身上的雪花,继续咬着牙,艰难地于雪地中穿行。 ! 啪！ The ground is too slippery, he fell a tumble. 地面太滑,他摔了一跤。 Newspaper boy while losing center of gravity, raises the hand diligently, cannot make the newspaper on hand moisten the dirt, otherwise could not sell. 报童在失去重心的同时,努力地举起手,不能让手上的报纸沾到污渍,否则就卖不出去了。 „Young fellow...... I buys a newspaper.” “小伙子……我买一份报纸。” Fang Xian opens the door, saw that a little guy falls before own, is lifting up high a newspaper high, smiled. 方仙打开门,看到一个小萝卜头摔在自己门前,高高举着一份报纸,不由笑了一下。 „Good.” “好的。” The newspaper boy crawled to set out deftly, patted snow. 报童麻利地爬起身,拍了拍身上的积雪。 Fang Xian hands over a iron coin, harvested a newspaper, smiles: „Must come to sit the little while, drinks a hot tea?” 方仙递过去一枚铁质硬币,收获了一份报纸,笑了笑:“要不要进来坐会儿,喝口热茶？” „I......” “我……” The newspaper boy just want to reject, cold wind has blown. 报童刚刚想拒绝,一阵寒风刮过。 His whole body quickly grasps the meaning of something, bends the waist saying: „Thank you, the mister of good intention!” 他浑身一个激灵,弯腰道:“谢谢您,好心的先生！” „You can call my Mr. Loka.” “你可以叫我罗卡先生。” Fang Xian gave the hand signal of invitation, goes to the counter to make tea. 方仙做了个请的手势,去柜台上泡茶。 The newspaper boy raised the head, saw signboard- ‚gothic small commodity shop’. 报童抬起头,看到了招牌-‘哥特小商品店’。 Enters the glass door, the line of sight is somewhat dim, in the shop is suspending rows of shelves, from the colored paper, sausage, sucrose, toffee, to the hair clip and butterfly knot, as well as various types of cup small dishes and ornaments, piled up with the rack disorderly, one type will bump incautiously falls in the misconception of ground. 走进玻璃门,视线有些昏暗,店里面摆着一排排货架,从彩纸、腊肠、蔗糖、奶糖、到发卡、蝴蝶结、以及各种杯碟、摆饰,凌乱地堆满了架子,给人一种一不小心就会碰落在地上的错觉。 „Come, drinks one to warm-up.” “来,喝一口暖暖身子。” Fang Xian is smiling, has handed over the teacup. 方仙微笑着,递过茶杯。 „Thanks...... Mr. Loka, I am called Locker.” “谢谢……罗卡先生,我叫做小洛克。” Locker both hands hold the cup, the small mouth is sipping, felt that the body becomes warm. 小洛克双手捧着杯子,小口啜饮着,感觉身体变得暖洋洋起来。 He grows the tone, starts to take a look at Mr. Loka the counter before body. 他长出口气,开始打量着罗卡先生身前的柜台。 This counter separates with the glass, obviously inside commodity is more expensive. 这个柜台用玻璃隔开,显然里面的商品更加贵重。 Mr. Loka is with smile on the face, stands after the counter, the weak ray infiltrates from the window, is filling a feeling of heterogeneity and vicissitudes of history. 罗卡先生面带笑容,站在柜台之后,微弱的光芒从窗户外透入,充满着一种历史的斑驳与沧桑之感。 In that shadow, as if has anything to wriggle. 那阴影之中,似乎有什么东西在蠕动。 Locker rubs the eyes hastily, he as if saw a banding a moment ago the tentacle of sucker. 小洛克连忙揉了揉眼睛,他刚才似乎看到了一条带着吸盘的触手。 But now looks again, absolutely anything does not have, is only one group of dark. 但现在再看,根本什么都没有,只是一团黑暗。 „Little fellow, you seem interested to my collection commodity.” At this time, he heard the words of Mr. Loka. “小家伙,你似乎对我的珍藏商品挺有兴趣啊。”此时,他又听到了罗卡先生的话语。 „Yes.” “是的。” Locker lowers the head hastily, pretends to watch in the show case the appearance of commodity. 小洛克连忙低头,装作观赏玻璃柜台内商品的样子。 „Well?” “咦？” He discovered, the commodity in counter, indeed unlike shelf above. 他发现,柜台内的商品,的确与货架之上的很是不同。 The necklace that grips the puppet baby , not the well-known animal teeth string together with the straw, and black crystal ball, under has the strange white bones claw foundation tray...... 用稻草扎成的玩偶娃娃、不知名兽牙串成的项链、以及黑色的水晶球,下方有怪异的白骨手爪底座托盘…… In addition, material quality unknown black cane, several appearance unsatisfactory hard shell notes. 除此之外,还有材质不明的黑色手杖,几本卖相不佳的硬壳笔记。 „This is the voodoo baby from West nomadic nation, the King necklace and divination crystal ball of place of Eastern sunrise...... can help the person seek for money the nether world cane, but you are careful, the black spirit will come out momentarily, frightens you to jump......” “这是来自西方游牧民族的巫毒娃娃,东方日出之地的王者项链、占卜水晶球……能帮助人寻找金钱的幽冥手杖,但你要小心,黑色的幽灵随时会出来,吓你一跳……” A Fang Xian each article is introducing: „Naturally, I most favorite commodity, these books...... this is my poetry anthology!” 方仙一件件地介绍着:“当然,我最得意的商品,还是这几本书籍……其中这一本是我的诗集！” „...... It is very good!” Locker instantaneously this Loka shop owner and saw these profiteers that frequently, peddle the small thing equate. “很……很棒！”小洛克瞬间将这位罗卡店主与自己经常见到的,兜售小玩意的那些奸商划上等号。 „What kind of? The young fellows...... the collection of today's head store, hit fold the sell.” “怎么样？小伙子……今天本店的珍藏,都打一折出售哦。” Fang Xian is looking at Locker, suddenly appears a strange smile. 方仙望着小洛克,突然浮现出一丝诡异的笑容。 ...... …… Locker head is somewhat dizzy, until going out of the store, was stirred up by everywhere wind and snow, slow god. 小洛克脑袋有些晕晕乎乎的,直到走出商店,被漫天风雪一激,才缓过神来。 „What did I...... I make?” “我……我做了什么？” He is pressing the temples, feels an acupuncture pain. 他按着太阳穴,感觉一阵针刺般的疼痛。 In unceasing holding back, some fuzzy memories appear. 在不断按压之中,一些模糊的记忆浮现出来。 Oneself...... seemed to be , persuaded by that Mr. Loka probably and probably, what thing purchased? 自己似乎、好像、大概……被那位罗卡先生说动,购买了一件什么东西？ He calls out in alarm one, immediately touches approaches own pocket. 他惊呼一声,立即摸向自己的口袋。 Was short of just that iron coin that after the discovery purchases the newspaper, grows the tone. 在发现里面只是少了刚刚那一枚购买报纸的铁钱之后,才不由长出口气。 A money of newspaper, he can also leave. 一份报纸的钱,他还出得起。 „Well?” “咦？” Locker touched oneself bosom, discovered when there does not know, are many a notebook of black title page. 小洛克摸了摸自己的怀里,发现那里不知道什么时候,已经多了一本黑色封面的笔记本。 He remembers fuzzily, oneself as if using an iron money the super preferential price, purchased the poetry anthology of shop owner. 他模糊记得,自己似乎用一枚铁钱币的超级优惠价格,就购买到了店主的诗集。 Locker opens the flyleaf, wants to look that this shop owner wrote anything, as the newspaper boy, he knows some words. 小洛克打开扉页,想看一看这位店主到底写了些什么,作为报童,他还是认识一些单词的。 But cannot think, just opened the notebook, a dizziness feeling throws on the front surface. 但想不到,刚刚打开笔记本,一种眩晕感就迎面扑来。 Hissing...... 嘶嘶…… Rustle...... 沙沙…… The ear of Locker thunders, just like the signal not good radio, accepts massive static. 小洛克的耳朵轰鸣,宛若信号不好的收音机,接受到大量的杂音。 His throat tumbles, some gastric disorders want to spit, closes the notebook hastily. 他喉咙翻滚,有些反胃想吐,连忙将笔记本合上。 Locker does not dare to read the notebook again, does not dare then to look at one, binds the body hastily, broke in the wind and snow. 小洛克不敢再看笔记本,也不敢回头看一眼,连忙裹住身体,冲入了风雪之中。 ...... …… „The choice of destiny......” “命运的选择……” The Fang Xian arm surrounds, looks at this, the corners of the mouth is bringing back a happy expression. 方仙手臂环抱,望着这一幕,嘴角勾起一丝笑意。 He turns head, is looking at that darkness, opened a door conveniently. 他回头,望着那片黑暗,随手打开了一扇门。 The smell of blood greets the nostrils. 血腥味扑鼻而来。 The secret room center, is a washer qualitative autopsy table, all around covers entirely the solidification the dark-brown trace, as if had own life, is sending out to wail. 密室中心,是一座铁质的解剖台,四周布满凝固的暗褐色痕迹,仿佛拥有了自己的生命,正在发出哀嚎。 This messed with the blood of too many different kind, but mutation of birth. 这是沾惹了太多异类之血,而诞生的异变。 Above the surrounding wooden frame, the glass jars, inside thinks of various organs according to groups. 在周围的木架之上,还有一个个玻璃瓶,里面分门别类地装着各种器官。 For example the claw and scale person's Ghoul the lung, hunting dog eye and wait/etc...... 比如食尸鬼之爪、鳞人之肺、猎犬之眼等等…… This is according to the record of Hopskin, some conducted research. 这是根据霍普斯金的记录,进行的一些研究。 Until now, Fang Xian dares to say oneself have a thorough understanding of the complete knowledge that Divinity Ascendant Hopskin left behind completely. 直到现在,方仙才敢说自己完全吃透了登神者霍普斯金留下的全部知识。 These days within, Lost God Order vigorously is also developing, but followers' day and night summon, has almost not affected to quiet Tribulation Power. 这段时间之内,失落之神的教团也在蓬勃发展,但信徒们的日夜呼唤,对沉寂的劫力几乎没有丝毫作用。 This also made Fang Xian determine, if oneself summoned slowly, within two years are unable to restore the strength absolutely, not to mention went a step further anything. 这也让方仙确定了,如果自己这么慢慢呼唤,两年之内绝对无法恢复实力,更不用说更进一步什么的了。 But the end arrives, the antique rulers arrive or regain consciousness, perhaps will not pay attention to the average person, but in own position standard, the big probability will be paid attention. 而末日一到,太古支配者们降临或者苏醒,或许不会注意普通人,但以自己的位格,大概率会被关注。 ‚Really......, only then that means......’ ‘果然……只有那个办法了么……’