The throat bone lowered his voice: "Then I will keep looking for it, until the end, I find out the guy who controls everything behind the scenes!"

Saladin: "You don't know what you will face... Throat bones, small things always regard arrogance as courage, while powerful things regard caution as wisdom. When we truly face the abyss, You will find that everything is insignificant in front of the abyss."

Throat bone: "Your pessimism and withdrawal make me feel sad. How can you know that all this is in vain if you don't try?"

Saladin was silent for a while, and then said: "The throat bone, when I was young, I had the same thoughts as you. I was full of vitality and felt that I was omnipotent. I thought that as long as I kept going up, I could save the whole world. Eventually, we will discover the truth of the universe and see the final truth."

Throat bone: "Then what is it that killed your fighting spirit and dissipated your will?"

Saladin: "It's reality."

"The more you learn and the more you know, the more you will fear the world."

"Those thieves and gangsters who have not read any books and can't listen to any reason always feel that with the knife in their hands, they can continue to grow stronger and eventually become the king of the world; but those scholars who have spent their entire lives studying and learning But the door of truth is always trembling, and even asks for help from the ethereal gods, in order to obtain a moment of inner peace."

Saladin's muddy eyes stared at the direction of the ceiling, and the inner voice echoed in the throat bone's mind: "Our fear and cowardice are not due to laziness in inquiry, but from the growing unknown. We see. The more we learn, the more we learn, and the more we think, the more we can discover that the unknown of this world is constantly expanding, and the more we can feel our own insignificance and powerlessness."

The throat bone looked at the roof between the holy whites, and in the gap between the bricks and tiles, a ray of light could be vaguely seen, reflecting the vast sky outside the house.

Looking down at the old man in the coffin, the voice of the throat bone is no longer as strong as before: "You should know why I came today."

Saladin's tone was so flat that no fluctuations could be heard: "Come and persuade me to join the ranks of the dead."

Throat bone: "Yes."

Saladin: "Actually, you don't need to spend such a lot of trouble. I have heard some things about the necromancers. You can force me."

Throat bone: "I can do it to other people, but you can't."

Saladin: "Why?"

Throat bone: "What I need is your approval. Forcing has no meaning."

Saladin: "Why do I need my approval?"

Throat bone: "Because you are my teacher."

A smile appeared on Saladin's face: "I never remember taught you anything."

Throat bone: "In the past, I was obsessed with revenge, obsessed with strength...It was you, and you taught me to open my eyes and pursue something bigger..."

Saladin: "This is not my credit. Among my students, only the best people can find the way forward in the chaos. What I give you is only inspiration. What really guides you is your heart. "

Throat bone: "This is the first time..."

Saladin: "The first time?"

Throat bone: "I admit that I am your student for the first time."

Saladin laughed. Even though his body was damaged, his laughter mixed with coughing still spread throughout Saint White.

"The throat bone, who is your teacher, it doesn't matter, the key is, have you slowly approached the truth in your studies?"

The throat bones stretched out the bones of the palms, resting on the edge of the coffin, and said to Saladin: "What on earth? I can know that I am approaching the truth, not far away from it?"

Saladin did not continue to use thinking dialogue, but opened his mouth with all his strength, with a weak but firm voice, and said directly: "Try, correct, reflect, try again... Keep... keep it until you... finally confirm ."

The throat bone sounded a little puzzled: "I remember you just said before that the pursuit of becoming a **** is an endless cycle of dead ends, why are you now urging me to keep trying."

Saladin raised his hand slightly, held the metacarpal bone of his throat, and said, "Becoming a god... is not the ultimate goal of pursuing the truth. It is just a means, a method, and what is really important... is during this journey. , You must constantly seek the true meaning of existence."

"Why do we... exist? Why do gods exist? Why does this world... exist? How should everything... exist in the future?"

After saying these words, Saladin panted hard, his lungs undulating like a broken bellows, and even the sound of sneered and broken breath could be heard inside.

The throat bone said to Saladin: "Stop talking, I can hear what you think in your heart, this can help you save energy..."

Saladin waved his hand, and under the surprised gaze of the throat bone, he sat up from the coffin staggeringly.

"I'm fine, in fact, I feel better now."

Saladin said, adjusting her posture, trying to make herself more comfortable.

The throat bone helped him sit down and found that Saladin's face gradually warmed up with a little blood, which made the former suddenly realize that the latter's time is running out.

The two were silent for a while.

The throat bone looked around the room. In the white and flawless hall, there was only a huge coffin, nothing else.

"As the caliph of the Empire, your funerary is not even as good as those of ordinary people."

Saladin waved his hand indifferently: "These are all I requested. Instead of letting those expensive funerals lie down with me, it is better to distribute them to those in need so that they can maximize their value. What's more, I I have brought more valuable things with me."

Saladin patted her body, causing her throat bone probe to look.

At the bottom of the coffin, there are neatly arranged layers of books.

Saladin carefully touched these books: "Most of these are my collection, and some of them come from my students and friends. For me, they are my greatest wealth."

The throat bone looked at the book in the coffin, speechless for a long time.

But Saladin seemed to be in interest. He turned out one book after another, and after opening it, he interpreted them one by one with joy.

As time passed, Saladin's body became more and more drowsy, and his breathing became heavier.

He arranged the books next to him, selected one of them and handed it to the throat bone: "Read it for me."

The throat bone opened the book and said softly: "Before the grace comes, they ask you to announce the punishment as soon as possible. Many punishments and punishments have indeed passed away before them."

Saladin slowly lay back into the coffin and whispered: "Yes... there is no cause, where is the effect."

The throat bone said again: "Are blind and non-blind people the same? Are darkness and light the same? They have established many partners for God~lightnovelpub.net~ Can those partners create all things like God, so that they Can't you tell the two creations?"

Saladin said a word softly, but the throat bone did not hear clearly.

The throat bone said again: "He is my lord, and there is nothing to be worshipped except him. I only trust him."

Saladin lost his voice.

The throat bone looked down.

The caliph of the Empire closed his eyes, and there was a calm smile on his face.

Saladin passed away...

Two blobs of light blue fire light fluttered in the eye sockets of the throat bone a few times.

Close the book, gently place it on Saladin's chest, slowly stand up with his throat bone, and slightly lift his right hand in the air.

The heavy and huge sarcophagus lid floated into the air and slowly fell down to fit the coffin.

The larynx slowly walked towards the door between Sheng Bai and came outside. He turned around and performed a disciple ceremony in the direction of the coffin, and then folded his hands together, accompanied by the creak of the door shaft, Sheng The two heavy doors between White were closed tightly.

Looking at the palaces and cities in the distance, the throat bone whispered to himself: "It's time for a funeral."

"First of all, let's start with the burial goods..."

The throat bone spread his hands, and countless light blue particles overflowed from his body and plunged into the earth in an instant.

After a while, the earth began to shake, and countless cracks appeared on the ground, the grass and trees instantly decayed and died, and the river suddenly dried up and disappeared.

With a loud bang, the black parasite like sea water broke out like a fountain, submerging the center of the empire in an instant.

Wherever the Black Insect Sea goes, people’s screams and crying, and the sound of building collapse and collapse are spreading farther and farther in this city with thousands of years of history.

There is only one white holy white space that has become the only pure land in this purgatory.