During this period, Chichen Itza was the most prosperous city in the Maya, and it was also the representative city-state of the post-classical period of the Mayan civilization, which also means that it had the largest collection of books in the Temple of Inscriptions.

And after Dialect scanned the collection of books stacked in the hall, the sun slowly moved to the west.

He threw the last book in his hand aside, and next to it were piles of neatly piled animal skin books.

No matter what, you have to show the etiquette of a time-space visitor, right?

Dialect thought, clapped his hands, looked at the empty and lonely hall, leaned directly on the stone chair, and slowly pondered what he needed to do for the rest of the day.

After less than 12 hours, he almost finished everything, which made him feel a little incredible, but it was reasonable. After all, this time travel can be said to have picked an appropriate time and an appropriate time. Place.

Of course, in the end, he also pretended to be a proper identity.

But now, he also felt a little tired of this role-playing game, perhaps more of a boring, originally planned to spend two days exploring the unsolved mysteries of the Mayan civilization.

But now, these unsolved mysteries have almost been solved, and I have also gained a lot of literature. Although there are still questions about the space-time line, it is impossible to get further answers in this time and space.

Perhaps, consider leaving without saying goodbye?

Dialect nodded, 762 kilometers is a long journey for him, and at the same time, he has no idea to change the life trajectory of this civilization, change their culture...

"Little girl, help me keep an eye on the surroundings. I will take a nap and wake me up at 10 pm!"

"Yes!"

Xiaojiao's voice came, and at the same time the light on the mask also dimmed, Dialect nodded, and slowly closed his eyes...

A happy decision!

……

A tingling sensation came from the **** of the right hand, and then slowly became numb. Dialect blinked his mouth twice, slowly opened his eyes, and hit him deeply.

"What time is it now, is it safe outside?" Fang Yan stretched his waist, then instantly collapsed on the back of the chair.

"At 10:00:21, the external situation has been displayed on the screen!"

With a hint of laziness at the beginning of his awakening, Dialect tilted his head, looked at the guard standing upright on the screen, and stood up against the table.

"Mark the best route and get ready to go!"

Dialect said, picked up the backpack next to him, put it on his back, opened the safety of the rifle in his hand, and walked outside following the route displayed on the light screen.

The moonlight casts a soft veil on the city, and then dotted with the little firelight in the city, and the stars in the night sky, Chichen Itza in this mountain forest looks extremely quiet and comfortable .

And a figure quietly walked out from the top of the temple of inscriptions, looked at the guards that were almost full of guards on the light screen, and walked down slowly.

"It's Sumner!"

As soon as the sound came from the front, then slowly, everyone turned their heads and looked over, shouting the name of God, and knelt down on one knee in the direction of the dialect.

Without answering, the dialect quietly followed the route navigation, the armor made of steel collided with the hard slate ground, and then made a soft sound.

"Great Eat Sumner, where are you going?"

The priest resting next to him was startled by the sound and ran towards him in a panic. Dialect looked at him, waved his hand helplessly, and said softly to Xiaojiao, "Retract the mechanical flying insect, release the aircraft, and detect the road ahead! "

A slight click sounded from the back. In the darkness of the night, the black aircraft quickly lifted upwards, and then flew forward under the control of Xiaojiao.

At the same time, the hatch above the arm opened, and several mechanical flying insects also flew back slowly.

"The aircraft has been set up, and the mechanical flying insects have been recovered!"

As Xiaojiao's voice sounded, Dialect nodded, looked at the clear route on the light screen, slightly bent his legs, burst into full speed in an instant, and ran directly into the distance.

"Our god, you are about to abandon your people..."

The distant cry sounded from behind, and the dialect turned his head slightly, glanced at the priest who was still shouting, nodded, and continued to run forward.

If you put aside the cruel sacrifice ceremony, in fact, this priest's senses are still good.

"Hey!"

A wooden spear escaped from Kuchzar's hand, pierced through the obstruction formed by the air, rubbed the dialect's head and flew forward, and then hit the hard stone ground ahead, trembling slightly.

Dialect watched, lifted his foot and stepped over the wooden spear, looked back with a strange expression, and appeared under the moonlight, a Mayan with scars all over his body, extremely strong, who was constantly carrying out various actions against him. provocative.

"Oh!"

Dialect tilted his head, an inexplicable smile hung on the corners of his mouth, and continued to run towards the outskirts of the city.

An adult with a knife to beat a group of unarmed children? Garen with full level 6 **** outfit to bully a cold ice who just came out of the spring and only has a Dolan sword on his body?

Fighting and killing, I hate it the most...

……

Seven days later, on a coast near modern-day San Jose, Mexico.

The waves kept hitting the golden shore, and after stroking the beach, they slowly receded.

The setting sun in the distance only had a blush left, reflecting on the sea surface, with a hint of softness and sighing, and the surrounding sea of ​​strife screamed and gradually returned to his lair.

And on the beach ~lightnovelpub.net~ near the forest, an army green tent is particularly dazzling, which is out of tune with the surrounding golden sand.

"Cut the song, cut the song, Zhang Weijian, a real hero!"

A voice called out from the shirtless mouth in front of the fire.

The prelude to the music began to be released. He stepped on the beat and followed the grilled fish on the fire. An aroma began to permeate, accompanied by a wet and salty sea breeze, but it had a unique taste.

"Lying on the battlefield drunk, listening to the screaming fights, laughing at the world, the fire tree and silver flower!"

"Several situations are powerful, but there are no scars, winning the king or defeating the bandit, the difference of a single thought!"

"In the moment of life and death, the arrogance will shine forever..."

Hum, he slowly turned his head and looked into the distance, full of confusion.

Lonely gull, setting sun, waves...

As if thinking of something, he turned his head, looked at the notebook and pen beside him, and slowly picked it up.

Turning to the first page, looking at the blank page, he bit the cap of the pen, and slowly put the tip of the pen on it,

"Always remember, don't give up your own life..."

One sentence, with a comma, he looked at it, but didn't know how to write it down. The sky had slowly darkened, and everything had returned to calm again.

A burning smell came, he was stunned for a while, looked at the fish on the fire, and let out a wailing,

"My fish!"

The voice spread far and wide in this peaceful coast. A sea crab slowly emerged from under the crack of the stone, danced its big pincers, and then retracted again.

The notebook was thrown to the side again, and under the sway, it was slowly closed, and a large line of characters landed on the cover recklessly - the manual of time and space interference...