Gourmet Hunter

What exactly is different?

Luo has no idea.

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

At the central stone chair, the ancient human double-handed was naturally placed on the table, in front of the palm of his hand, is a book that he embodied.

The cover of the book is a grid of 7 vertical and 8 horizontal lines, and in the middle of the grid is a series of singularly shaped symbols, arranged randomly above and below.

Luo Silent looks at that ancient human, and that ancient humanity has a book that he embodies on the silent looks at the table.

This weird silence lasted about ten minutes before it was over.

If it weren’t for the butterflies flying above the flowers, it would be an illusion of Time Freeze.

Luo may be too busy in the ass, counting the time silently.

Counting to eleven minutes and six seconds, the ancient humans finally reacted, and saw that he reached out his right hand and slowly opened the book.

At the same time, a natural phenomenon occurs.

Ancient humans just opened the first page, and the flowers and trees transformed by the flute suddenly became ink-like liquid, which were absorbed into the opened pages, including those butterflies, which were not spared.

Luo complexion slightly changed, step forward, looking down towards the page opened by ancient humans.

On the pages of white books are not the expected images, but rows and rows of unknown symbols, crooked and crooked. Looks at quite awkward, giving Luo the first impression, that is, the score.

Although lacking in beauty, looks at does look like a musical score.

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

Luo’s eyes moved away from the page meeting, and the ancient humans looking towards him had the urge to lift the hood away, but he couldn’t do it, at best he could only think about it.

“First play a certain piece of music, realizing ordinary flowers and trees, and then put it in the book pages?”

“And this book is the prototype of the restorer?”

Luo scored that this is a new book, and there is a great possibility that ancient humans have recently realized it.

Memory continues.

Ancient humans slowly turned to page 2 and were blank.

Later, he turned between his hands and turned into a bow-shaped 3-string fancy instrument that played on the spot.

Between the silent, the storm suddenly changed color, and between a few breaths, a thunderstorm came.

Bang …!

A bucket full of lightning flashed from Luo’s eyes.

The gale brought heavy rains, raising a dense curtain of rain.

Luo couldn’t hear the sound and was not affected by the harsh climate.

As for ancient humans …

He was still sitting safely, wind and rain couldn’t get close to him, and he couldn’t even blow up the clothes, let alone books on the stone table.

After a while, he wiped the pages of the book. The lingering howling wind and torrential rain turned into ink-like liquid like the previous flowers and trees, and clustered into the pages of page 2, then became a series of incomprehensible Symbolic score.

If it is compared with the score on the first page, although Luo cannot understand, Luo can find the difference between the two.

The symbols on the first sheet of music are softened between strokes, while the symbols on the second sheet of music are stroked like swords.

Later, ancient humans turned out a variety of musical instruments.

Spranging up beads, like a musical instrument of the abacus, the cold crystal like snow appeared.

A thin sheet of iron with 21 nail rings hung with 7 thin-lined musical instruments inside, manifesting the corpse blood rain and the broken knife.

The stick is winding like a cane, and the brass-shaped musical instrument hangs on it, which embodies the tendency of the pack of wolves to hunt male lions.

A variety of instruments to cater for a variety of scenes.

In the end, these scenes turned into weird notes on the pages.

Luo keeps the scores of each page in his head and refers to the scores of the dark sonatas. For the time being, there is no correlation between them.

As an onlooker, he just looked at that ancient man transformed into a musical instrument that he had never seen before, and then one after another played a variety of unclear moods.

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

Honestly, after experiencing this memory chanting, Luo was half aggressive.

He thought that book was the prototype of a restorer, but there was no firm evidence to prove his guess.

He knew nothing about the instruments that ancient humans had transformed, nor did he find similarities to the dark sonata from multiple sheet music.

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

After all, dark sonatas are played by modern instruments such as violin or piano, and these instruments transformed by ancient humans are simply not hit by eight poles.

As such, it is really difficult for Luo to associate the dark sonata with ancient humans.

Perhaps, as rumored, the Dark Sonata was created by the Great Demon Lord and may have nothing to do with ancient humans.

In the absence of important information, thinking in ignorance is simply a waste of time.

Luo clicked on the third memory chant.

He didn’t know how long it would take to open these memory chants, but he had to go one by one.

Compared to black memory chanting, which requires personal experience as an onlooker, Luo’s preference is more inclined to directly inject white pictures and information into memory chanting.

Anyway, with that kind of semi-aggressive experience, Luo made up his mind to get rid of all the white memory thoughts first, and then contact the black memory thoughts.

The third white memory ball is opened, and the rays of light tear the darkness, and then the screen and text switch.

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

Luo didn’t stop, driving the 4th and 5th one by one …

More and more information about ancient humans and restorers, and even all kinds of strange existence, have been transmitted to Luo’s head.

The more points he opened, the more surprised Luo was.

He suddenly realized that most of the memories contained in many thoughts 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 memories between the restorers can be shared? Or do they have a connection that ignores distance?

Luo wondered, and kept turning on memory chanting.

Until the 30th point was clicked, Luo’s head suddenly swelled, and at the same time, he was alert, that is, to stop the action of opening the memory chanting.

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

eyes opened Eyes greeted by a hesitant Nick.

“Luo, are you all right?”

“Nothing.”

Luo froze for a moment, only to find himself sweating and nauseating.

I don’t know how long this has passed.

But this is nothing compared to pain training.

Endured with nausea and severe pain, Luo 愣 was sorted out the information obtained by opening a memory chant.

“A double thought …”

Luo bowed her head slightly, and suddenly looked towards the puppet being teased by Jin.

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