Chapter 575

Shua!

In Ye Yu's mind, the lottery wheel spun quickly.

"Stop!"

The slender pointer finally points to an object.

"Drop! Congratulations to the host for extracting the slate of destiny. "

"This is"

Ye Yu stroking something that suddenly appeared on his palm, and gave a light cry, "fate stone?"

The raffle item that appears in Ye Yu's hand is a gray brown slate. The slate is finger thick, palm size, roughly triangular.

What makes the leaf feather strange is that the edges of the two sides of the triangular slate are straight and tidy, but the bevel is very rough.

The triangular slate seems to have broken down from a large one.

"The object of the lottery will never be an ordinary slate!"

Ye Yu meditates and rubs his fingers against the surface of the slate.

Yeah?

Leaf feather suddenly a Zheng, the sensitive finger abdomen felt the road dent in the slate surface, seems to be the text?

Ye Yu's face solemnly rises, this slate seems very unusual!

Move your fingers gently, and scan your belly line by line on the stone slab.

The sensitive touch makes the dents on the slate clear in the mind of Ye Yu.

It's true that it's written, but the words on it are very strange, like the disappeared Maya civilization!

If ye Yu did not have the talent of a literary master, he would not recognize this kind of writing.

"... the rebirth of fate has been opened, and the gods will return to their hometown. The next year of apocalypse is the coming of natural disasters!"

Ye Yu's fingers have touched the edge of the slate, and the words recorded on it have been repeated silently in his heart.

"What does that mean?"

Ye Yu's face shows a solemn look. What's recorded on this stone plate is not sure whether it's true or not. If it's false, it's better to say.

But if it is true, reincarnation will be reopened, and gods will return, what does this portend?

/>A moment later, Ye Yu shakes his head for unknown reasons, and then collects the slate with the storage ring.

At the same time, the Church of light, St.

In front of the statue of the God of light in the church, Saint saya, the Archbishop of the Illuminati, stood with his eyes closed.

Through the clear glass of the church, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on Saint saya.

The golden sun seemed to envelop itself in a divine light.

Dada ·

a crisp step rings from the marble floor.

A bishop in a scarlet robe stood behind St. Saia and said respectfully.

"The chancellor, the high priest has heard that there is a change in the slate of fate!"

Saint saya opened his eyes slowly. It was a rare age, but his eyes were not turbid. On the contrary, they were very bright and divine.

"Is it finally about to start? I don't know if it's good or bad for us! "

Saint saya's voice is mellow and deep, which makes people feel close to each other.

In the attic at the top of St. Cristo's church, a gray brown slate is enshrined on the altar.

The stone slab is one finger thick and one foot square, but its lower right corner lacks a piece of palm.

On the surface of the stone slab, we can see the dimples of the road, which form strange characters one by one.

An old man with a long white beard knelt in front of the stone slab and prayed in a devout silence.

"High priest, what is the revelation of the slate of fate?"

St. Saia stood behind the high priest and asked.

For a long time, the high priest opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

"Just now fate stone shakes, that incomplete corner has appeared!"

"What?!"

Saint saya exclaimed, "where is it!"

"East!"

For a long time, Saint saya sighed, "what a pity!"

"There will be a chance!"