Illegal seal.

It once brought hope to all sickly people, but because of human greed, it became a semi-taboo product.

The air around seemed to be getting heavier little by little.

Jiangbianshu felt such a solemn atmosphere for the first time.

He remembered that Liu Bing said that engraving and sealing in the disease is to inject the power of fluctuations into his body and complete the inheritance.

But for some reason, judging from the coach's expression and Tang Shizi's words...

The next sign of the disease is not that simple.

"Are you ready?" Tang Weizi conveyed Qin Guanqi's will.

Qin Guanqi's expression was solemn that it seemed as if he had completed a transfer of royal power.

“Accurate…accurate…ready.”

It was obvious that nothing happened, but Jiang Jianshu, who was a mild cow, suddenly became a little nervous.

Qin Guanqi smiled slightly, and Tang Shizi understood it:

"Don't be nervous. Although the results of the Illegal printing are consistent, no matter who is engraved, it will not affect your future development."

"But the head coach's seal will let you see something else."

Jiang Bingshu didn't know what it was, but when he looked at Qin Guanqi's smile, his nervousness disappeared a lot.

Qin Guanqi also slowly raised his hand.

The extremely sacred golden light condensed at his fingertips.

It seemed like a dazzling golden star turned into a chess piece, which was sandwiched by him at his fingertips.

Watching the golden light at the fingertips keep approaching me...

Jiang Bingshu's consciousness suddenly became in a daze. The world around him began to break down little by little.

Just like the whole world was suddenly cut by countless thin lines and turned into a broken chessboard.

At some point, Tang Shizi once again held Jiang Bingshu's hand.

Qin Guanqi's fingertips also fell on Jiang Bingshu's forehead.

When Jiang Bingshu's consciousness was chaotic, Qin Guanqi's voice appeared in Jiang Bingshu's mind.

"In order to distinguish it from ordinary Jianyan's seals, the first coach at that time made further improvements to the Jianyan's seals."

"So that we who have received the engraving can sense part of the memory of the engraved person."

"These memories will be passed down from generation to generation and will be intertwined into a not-so-beautiful story."

"Ginger tree, you will meet many people in the next mark, but don't be afraid, they are all heroes."

"Follow their steps and they will take you through a long way."

Jiangbianshu doesn't know what this means.

As the coach's voice appeared little by little, the scene around him also changed tremendously.

The engraving of the disease begins here.

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...

The dazzling galaxy hangs above the head, and Jiangbians look at the magnificent starry sky above his head, feeling a sense of familiarity.

I feel like I am in an endless wasteland, and the world seems to be split, showing huge faults.

Below Ye Hua, there was a fault in front of him.

It's just that unlike his past dreams, the bridge exudes a brilliant golden luster.

And at this end of the bridge, there are many people standing.

These people have different shapes. Some people look very healthy, while others have almost lived a short life after marking their illness.

Some are young, some are old, there are men and women, and even teenagers.

They all stood at one end of the bridge like the ginger tree.

When the ginger tree appeared, these people looked at the ginger tree together:

"Have you come to the newcomer to cross the bridge again? I really don't know whether to be happy or sad."

The speaker was tall and burly. He was originally squatting by the bridge, enjoying the eternal night.

But as Jiangbing Tree approached, he stood up and walked towards Jiangbing Tree.

"Come here, boy, I'll give you it. When I saw you at first, I felt like I was in love."

Jiang Bingshu looked at the big guy who was nearly two meters tall and nodded.

Everyone around was surprised.

Because the person who stood up has a special identity.

When he stated that he wanted to send Jiangbian Tree to cross the bridge, many people did not move, but their eyes were full of respect.

This respect is for Jiang Bingshu.

Many people also stood up and walked behind the burly man.

The burly man smiled proudly:

"Come on, come next to me."

Jiang Bingshu, who was unknown to all this, recalled the coach's words and obediently walked to the burly man.

"My name is Yun Yingyang. What's your name?"

"Yes! My name is Jiang Bengshu!"

I always feel that these characters are big shots, Jiang Bengshu is like a newly enlisted recruit, and he has made a formal answer with great spirit.

"Hahahaha, good name, there are thousands of trees in front of the sick tree, a good omen! Let's go, let's cross the bridge!"

What does crossing the bridge mean? It seems to be related to the ritual of engraving and printing?

Jiang Bingshu nodded and walked side by side with Yun Yingyang.

The people following Yun Yingyang were also taking steps.

With many confusions, Jiangbianshu took a step forward and stepped on the golden bridge that shone brightly under the night.

At this moment, many pictures appeared in his eyes.

The streets were filled with strange sick marks.

The smell of blood organs in the breath, and mice on the streets were eating the bodies of the sick and dead.

The huge statue of the saint is broken.

A hero carrying the name of a saint has become an expelled evildoer.

From the perspective of a teenager, Jiang Bingshu saw the saints being besieged and expelled, and eventually sank into the thick fog.

"My brother is Yunchen."

"In this world, people who are not worried about lack of resources are not afraid of inequality. Those who are less resourceful are afraid of equality. Those who are more resourceful are arrogant and eager for more."

"Such unevenness has suddenly become a balance. My brother wants to break this balance. So he becomes a heresy."

"You can imagine the fate of my brother. After his death, I hid my identity and established a chess organization."

"In order to seek like-minded people, and to implement the will of the saints to expel the sick, I have improved the seal of the disease."

Accompanied by Yun Yingyang's voice, pictures flashed one by one.

In that desperate era, the saints went away, and the sickly people finally saw hope, but what they received was a more desperate rule in the sick city.

Those wills did not dissipate. With Yun Yingyang's efforts, the first generation of chess organization was established with the endgame.

"Our original intention was to establish an organization that confronts the four major groups of veterans and secretly engraves healthy people."

"Humans should not pursue pathology. We hope to implement the will of the saints and establish a new orderly era."

"But with our investigation, we found that the saint's departure and the real reason why my brother was expelled was not just the greed for power to consolidate human nature, but also deeper reasons."

"The saints are not ignorant of human nature, but there may be something even more terrifying in the thick fog outside the sick city."

"Just the chess organization back then, it is not enough to know more about the truth. And I..."

"I failed to reach the end I expected."

Yun Yingyang's voice disappeared.

The last picture that appeared in Jiang Bingshu's mind was Yun Yingyang in the disease domain.

"My end is here."

This strange disease area seems to be caused by a patient with blood pressure disorder.
To be continued...