Chapter 113 Is This What Is Called Divine Communication?

After the long-faced man was burned to charcoal, the raging flames gradually died down.

As the guards gathered, the boys, girls, and guests around him gradually returned to silence.

It was at this time that the girl, Triss, blinked her light blue eyes and shouted excitedly:

"Mr. Magician's performance is great!"

Her words made everyone around her turn their eyes to her.

However, at this time, the boy's body trembled slightly, which made him turn the silk thread violently and sweep around.

At this time, the conversation in the crowd rose again.

And beside the banquet seats that had been set up, the conversation between the two men rose and fell:

"Magic show? Did you invite a magician?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it before, maybe it's a surprise? Maybe there will be other performances." A man in a dark brown morning suit responded to this question.

"Performance? When is it scheduled?"

"Based on the current situation, any time is possible. It's not strange to perform when the airship explodes."

The man in the dark brown suit said with a smile.

"Airship explosion show, what kind of strange performance is this? Some people were burned to charcoal."

"Yeah, this is obviously caused by the flamethrower of the police station, right? I don't know how they did it, Oak, right?"

However, as the two talked, their eyes turned to the man who had been silent beside them.

The man was not tall, at least much shorter than the charred corpse. Compared with the two people who were talking, he was also wearing a morning suit, but the color was light gray.

"I don't know either." The man responded, looking at the charred corpse calmly.

"How could I not know? Aren't you the organizer?"

The man in the dark brown suit looked at him strangely.

"Keller, isn't it very clear? This person was not arranged by Oak and his men."

Another voice sounded.

The man called Oak nodded to this sentence:

"Yes, so I said I don't know."

"Then make it clear. Who knows what you want to say." The man in the dark brown suit coughed.

However, the man's answer was somewhat unexpected:

"The error between expression and understanding? It is indeed a problem."

Oak rubbed his chin with his right hand:

"A person's thinking logic has formed a system. It is not uncommon for different concepts to be input into the same sentence and understood as different meanings."

"Ah? What are you talking about? What thinking logic, what concept?"

Both of them were a little confused.

"Nothing."

Oak glanced at the guards who were dealing with the charred corpse, turned and walked towards the front seat of the banquet chairs:

"Compared to those, it is better to talk about the sun stone that your company got."

"Oh, I have something to say about this."

The man named Keller straightened his clothes and said with shining eyes:

"Didn't the myth of the sun god say that the sun god was swallowed by black, his legs were taken away by giants, his head was taken away by strange birds, his eyes were eaten, and his arms were torn apart by hounds, and his hand bones were taken away"

"Why do you talk about this story?" Another person took over.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, listen to me, according to the description in the myth, the sunstone is the blood of the sun god, right?"

"All sunstones are excavated from the sea."

"The earliest discovered sunstone was found by fishermen while diving."

"Sunstone is related to the ocean, that's for sure."

Keller sat on the chair, watching other guests sit down, and continued:

"The shape of sunstone is spherical, which may be related to seawater."

"We believe that sunstone may be some special mineral that fell from the universe and formed this shape after falling into the sea and cooling."

"So, the mining sites have always been selected in the sea and various waters."

"And the mining based on this idea has been successfully realized many times."

"Then, the question is."

Keller raised his right hand:

"The blood of the sun god turned into sunstone, then, the other parts of the sun god"

"So that's how it is. Is that the way to understand it?"

The man named Oak pondered for a moment:

"The myth of the sun god is an exaggerated and artistic rewriting of a major event in the past."

"Your company believes that the myth of the sun god is a story that was created by a meteorite fall in the past?"

His words made Keller nod:

"Of course, what other reasons are there besides this? Is there really a sun god?"

As he said this, he laughed out loud:

"If there really is a sun god, it would be better if he died."

"If you can create a sun stone, which can be said to be an eternal energy source, then if the sun god, as the source, really exists, wouldn't humans have no room to resist it?"

"And, if there really is a sun god, there should be traces left by it, right?"

"But, no? No traces of it were found."

Keller shrugged his shoulders.

In response to his words, the man named Oak just stretched out his hand and swiped it on the table with water:

"Have you confirmed the seabed? Maybe the palace of the sun god is on the seabed."

This sentence made Keller stunned.

But soon, he spoke again:

"The place where the meteorite fell is in the middle of the sea."

After saying this, he said:

"Isn't that the palace of the sun god?"

After saying this, Keller showed a look of realization:

"That's right, if we can find the specific place where the meteorite fell, we may find a sun stone bigger than the furnace of the sun god."

However, just when he said this, Oak, who was sitting opposite, suddenly laughed:

"Hehe."

"What's wrong? Oak, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just didn't expect it to be called the furnace of the sun god."

"The pronunciation of 'furnace' and 'skull' is different."

"What are you talking about? The words for furnace and skull are different."

"Ah, really? I never found that what I said would be understood directly and appear in my consciousness in a familiar form."

There is no light, no text, no intuitive form.

How to say it?

When a person speaks English, it will be directly presented in Chinese in the mind of a person who only knows Chinese.

What a magical translation mechanism.

Should this be called "spiritual communication"?

Yao Yan thought.

If he was right, he was not transferred to a certain trial space, but he was in direct contact with the spirit of a certain trial space. It was this process that he understood in this form.

P.S.: I have never slept from 9 am to 7 am since I was in junior high school. In a sense, it is a rare experience.

The same is true for typing on the subway and bus.

I didn't send it before 7 o'clock, and I broke my promise.