Chapter 2 Prologue Jailbreak

When the young man came to the middle of the long ramp to Wheat Milling Hill, he heard the bell. He stopped and looked up.The sound of the bell came from the depths of the blue-gray cold fog, instantly piercing through the thick fog.The young man felt his legs tremble. A bell struck the Great Clock Tower. The young man stood upright, not knowing what to do.He knew exactly what the ringing of the bell meant.However, it was the first time in my life to hear such bells with my own ears. As soon as you board the "wheat milling hill", you can see that those partners who are working will also stop pushing the hands of the "big wheel of blame" like him, and they will stand upright.He wanted to run up quickly and blend in with his companions.That's a hundred times better than standing there with indescribable fear.

However... is it only fear that appears here?The young man pressed his palms to his chest, which was wrapped in black. These "unknown monks", as the name suggests, do not have their own names. In the past, they were not even considered as individuals.They are just here—the clones and fragments of the "nameless land", just fragmentary parts made to embody its will. no soul! Nevertheless, because of this, in this eternal land liberated from the shackles of the times, dwellers were born in the container that should have a soul.Visitors who once visited this place from other worlds—from places of life with names and colors called planets and states, they called the dwellers in the body of the "unknown monk" by various names.That is the feeling and the heart, or what you might call human nature.

In short, that is the dweller where young people now hold their hands. There is no time here.Without time, daily life cannot be formed. The "unknown monks" only need to repeat the activities on the "wheat milling hill" and the guards of the "ten thousand books hall".Although there is no rest time, there is no fatigue either.If there was any unexpected movement here, it would be clouds and fog. A visitor once asked: Don't you feel bored here? What is boredom? It's just tired, it's just tired.Anyone can feel that way when they do the same thing over and over again.

"Unknown Monk" is not "who", "Unknown Monk" is not anyone, they will not feel bored. The young man felt a shudder in the depths of his thin body under the thin black clothes.He really doesn't know what ennui is.But at this moment, there is a completely opposite feeling here. The part that produces the opposite feeling also has reality. The young man discovers that somewhere in his body, in the hollow shell where his soul should be, is waiting for a bell to ring. The event happened!Events are developing! It won't be long before a new visitor arrives here!

I look forward to this! The young man clenched his hands over his chest and clenched them into fists.He closed his eyes and felt the trembling in his body grow stronger. The ringing of the bell continued.The fog on the young man's bald head condensed into small water droplets, and then flowed down the temples.The long exhaled breath turned into white mist, and the mud of the ramp covered his bare toes. Soon, chanting songs faintly floated along with the flowing green mist.The young man opened his eyes and looked up to the top of the mountain.Can't see anything yet.The blue mist is still floating, and chanting songs come from the depths of the blue mist.what!It's guys!

Staring at it, I gradually saw the pine torches they were holding, like elves flying staggered up and down, erratically, approaching here lightly. The "Unknown Monk" team went down the mountain.They were young people, part of young people, and young people were part of them—the team of the Black Monks. Same bald head, same bare feet, same voice, same appearance.They are not only countless teams, but also equal to one person. The young man finally let go of his fist, echoed the voice and stepped into it. I am them and they are me.buddies!There is something hidden in the chest of the young people that the melody of the songs chanted by the partners does not have.

As they walked down, the sound of the bell became louder and louder.The chanting song was swallowed by the green mist, and the roof of the "Wanshu Palace" appeared and disappeared in the green mist curtain.The young man stopped again as he retreated to the end of the group, while holding his breath. Looking up at the blue mist, he muttered words. He escaped from prison! The war is about to begin!