At night, the Fire Temple finally quieted down, although they were crazy, they also knew how powerful the ghosts were.

They hid in the house, and one by one they did not dare to come out.

"This year's harvest is too bad," the old man at the head of the slaves calmed down, thinking in his heart, "It would be nice if the god of fire could appear and help us through the famine, if the god of fire could not be revealed, let's think of another way; ”

He was a fanatical believer in Vulcan, but at this time, he was also calm.

"When the envoy of the Minister of Wealth arrives here, he must covet the Fire Temple, and the Fire Temple cannot be lost in my hands, but we must not starve to death. ”

He thought to himself, and had an idea.

Outside the Fire Temple.

A little boy was hesitantly standing outside, looking inside.

He saw four tree-lined crosses, and he felt lost.

"What about my sister, what about my sister?" said the little boy to himself.

"Mom and Dad don't want us anymore, they want to sacrifice me to the gods, what about my sister? Where is my sister?"

He was a little agitated, walking back and forth in front of the cross.

There was a pile of ashes under the cross, and he stirred with the ashes. He had lost a lot of things in his memory, he remembered that the god of fire did not accept their sacrifice, and then they were brought here, and the angry people were shouting to hang them. He remembered the quarrel between his parents and his father's call of them sins.

He couldn't remember how he had been separated from his sister.

He broke a branch, bored with the ashes, he was waiting for his sister, and he believed that she had not gone far.

He found a stone in the ashes, and he had something strange about it, it was his stone. Then he had found the ashes of a rag doll, and he was taken aback.

"It's my sister's rag doll, it's my sister's rag doll, why did it burn, how did it burn?" he wondered very much, "No, my sister's rag doll can't be burned, it can't be burned, it has to be the same rag doll as before, it has to be exactly the same as the original!"

He muttered.

The ashes suddenly moved, condensing into a rag doll, exactly like her sister's rag doll.

"This is my sister's doll!" he said with great joy as he picked it up and patted it with a smile on his face, "my sister will be very happy to see it." “

He sat there, quietly, and said to himself, "Where is this little mad girl?"

He was thinking, holding his cheek in his hand.

"My name is Yang Xuan, are you called Yan?"

A child a little older than him jumped down from the walls of the temple, sat down beside him, and asked him.

"Yes, why don't I know you?" Yan Fei asked strangely, "Are you from our Fire Temple?"

"No," Yang Xuan said with a sigh.

"Why did you come out of the Fire Temple early in the morning, did you come last night, how did you know me?" Yan asked him.

Yang Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky.

He had some unbearable feelings.

He sighed and said, "Uncle Nine and I rushed over when we heard the news, I didn't expect it to be a step late, and when we came, everything was late." ”

"What's so late?"

Yang Xuan was silent for a moment and asked him, "When you suddenly find that your relatives are gone, will you be afraid?"

"Yes. Yan felt that Yang Xuan was very amiable, and he was close to this little brother from his heart, he said.

"I'm here, so you don't have to be afraid. Yang Xuan said.

"Well, I'm not afraid. Yan said that he suddenly felt that he trusted this little brother who was not much older than himself.

"Brother, where are you from, and why have I never seen you?" he asked.

"I came from the Great Wilderness, and now I live in the Dou Temple, which is only more than two hundred miles away from here. “

Yan felt very envious, he had never walked out of the Fire Temple.

"You take my hand and see. Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and said to Yan.

Yan stretched out his hand to Yang Xuan, and he was stunned when he saw his hand pass through Yang Xuan's hand.

"Are you a ghost?" Yan asked, "Ghosts are all shadows, and they can't be pulled." “

For some reason, although he felt that Yan thought Yang Xuan was a ghost, he was not afraid of him at all.

"No, you can pull it again. Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to him again.

This time Yan grabbed Yang Xuan, and he felt that Yang Xuan's hands were a little cold. With such a big sun, he actually felt that his hands were cold and cold.

"Are you sick?" asked Yan with some concern.

"No," Yang Xuan said, "Are you waiting for your sister?"

"yes, I'm waiting for this minx. Yan said, and then, he raised the rag doll in his hand and said, "Look, this crazy girl burned all the rag dolls, and I restored the rag dolls." ”

Yang Xuan looked at the rag doll and asked, "Do you want to find your sister?"

"Of course, I'm just waiting for her, she really doesn't know where to go crazy!"

"You can see her, Yan, trust me. He pulled Yan outside for a while, and then he asked Yan to look back at the Fire Temple and asked, "Look at the Fire Temple, do you feel familiar?"

"Of course, I was born in the Fire Temple, this is my home, and of course I am familiar with it. Yan said.

He suddenly shouted violently: "No, I'm Yan, I'm Yan, this is my home, I'm Yan!"

He became very agitated.

Yang Xuan grabbed his hand tightly and said, "You are Yan, you are Yan! You are not anyone, you are Yan!"

Yan gradually quieted down, and he closed his eyes.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, his pupils changed, and in his pupils, a flame appeared, a raging flame.

"You're Yan!" Yang Xuan said as he held his hand tightly.

"Who's in front?" the ghost man on the bone horse shouted from afar, he was a little scared in his heart, this was to embolden himself.

Because, he saw a fire in front of him, a raging flame.

Fire saw a man riding a tall horse, he yelled at himself with a very bad attitude, he instinctively got out of the way, he didn't speak.

He was scared in his heart.

"General of Bingzhou, you better go back, the matter here has nothing to do with you, don't get involved in this matter. ”

Yang Xuan said to this ghost lord with a pleasant face.

Lord Ghost looked at him, thoughtful, and then said to Yang Xuan, "Little brother, we seem to have met many times, I believe in you." ”

He rode on a bone horse, took his men with him, and walked away without looking back.

Yan looked at Yang Xuan and said, "Thank you." ”

Yang Xuan pointed to the Fire God Temple again and said, "This is your home, this is indeed your home." ”

Yan's eyes became hotter and hotter as he looked at the Fire Temple.

A sculpture of the god of fire suddenly flew out of the temple, and Yan felt that he and the sculpture of the god of fire had become one.

He suddenly felt refreshed and very comfortable, and he felt that he was very powerful, powerful enough to ignite the air and ignite it all.

"Congratulations to the god of fire!" several gods congratulated in the void.

Yan looked at them, and suddenly a familiar feeling rose.

He immediately understood, he was not Yan, he was not Yan, he was fire, he was the god of fire.

He's the god of fire!

The god of fire, one of the twelve main gods.

"Traitor, you can't change anything, our gods are destined to rise, you can't change anything!" In his mind, there was a scene of the god of war roaring, "You gods, you have been corrupted, after the rules of heaven and earth are perfected, you should return to dust and earth to earth." ”

He didn't speak.

"You are behind the times, the rise of our race is the trend of the times, you will become history! and we will eventually replace you as omnipotent gods. ”

The god of war was also roaring at him.

He was defeated.

"You, high up, always feel that you are in control, you are rotten and declining, and there is only the end of the road!" roared the god of war, who smashed the flames with a single hammer.

He looked up, high on Mount Olympus, the Father looked at it all with indifference, he knew that his fall was inevitable, and he knew it many years ago.

He is the main god, but he is not a god of the Titans.

The reason why he is still the god of fire is because the gods of the Titan tribe have no one who can serve as the god of fire and suppress the way of fire.

He found a way out in Lethe River early and built a temple for himself, and all his plans were so that he could be reborn in Lethe River.

His figure, through the space, appeared in front of the Divine City.

"Fire Dao Friend, congratulations on returning to the throne, the Way of Fire, you can't do without Fire Dao Friend," said one of the gods, "Lord God, in the end, it is still Huo Dao Friend." ”

"The Father is just confused for a moment, and he has neglected the behavior of the God of War, and the Father has already punished the God of War. One of the gods continued, "Divine City, we need Fire Dao friends. ”

"You're Yan, you're not anyone, you're Yan. A clear voice appeared in his mind, it was Yang Xuan's voice.

He remembered, he was not fire, he was fire.

He was born in the Fire Temple, he has parents and a younger sister. His parents were slaves of the god of fire, and he and his sister were also slaves of the god of fire.

His father confessed to the god of fire for betraying the god of fire, but the believers of the god of fire did not let him go, and the believers of the god of fire sacrificed themselves and their sister, but the god of fire did not respond. The slaves did not know that the Vulcan had an accident and believed that the Vulcan had not forgiven his father, and the slaves hanged their family.

His parents were hanged, and his father believed that he and his sister were the source of everything.

He and his sister were also hanged.

His soul remained, and his sister didn't know where he went, and his parents didn't know where they went.

In his hand, there is also a rag doll, a very ugly rag doll, this is his sister's rag doll.

My sister died.

He knew from afar, and legend has it that after a person died, he would pass through the Nai He Bridge, and he would drink Meng Po soup, and after drinking Meng Po soup, he would not remember anything.

He was very anxious, he was afraid that his sister would drink Meng Po soup and forget about himself.

He saw the Yellow Spring, an old man in yellow clothes standing on the bow of the boat, he was strong, suppressing everything, and he saw the Nai Ho Bridge, where the ugly Meng Po was pouring Meng Po soup on the souls who had returned to the Netherworld.

He saw his sister, and saw Meng Po pouring his sister's Meng Po soup, and his sister was held by black and white impermanence and couldn't move.

"Sister, sister, sister, don't drink, don't drink!" Yan was shouting, but it was useless, his sister couldn't hear his shout, he saw his sister looking in the direction of the Fire Temple, his eyes were full of attachment.

"Don't let me drink, don't let me drink, I don't remember my brother when I drink it, I don't forget my brother. "My sister is pleading.

It's a pity that it didn't work, Meng Po poured Meng Po soup for her sister.

The flames erupted, as if to burn everything, and the god of fire came again.

"Sister, don't forget me, don't forget. Yan turned into a tall man, he burst into tears, he pleaded.

He is the god of fire, but he can't go to the Netherworld, or even Lethe.

He is the god of fire, Lethe and Netherworld, unable to contain the god of fire.

"The gods of the Divine City, have you finished reading it, get out of here, don't be embarrassed!" The old man in yellow clothes sitting on a paper boat suddenly appeared in his field of vision, scolding the god of fire.

Vulcan felt his eyes darken, and he couldn't see anything. This old man was very terrifying, he couldn't bear the blow of this old man.

With tears in his eyes, he stroked the ugly doll. Although he felt that he had the power to ignite the sky and incinerate everything, he felt very powerless in his heart.

"Congratulations to the Fire Dao Friends on their return!" another god came, and they congratulated the Fire God.

"I'm not the god of fire, I'm Yan, I'm not fire, I'm Yan!" he denied.

There was a peace in his heart.

No matter who he used to be, however, he is now Yan, and he has a younger sister.

His sister's rag doll was still in his hands, and his sister had already drunk Meng Po soup.

He's going to find his sister.

"It doesn't matter who I used to be, but I'm a flame now. He yelled, "I'm Yan, not anyone else, I'm just Yan." ”

He cut himself, he cut the memory that belonged to the fire, leaving only his own memory, he also cut off the cause and effect of the fire, he is the flame, he is not the fire.

Whatever his past had to do with fire, but now he is Yan.

He is no longer the god of fire, he is only a descendant of the slave of the god of fire, and he is also a slave of the god of fire.

Together with his family, he was hanged in front of the Fire Temple, and the souls of his family had returned to the Netherworld, while he remained in Lethe.

His soul cannot return to the netherworld.

He fell in front of the Temple of Fire, and a moment ago, he was in the Divine City, and his mana was boundless and could burn everything. Now, in front of the Lethe Fire Temple, he is no longer the main god with boundless power, he is just a ghost with a restless soul.

"Inflammation. Yang Xuan patted him on the shoulder and called out to him.

"It's me, I'm Yan," he turned his head very calmly, he held his sister's rag doll tightly in his hand, and asked Yang Xuan, "I'm Yan, can I still see my sister?"

"Yes," Yang Xuan said, "as long as you are strong and survive, everything will be." ”

"But I'm dead, I've been hanged by the slaves of the god of fire. Yan said.

"Your soul is still there, your will is still there, so you can't say you're dead. Yang Xuan said.

Yan nodded.

"I'm not the god of fire, I'm Yan, I'm going to see my sister in the netherworld," Yan said, "The road to the netherworld is very far, the netherworld is very dangerous, I saw the old man in yellow clothes on a paper boat, he is very strong, he maintains the order of the netherworld, it is terrible. But nothing will bother me, and I will definitely find a way to go to the Netherworld to see my sister. “

Then, he hid the doll close to him, and he said, "My sister will definitely think of me when she sees this doll." ”

Yang Xuan nodded and said, "Actually, the Netherworld is not so terrifying, you saw the old man in yellow clothes sitting on a paper boat, his surname is Huang, known as the Venerable Rensheng, he is a very kind and good-hearted old man." “