(65) The imprisoned patron saint of the desert
"Are you here to save me?"
In front of the two of them, a huge red magic array almost identical to the red core stretched out from the small utility room, and a boy's voice came from there.
"Let's take a look?"
Tibina stood up and grabbed one of Rick's hands tightly.
"Shall we go then?"
Rick took a slight step forward, the utility room was only a dozen meters away from them, but in their eyes, it was tens of thousands of miles away.
"Hey, what are you two going to do, there's nothing here?"
Mei Zi shouted behind them, and in her eyes, this was just a normal rooftop.
"Yin and Yang? No, they are the most yin and the most yang?"
The strong man stood on the side of the stairs down and watched them, in his eyes, Rick and Tibina were surrounded by some special magical powers, and it was because of the cycle of those special magical powers that the two of them could see things that ordinary people could not see.
"That's ......"
Guode looked at the two people who were slowly walking towards the utility room, and sighed softly.
'Squeak-'
The old wooden door was pushed open, and the blood-red formation also became complicated in an instant, and suddenly an invisible force pushed the two of them into the utility room, and the small wooden door also closed the moment they entered.
"Help me, save me......"
"You are?"
A little boy in an earthy desert costume knelt there with his head bowed, his hands still grasping the floor, the sand and gravel on the floor had been dug out of a pit, and the boy's fingers were already covered with thick blood scabs.
"Are you here to save me?"
The little boy slowly lifted his head, and to his horror, there were two blood-red hollows where he should have big watery eyes.
"Tell me who you are!"
Ricka took Tibina's hand back a few steps and just touched the wooden door, Rick grabbed Tibina with one hand, and the other hand was ready to open the door and escape.
"Help me... Help me, or the desert will ......."
The little boy took a few steps towards Rick, he was barefoot, and even his feet had many wounds that he didn't know how.
"Don't come here!"
Rick tugged on the doorknob a few times, but the old wooden doorknob remained unmoved.
If he had done it before, he would have punched the little boy directly on the head, but when he found that Tibina's hands were sweating and his body was trembling uncontrollably, he panicked, Tibina's intuition was very accurate, weaker than her, she would never take a step back, stronger than her, she would calmly analyze how to get out of the predicament, and now she was almost about to give up thinking, so she almost cried and knelt on the ground.
"Ahh
The little boy didn't listen to Rick's persuasion, and still crawled forward, but when he was about to touch Rick's feet, a blood-red chain appeared, which ran directly through his palms, soles, and his slender neck, the little boy took a step back, touched the chains around his neck with his right hand, and then tilted his head to look at Rick and them with his empty eyes.
"You'reβ"
Tibina stopped trembling and turned to look at the boy with an inquiring gaze.
"Invisible, Asha invisible, Asha imprisoned, Asha's home, Asha's home......"
The little boy's swollen purple lips twitched, and two streams of crystal tears remained in his eyes, which should not have been shedding anything.
β...β
Tibina didn't say anything, she slowly crouched down, grabbed Rick's hand and gently tugged it down, then stretched out her jade-like hand to the little boy.
"Hah-"
The little boy took a breath, stopped crying silently, tentatively looked at Tibina's hand, and then slowly put his hand like an old tree root.
......
In an instant, the memories of a boy flooded into Tibina's mind.
...
"Asha, Asha - I'm a mother. β
"Asha is still a child, he can't manage the desert or anything!"
"Asha, don't make trouble, Mom is adding life to the desert. What is life? Life is a worm with small flowers, a little camel carrying a human being. β
"Asha, study hard, and in the future, you will take over this desert from your mother's hands. β
"Asha, you have to take good care of here, Mom, go back first, and when you're tired, come to Mom, okay?"
"Asha, mom is tired, ...... first"
...
"Mom, there's nothing in this desert, it's so boring, why do you love this desert so much. β
"Mommy, Mommy, do you see? There are some insects in the desert, and they have beautiful little flowers on their heads. β
"Mom, today I saw worms eating camels, and scorpions in black armor eating worms..."
"Mom, I see, life here is alive, living in its own way..."
"Mom, Asha misses you, the desert is still the same, come back and see me, okay?"
...
"Who are you! This desert belongs to Asha!"
"Are you going to take me to my mother? β
"You're all liars, didn't you say you should take me to my mother, why do you want to trap me!"
"Don't hurt the animals! they're going to die!"
"Do you say that as long as you have Asha's eyes, the desert will flourish and your mother will come back?
"Do you still remember Asha, return Asha's eyes to Asha, the desert is Asha's. β
...
"Asha? Rick, do you see it? He's the patron saint of the desert, and those people gave him, the desert. β
"See, anyway, just knock those people down, right?"
Rick wiped tears from Tibina's eyes, took her hand and prepared to go out.
"Bring back Asha's eyes, this, to you. β
Before Rick could get up from the ground, Asha grabbed his hand and looked at his chest, and in a few moments, a beating heart made entirely of sand flew out of his chest and landed on Rick's hand.
"Heart of the Desert, why?"
Tibina froze as she watched the heart fly into Rick's hand, the Heart of the Desert would only be given to someone if the Patronus of the Desert trusted him completely.
"Asha has seen it, I have seen it all, please help Asha bring Asha's eyes back. β
Asha grinned at his chapped and bloated lips, and the heart of the desert slowly melted into Rick's body.
"Tibina, let's go, bring back his eyes, and cut off this chain. β
Rick and Tibina stood up at the same time and opened the door to the utility room, but the moment they pushed the door open, the vertigo quickly took over their brains.
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