Huo Ling'er was locked in the Ximu Lingzhu, and he kept drifting along the river, and he didn't know where he went, in short, the good days ended after a huge earthquake, and since then he fell into boundless darkness, and the sound of the water was replaced by the strange sound of "gurgling", and the huge earthquake stopped for a while, but it would come from time to time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the darkness finally subsided, and there was red light from the outside world, he almost died of heat, so he fought desperately, and the heat quickly disappeared.

He feared that the red light would disappear completely, and the darkness would return, but the reality was not so pessimistic, and the light seemed to just go away, jumping through the beads. He now understood that the red light just now, and the extreme heat, all came from something called fire, and before he could study where the fire came from, he heard someone talking.

From generation to now, for so long, what he can hear best is the sound of water. As for human speech, he seemed to have heard it dimly, but the kind of human voices with different accents had only appeared in dreams, and it was still difficult for him to adapt to the fact that someone was really shouting at his ears and eyes at this time.

He didn't die, he picked up a life, his heart palpitated, he heard the movement of people so quickly, he was immediately shocked and frightened, and quickly stopped crying, and listened carefully with his ears stunned.

"Hey, I saw you moving, and you were screaming and crying, but why didn't you make a sound when I opened my mouth?" the man relented, and it seemed that he had to force him to answer. This time he listened carefully and recognized that it was a very immature child's voice.

"This is just a child, it shouldn't be hostile, am I too worried?" Huo Ling'er thought to herself, trying to see the person's appearance clearly from the bead wall, but her eyes were still astringent due to the stimulation of the red light just now, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The voice was still urging and shaking him gently.

This shake shook him awake, and he suddenly rejoiced, and thought: "This is a real person, and he still holds me in his hand! In this case, does it mean that I have left the river and been fished ashore? If so, am I a blessing in disguise and have finally set foot on the land of my dreams?"

At this thought he was all the more glad, but fearing that the man would think that the bead was empty, he let him go and went away, and hastened to reply in a voice as faint as a mosquito, "My name is Fire Bell, and I was born from this bead, and I have lived here for a long time! Who are you, and how did you find me?"

The beads can really speak, and the people with children's voices seem to be a little scared. However, he did not give up the beads, but was silent for a long time, presumably observing.

Seeing that the beads were not abnormal and would not hurt anyone, he was relieved and became more interested, and said happily: "My name is Nameless, and I have been living in this old forest in Cangshan." If you were a human being, how could you give birth to a bead? You still live in it? I guess you're actually a ghost! But I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm alone and unaccompanied, can you come out of the bead and play with me?"

The person who heard the child's voice sent out an invitation, but the fire bell couldn't ask for it. When I think about seeing the verdant land that I have been fascinated for a long time, I can't suppress my excitement.

Born for so long, it was the first time to leave the place where he was raised, he was uneasy and expectant, looking up at the top of the pearl, there was a small hole the size of a needle's eye on the top, which should be the exit to the outside world, so he tentatively twisted his mist-like body into a thin strip, and squeezed out of the small hole little by little.

As soon as he came out, he opened his eyes and looked around. Surrounded by it, it was no longer a muddy river, or rather, nothing.

However, to his disappointment, although there was no water flooding him, he did not see the green land, and everywhere was pitch black, only the shadows of the ghost trees, dangling in a dark light.

He learned from Ji Xuanyuan's memory that this kind of darkness is called night, and compared to the bottom of the river, night is probably not so terrible.