Seeing that everyone was excited, the patriarch said with relief: "Since the natural disaster has passed, then everyone will pack up and prepare to go home." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Although our houses and farmland are gone, as long as there are people, there is hope!"

"Go home!"

Everyone packed up their things and set off, sweeping away the haze and fear on their faces, the young and strong young people couldn't wait to set off first, looking at them for the rest of their lives, a smile also appeared on Cheng Jingjing's face.

Although the torrential rain hit the valley, it could not stop the industriousness of the Uratha people. A month later, the homes in the valley were back to their former state, with children playing on the gravel paths and adults busy mrooming the fields, and the warm and peaceful days returned to them.

In a temple, the patriarch frowned and looked at the stone tablet in a daze.

Although the terrible storm had passed, he always felt that something was wrong. It stands to reason that on the day of the natural disaster, in addition to dark clouds and rainstorms, there were fireballs, but why didn't I see the latter, could it be that the ancestor who wrote this stone tablet was really carved indiscriminately as the silver bell said?

Suddenly, his gaze stopped at a stone tablet where several animals were carved into it. He used to think it was a beast in the mountains, but now it seems that it is a horse specially designed for people to ride.

Could it be that the fireball is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster?

The patriarch's head ached, and he felt that the blood vessels in his temples were about to burst. I saw that he was black and fainted without warning.

"Aunt Mei, is my godfather okay?"

"Don't worry, it's just that he didn't rest enough and fainted, he is old, you have to remember to remind him to rest more, don't always worry about the affairs of the clansmen. ”

In the room, Silver Bell was anxiously gathered around a bed. The man lying on it was none other than the old patriarch, who was found not long after he fell.

"Well, these medicines were fried on time for him to drink, and you will come to me if you have anything. ”

The man named Aunt Mei left after handing over a few packets of herbs to Yinling, and then the patriarch woke up slowly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why am I lying here, did I faint again just now?"

"You say you always go to the temple to see something," Grinling grumbled, "and that broken stone tablet is useless, do you really think it has a prophecy written on it?"

"Ling'er, I have to tell you something," the patriarch sat up with a serious expression: "It seems that I really shouldn't take in your two friends, the fireball written on the stone tablet may have been brought by them, and the catastrophe has not yet come, you hurry up and take them out of the valley, so there may be room for redemption." ”

"You're sleepy, aren't you?" said Yinling unhappily, "what do these strange prophecies have to do with them, and they have worked hard every day since they came to the valley, and they never trouble the people next to them, they just want to find a safe place to stay." ”

"Well, I knew you wouldn't listen," said the old patriarch with a sigh, "That's it, you're still a child, and you will grow up one day after eating a lesson." ”

"Why do you always treat me like a child, how embarrassing it is for others to hear!"

Silver Bell threw the herbs on the table and ran out in a huff.

In the evening, when the sky was full of sunset, Cheng Jingjing found the silver bell on a small hillside. The girl lost her temper and ran away, and the patriarch was worried about her, so he let himself come out to look for her, lest she would do something wrong when she was excited.

Not long ago, she lost her temper and hung other people's children from a tree, and the two parents ran to the patriarch and made trouble for several days.

"Finally found you. ”

Cheng Jingjing sat down beside Yinling, picked a small wildflower and put it on the tip of her nose: "The patriarch is very worried about you, let me come over and see what you are doing." ”

"What can I do, I'm just a kid. Yinling said to herself, "Could it be that I will still kill people and set fires?" He always treats me like a child, thinking that I am still the little baby who can only cry back then. ”

"Actually, you should know how to be grateful," Cheng Jingjing sighed and said, "It's good that someone cares about you, and the patriarch must protect everyone's lives, so it's normal to be cautious on weekdays." ”

"I see that he is suspicious," said Yinling, lying on the grass and looking at the sunset in the sky, "I will be out of the valley in another year, and then no one will talk in my ear." Hey, I've often heard you mention the capital, is that place fun?"

"It's very fun," Cheng Jingjing said slowly: "There is a place where the emperor lives called the Imperial Palace, and beyond it is the capital, there are one hundred and eight squares in it, and there are a lot of fun and delicious things sold in the market, and I will take you there to play when I have the opportunity in the future." ”

"That's great, I'll run to you when I find my parents......"

The two chatted for a long time on the hillside, and before they knew it, the sunset had long been replaced by the starry sky. Seeing that it was not too early, Cheng Jingjing shouted Yinling to go back together.

"Look, why does it look like there's a fire dragon over there?" asked Silver Bell, staring at the mountainside opposite.

Cheng Jingjing looked over there, and it really seemed that there was a trace of fire moving quickly. It's just that they are far away, and they don't see what it is.

"Oh no," she suddenly remembered the bloodstains she had found more than a month ago, and said to herself, "Could it be that the people in the capital discovered this place?"

"What, are those the people who are chasing you?" said Yinling anxiously, "I have to tell the old man about this quickly, and tell everyone to hide." ”

"Let's go back together!"

Cheng Jingjing nodded, and the two ran to the valley together. It was only a distance from the valley that when they returned to the valley, they saw rockets falling from the sky, and the people fled wildly in the raging flames.

"Damn," Cheng Jingjing didn't expect them to move so fast, and shouted to Yinling: "You go and save the old patriarch, take everyone to a safe place, and I'll deal with them!"

"You have to take care of yourself!"

At the time of the crisis, Yinling couldn't care so much, and after looking at her worriedly, he turned around and left. At this time, the mountain wind gradually rose, blowing the fire more and more powerful, many people were trapped in the house and could not get out of the house and burned alive inside, screaming and wailing in the dark night, like a hell on earth.

At this time, Cheng Jingjing's words sounded in her mind, and when the fireball fell from the sky, it was the day of Urata's demise. Could it be that this destruction is brought about by oneself?

She trembled all over, not expecting that she was the disaster star, letting a group of innocent people bury her.

"Madame, what are you doing standing here!!"

At this time, a hand stretched out next to her to shake Cheng Jingjing awake, and it turned out that the painting had found her in the fire. The painter shouted anxiously: "This fire can't be extinguished, let's leave quickly, if it is discovered by the soldiers, it will be troublesome!"

"No, I'm not leaving!"

Cheng Jingjing broke free of her, pulled out the soft sword on her waist, and said fiercely: "I want to die with that group of people and avenge the clansmen here!"