"Bang-" The closed stone door was easily slammed open, and Gordon rolled all the way to the place, fleeing the stone house, as if he saw the strange fierce light cast by the eyes of the "horse thief".

A swift wind swept through the street, and the stone gate slowly closed. Gordon pinched the bulging treasures in his arms, roughly seven or eight pieces. Previously, he chose to trade because he couldn't figure out the reality of the evil ghost, if it was feasible, how could the evil ghost dare to take out so many treasures? In the same way, the evil spirit did not rob the body of a horse thief, which shows that it was also subject to trade. This means that in the stone house, both parties may have to abide by the deal, or the consequences will be worrying.

He now chooses to rob hard, firstly, the evil spirit is restrained by the minotaur and is powerless to stop it; Second, he deliberately delayed the time, causing the evil ghost to use the horse thief's corpse without waiting for the third question, which can be regarded as a violation of the transaction between the two parties. Therefore, he resolutely took action, and really retreated, without suffering any accidents.

Before he could take a closer look at the harvest, an even more violent yin wind swept in from all directions, surging like a tide, almost making him unsteady on his feet and difficult to open his eyes. The rapid air currents rushed and vibrated in the sky, and one after another void caves appeared, like whirlpools constantly spinning, and from them poked out of the mysterious and gorgeous bands of light.

The space was staggered again in Gordon's vision, the streets were folded, the stone houses were distorted, the ground was flickering and approaching, and the fanged spirit species sensed the strange cries one after another.

Minotaur! Horse-faced spirit! Hook the soul! Devouring Spirit...... Gordon "saw" more than a dozen anti-lifeforms poking out of the vortex, their faces strange and hideous, and greedily looking around.

Without exception, these anti-life beings feed on weak geisman spirits. In mid-air, a huge horse-faced spirit pupil glowed green, and suddenly spat out a long tongue like a rope, rolling a geist out of the stone house.

Gordon's heart was shocked, and he suddenly understood the way to escape from the ghost town.

Suddenly, the fanged spirit seed was shining brightly, jumping endlessly, and inexplicably gave birth to a strong hunger and thirst.

"Kid, you're not hurt, are you?" Lying on the back of the saffron, the black baboon gritted its teeth and inhaled, the violent jolting causing the wound to burst again, blood gurgling through the bandaging cloth.

"Uncle, I'm doing well, how are you?" Saffron straightened up, gasping violently, her clenched flute blade thrust into the chest of the demon opposite. Somehow, the demon froze abruptly during the fight, allowing the flute blade to pass through his chest.

"Oh, haha, I'm good enough to do a couple of bullfights! Kid, do you do bullfighting? The black baboon laughed, his hand pressed tightly on his left rib. Although the poison was healed, the wound did not heal, and due to the lack of medicine, the place where the carrion had been cut off began to ooze cloudy pus again.

"I didn't learn." The crocus shook her head, and they had stepped on a dry mudflat with barren vegetation, and now it suddenly became intertwined, as if it were swaying back and forth, creating overlapping shadows. But his feet were as smooth as usual, and he didn't feel a trace of strange tremors.

"That's not going to work! Little ghost, the bullfighting dance can attract the screams of the bar ladies the most! Hehe, it's a pity that you're still a chick and don't understand the taste of a girl, tsk. ”

"I understand! Didn't Browning say, 'Life is precious, but love is even more valuable.'" 'Uncle, have you ever loved the little and the little girl? ”

Saffron felt the body on her back tremble, and it was quiet for a long time before he heard the black baboon's melancholy voice: "There was once such a barmaid, who loved to laugh, and her big eyes were like emeralds, no, more beautiful than emeralds." She wanted to read, but she couldn't read, so she kept pestering me to teach her...... Hey, little ghost! Now isn't the time to talk about that, is it? ”

"Uncle, what about later? Why aren't you together? Saffron asked curiously, waving her flute and cautiously leaning forward. The surroundings look distorted and misaligned, but in reality there is no change. He tentatively took a few steps forward, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Later, ......" The swift wind drowned out the sound of the black baboons, and the turbulent current "hissed" and the mudflats were lifted up in patches, scattered and splashed, and rained down. "Smack!" A small piece of hard object smashed into the crocus, and his flute stopped and swirled at will, eliminating the impact, and the hard object stopped steadily on the narrow flute.

The corners of the black baboon's eyes twitched slightly, this is not a hard fight with a hard bridge, but a delicate and delicate fighting technique, which only a professionally trained person can do. He looked at the boy, his lips squirmed, but he was silent after all. The wind swept up the mud and stones, and it hit the body like a storm, and it was impossible to tell whether it was pain or numbness.

"It's—" Saffron grabbed the hard object and scraped away the thick layer of dirt from it, revealing a white bone with sharp forks. "Fish bones?" He rubbed it a few times in surprise, picked up several more mud blocks nearby, knocked off the mud shells, and examined them carefully.

"This is the Black Star Mirage, this is the shell of the spiny snail crab, this piece is a bit like coral, this is the fossil of the shark tooth fern......" Saffron cried out in a lost voice, "Uncle, could it be that this hellish place was originally a sea?" ”

"Enlightenment Epic!" The black baboon looked startled and blurted out.

"That prison of hell,

Once to the vast starry sky.

The terrible desert,

Once covered with a sea of bountiful harvests. Saffron chanted aloud, turning her head to look at the black baboon. The two looked at each other and sang the last stanza of the epic in unison:

"At the beginning of the long river,

The eyes of the demons look down on the world, descending from the sky and the heart.

The tree of life groans in pain during the sacrifice of the harvest.

Captive pigs and sheep are in blood and fire, eager for new life. ”

Saffron opened her mouth wide and shouted, "Uncle, isn't the Enlightenment Epic made up casually?" ”

The black baboon was stunned for a moment, the Enlightenment epic is a troubadour poem handed down from ancient times, and unlike other ancient poems, it is regarded as the most difficult poem because of its high and low tone, unusually strong ups and downs, and excessive range span. Usually only bards with first-class voices dare to perform the epic of the Enlightenment in public.

"That terrible desert once covered the sea of abundance. Doesn't that mean that this was once the sea? Saffron said excitedly.

The black baboon hesitated, "Maybe it's just a coincidence. ”

"And what about 'the tree of life groaning in pain in the sacrifice of the harvest'?" Saffron's eyes lit up and she spitted and said, "Could the Tree of Life be the Tree of Destiny?" Why does the tree of life in our hearts magically disappear after we die? According to the Epic of the Enlightenment, it was harvested? Could it be that a demon did it? Otherwise, why does the poem say that strange demons come down from the heart? ”

The black baboon smiled bitterly: "What the hell is a little ghost, it's really whimsical." Many ancient epics are foolish, and only fools take them seriously. In the epic of the Enlightenment, it is said that 'the eyes of the demons look down on the world', but are they watching us from heaven? ”

Speaking of this, he looked up at the dark and deep sky above, and the wind swirled like a cry. The black baboon suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and gave birth to a terrible chill.

"Not necessarily, uncle. But what does the "pigs and sheep in captivity" refer to in the poem? Hey, uncle, look—" Saffron cried out in shock with round eyes.

A huge gray building looms like a ghost. And just now, it was clearly an empty open field in front of me.

The black baboon changes color abruptly.

"It's here again!"