Time seems to be the most elusive thing in this world. I can't tell from the sensations in my limbs that I www.biquge.info how long I've been in the dark.

Yes, I went into darkness again, but this time, I was awake.

I just wondered in the dark, guessing who this great sage was and where he was going to take me.

I just followed him and walked and walked. It seemed like a century had passed, and finally he stopped.

"What? Arrived? I asked.

No one answered me. At this time, I realized that the arm that he had been holding had already been shaken with my pace. This man is long gone! Or rather, no one is pulling me at all!

This thought makes my scalp tingle, isn't this the plot of the ghost hitting the wall?

"Is there anyone there?" I shouted loudly to all around, hoping that if someone heard me, they would take me out or give me some light, and second, I wanted to judge my surroundings by echoing.

No one answered me, and I couldn't hear back.

In the silence I sensed a wave of air coming towards me, and I reached out to block it, or it didn't stop, or just staggered it, and then the left side of my face was slapped so hard that it instantly made me a little dizzy.

The fanned thing swung back, and this time I grabbed it. It's an iron chain, a chain thicker than my arm! God open my eyes, I hope my face is not broken.

The chain may have been stuck somewhere before, I don't know why, the stuck owner of its things was loose, so it fell off, just hit me. It was a great one, and I was able to see some light around me in the pure darkness. Even though the light was so faint that I could barely see it. I think maybe I didn't open my eyes at all.

I struggled to turn around and get up, clutching the chains and standing firm. Something like a stone fell from me. I coughed, and the echo told me it was supposed to be a downward cave, as they reverberated above my head. In my head, it was like a well that had collapsed. The light shone from the top of my head, and I felt strange stones of all sizes piled up irregularly next to me, which confirmed my suspicion of a cave-in.

Where there is light, there should be an exit. I pulled the chain and stepped on the rocks around me to climb up little by little, and soon I came across an obstacle. A long stone bar blocked the way, and the only gap was too narrow for my head to cross. I felt the direction of the two ends of the stone bar, and on the right side of the stone bar I felt the edge, which was stuck in the chain link. I grabbed the chain and leaned back to stomp my foot into the middle of the stone, trying to break it.

I did it. After the stone bar broke, the other stones that it had blocked on it began to fall downward, as if it had been constipated for a long time and then unblocked, and the stones all fell on me in one fell swoop, and I held the chain and buried my head tightly between my arms.

After a loud bang, all the stones fell clean. I shook my head and continued to climb up. The hole looked much clearer now, and there was indeed light there. There is also a fishy smell.

Twenty minutes later, or whatever time passed, I crawled out. The sight I saw when I crawled out of the hole scared me silly. It was surrounded by fog, and in front of it was a stinking black swamp that looked like a round shore made of stone, but was actually a pile of human bones. I say human bones, because the skull is human, and the rest of the bones may be animal.

God, where is this!?

Didn't I just have a meeting with a group of people? Then I thought I was blind and everything I saw melted into the darkness. Someone took me a long way, and then I was hit with a chain ... That's right! My face! In my rush to escape, I didn't have time to pay attention to my spanked face, and now that I think about it, during the time I first started to climb out, I did feel like my face was rotten, and I even felt like my left eyebrow bone was shattered. I reached out and touched it, and sure enough, my face was a blur of flesh and blood, and I could already feel my teeth, and up I could feel the swollen temples and the broken brow bones under the flesh. It's bad luck, I hope I get out alive.

I looked up at the thick fog, and there was light streaming through it. I think the way out should be on it. Obviously, this stinking swamp doesn't lead me to the light.

The environment here is unsanitary, and it is not known how many bacteria there are. The wound on my face was exposed to the air, and there must have been a foreign body in the wound. It's not good, I might get some kind of disease, and I might even die here before I can go out and infect others.

I need to get out of here as soon as possible!

I tried to climb the bone-stacked wall with my bare hands, it was a bit high, and several times I climbed halfway up, and because I couldn't find a suitable place to stay, I fell down and started again. In the end, I happened to find all the footholds along the way, and I finally got through that thick fog. Above the fog was a huge circular chimney-like valley, clinging to the walls, densely packed with houses, high and low stacked on top of each other. At the very top there was a large tree, its roots hanging in the air, the ends of which were intertwined and hanging there. The branches of this tree are quite luxuriant, forming a beautiful umbrella shape that covers the entire round valley densely. The light source in the cave was the tree, which glowed with a near-pure white light, illuminating everything here, even under the fog, its light had an effect. Of course, in the hole where I woke up, the effect was greatly reduced.

I walked around the bones, and it was really too big here. I found a slender stone staircase in a corner, the width of a foot, and I leaned sideways and went up a little bit. The road was much easier, and the stone steps connected to a house, and I found a ladder to climb up inside. Climb out of the ladder and I'll be on the roof so I can walk on all the roofs.

I had to stop and go as I climbed up the roof, and it had taken me too much energy to climb up from the bottom. Since I drove Xiao Yu away yesterday, I have been busy tidying up the house and have not eaten a mouthful of food. He moved some things, most of which I had paid for. I sold him for a million, and that little bit was a commission for him.

As I climbed halfway up the valley, I heard footsteps, which I guessed might be someone who lived in it. I turned and hid in the next room.

Footsteps echoed across the valley top, urgent. I tilted my head a little out to look outside, and at this moment, I vaguely felt a kind of pressure, like something invisible was on my shoulder, and I felt a little strained. As the footsteps got closer and closer, the pressure became stronger, and finally I didn't even have the strength to stand up, so I could only half-kneel on the ground, holding my hands against the wall and gritting my teeth to support me.

"Nini." The footsteps came to me in a blink of an eye, and a man's voice shouted above me. I tried to look up, but now I didn't even have the strength to kneel, and my hand holding on to the wall felt like something was about to break, forcing me to put my hand on the ground. My back was pressed so hard that it was like a jack of stone falling from the top, and my body couldn't bear this amount at all.

The man, probably seeing something wrong with me, quickly reached over and covered my eyes, and then picked up the stone I had carried on my chest. He whispered something to the stone, and as he let go of it, I felt the necklace around my neck loosen a little, and the tremendous pressure disappeared in an instant. At this time, exhausted, I no longer had any strength, and my eyes were dark, and I fell to the ground.

I fell asleep for I don't know how long, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already lying in a very dimly lit room. It should have been the man who saved me.

I was about to get out of bed, and as soon as I lifted the quilt, the door to the room opened, and the person who came in turned on the light in the room.

In good light I had a full view of this room, one bedroom. It was a large bedroom, with a bed in the middle of the bedroom, and on the opposite wall hung large red curtains on the left and right of the floor, which should be silk according to the reflectivity. The curtain was through, extending from the wall opposite the bed to the back of the bed, and was hung from the top with two thick hemp ropes, each with two silver bells tied to each of them, each the size of a palm. Ropes are tied to the wooden ceiling, and the light shines through the slots in the ceiling, illuminating the patterns drawn on the ceiling. The pattern is divided into two parts because of the suspended ceiling, on the left is a large group of people in strange costumes standing on the clouds and looking at the right, and on the right are three mountains, the tops of which are all in the clouds. I looked down at the bed again, and it was a large, irregular wooden tread, and the collapse was a single piece, which must have been cut from the trunk of a huge tree. The wooden collapse was covered with animal skins, and it was on this animal skin that I slept. One meter outside the bed, there is a 30-centimeter-wide flow trough that surrounds the entire bed made of wooden piers. The sink is made of glass, and a light strip is installed at the bottom to let in the light. The water in this sink was flowing, and I didn't see where the source was. The water vapor rushed up from the sink, keeping the room from drying out, and the dust could not be seen floating in the air. The door of the room is on the right side of the room, and on the left side of the room is a large floor-to-ceiling window, and there is a corner next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and from the corner to the outside of the floor-to-ceiling window, it is a semi-open-air bathroom, surrounded by a bamboo forest, and the bath inside is sinking to the ground, but I sit on the bed and can't see more details. Turning his head, on the right wall, on each side of the door, was a vase of shiny rattan weaving. I think I'm pretty much done, and the rest is just bits and pieces, which don't have much to do with me. I only care about the general environment here, and if I encounter danger here, the things I just described can be a lifesaver. But who has the final say, you still have to play on the spot.

The people who came in were carrying the food, and I smelled the meat, saliva secreted in my mouth, and I was ready to swallow the meat in my stomach at any time.

"Let's eat something first." The man handed me the food, and I glanced at him, and I made a note of what it looked like, and then I focused all my attention on the food. Obviously I don't know him, but by the time I'm done eating, maybe I'll know him, who knows.

I got out of bed and sat on the floor, picked up my chopsticks and grabbed the meat on my plate, and ate the rice in a big gulp. This is the dish of Fog City, and Xiao Yu and I have to cook for him every day during the months we stay, so I am still very familiar with the dishes.

While eating, the man sat across from me and looked at me. Ten minutes later, after I had eaten a large bowl of rice and all the meat and vegetables, I drank a saliva and rushed the food that was stuck in my throat into my stomach, and then I leaned against the side of the bed and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"Have you eaten enough?" He spoke with a smile on his face. This person has a delicate face, and his smile gives people a sense of steadiness. I quickly swept my eyes over his face, and my gaze fell on his shoulder, and even when I was wrapped in clothes, I could tell that this man's muscles should be perfect.

"Where is this?" I asked.

"Home." He answered me.

"What happened to me before?" I asked him. Judging from the fact that he was able to easily help me get through that huge pressure, he was a great character. He didn't kill me in that case, so he shouldn't hurt me for the time being, and he knows my name, so he must know me. Now I'm in his place, and I'm going to be careful in everything.

"You fell under the big chasm before, and something went wrong with you when I found you." He said.

"What's wrong?" I didn't understand what he meant by the big crack, but what I wanted to know more was why I couldn't stand up at the time, what was weighing me down.

"Your... Identity was taken away. He hesitated when he said the word "identity," as if to think about what word should be used to define it.

"What do you mean? What does this have to do with the fact that I was about to be crushed to death? I continued to ask.

"It's complicated to explain, specifically that there's a part of you that isn't in you. That's why you can't carry something. ”

"What?" I was completely blinded and didn't understand what he was talking about. Maybe he's playing tricks.

"You've lost something, and you've been taken away. Do you remember who took it? He asked me with a frown.

I didn't know what he was talking about, and how could I have known who took it. If I had to say that I had lost something, it would be only memory. Can memories be taken away? Has the world come this far? As far as I know, no.

I didn't speak, he didn't ask, he packed up the bowl and went out.

I sat alone on the floor next to my bed, thinking about what to do next. I remembered my face that had been broken by the chain, and I reached out to touch it, only to find that my face was intact. I couldn't think of an answer for a while, and because of the lack of oxygen in my brain after eating, I was a little sleepy. So I slept again.

When I woke up again, I felt full of energy, and someone had put a clean set of clothes next to my bed, which meant inside and out. There was a note pressed on my clothes, telling me to take a shower and change clothes when I woke up. From the time I slept in this bed until now, I had been wearing a strange set of tattered clothes, and the shoes on my feet had been taken off, but they stinked so badly that I would never have eaten a bite of the meal before going to bed had it not been for my madness from hunger. The man could really bear it, and sat with me and watched me eat like that.

I quickly took off my socks, then took off all my clothes and threw them on the floor, running to the bath behind the floor-to-ceiling window. The pool is filled with water, steaming hot, and the air smells of sulfur, which is supposed to be a hot spring. I dug some water from the pool and washed my feet vigorously on the ground until it was almost dark, and then I went into the pool and soaked my whole body in the water. After entering the water, the mist is shrouded, and the bamboo forest in front of you is sprinkled with speckled sunlight between the branches and leaves. This decoration, this object, the more than two million yuan in my hand will never be able to buy this kind of house. But where am I now? The man said "home" and did not give the exact location of the place.

After taking a shower, I changed into clean clothes. When I washed my hair, I noticed that my hair was much shorter, before my hair was waist, but just now I saw in the mirror that my hair was short like a young man. When I looked in the mirror, I also looked at the face on the left, and there was really no wound at all. But even if it wasn't broken, at least there should be bruises, but there was not even a single acne on a white and clean face.

I walked out of the room, there was a big living room outside, the living room was very airy, the sea breeze was blowing in through the two large open sliding doors, and I even heard the sound of the waves. Walking to the middle of the living room, I could see the blue water, which was very close, less than 200 meters from the house.

"Third Miss, you're awake." Someone behind him was talking. I've heard Tsering call me that, so I know the man is supposed to be talking to me. I turned around and saw an old man with gray hair. Isn't this old man the same person we had yesterday in the hot spring hotel! He was one of my companions, and before I could ask his name, I went into the darkness. Now that he's in front of me, is it possible that we're being arrested again?

"Why are you here?" I walked over quickly, grabbed the old man's hand and asked, "Where is Ah Cheng?" What about Tsering? Where did everyone else go? ”

"Third Miss, the young master will be back in a while, if you don't understand anything, just ask the young master." The old man replied to me politely.

"Young Master?" I didn't understand what he was saying, but the next second I thought if he would be a traitor or a traitor among us. Ah Cheng said that they couldn't find me after my accident, and they were all arrested later. I guess that this whole thing, including my accident, must have been revealed to the person who texted that person, otherwise how could the whole team be broken at once. Wait, I just used the word "team"...

"Third Miss, breakfast is ready for you, will you eat it now?" The old man saw me in a daze and asked me.

I nodded and asked him to bring his breakfast.

For breakfast, it was xiao long buns and clear rice porridge, and I felt that these people could always come up with food that was in my liking. But when I think about it, I don't seem to have come up with any food that I don't like. I ate my buns and watched the sea, and the waves crashed on the beach. The clock on the living room wall shows that it's 9:30 a.m.

Where is this? There are hot springs, there is sea water, there is bamboo.

Can't think of anything. I sighed, shoved the last bun into my mouth, drank the last sip of clear rice porridge, and walked out of the living room.

Outside the sliding door is a planked terrace with a small square table and a few chairs aside. I walked down the terrace with my feet on the soft sand, and it reminded me of something.

The campfire, the sea breeze, the food, and a few other people eating with me, laughing, hugging and crying. My memory stopped here. I couldn't remember the faces of those people, I couldn't remember why I laughed and I cried, I couldn't remember what beach it was, what we ate. I can't remember all the details, but if I remember correctly, the dinner in my memory did happen. That vague memory gave me a faint heartache, which was a bad feeling. I don't know what happened, but I have to be emotionally involved in it, and it affects my judgment. I'm in a very passive position right now, and more and more problems make me feel like I'm on the wrong side of something, definitely a big one that could cost me my life at any moment.

"Nini, what are you thinking?" The man who brought me food yesterday didn't know when he was standing on the terrace behind me. When I saw him coming, I immediately put away all my doubts.

"Tell me about what happened after you entered the rift."

I turned and went onto the terrace, sat down cross-legged on my chair with my feet crossed, and set my eyes on the shore. I don't know the crack he's talking about, he was saying it yesterday. I don't know what kind of character he is, and I'm worried that my expression will reveal flaws, so I can only ignore him.

"Did you see Gal in the valley?" He asked me.

He knows me, he must know Gal, and maybe he knows more. He asked me if I had seen Gal, could it be that Garr had gone to that valley?

"See." I replied. Actually, I hadn't seen Gal in months, I had no idea where she had gone, in fact I didn't know anything about her.

"Then you also saw Ah Cheng?" He continued.

"I saw it too." It's true, I only met Ah Cheng yesterday or the day before yesterday.

"Looks like you've regained some of your memories." He said. I nervous, but there was no reaction on the surface.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"But you forgot about me." He frowned as he said this. "What are your plans now?"

"Tell me, where is this?"

"This is Orlante. Not the real Orlante, of course. This is my place. ”

"You know Orlante?"

"I know a lot of things." The corners of his mouth went up and said, "Including that game." ”

That game! Sms! How does he know? I subconsciously touched the necklace I was wearing around my neck, only to find that the original necklace was a stone, and I don't know when there was an extra ring.

"Where's the rest?"

"It's been a year since that game, and the others are safe now." He answered me.

It's been more than a year?! What do you mean?

"It's March 2, 2016, and your memory is from February 2015."

"I've been in the valley for a year?"

"No, you only stayed for two hours, and then I found you."

"Why am I in the valley?"

"That's a long story." He said. At this time, the gray-haired old man brought a plate of fruit, and I looked at the plate and did not recognize any of the fruits and vegetables.

"Tell me honestly what you remember." He picked up a blue fruit that looked like an apple, took a bite, and continued, "I'm the only person you can rely on." ”

I looked at him and couldn't recall anything about him at all. When I saw Ah Cheng before, I had a familiar feeling.

"In this world, the only thing you can rely on is yourself." I looked at the suddenly calm sea and wondered if there was really a huge wave coming.

"You're still like that." He sighed and placed the fruit, which looked a lot like an apple, on his plate. "I even thought you could be pure forever, like that..."

"Enough!" I interrupted him and said, "What are you bringing me here for?" "I never dared to ask him who he was, because I didn't want him to know how bad my situation really was, and second, I might not believe what he said.

"I'm just taking you home." He replied.

"Home? Over here? I sneered. To be honest, I don't even know where my home is.

"You'll remember." There was some helplessness in his tone.

"You said that game was a year ago, so how did it solve it later?" I asked.

"I'm still working on it."

"You're figuring it out?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Eat a half-pleasure, this is sweet. He took a blueberry-green fruit from his plate and gave it to me, and I took it without eating it, but held it in my hand.

"What is your role in this?"

"I'm just doing my own thing, and yours happens to be the same thing as me, at least with the same result, so I'm just going to do the two things together."

"What's going on with you?"

"Since it's my business, you don't have to ask." He turned his head to the old man next to him and said, "Master Liu, eat fish for lunch." ”

After saying this, he went to the seaside. I went back to the bedroom, it was so different from the outside, and now the semi-open-air bath in the bedroom was raining, but it was obviously the sun outside.

I lay in bed thinking about what he said.

He said I had some memories back, and he said that my memories were from last year. He said he was helping me solve the game, and the rest of my companions were relatively fine now. He said he brought me here to take me home. He said I was only in the valley for two hours. He said I entered the valley because I fell into a crack in the ground. He said that this was Orlante, but it was not really Orlante, it was his place.

What does all this mean?

He knew I had a problem with my memory, he knew I was being threatened, he knew Orlante. Who the hell is he? Felt like an ally. People don't help another person clean up the mess for no reason, even if it's a good friend, it's for that friendship. Is there a friendship between me and this person? If there is, that's just great. If not, it's a benefit. What can I give him? Money? That's more than two million? Or is it this stone? What good can he get from me? I rolled over with a frown.

No, it may not be a benefit from me, but a benefit to him.

Ah Cheng said, "We have been trying to prevent that person from getting the stones, and we are also collecting stones while stopping. Now this person is working against the person who is texting, which is certainly good for us, but it may only be temporary. If this is the case, then all of us must want the same thing - these seven stones. I don't know what this person wants to do with the stone, but the person who texted made it very clear that he wanted something in the stone, could this person be the same as the person who texted and wanted something in the stone? Is he asking for my part or the part of the person who texted? Or all of them? What is he going to do? What is the person who is texting coming to do? What is the origin of this stone? Also, the person who texted said, I want this stone for the Great Sage. Is that the one who led me in the dark? Who the hell is he? And why should I collect stones for him?

What should I do now? How far have things got? The young master mentioned by the old man named Master Liu should be the man who brought me food. So has Master Liu already defected? Or was he sent by this man in the first place? What is the relationship between me and my companion and this person?

I felt like my mind was too messy, but I couldn't sleep. I remembered the book with a special text, which said about Orlante, and it happened that the man mentioned it too. I feel like this book can help me clear up some of my doubts. But I put it in that rented room, and where is the book now? And what about my two million? How did I get over this year? Why did I fall into that big crack he said? Why in the valley? What have I done before this? Isn't my family worried about me at all?

Questions are springing up in my head, and I need a notebook and a pen to write down all my situations and analyze them.

There was no desk or anything like that in the bedroom, so I had to look elsewhere. I walked out of the bedroom again. However, to my surprise, I came out of the same door, and this time the room outside actually changed! There was not even a shadow in the living room just now, and instead there was a huge study. What about the sea? What about sliding doors? What the hell is going on? Could it be that there is something wrong with the way I opened it?

Anyway, now I need pen and paper even more. Since I came to the study, I was not picky, and walked straight in. When I opened the door, I said it was a study, but in fact, it was like a library. Just now I just saw a desk in front of me, and I made up my mind. And when I walked to the desk, I realized that the room was like a wide corridor, with the desk in the middle of the corridor, and the left and right sides were lined with bookshelves. The whole library is very quiet and the décor is typical of the Renaissance. Those bookshelves were four or five meters high. Looking along the bookshelves, I saw the round roof, like the roof of a cathedral. The ceiling is made of transparent stained glass, and the spliced glass paints this huge picture, the arched roof is surrounded by a blazing sun, surrounded by dense crowds of people vying to point to the sun, and at the feet of the crowd, on the periphery of the round roof is a circle of thick tree roots. Outside, the sun shines through the glass, and the multicolored light shines on the creamy marble floor.

Leave that alone, I'm going to find paper and pen.

I sat down at my desk and saw a bottle of ink and a blue pen on the table. Flipping through the drawer, there is a book with a black cover, the cover is cowhide, and a lotus flower is engraved in the middle.

I dipped my pen in ink, opened the first page of the notebook and began to write:

It's 2016, and it's 2015 before I came here, and I'm in a meeting with my mates, and then I just go black and end up in a hole at the bottom of a valley. I was overwhelmed by an invisible force that exhausted me, and a man rushed to save me and brought me here, he called this Orlante, but not really Orlante. He knew that I was being threatened, and he helped me to solve the problem, which has not yet been resolved, and this man told me that my companions were relatively fine, but did not say where they were now.

Writing this, I had a thought, and then I picked up the pen and wrote:

Now I don't remember anything, someone helped me with that game, and I didn't have anything to do myself. Even if there is, I don't remember. So now what I should do is try to recover my memory, first of all, I should go back to my small room and find the book, and of course my two million. Then find a way to recover your memory.

When you're done, take the notebook away and leave the pen behind. As I was about to enter the bedroom, I looked sideways at the bookshelves on either side. I was really shocked by this, and I walked to the bookshelf on the right.

There are five rows of bookshelves on the left and right, but these shelves are so tall and long that I can't see the end at a glance! How long is this corridor? I tried to walk along the bookshelf into the corridor, but when I walked more than 200 meters, an iron door appeared to cut off the corridor, and the bookshelves were disconnected here. Behind the iron door are five rows of bookshelves that stretch into the darkness.

I looked up at the iron door, Gothic style, the lace is quite elaborate, this is an iron door with a story. There was a sword strapped to the door, the tip of which was sticking straight into the ground, the hilt two heads higher than mine.

It's a two-handed sword!

In the dim light, I looked at the sword. It's very beautiful. The top of the hilt is inlaid with round yellow gemstones, and the rose-gold hilt is adorned with a round gauntlet, with an atmospheric shape and delicate pattern, and in the center is a goat's skull, which derives from its two curly horns and is wound around the delicate gauntlet. Underneath the gauntlet was a knife, the blade was sharp, like a vicious wolf baring its fangs in the moonlight, revealing a chill. The blade is made of sterling silver, thick in the middle and thin on the sides. The left blade is jagged, the arc gradually flattens from top to bottom, the right blade is curled like a spike, then an inward hook, then a smaller horn than the top, and then gradually symmetrical with the left blade, and finally reaches the tip of the sword, the whole line is smooth and graceful. The middle of the sword is thick, and the inscription is engraved inside, and the silver sword body glows with a warm yellow light, reflecting the yellow gem on the top.

Yellow Frost Sorrow?! Wait a minute... Frost Sorrow is the game's... Do I still play games? How do I remember this?

It's an ancient sword! To wield this two-handed sword, it is not something that ordinary people can do, logically speaking, the weight of the two-handed sword is about 3 kilograms, but the shape of this sword is different from the traditional two-handed sword, it is wider and thicker, then its weight is definitely more than 3 kilograms.

I don't know why I remember it, but at the mention of Frost's Grief, a box in my heart seemed to be opened, and a strong love poured out. It seems that the katana collected in that study in Italy was indeed something I made. That study is really mine.

I stood here and looked at the two-handed sword, wondering how to resist it, and then making a place to store it. Maybe he was too engrossed and didn't notice that someone was already standing behind me, but he suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on my shoulder and said, "Is it appropriate to put it in the right place?" ”

I subconsciously turned around and slid my shoulder away from him.

"Where did this sword come from?" I asked.

"Alas... You don't even remember that. He shook his head helplessly, walked over to the two-handed sword, and reached out to touch the sheep's head in his hand.

"That sword is broken." He turned his back to me and said, "But that's just the rhetoric of the story, in fact, this sword was made by Galleth and cannot be broken, it was supposed to be a real divine sword." Later, the archmage of Orlante, Tea, added an inscription on the Excalibur, turning the originally divine blessing into an evil curse. In a fit of rage, Gallus threw the sword into the gates of Hell, causing Thea, the cursed of the sword, to suffer from the flames of hell. However, doing so led Thea to come up with more and more vicious curses, and Teya set himself on fire, and in the flames he turned himself into the final curse and wrapped around the sword. With that, he turned to me and continued, "The curse says: 'This sword will cut off all goodness, release fear, and devour people's hearts.'" Where the blade crosses, the door to the plague will be opened. After that, the gates of hell were buried at the bottom of the sea by Gallus, and no one was allowed to enter the sea. Later, after the Great Destruction, the world was reorganized, and the Gates of Hell, which had been buried at the bottom of the sea, returned to the surface, when Gallus had not fully awakened, and a new civilization appeared in the world. Someone found the cursed sword roaring in the flames and brought it out of the hellfire, which, of course, took his life. Since then, the sword has continued to tempt passers-by, and the seduced person transfers the sword to a snow-capped mountain called Sgagor, but the cursed sword will absorb the soul of the sword-wielder, and after one person dies, it can only tempt the next person, so there are many sword-wielders in between. Eventually, it reached the snow-capped mountain. It was a place of extreme cold, and although it had left the gates of hell, the torment of hellfire could never be removed, and only in that extremely cold place could it barely suppress the endless pain caused by hellfire. Most of the people who strayed into the snowy mountains were sucked by the cursed sword, and those who escaped saw everything and went back to tell the others about it, and gradually, the mountain was said to be the land of the damned, and the sword also had a more poetic name 'The-grief-of-frost' Frost Sorrow. ”

That's the end of his story.

He and I sat on the floor. I can hear that such a sword should have such a legend. I looked at the sword again, and it was a little more beautiful in my eyes.

"And that's how you brought this sword here?" I asked curiously, or maybe this is just a legend.

"I didn't bring it." He glanced at the sword, turned to me with a smile on his face, and said, "This is a man who brought this sword two years ago. ”

"There is such a person?! Is the story you just told true? Or is it just a legend? "I was amazed.

"The story is true, the sword will still tempt people, and it is always ready to tempt those who come near it." He tilted his head to look at the sword, as if he was clutching it, and the subtext was like saying to the sword, "You can't deny this"

"So, is the guy who brought the sword here dead?" I asked.

"Not dead." He shook his head.

"Oh my God! What kind of person is that? Was he also tempted by this sword? Why did it come to you? "I'm surprised, since this is a cursed sword, then it's definitely not a good stubble, a living person is in front of it, even if you don't absorb that person's soul on the way, then you should do it the moment you complete the task. There is no mercy in this sword, and the man is definitely not simple.

"He was a cunning man, with a will as hard as a diamond and a heart as black as coal. Of course, he also has a good side, behind the scenes. You can only kill him from behind. But he was cunning and even had eyes on his back. "That's how he described the man who brought the sword." He brought the sword to me with a reason to laugh and cry. He said, "I want to see if this sword will destroy me." He smiled wryly and shook his head, "What an interesting person." ”

"You know all such people, and you are also a strange person." I said, "Then according to this logic, he shouldn't have brought anything less." What did he bring you? ”

"It's a lot, I have a lot of bad things here, this sword is nothing in these things, but it's also a very dangerous thing in this world." He got up and led me outside. "If you want to see it, I'll show you them one by one later."

As we walked out, a gust of wind blew behind me, and a voice whispered in my ear, "I've found you," as if from the abyss far away

I looked warily sideways behind me. The sword stood in front of the iron gate, and a thick chain under the sheep's head tied him to the doorpost. There was a faint red glow in the hollow eye sockets on the sheep's head. But only once, and then the red light dissipated with the wind.

The wind stopped, and all was silent again. In this corridor at the end of nowhere, only the footsteps of two people echoed. One time. One time. The voice was muffled. The sky outside was overcast, the hallway was dimly lit, and the sound of our footsteps knocked on the gates of hell like a death knell under the waning sun. The originally solemn and beautiful library corridor instantly became eerie.