Long Tai has not signed the natal contract yet, if she dies, then she is really dead, if something happens to Long Tai because of Qin Xuan's adventure, how can Qin Xuan rest assured, as for the mysterious woman who disappeared in the last flash, Sister Rabbit said that the information was not enough to judge her origin, but these don't matter, the most important thing now is to leave here and then treat Long Tai.

It's just that...

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The dim sky was cut off, and in the desolate air, the rolling bare hillsides could not be seen.

In front of Qin Xuan, there was a half-human-high stone stele, the stele was pitch black, but the words on it were white, and this word was very strange, giving people a sense of ominous and weird, but when Qin Xuan looked around, what he saw was countless such tombstones, many, too many, so many that it seemed endless, and everywhere he entered, all Qin Xuan could see were such stone tablets.

"What kind of place is this?" Qin Xuan was stunned after saying this.

Because of his side, where is there still a trace of Sister Rabbit: "Sister Rabbit, Sister Rabbit!"

"Sister Rabbit, are you there?"

There was no response, in this empty and dim world, except for the eerie and lifeless stone tablet, there was no figure of Sister Rabbit at all, for the first time, Qin Xuan felt cold all over his body, and for a while, he was a little uneasy.

Since becoming a demon painter, Sister Rabbit has been by Qin Xuan's side all the time, at any time, in any matter, Sister Rabbit is Qin Xuan's strongest backing.

Sister Rabbit is omnipotent, such an idea, not only Qin Xuan, anyone who knows Sister Rabbit and feels Sister Rabbit's power thinks so.

But...

"Sister Rabbit, where are you?!! Sister Rabbit?"

Walking in this stone tablet forest, Qin Xuan shouted again and again, but no matter how he shouted, Sister Rabbit did not appear, not only that, when Qin Xuan used his natal connection to feel, he found that he couldn't feel anything at all, just like Sister Rabbit never existed.

"Bang!

'What kind of sound is this?' In the panic, Qin Xuan seemed to hear a crisp sound, as if he was smashing something.

"Over there?"

Qin Xuan looked at a small hill in the distance, and then launched the space magic technique, but the strange thing was that the demon magic was not activated: "What's the matter, why didn't the demon magic start?"

Qin Xuan tried to open Sumeru, but found that Sumeru had also disappeared, not only that, the fire demon arts, those basic demon arts, all the demon arts were as if they had disappeared, and they could not be displayed at all, if it weren't for Qin Xuan being able to clearly feel the demon power, he would have thought that he was still an ordinary person on the blue star, painting a demon master or something, it was just a dream of his.

"Bang!

This voice came again, and Qin Xuan felt that he couldn't sit still: "No matter what, let's go and have a look first." ”

Although he didn't know what this sound was, Qin Xuan had no choice now, anyway, let him wait for death on the spot, Qin Xuan was unwilling, since this was the case, then he could only move forward.

"Bang... ”

Qin Xuan quickly climbed over a hillside, fortunately, the reinforcements that Sister Rabbit brought to Qin Xuan were still there, otherwise, it would be really troublesome.

"What the hell is that sound?"

Climbing the last hillside lined with strange stone monuments, Qin Xuan finally found the source of the sound, it was a rickety old man, he was gray-haired, he was sitting on the ground at this time, holding a hammer in one hand and a chisel in the other, carving on a pitch-black stone tablet...

It turned out that the voice was the words he carved on the tombstone. ’

Qin Xuan didn't know who this person was, but after walking for so long, there was not a single ghost in this world except for the stone stele, so Qin Xuan had no other choice but to step forward and ask: "This senior, do you know what kind of place this is?"

"Smack!"

The carving action stopped, and the old man turned his back to Qin Xuan: "I don't know, do you dare to come in?"

"This, the kid is also out of curiosity. ”

"You've been coming in for a while, and you're not alone, you're with a lot of companions. ”

As soon as the old man's words came out, Qin Xuan was surprised: "Senior, do you know?"

"I know," said the old man, "that I was awake the moment you entered, and that you woke me up." ”

"Senior, you are... ”

"As you can see," the old man continued to carve the stele, "just a bad old man who carved the stele here." ”

"Bang!

This hillside is not low, at least more than three hundred meters high, Qin Xuan stands here, he can look at the surrounding land, and what surprises him is that the same stone stele that the old man is carving at this time is so numb that Qin Xuan can imagine that if a person with dense phobia runs here, he will definitely drive him crazy: "The stele here, so many steles are carved by you old-timers?"

"Smack!"

The old man stopped, and he said, "I carved them all." ”

"And what's carved on it?"

"Summon. ”

"Lost in the air?" Qin Xuan seemed to have heard this somewhere, he thought for a moment and said, "That, ghost words?"

"It's the words I created. ”

"Huh?"

"Young people are from the world of the living, right?"

"The world of the living?" Qin Xuan: "Then, this is the world of the dead?"

"It was, and now, this place has long been forgotten," said the old man, "a long time ago, I came to the world of the dead in order to seek knowledge, hoping to obtain a new wisdom, I died for death, and after death, I finally got what I wanted." ”

"It's a pity... ”

Qin Xuan found a place to sit down and quietly listened to the old man's story: "What is a pity?"

"It's a pity that I'm dead, and the writing I created can no longer be learned by the living," the old man said this, a little lonely, he voluntarily died in order to create a new text, and completed the creation after death, but the things he created could not be taught to any living person: "But I didn't give up, I briefly crossed the boundary between life and death, and then told a very small part of this kind of writing called the Death Script, to a person in the living world, and asked him to create this kind of writing instead of me, and give it to the world." ”

Listening to the old man's story, Qin Xuan suddenly thought of the stone tablet standing in the wilderness when he came in, and the sentence left on it: "Dare, dare to ask the seniors, how to call it?"

"Me?"

The old man put down the props in his hand, then turned around and let Qin Xuan see his appearance, this is an old man, but what surprised Qin Xuan the most was that the old man had four eyes on his face: "Old decay, Cangjie." ”

Make movable characters before you die, and engrave them after you die!

When he was alive, he created words for the living, and after his death, he continued to explore the mysteries of these words.

What kind of spirit this is, Qin Xuan can't imagine, but there is one thing that Qin Xuan can feel, that is, this old man is a truly great existence...