It is such an ordinary stone tablet, engraved with two lines of crooked words, but from it it exudes endless sadness, permeating the entire cave, and cannot be dispersed for a long time......

The arrival of the writing department actually made the words on the slate exude a dim light, faintly flickering, as if telling it the desolation of the font owner's life.

He stepped forward and stroked the stone tablet, as if saying goodbye to a familiar old friend, his eyes unconsciously dripping a few crystals, listening to the cry from another time and space.

The writing department raised his hand to wipe away his tears, he closed his eyes, and felt it carefully with his heart, and after a while, a picture appeared in his mind......

It was a desolate world, full of corpses and dead trees, broken walls, and the heavens and the earth were full of blood red, as if there was an eye in the firmament, staring at everything in the world.

Just above this boundless Gobi, a black figure wanders alone, seemingly without a goal, but has been trying to move in one direction......

Despite the devastation of the bitter wind and rain, he never stopped......

The writing department couldn't see the other party's face clearly, but he could feel that this was the owner of the font on the stele, and that inexplicable familiar atmosphere came from him.

Suddenly, in this desolate world, the heavens and the earth change, and the wind and clouds surge!

Huge meteorites fell from the sky and exploded, the ground cracked, tongues of fire stretched out from it, wanting to devour everything in the world, and thunderbolts appeared out of thin air, destroying everything as if the end had come, as if trying to stop the black figure from moving forward.

And these visions did not make him slow down, fearless of hardships and dangers, wandering on the edge of life and death, and unswervingly walking forward.

Strange to say, he did not deliberately avoid these thunders and fires, but everywhere he passed, the disaster retreated, and no one dared to approach him, and he could not hurt him in the slightest.

Suddenly, as if they could hear the voice of the black figure, their ears echoed for a long time: I didn't stop, who would dare to stop me!

A momentum of contempt for heaven and earth, who else is me, bursts out, arrogant!

The writing department subconsciously muttered these words: "I haven't stopped, who dares to stop me......" Then, tears welled up in his eyes, and tears flowed endlessly......

He clearly felt a tragic and desolate aura from the other party's emotions, and the black figure walking in the sea of fire was not fearlessly moving forward without a goal, but without hesitation...... Die generously!

In the final chapter of the picture, it is to disappear into the sea of fire...... A lonely back......

The writing department slowly opened his eyes, and as the picture in his mind ended, the boundless evil aura also dissipated, and he disappeared.

At this time, he was already in tears, and he forgot to wipe away his tears for a while, and let them fall.

He didn't understand why he was crying, and he always felt a wave of sadness in his heart, as if the black figure in the sea of fire was himself, and he felt the same way.

After a long time, the mood of the writing department gradually stabilized, and after pondering for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why this trick could affect his mind so strongly.

However, the writing department did not feel any malice, as if the other party was just telling a story to himself very plainly through this inexplicable means, a sad story......

......

Outside the cave, the three of them watched as a long time had passed since the Writing Department entered the cave, and Ling Fei couldn't help but be a little worried, so he wanted to break in and take a look.

Aozhong hurriedly stopped: "Don't worry, this is his chance, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is fate, it is useless for you to go." ”

After hearing this, Ling Fei had no choice but to give up, sighed heavily, and sat aside without saying anything.

After a while, the figure of the writing department appeared at the entrance of the cave, he took down the text scroll, and with a big stroke of the pen, he only heard a few "booms", and the cave was buried by the rocks of the explosion.

Seeing this, Ling Fei and the three of them hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to ask, but they were interrupted by the Writing Department, and he took the lead in explaining: "There is an old man inside, who has already left, don't worry, it's fine." ”

The Writing Section concealed the image that came to his mind from the three of them, and he didn't know what it meant, and he didn't know what the identity of the black figure was.

There seems to be too much cause and effect, and he doesn't like to let the people around him be contaminated with these, so he chooses to bear all this alone.

The writing department couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, what is the difference between what he is doing now and the lonely death of that black figure?

Putting these aside and not thinking about it anymore, he sorted out his thoughts and said, "Everyone, this matter has little impact, you must know that our top priority is to return to the snow fang." ”

"Ling Fei," the Writing Section called, "After returning to this Hidden Monarch Mountain, have you gone to the two seniors to ask about your seal?"

"Go," Ling Fei replied, "but in that valley, there are no figures of those two old men, and ...... It's already occupied by the demons!"

After hearing this, the text department frowned, thinking that when Ling Fei was rescued from Yinjun Mountain, the two old-timers left the unknown valley in a hurry because this mysterious cave was attacked......

Now that the cave seal is gone, and the giant rabbit camp is empty, there is no trace of fighting, it seems that all this should not be done by the demon clan.

He spoke: "The two seniors have not met with the demon clan, they are still alive, but they are hiding somewhere......

As he spoke, the Writing Section looked around, as if he was looking for some clues from this camp.

Unsuccessfully, he continued: "Ling Fei, you can try again in the near future, is it possible to master the power of rampage without breaking free from the shackles, but don't force it. ”

After hearing this, Ling Fei knew the recent situation on the mainland, so he nodded yes, his eyes flashed with tenacity, and he secretly said in his heart: Do you have the power to go violent...... Dry!

Looking at the indestructible battle intent in Ling Fei's eyes, the Writing Section smiled slightly and said no more.

Then, he turned his head to Aozhong and said: "Aozhong, you should find a way to restore the combat power of the three water dragons as soon as possible, Ling Fei is in poor health, and the combat power of the two dogs is weak, in this war, you will be the main force." ”

Aozhong heard this, and he was angry, the three water dragons that he had finally refined for so many years were all destroyed by Ning'er's little girl!

Painstaking efforts, that's painstaking efforts!

It's distressing, it's really distressing......

Aozhong agreed angrily: "Well, okay, I'll try." ”

"You can't try, you have to do it!" said the writing department seriously.

After listening to this, Aozhong looked disgusted, and agreed absentmindedly: "Okay, good, it must be done." ”

The writing department knows his temper, and on the surface he doesn't seem to care, but in fact, he wants more than anyone else to restore the power of the water dragon as soon as possible!

Then, the writing department looked at the great benevolent man next to him who had repaired the road for Fengjin Town.

Before he could speak, Dong Ergou took the lead in speaking: "Is there anything you can arrange for me to do?"