The transparent raindrops that fell from the sky dripped on the ground, and in an instant, they turned into scarlet raindrops, which in turn merged into a scarlet stream of water and flowed past the stones.

The people of the Valley of Honesty have been killed! After a few days of driving and worrying, the body of the stone could no longer support it.

With his strong belief in saving the people of Honest Valley, he survived with great difficulty.

The blood-red water dealt him a fatal blow.

He froze where he was, letting the rain wash wildly over his unconscious body and shattered mind.

The scarlet water flowed unabated beneath his feet, growing more and more turbulent, eventually overwhelming his vision.

When the stone opened its eyes, the sky was cloudless, and the surroundings were silent, as if several dynasties had passed.

He struggled to get up from the mud and dragged forward step by step.

In the valley where the grass grows and the warbler flies, there are corpses everywhere, and vultures are foraging for food.

He didn't recognize the familiar faces, his eyes were a constant stream of bright red.

He walked towards the hut, which was full of strange flowers and plants. He heard his own heartbeat, but it seemed like it was far away.

Pushing open the door, it was empty. He turned and left the hut.

The stone walked aimlessly and came to the place where Uncle Hai had saved him. The stack of wood was still there, but the candle was gone.

He climbed up the stack of wood, lay down and stretched his limbs, and a light appeared around him, and this time he didn't feel the heat and didn't want to escape.

He saw Uncle Hai smiling, Qingmin was angry, and a thick warmth penetrated into his heart.

The stone reached into his bosom and tried to touch his heart, and a hard thing stood in his way like a hanging wart—a holy decree that he once regarded as a treasure more precious than life.

He pulled it out, didn't look at it, and threw it away. If he had a little more strength, he would tear it to shreds.

He felt for another pile of damp, fluffy paper, which had been folded into neat squares.

Tears flowed from the corners of the stone's eyes and into the ears. He slowly pulled out the paper and carefully unfolded it.

There wasn't a word on it, just a twisty line. A candle is drawn at one end of the line, and a string and a drop of water are drawn at the other end. The stones did not understand what they represented, and even in dreams there had never been such a bewildering symbol.

He turned the note in a different direction, turned it over again, and let it shine through the sunlight, trying to find the clue, and the note still presented the simplest of shapes and the most incomprehensible mysteries.

Stone sat up and gathered his thoughts.

Before leaving, what did Uncle Hai mean by stuffing me with this note? What does he want to tell me? Why did he sneak around, even hiding it from Qing Min? Is he joking around with me, or is he already sober?

"Uncle Hai, where are you? Qingmin, where are you? ”

The stone shouted at the empty valley. The cold air choked into his throat, and he covered his face and coughed violently, the mark of a candle on the stack staring at him between his fingers.

"Candles!" The stone was inspired and placed the note next to the candle imprint.

By comparison, he guessed that the simple symbols were a map with candles as the starting point.

Unable to obtain more evidence to support it, he set out on an expedition without hesitation.

As instructed on the map, he was to climb a towering mountain in front of him.

He was no stranger to this peak, and this peak still bears his traces. It was from this mountain that he rolled down the valley of honesty.

"Shennong Palace is right up there, right?" The stone muttered to himself. I don't know why he wants to return to Shennong Palace at the moment.

There is deception there, there is deplorable ugliness, but there is a living place, and there is no dead air of the valley of truth, and it does not bring fear and despair.

I wonder what happened to the little beggar? I don't know what happened to Zen Master Zhiyin? Nong Qingyun, a despicable villain, even wants to use his own daughter, I wonder if his treacherous plan succeeded?

A lot can happen in more than two months, Zhiyin Zen Master may have taken someone else's daughter as his own, Nong Qingyun may have got the Shennong whip he dreamed of, and the little beggar may have forgotten him.

Stepping onto the high bush mountain, he couldn't help but glance back at the valley of honesty below.

It was a brown land, and there was silence, no birdsong, no laughter.

The seed is silent, waiting for the glory that rises from the ground. The larvae rest in a quiet place, looking forward to the splendor of the birth.

Time will wipe out life, but it will also regain life. What is constant is the change of the world.

There is no road on the mountain, and the stones climb up step by step with the help of copper rods and branches and weeds.

In the first half hour, he was nimble with his hands and feet, and he wanted to find a place for Uncle Hai to treasure in his heart as soon as possible.

An hour later, his exhaustion and hunger overcame everything, and his feet began to disobey.

He looked up in a hurry, but he couldn't see the top, and when he looked down, the valley of honesty and the beach were all gone, and only the dense trees.

Shi wondered in his heart: the road on this map has come to an end, but this is not the top of the mountain, and there is no rope in sight, am I taking the wrong road? It's getting darker and darker, what should I do if this beast in the mountains escapes?

"Uncle Hai, where do you want me to go?" The stone cried out loudly. Yamano responded to his question with the same curiosity.

In the flickering light, a clump of leaves not far from the stone swayed gently. He is no longer lonely. He was accompanied by a baby leopard.

The leopard is not large, not as long as a stone's arm, but it has strong limbs and is agile and agile. Its careless jump shook the leaves and caught the attention of the stone.

When the eyes of the stone looked at it, it no longer squirmed. Phosphorescence in the yellow pupils and black rings in the shape of copper coins emerge from behind the trunk.

The leopard exhales exhaust fumes from its nose and cocks its white whiskers majestically above its beak. The smell of refilling into its nose is wonderful, with the scent of the pieces of meat it loves.

It lifted its front toes, covered with thick short hairs, and threw itself at the stone with great impatience, its long tail swaying from side to side, showing high fighting spirit.

Stone broke out in a cold sweat and raised the copper rod. The leopard did not flinch from his glaring glare and dazzling bronze rod, on the contrary, its curiosity and desire to win drove it to its prey.

The stone had no confidence in the power of his brass rod, and his heavy feet suddenly became light, and he panicked, dodging left and right.

He didn't know how many trees he had avoided, how many heels he had flipped, he had never run so fast, but the leopard ran faster than him, and it was right behind him.

The leopard's snout splattered on the face of the stone, and its conical canines and gray-white claws were close at hand.

The stone didn't have time to look back, to glance at the guy who was about to skin and bone. The solid ground beneath his feet suddenly vanished like melting ice.

His hands and brass rods danced wildly in the air, desperately trying to get the help of a few twigs. He grabbed them, but his body was too heavy, and he fell too fast, and the twigs were uprooted, and he fell hopelessly with him.

That's when he saw the guy who had cornered him.

It crouched there, its foretoes dangling in the air, the phosphorescent light from its pupils falling into the darkness with him.

As Stone felt his blood flow again, his regained consciousness and limbs slumped lazily on a pile of dead leaves.

He didn't die!

Stone opened his eyes eagerly, and the light was dim enough for him to discern his surroundings. He abandoned sight in favor of touch, and slowly stretched out his arms.

His arm touched something hard, like a wall.

He fumbled around him and on the walls, except for dirt, leaves, and branches, and something round and smooth. He put them in front of his nose and sniffed them.

A fragrance penetrated his nostrils, it was a wild fruit! He heard the "growling" of his stomach and his saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He immediately stuffed the wild fruit into his mouth, a little astringent but insignificant, still a delicacy he had never tasted in his life.

After eating a few fruits in his hand, he was still unsatisfied, and got up to find some more wild fruits. A wave of dizziness hit, and he closed his eyes and braced his hands on the ground.

However, he did not survive and fell to the ground again, unconscious.

Above that, the faint sunlight shines through the leaves, through the darkness and to the stone.

It stroked the stone and whispered softly to him. The wind shook the leaves and shook off the rain. With the fragrance of the earth, the rain and dew also came to the stone.

The stone sticks out its tongue, and sweetness swims in his mouth.

Hunger began to stir up the storm and destroy all peace. It jumps up and down in the belly of the stone, and it is very popular.

The stone opened its eyes and finally saw the longing sunlight, which was faint but brought with it an aura of life.

The stones slowly bent their legs, and they were as soft as sandbags. He propped up the ground with his hands and leaned against the wall before he stood up.

He looked up and made a tentative judgment that he might have fallen into a cave with no roof, the bottom of which was littered with dead branches and leaves, and the mud on the walls was wet and sticky.

"It's too bad, I haven't been eaten by the leopard, but I'm going to starve to death here. It's better to let the leopard eat it, which can be regarded as a merit. The stone was disheartened, exhausted, and fell to the ground.

After several twists and turns, the map drawn by Uncle Hai still follows the stones. The stone pulled it out and pressed it to his chest.

"Uncle Hai, what are you painting? Why are you kidding me like that? You've hurt me so much! Where the hell are you now? Explain it to me! ”

Tears poured out of his eyes, hardship never made him cry, and thoughts hit him to the ground.

Missing is a strange thing, it makes people weak and it makes people strong.

In the midst of his tears, the stone developed a strange belief that Uncle Hae and Qingmin were not killed, and that he was going to meet them again, in a wonderful moment, in a beautiful place.

Driven by this belief, he began to seek hope for survival.