The purple-black haze combined with the terrible cries that came from time to time gave people a sense of gloom.

From time to time, there was a sharp whistling wind behind Qi Lin, and when he thought that he might see the floating undead as soon as he turned around, he couldn't help but feel a thrill all over his body.

"Teemo."

"Huh?"

"I ask you if there's that here." Qi Lin swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"What?"

"Ghost!" Qi Lin asked solemnly.

"How come, are you scared of the big one? Ha Lu Ha, the big one is really timid, scare himself. ”

"Uh, Timo, aren't you afraid of ghosts? If you think about it, suddenly a ghost hangs upside down in front of you. ”

"Hmph, Teemo doesn't want to. Teemo wouldn't scare himself. ”

"Alas, in fact, I am not afraid of anything, only ghosts." Qi Lin said with a sudden sigh, chatting with Timo Jr. as he walked.

"What are you doing? Have you ever seen a ghost? ”

Qi Lin shook his head, of course, in this haze, it was difficult for Timo to see Qi Lin's movements.

"Let me tell you about it, when I was young, I watched TV at home, and my brother lied to me that Sun Wukong was playing in the TV, so I happily ran to watch it, and it turned out to be a ghost movie, which scared me and didn't dare to move, so I sat there and watched it, it's terrible, and now I still remember it a little vividly, and since then I've been terrible ghosts, and I don't care if there is one, I guess I left a shadow." Qi Lin said sadly, the past is unbearable.

"Ha Luha, your childhood is really interesting. And what did you say about the Monkey King giving the TV? ”

"Well, I don't know how to explain it clearly, if I can take you to us in the future, you will meet you."

"Uh-oh."

The two of them relaxed while chatting, and unconsciously, Qi Lin found that the purple-black haze in the area he was in gradually faded a lot, at least he could clearly see that there was a dwarf winter melon beside him.

"I should be out of the woods." Qi Lin pondered.

When the two of them walked out of this polluted area, the whole space suddenly opened up, and there was no longer the feeling of confusion and eerie before.

At this moment, there is a vast plain in front of him, but this plain has no green grass and no life, but a wasteland with green and black moss and weeds.

With every step, Qi Lin couldn't help frowning, only to see that a huge crater would appear on the ground every few sections, and some were even huge, as if an extraterrestrial meteorite had landed here.

Everywhere was barren, the breeze blew, the fragments of stone chips danced in the wind, this plain was larger, along the way, Qi Lin looked at every area and couldn't help but sigh: "Timo, are these all caused by war?" Is it a powder bomb? ”

Seeing that Timo walked in front and didn't speak, he should have fallen into emotional fluctuations, Qi Lin looked at those big potholes, and could even imagine that when the war broke out, there were cute mushroom houses or streets here, and there were little and lovely yodelers living here, and suddenly a cannonball fell, leveling a place, and people were stunned to see the red cloud of bombs rising on the street or in front of the window. The little yodelers began to flee in panic, shouting loudly, far away from human strife, and they had been living in the quiet and remote city of Bandel.

They couldn't imagine that at this moment, someone was still chatting and laughing happily, but suddenly the first cannonball fell a moment later, and countless cannonballs were ushered in, blowing the little yodeler to pieces. There are mothers who are still rocking the cradle in the house and coaxing the baby to sleep, there are people who are working, there are old men who are walking, but when the war sweeps in, everything changes and no longer exists!

Timo walked quietly ahead without speaking, and Qi Lin's mood slowly became heavy.

After Qi Lin walked in from the outskirts of Yodelland, everything he saw told him a question all the time, war! How many homes have been destroyed by war, how many dreams of innocent people.

"Hey, the little guy must be uncomfortable."

The two walked for a long time, and the cute baby Timo suddenly stopped.

Only then did Qi Lin notice the front of the plain.

The focal length of the pupils slowly aligned, the eyeballs slowly turned, and Qi Lin's mouth opened slightly. , Qi Lin understood why he was doing this, and Timo didn't speak all the way over for a while.

"This." Qi Lin didn't know what to say.

Timo Jr. couldn't see the expression and looked ahead.

This is a cemetery, a cemetery.

The yodelers' cemetery, neatly placed tombstones, stretched horizons, countless tombstones, under a grey sky, nothing but graves in sight!

Qi Lin looked at this in surprise.

Walked over, and kept imagining this land burned by war, what is in the central circle, the evil land? Or is it the gas that lingers back, the collapsed house?

Walking here, Qi Lin found that it was very different from what he imagined.

In the field of vision, there are endless tombstones, tombstones that seem to stretch the horizon, and tombstones that stain the sky gray. Row after column, row after row, it looks like an emotionally depressed cemetery.

Qi Lin felt something blocked in his throat, and he wanted to speak but couldn't.

Lying here? Are they the little people, the cute and innocent little ones?

Teemo stands in front of this land, standing in front of the vast and boundless tombstones, this braggart, foodie little fat man, laughs like a cute baby, with a milky voice and always loves to pretend to be a boss Teemo, this is also Teemo of the Yodelers, Teemo who entered the League of Legends at a young age and became a hero.

The little thing's eyes narrowed together and tears flowed from it.

Qi Lin looked at the little guy without saying a word and shed tears, and suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart, and felt very uncomfortable.

Qi Lin was standing in front of the boundless tombstone at this moment.

Suddenly I feel very small, in front of these innocent beings monument, I am really small, such a scene, such an atmosphere, no matter who stands in front of this land, there is nothing superfluous to say.

Qi Lin is a modern person, he has always been in a peaceful era, except for words, film and television works, it is difficult to feel the harm of war to people, but at this moment, he stopped, and his brain was blank, because he felt something called sadness, very depressed.

Although Qi Lin is not a small yodeler, but Qi Lin is really sad at the moment, Qi Lin is not a cold-blooded animal, seeing such a picture, he will say very calmly, the bunker is so spectacular, so stylish, Qi Lin is a kind-hearted and very emotional person, at this moment, Qi Lin's brain does not dare to imagine how many bodies are buried here that are incomplete, how many simple and cute, kind little people.

In the face of war, in the face of great grief, all people are very small.

You will find that you don't seem to have much power to stop all this, you can only look at the sadness, feel it, and do nothing. This is the state of mind of Teemo at this moment.

Timo's appearance made Qi Lin look very uncomfortable and sad.

The little guy squinted his eyes and two lines of tears rarely flowed, wetting the red scarf, and the two of them had taken off their glasses and masks before they walked here.

The little guy's chubby body staggered forward.

Qi Lin looked at the back of the little guy without saying a word, felt a little uncomfortable, and followed closely behind him.

The vast and boundless tombstones are in front of this cemetery full of tombstones.

There is a huge stone monument.

A stone tablet in red marble with dense small characters engraved on it.

When he walked in, Qi Lin saw it clearly.

This is a monument of condolence, where too many yodelers were buried twenty years ago.

Dense text, neat and neat, all names.

There are no inscriptions, no accusations or descriptions of the war, just names, nothing more.

The little guy was very short, and the stele was much taller than him, and he looked up at the names on the stele one by one, and tears kept coming out.

Qi Lin found that he was usually very eloquent and clumsy at this time, because he couldn't find any words to comfort the silent little Timo at the moment.

This little Teemo, who is always squinting and smiling on weekdays, is extremely happy.

Teemo suddenly walked up slowly, the tombstone was very large, three meters high, more than ten meters wide, engraved with dense small characters, it was hard to imagine how many people died.

Teemo seemed to be looking for something.

Walking to a place, Teemo seemed to be a little short, and he couldn't see the heights, so he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Qi Lin saw that Timo wanted to find a name, so he automatically stepped forward and hugged Timo without speaking.

Only a meter away from the tombstone.

Timo Jr. watched the tombstone being held in Qi Lin's arms and tears kept flowing, Timo is a boy, the boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just because he hasn't reached the sad place, Timo at this moment is not choked, no words, just crying silently, crying with a face, not like a well-known swift scout, not like a scout who is calm and powerful in danger.

Qi Lin hugged Timo and felt the little guy's body tremble slightly, and his mood was full of sorrow.

What Qi Lin didn't know was that Timo had only been to Yodel Land once, and it was still his regular patrol place, because at this moment, there were four names on the stone tablet that Timo was staring at that Qi Lin didn't understand.

They are, Timo's grandmother, grandfather, dad, and mother.

At this moment, a light rain suddenly fell in the gray sky, silent and cold.

Teemo suddenly jumped down and walked towards the neat graveyard without saying a word.

Walk past tombstones and trample through patches of cold, wet earth.

Stopped at a tombstone, where Timo stopped.

"Grandma Teemo is here, I'll bring your favorite green onion cake, are you okay?"

With that, he took out a small box from the small basket behind him and placed it quietly in front of the tombstone.