Yu Siqi had a dream, in which he was flying freely on the endless grassland, right... That's right, it's really flying. As for why he flies, I'm afraid even he can't explain it properly. But when he realized that he was flying, he realized that he couldn't fly at all, and then he suddenly lost his balance, and his whole body gradually fell in the air, and the ground that was originally covered with long grass turned into a black abyssal mouth, intending to devour him completely.

Just as he was struggling, the oncoming white clouds made him grasp it, and the soft clouds felt great when he pinched them. Feel the temperature transmitted by the clouds, etc... Why do clouds have body temperature? No matter what, the table can sing anyway, and there seems to be nothing controversial about the temperature of the clouds. Then he remembered that he seemed to have fainted, so he managed to open his eyes, and found that what he was grasping was not a cloud at all, but Xie Baozhen's chest, who was staring at him with angry eyes.

"I'm sorry," Yu Siqi realized that he had been resting on Xie Baozhen's knees, and hurriedly withdrew his rude right hand, feeling a little strange in his heart.

"Take the opportunity to eat tofu, I didn't expect you to do this." Gong Chen said with a wicked smile: "I always thought that I thought this trick was good!" ”

"Aren't you up yet? My knees are numb to you," Xie Baozhen pouted.

"Let him lie down a little longer, maybe he hasn't come back to his senses yet!" Father Ann said with a smile.

Yu Siqi hesitated for a moment, then sat up on the floor, and noticed that he was in a very warm room, and there was a burning fireplace in front of the desk, which made the whole room unusually warm. However, judging by the workmanship of the fireplace, it seems to be one of the most recently completed works, as its excuse is not consistent with the color of the surrounding walls.

"We, where is this?" Yu Siqi turned his head and asked as he observed the situation around him.

"Master's study," said Father Ann on a white wall to his left, "but fortunately the big guys are not there, otherwise I would have been called a 'traitor.'" ”

"Just helping guests doesn't get to be called a 'traitor,' Bobomi." Father An said with a pleasant face: "The truth that everyone who comes is a guest, it seems that you still don't understand it very well!" ”

"Are you instilling crooked reasoning in it again?" Gong Chen said: "I still don't understand why you care so much about these strange species, Father. ”

"Probably because I'm a priest," said Father An, pointing to a spiral staircase not far ahead, "since we're awake, let's go on our way, thank you for the journey, Bobomi." ”

"You're welcome," Bobomi said, waving his hand, "this is the master's bedroom, so be careful." ”

"You've got a lot to do all the way, Gong Chen," Xie Baozhen said, "You were also doing things in its stomach before, did you say you couldn't settle down?" ”

"Big sister, what you said, my nature is inseparable," Gong Chen said helplessly: "Let me be as silent as Xiao, I can't do it." ”

"I'm not silent, I just can't take your words, that's all." Yu Siqi explained: "After all, you all have special skills, and I am just a salted fish who can shout 666. ”

"It's not good to put yourself too little and lose your judgment;" Fr. Ann said earnestly: "Proper improvement of your opinion of yourself will be of great help to your future development, believe me. ”

"Got it, Father." Yu Siqi followed them up to a large platform, and the scene in front of him made him stunned.

Although he had seen many strange things along the way, the scene presented in front of him still amazed him. Dense stacks of books stacked on shelves towered around them, littered with broken and discarded furniture fragments and various scraps, and there was no ceiling overhead, only dark clouds floating there. Through the light that refracted from nowhere, Yu Siqi noticed that there seemed to be a workbench in a relatively open space not far from them, and a short man was sitting upright and tinkering with something.

When they looked closer, they found that it was not a short man, but a young man of only ten years old, who did not even raise his head, and asked in a very vicissitudes of voice: "Are you also here to disturb my work?" ”

"No, we're not." Father Ann whispered.

"And what are you doing in my workshop?" The boy tilted his head and slammed an iron nail into a plank, which let out a slight groan.

"Come to my friend Awen," Gong Chen said.

"Arwen? Do you mean the man who once made a wish to me, he is on the seventh row of shelves on your right-hand side. The boy raised his head and spoke, his childish face and his vicissitudes of life were so incompatible that it made people feel as if it were not his voice. The delicate facial features don't seem to have fully grown because they are too young, probably because they haven't been exposed to sunlight for a long time, there is no trace of blood on the whole face, and the eyes that see through everything on the pale face are looking at everyone with a deep gaze, which makes Yu Siqi feel that he seems to want to read everyone's thoughts.

Walking quickly to the shelf he said, Gong Chen saw Awen's figure almost at first sight. Yes, a middle-aged man with a beard was holding a little girl and smirking at everyone. If it weren't for the fact that they were on top of a photo now, Yu Siqi might still be able to feel a faint warmth inside, and now... He could only feel Gong Chen, who had picked up the frame, trembling slightly.

"What the hell is this?" Gong Chen poked Ah Wen on the photo with his hand, and the latter actually stretched out his hand and pushed it away and said, "I said Gong Chen, you don't need to poke me with your hand, right?" ”

"You can still talk, huh?" Gong Chen poked Ah Wen hard and said, "You deceived me so badly, huh?" Say, how do we calculate this? ”

"I'm sorry, but that's all I can do for her." Arwen hugged the little girl tightly and said, "If I had a choice, I would do it again." ”

"Your daughter is dead," Gong Chen roared at the frame, "Don't you know this fact?" ”

"No, Yan Yan is still alive, you see, she can still smile at me!" Ah Wen hugged the smiling little girl and said, "She is a little scared of life now, if she waits a lot, she will call you Uncle Gong." ”

"Fart, Yan Yan has always called me Brother Gong, okay?" Gong Chen said angrily.

"Oh... yes, I didn't actually pay attention to what she called you. But it doesn't matter, anyway, we are now reunited with father and daughter, and we will never be separated again. "There's obviously something wrong with Arwen.

"Father, look... What's going on? Gong Chen asked as he shoved the picture frame into Father An's hand.

"I think it's better to ask the person than me." Fr. Ann looked closely around the frame, walked back to the boy and said, "How did you put a big living person in here?" Did you kill him? ”

"Kill?" The boy stopped what he was doing, took the picture frame and said, "Do you mean that he is dead now?" No, since he doesn't, then why do you think he is not really alive now? ”

"That's because he lost his body," Gong Chen snatched the picture frame and said, "Look at his current appearance, like a moving human figure, can this be considered alive?" ”

"I'm not going to refute your superficial ideas in any way, which will slow down my imagination of creating new things, but as a reward for being able to reach my workshop, I will reluctantly explain to you this superficial truth." The boy jumped out of his chair and stood in front of everyone. As a teenager, his height is obviously not worth mentioning. But as the owner of the tower, the kind of mania and restlessness revealed by him made everyone present have to mention their spirits, after all, no one wants to end up like Arwen.

"Your friend Arwen came to me after his daughter's death, and at that time I was wondering about the idea of a new piece." "He made me a wish, a foolish wish—to resurrect his daughter and let him live with her forever," the boy said in a cold tone. ”

After everyone gasped, the boy looked down at his hands and said, "This is an almost unattainable wish, knowing that there is nothing in my current knowledge that can bring the dead back to life." Yes, Teacher Pavadi was afraid of my talents and always tried to avoid exposing me to those terrible documents and archives. I know he's just jealous of my talent, and like his hilarious disguise, he's always trying to hide his humility. ”

"His disguise is not funny," corrected Father Ann.

"Of course, when I noticed you wearing his funny outfit, I knew you were one of the same kind." The young man clenched his hands into fists and said, "People like you will only use narrow ideas to structure the path of others in order to achieve the goal of suppressing the talents of others. ”

"Ridiculous theory," said Fr. Ann.

"Isn't it, you think I didn't know that the boy behind you was your student? Do you think I don't know you always have reservations about teaching? Do you think I don't know that you always teach him only theoretical knowledge, and hide all the practical books in private? Am I right, little girl? Did he ask you to put the books on martial arts he had read in the basement? The young man's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at Xie Baozhen viciously and said.

"That's just because the shelves don't fit," said Fr. Ann.

"Perfunctory excuse," said the young man, returning to his seat, "now that your purpose has been accomplished, take that damned picture frame with you." I'm busy, and I still have work to do! ”

"We'll leave, but until then, we want to have a good talk with you." Father Ann seemed indifferent to what the boy had just said.

"There's nothing more to talk about, I've been merciful enough to return Arwen to you, and even sent me my most cherished work, such kindness doesn't happen every day, you should know how to be grateful." The boy said as he tapped the pieces of iron hard.

"Can we put it another way, and let you cancel this gift?" Fr. Ann asked, "I thought, maybe you will be able to fulfill my wish again?" ”

"Why would I do that? Is it any good for me to do this? The young man said contemptuously: "No, since there is none." So why should I put down the work at hand to satisfy you? ”

"May you take the liberty of asking, what are you doing now?" Father Ann asked politely.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, it's just some creative materials anyway," said the boy, pointing to a dilapidated cupboard on the left-hand side, "This cupboard has been with me for years, and I want to fix it now, but I am missing some materials, and they just came." ”

"The intruders?" Father Ann walked over to the cabinet and took a closer look, when there was some shaking inside. The crowd hurriedly opened the door of the cabinet and found that there was a woman tied up inside, her eyes brutally gouged out.

"Are you okay?" Father Ann untied the ropes from their bodies and asked with concern.

"It couldn't be better, I can't see anything with my eyes now. Excuse me, am I blind? Also, who are you? The woman asked alarmedly.

"Dan Rong is you, Dan Rong?" Gong Chen picked up the woman in a panic and asked, "How did you become like this?" ”

"Gong Chen?" The woman named Dan Rong groped Gong Chen's body awkwardly with her hands and feet and said, "Have you finally waited for reinforcements?" Great, I thought I was going to die..."

"Where have the people who came up with you gone?" Father Ann frowned and asked, "It's the guy who set fires everywhere." ”

"Do you mean Hou Leshan? He was made into a stove and put it downstairs, didn't you see it when you came? Dan Rong choked up and said, "It was a nightmare, we were defeated by a gentleman in a suit and a top hat, and then tied up in the reception room on the fifth floor." Then the terrible boy appeared, and he took us to his workshop, first did that to Leshan, and then gave me my eyes to prevent me from escaping..."

"I can't forgive," Gong Chen gently put Danrong on a fairly clean blanket and said, "I'll take you out, trust me." ”

"Has it finally come this far?" The boy turned his face and said, "Really, you know that I'm busy now, but you still want to disturb my work. For such a guest, I think I should do my best to be a landlord. ”

"Then I really should teach you what hospitality is," said Father An, though he was not angry, but the intention he conveyed made the air around him boil.