In winter, the Psychic Valley has become devoid of spiritual energy, and when Duanmu Qing came here with Cai Wei, he saw the desolation here at a glance, and even the withered grass in front of the door was not cleared.

He reached out and knocked on the door, and after waiting for a while, no one answered the door.

After thinking about it, I reached out and pushed it, and the door was pushed open all at once.

Duanmu Qingjing walked in, and there was a face of spider webs on his head, only to find that this room seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time.

Surprised by this discovery, she pushed the door open to let in the light, only to find that the whole room was covered with dust, and it was clear that the people in the house had been gone for a long time.

The Night Pearl on the table was gone, and the rattan chair behind the table was covered with dust.

When he was looking at the room in a daze, the door suddenly rang, and when he turned around, he saw Cai Wei's face solemn.

"What's wrong?" Duanmu Qing walked over and asked.

Cai Wei stretched out her hand and pointed to the back of the house.

The grass behind the house was desolate, but it had been picked out of a path by Cai Wei, and at the end of that path was a pair of bones.

Duanmu Qing hurriedly walked over, and almost immediately determined that this person was a psychic old man.

Just because the psychic old man was originally a dwarf, and his figure was very different from ordinary people, it was very simple to distinguish.

After the initial shock, Duanmu Qing crouched down and carefully examined the skeleton, only to surprise herself.

Cai Wei looked at Duanmuqing suspiciously, Duanmuqing understood what she meant, but she still shook her head slightly: "It wasn't him who killed." ”

Judging from this skeleton, it is indeed not what he killed, but like a natural death.

Moreover, Duanmu Qing found that next to this skeleton, a somewhat peculiar figure was placed with stones.

But she recognized it, and it was the same as the pattern on her hand.

At that time, the princess thought that she was really pregnant, and she also embroidered this pattern on the belly pocket of the child she intended to give her.

She knew that this was in the hidden country, which meant praying for blessings.

He's praying for the blessing of the hidden country!

Looking at the simple room again, she suddenly remembered that time she had been here, and heard him talk about what it was like to be in that war.

Perhaps, the only home in his heart is the mysterious hidden country!

Therefore, even at the end of his life, he still does not want to stay in this house, but would rather go outside the house and die in heaven and earth.

At least, the sky, or the same piece of sky, is the same everywhere.

Looking up at the sky, Duanmu Qing's heart gradually sank, as if a big stone had been pressed heavily.

I don't know how many hidden people are still dying on this land silently, and I don't know how many hidden people are looking forward to returning to their own land in their hearts.

Go home!

She had to find their way home, she had to take them all back.

Finding some foreshadowing from the house, Duanmu Qing cremated the bones of the psychic old man, and then carefully packed them in a porcelain altar and wrapped them in cloth, and one day, she would bring his soul back to the hidden country.

After making sure that there was nothing in the house, Duanmu Qing left, returned to King Ling's mansion, and called the sweet potato.

"What is this?" As soon as the sweet potato came to the Si Boudoir Pavilion, he saw the white porcelain altar on the table.

At this time, there were only the two of them in the room, and Duanmu Qing naturally had an important matter to call him over alone, so at this time, the sweet potato also put away the normalcy of the hippie smile, and asked seriously.

"This is the last wish of a recluse."

Hearing the word "Hidden Country", the eyes of the sweet potato showed a very rare sadness.

Seeing his eyes, Duanmu Qing remembered the wrinkled face of the psychic old man again.

"As far as I know, after the people of the Hidden Kingdom appear in the Huatian Continent, they will basically have physical defects due to various reasons.

Ling'er and you are an exception, after the two of them used the ability, they were only physically exhausted, and they didn't see other symptoms.

However, like my mother, Qiubai, psychic old man, most of them have a short lifespan, my mother is gradually declining in the body, Qiubai Guoshi I don't know, psychic old man is accelerating aging.

The Night Soul, on the other hand, has a shortened lifespan, I think, probably because the abilities of the Hidden Nation are not suitable for this place. ”

Sweet potato couldn't imagine that Duanmu Qing knew so many hidden people, which made him surprised and delighted.

"They...... You ......"

I was so excited that I didn't know what to say for a while, so I organized the language before I asked, "How did you find them?" I think there must be a lot of hidden people hiding in the corner, can you find everyone? ”

Duanmu Qing said: "I am looking for you today because I want to tell you something." ”

Sweet potato nodded: "You say." ”

"Now, there are only you and Ling'er by my side, but Ling'er doesn't seem to know anything about the affairs of the hidden country, and her temperament is really not stable enough, so I have to hide it from her for the time being.

These days, I can also see that in fact, you still want to go back to the hidden country, otherwise you wouldn't be so helpful to me. ”

"I believe what you told me at the time." At this time, where does the sweet potato still look like a child on weekdays.

His eyes, anyone who saw it, was afraid that there was no way to think that it would be a child.

"In this jar are the ashes of an old man I saw before, the psychic old man I just told you.

He was also a hermit and could read minds, and he told me things I couldn't even believe. ”

"What?" The sweet potato's expression was a little nervous, and a pair of eyes were also staring at Duanmu Qing tightly, as if he was afraid that he had missed something.

"The last time I told you that my mother was Qiu Tian, it was because I grew up with her since I was a child."

Duanmu Qing said seriously, without any hint of jokes.

"You mean Aunt Tian isn't your mother?"

Nodding, Duanmu Qing still looked at him: "I believe that since you know that my mother is Qiu Tian, you should know that she is the personal maid of the Snow Maiden." ”

Sweet potato listened to her say word by word, the expression on her face was not unsurprised, and it took a long time to get excited.

He stood up from the stool with a "poof", fixed on Duanmu Qing's eyes motionless, but his body trembled a little.

"You...... You ......" trembled his lips only to realize that he could not speak at all.

Biting his tongue fiercely, the sweet potato let out a long breath: "You are the daughter of the Snow Maiden?!" ”

There was no need for Duanmu Qing's answer, her expression spoke for itself.

"I think it should be true."

When the sweet potato's mood stabilized a bit, Duanmu Qing said lightly.

Who knows, the sweet potato's reaction is more intense than she expected.

When he heard her affirmative words, this person with the body and soul of a child suddenly burst into tears.

It's not sobbing, it's not sobbing, it's really crying, crying directly to the ground.

This made Duanmu Qing panic for a while.

"Sweet potato ......" relieved himself for a while, hurriedly walked to his side, squatted down and shook him.

Who knew that the sweet potato actually hugged Duanmu Qing: "Snow girl...... Woowoo...... Woowoo woo ......"

This made Duanmu Qing suddenly at a loss, originally intending to ask him to discuss things, but it turned out to be like this.

"Okay, sweet potato ......"

"Snow Maiden...... We can go home, I can go back, finally I can go home......"

She knew that the person who threw herself in her arms at this time, although he was only ten years old, was indeed a thirty-year-old man.

At this time, the sweet potato howled like this, which suddenly made Duanmu Qing feel sad, if it wasn't for the desire from the heart, how could a big man cry like this.

It took a long time, it seems, for the sweet potato to stop crying.

After crying, he was full of excitement, and looked at Duanmu Qing over and over again, as if he had just seen her for the first time.

"I've never seen the Snow Maiden up close, and I don't know what she looks like, but I only know that in the hearts of the Hidden People, the Snow Maiden is our god."

According to the psychic old man, she should be the only bloodline of the Snow Girl at this time, that is, the next Snow Girl.

No! Her birth mother has passed away.

She is the current Snow Girl.

"I've let you down." In order to ease the atmosphere at this time, Duanmu Qing said with a smile.

The sweet potato shook his head violently, and then looked at Duanmu Qing with a blank eye: "We'll go back, right?" ”

With such eyes and such a desire, Duanmu Qing couldn't refuse at all.

Nodding heavily: "I'll go back." ”

After finishing speaking, he said again: "No matter how difficult it is, no matter what happens, we will definitely go back, definitely, back to our own home!" ”

The sweet potato, whose eyes were still red, immediately smiled: "Okay! ”

"I'm here for you!"

"You say, how?!" As soon as he heard this, the sweet potato suddenly came to his senses and wiped a handful of tears directly with his sleeve.

"I think, there must be many hidden people in this Dongli and even Xiqi.

I've been looking into the war before, trying to find someone to find their way to the Hidden Country.

However, one or two failed, and it seems that someone is sabotaging behind our back.

I think that at this point, someone has probably noticed me, and if I continue along this line of thought, I don't think anything will come of it.

So, I decided to take a different approach, which is to find our own people first, and then we can brainstorm and maybe find the specific location of the hidden country. ”

Glancing at the white porcelain altar on the table, Duanmu Qing continued: "Seeing the passing of the psychic old man, I realized that the time of the hidden people is actually running out. ”

Sweet potato knows what Duanmu Qing means, the psychic old man is like this, Qiu Tian is like this, Qiu Bai is also like this, probably at this time, most of the hidden people who are still on the Huatian Continent have already stood on the verge of death. 638