The last to enter the cave was Zarik, who didn't make a move on Lowe.

Zarik didn't intend to kill Lowe, at least until he completely drained all of Lowe's value, and he would keep the idea of killing the other party in his heart for the time being.

The passage in the cave is deep and winding, and at the top of the passage hangs sharp and thick dark green stalagmites, and drops of viscous and fishy liquid slowly condense at the tips of the stalagmites, and finally drip on the smooth ice surface, falling into beautiful flowers.

Lowe stretched out his palm and stroked it gently over the viscous liquid.

The liquid is cold, viscous and pungent, but not corrosive in the slightest.

Luo stared at the familiar slime on the palm of his hand, and looked down in thought.

The fact that this liquid that impressed him was here means that they will also appear in this underground ruin. If everything that follows seems familiar, then perhaps the original plan could be modified a little, and with enough caution, killing gods is not entirely impossible.

"Don't grind any more, you need to go faster! Dear Mr. Lowe!"

Zarik's voice sounded behind Luo, and the yin and yang words no longer contained the respect and politeness that they had before.

The hole blasted out by Geuin was once again covered in snow and ice, and it was believed that it would not be long before this place would become the slightest different from the rest of the Ice Valley.

What's more, the only hole that can be smashed open by a fist is constantly changing, and perhaps only the mysterious crow of Geonin can find its exact location.

Lowe wasn't in the slightest bit unhappy by the sudden change in Zarik's attitude. On the contrary, his mood began to grow more and more cheerful.

After walking long enough in the dark passageway, Lowe finally saw the figures of Geuin and Baal appear not far ahead. They seemed to be waiting for their two companions who were left behind, and Luo faintly heard the sound of trickling water.

Lowe had never seen the sound of water flowing above the wilderness, and the refreshing sound and the flow of water from the cold water pipes were completely different concepts.

The former is like the ordinary and happy ordinary people in the old era, but the latter is very much like the strange person in the new era who has become unrecognizable.

But this is an ice field dripping with ice, how can there be such a great nostalgia, maybe it can only appear in the trickle of fields and forests in the old days?

Compared to Urlo's doubts, Barr, who had experienced the old era, was obviously more obsessed with and cherished the underground stream in front of him. He even sternly warned Geron not to go near the stream, because he felt that Geron was so dirty that even the slightest hint would desecrate the stream, which reminded him of the warmth of the old days.

Geuin wasn't the slightest bit annoyed, it wasn't the first time she'd been here, and it wasn't the first time she had been treated like this by Barr. Her black-robed body leaned against the cold side wall behind her, staring coldly at the man crouched by the stream, almost giving his entire back to herself.

"What a hypocritical old fellow, if you are really so obsessed with the old times, why are you willing to give up the attachment of human beings and choose the path of evolution? And still walking on this road faster than most people......"

Geuin knew very well that this stream was the best chance to sneak up on Baal during the entire journey. After a short period of confusion, the old god would soon wake up from the dreams of the old times and return to his lethargic state again.

But G'Oin didn't do that, and she didn't plan to sneak up on a sub-god who was stuck in a memory. At least she needed Baal's shelter before she could cross the area of the hurricane that roamed countless swarms. Then, there she will obtain the four fruits of good and evil, and end her exploration and choose to return without hesitation.

Her strength was the lowest of all, and she knew very well what she could carry in her arms, and which things, even the slightest hint of covetousness, might leave her in this strange and ancient ruin forever.

As for the super powerhouse, Ge Oin remembered that Zarik called the other party Luo, and Ge Oin didn't take Luo in his eyes at all, and the moment he walked out of the ghost leech area, it was also the time when Ge Oin killed him.

She needs more good and evil, and she needs to come again, so she must stop Zarik from finally completing his sacrifice and destroying the ruins once and for all.

Killing Lo also ruined Zarik's sacrificial ritual, and the sacrifice could not be carried out without sacrifices. Zarik shouldn't have gone crazy enough to sacrifice a subgod.

Despite his age, the aging subgod is still not a being that can be humiliated.

Göin heard the footsteps of Si Si Soso behind him, and it must have been the arrival of the little guy who still fantasized about taking the Tree of Good and Evil and taking the land for himself.

Zarik was well aware of Barr's habits, the powerful old man wasting some time here every time he came, and did not like to be disturbed. So Zarik stopped in time as soon as he walked up to G'Oin.

And he didn't seem to intend to remind Luo that he chose to remain silent like G. Oin.

Lowe would walk to the stream, and then he would suffer the anger of Baal when he was disturbed. The next kid who doesn't seem to be too difficult to get along with, and is cunning enough, is likely to fight back for self-preservation, and even leave a small scar on Baal, who is already much weaker than he was last time.

Of course, Zarik will save Lowe in due time and save Lowe after Lozibar has left enough scars.

The balance of victory is not eternal, it always tilts quietly under the influence of some trivial minutiae.

Lowe was aware of Zarik's stopping, and Geoin, who was leaning silently to the side, but he still walked towards the stream, to the tall, threatening, and lonely figure crouching by the stream.

He wasn't going to take a look at the trickling brook that had never been in his field of vision, much less to wash his face or take a drink, even though he hadn't drunk in a long time. He just wanted to appear behind Barr at this time and go and say a few words to Barr.

At this time, Baal was no longer the greedy, treacherous, and high-minded sub-god in Luo's eyes. He was just an old man, like old Pat, the former cellar caretaker of the H913 gathering ground, who had a clear memory of the old times, and an old man who was unwilling to let go of his memories.

Does it remind you of something? Uncle Barr. ”

Lowe stood behind Barr and asked softly, in a calm and quiet voice, as if reminding his elderly father who had a bad memory that he should never forget to bring the key to the house when he went out.

"Yes, it reminds me of some dusty memories, and it's one of the reasons why I get into here tirelessly again and again. Perhaps only when I gaze at it can I think of the sunrise and sunset, the ordinary happiness of the past, and the human identity of the past......"

Barr kept whispering, his old voice full of remembrance, and he even reached out and bowed a handful of clear, muffled water, and splashed it lightly on his old, wrinkled face, as he had done a long, long time ago.

Lowe held out his hand and placed it gently on Barr's shoulder. Maybe he was just trying to alleviate some of the lingering remorse in Baal's heart in this way.

He had decided not to let Baal out of the cave again, Baal had always been his opponent, an opponent who could destroy him, and for his opponents, Lowe had always been ruthless and ruthless.

But Lowe doesn't want to do it here, as soon as possible, no matter from which angle you analyze, killing this deep in memories of Baal has the highest success rate.

Perhaps, Lowe just didn't want to interrupt an old man's bond with fond memories, and didn't want the killing to pollute the stream that was still flowing.

"Come, my child, crouch beside it like I did, you need to be closer to it before it wants to stare at you."

Barr's voice was still confused, but his blurred eyes had gradually regained their brightness.

Loiyan stepped up and crouched by the stream like Barr.

"My dear child, have you ever had the experience of gazing at your own reflection from a stream? You shouldn't have been, it's almost extinct. ”

The stream in front of Luo trickled, and he didn't know where he came from, and he didn't ask about the way back. In this way, quietly and persistently on this forgotten land.

Luo lowered his head and looked at the reflection of the black eyes and black hair in the stream, and looked at the calm and deep eyes.

His countenance, which was barely blemished, was as delicate as if he had been pinched by the hand of God, his messy and silky black hair covered most of his forehead, and his pursed lips had an indescribable stubbornness.

Luo looked carefully at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, and he wanted to find some imperfection on it, even if it was a wrinkle, even if it was a blue-gray stubble, or a nose hair sticking out of his head.

No, nothing! Only the terrifyingly delicate whiteness, as white as an ancient jade that had been pregnant for thousands of years.

"In my years as a human being, I frolicked in such a stream, and I couldn't even move a slightly larger rock, let alone have the mental strength to make others fearful, but I was happy and happy."

Barr looked at Lo beside him, a smile on his face again.

"So, my child, cherish it! Everything that has the imprint of the old times is worth cherishing. And I, on the other hand, have lost the right to cherish them. ”

Barr stood up and looked at Zarik and Gourne, who were already walking up behind him.

"Please forgive me for having another dream. So, let's follow this damn stream and continue to explore the mysteries of the icefield natives. ”