The monsters on the ground are still wreaking havoc, and Bluebell is hiding in the corner of the hall to sleep with the corpses.

At dawn, the fog cleared, the monster was gone, and the young man Wren came out of the stone house. Carefully holding his shotgun, he patrolled the scorched woods, only to see that large areas of land had been turned over, and the monsters of last night seemed to be rummaging for something.

Eventually, Wren found a large pit at the edge of a trap with traces of a giant claw digging at the edge.

"Did something else fall into the trap?" Wren put away his shotgun and cautiously climbed down the trap. But on the side of the trap, a collapsed hole was found.

Wren hesitated for a moment, then took off the shotgun from his shoulder again, loaded the bullet, and burrowed into the hole.

The bluebell in the hall was awakened by the cold of the early morning, rubbed his hands, and couldn't help but sneeze. The fire that had been lit last night had been extinguished, and just as he was about to rekindle the fire, he suddenly heard footsteps in the tunnel.

Bluebell gently drew his long knife and stood on tiptoe to the entrance of the hall, clinging to the wall. At this moment, a figure burrowed into the hall, and Bluebell pounced on him like a predator, and the sound of a gunshot shook his eardrums.

The man was equally agile, and he rolled over and stood up, aiming the muzzle of the black hole at the blue bell.

"Who are you?"

Although I don't know what this long tube is, Bluebell has already learned how powerful it is.

"My name is Bluebell."

"What are you doing here?" Wren's eyes were full of wariness.

"Passing by." Bluebell replied truthfully.

"That thing was looking for you last night?" Wren asked again.

"Yes."

After a few moments, Wren didn't see a lie in Bluebell's clear eyes, so he put away his shotgun and reached out to pull Bluebell up.

"My name is Wren."

"You live here?" Seeing that Wren put away his gun, Blue Bell suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Hmm." At this time, Wren was equally attracted by everything in the hall, and his face was also full of doubt.

"These people and the frescoes ......"

"Let's go up first."

In the stone house, Wren handed a bowl of black things to Bluebell.

"I'm sorry, but there's really nothing to entertain." The girl sat on the bed and apologized for her brother.

"This is my sister, Rena." Wren smiled and pointed to the girl.

"Hello, I'm Bluebell." Bluebell smiled politely at the girl, but when he met the girl's big brown eyes, he was suddenly stunned. A wonderful feeling rose in my heart, and the girl in front of me was as if she had seen it in a dream.

"Hey, it's rude to look at a lady like that." Wren smacked Bluebell's shoulder and smiled.

"Hug ...... I'm sorry. Bluebell is also a **** teenager, and when he heard Wren's reminder, he lowered his head with a flushed face.

"Where are you from? Bluebell? Rena changed the subject in order to alleviate the embarrassment.

"The Desert of the West." Bluebell whispered.

Hearing Bluebell's answer, the siblings Wren and Rena glanced at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes. Growing up with horror stories of their childhood in the Western desert, like sorcerers without heads, withered demons, etc., they never heard of humans living there.

"What's in the desert? Why are you here? Rena asked curiously.

"There were my people there, but they were all killed by the sons of Rahu. I follow in the footsteps of the Light Chaser. Bluebell lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry." Rena whispered.

"Son of Rahu?" Wren muttered.

"Was last night's monster Rahu?" Bluebell suddenly raised his head and asked.

"We call them Fog Shadows. It usually only haunts foggy nights, and few people have seen its true face, because everything it has seen has been turned to ashes. Rena replied.

"Who is the Light Chaser?" Wren asked.

"It is said that our ancestor traveled through this land a long time ago to the unknown East in search of light. I saw him on the mural in the hall. Can you tell me who carved the mural in the hall? Bluebell's eyes sparkled with hope.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, we, like you, have all been killed by the Shadow of the Mist. Even if it was our ancestors who built the hall, there are no legends or written records. Wren shrugged.

"Alright then, thank you for your hospitality." Blue Bell got up to say goodbye, he wasn't used to being around people.

"Well, can you do me a favor." Wren was a little embarrassed to speak, but he had to.

"We're leaving, too, but Rena's leg injury hasn't healed yet. And we must leave this plain before nightfall, or we will never be able to get out. Wren explained again.

"It's too dangerous, it's a bit of a strong man's difficulty, so forget it." Seeing that Bluebell was a little silent, Rena reluctantly smiled.

"No, I'm happy to help. I just felt something. At this moment, the bell on Bluebell's right wrist vibrated again, and he pushed open the door and saw a blue star emerge from the earth, and finally merged into a blue light and drilled into the bell, like a suspended liquid, stored in the bell.

This bell is something that I was born with. So far, Bluebell can't figure out what it is. What does it do?

It was because of this bell that Bluebell once suspected that he might not be from the Desert Clan. As for his own background, it is likely that for some reason, the old patriarch lied to himself. He remembers that since he was a child, the eyes of the people looking at him were full of awe, and over time, he found that it was not him who people were in awe, but this bell.

Bluebell remembers that he survived the fire in which his people were exterminated, and that he was not burned last night because of the protection of blue light. This shows that the bell has a strong protective effect, and the blue liquid circulating in the bell is like a reserve energy, but the blue bell does not understand its essence.

"A lot of time has been wasted today, we understand that let's go again." Wren didn't see any blue light, just saw that Bluebell had been in a daze.

"Oh, okay." Bluebell retracted his thoughts and nodded blankly.

"I'll go find something to eat, let's talk." Wren grabbed his back and walked out of the stone house.

"Wren is a good older brother." Faced with the unspeakable Bluebell, Rena broke the icy atmosphere in the air.

"Why didn't you run away sooner?" Bluebell thought of his people again, knowing that there was a lot of danger, but he still didn't choose to flee.

"We've tried, but there's always an inexplicable force that keeps me and Wren here, and it seems like we'll never get out of here." Rena said with some sadness.

"For example?" Hearing this, Bluebell felt a sigh of relief.

"It's like going around in circles. But before you even appeared, I had a dream. I dreamed that someone came from the west, wrapped in a blue light, and led me and Wren out of the land. After Rena finished speaking, she laughed unconsciously, as if she felt very naïve.

"Blu-ray?" However, Bluebell's shoulder shook suddenly, revealing the bell intentionally or unintentionally. But there was nothing unusual on Rena's face. This means that only you can see the blue light in the bell, so why does it appear in Rena's dream?

Looking at Rena's fair face and brown eyes, Bluebell fell into some kind of delusion, feeling a closeness from the depths of her soul, as if they had once been in love with each other.

Who am I? This is the first time that Bluebell has asked such a question to himself.