The ship of the dead leisurely rippled on the night spring, and the kerosene lamp on the bow illuminated the pale faces floating under the night spring, and the miserable white faces sank to the bottom of the water fleetingly as long as they were illuminated by the light, not knowing whether they were spying on the people on the boat, or fearing this faint light.

Yuan Xi and Luo Ruyan sat at the bow of the boat and looked at the other two people on the boat with vigilant eyes, while Ran Xiao sat in the center of the boat with her legs hunched and squinted not knowing what she was thinking, while the Son of Dusk lowered his head and was holding the oars without saying a word, and the boat fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

"What kind of existence is the white fox? Do you have any enmity with it? Why kill it? It was Yuan Xi who tentatively broke the suffocating silence.

"The white fox, as the name suggests, is a stinky fox, but it got some things that don't belong to it, and has achieved some status that doesn't belong to it, and now the white fox exists as the 'maintainer' of all the words and rules in the spirit world, because of the existence of the white fox, all the spells and the rules of the spirit world can operate." The Children of Twilight did not mean to hide it, but gave it all.

"When did I say I was going to kill it? How could I possibly kill a god like the White Fox? No matter how long it has been sleeping now, no matter how weak it is, it is still a god, and the only one who can kill the god is the god itself, and I just want it to fall into an eternal sleep! The Children of Twilight said complacently.

"Isn't the eternal sleep death?" Ran Xiao suddenly interjected faintly.

"I don't plan to kill the white fox, I can't kill it at all, I just strip it of its consciousness and let it exist as a totemic thing forever, just like the current black sun, of course we need gods, but we don't need gods who try to sway our will and dictate to us, the so-called gods should be cold and dead totems on the altar." The Children of Twilight affirmed that there was not the slightest awe in its mouth about the gods, and there was only sarcasm and contempt in its tone.

"Then how are you going to deprive this 'white fox' of his will? Since you call it a god, then it is difficult to take away the will of a god, right? Luo Ruyan didn't seem to be blinded by this series of new concepts, but kept up with the whimsical thinking of the Children of Dusk.

"Hey, hey, that's the end story, some things don't work when you say it." The Children of Twilight laughed strangely, and then suddenly took a few pretentious breaths and said:

"Whew...... Call...... I've been rowing for so long, it's time for me to take a break, and now I'm rowing with a smile. It didn't have the slightest tone of inquiry, but spoke in a commanding tone.

"You're still tired?" Ran Xiao said with some surprise, but without the slightest intention of resisting, he took two oars from the hands of the Children of Dusk, passed by the Children of Dusk and sat on the stern of the boat and began rowing, after all, this is the boat of the Children of Dusk, if it disobeys its will, if it is in a bad mood, it is not impossible to directly throw people off the boat.

"Where do I row?" Ran Xiao only thought of this question after holding the oar, the boat was foggy on all sides, and there was no recognizable reference, where to row?

"You just need to follow the guidance of the light to find the direction, many times everything you see is a phantom of nothingness, and only the light that guides you is the only way forward." The Children of Twilight whispered.

Yuan Xi and Luo Ruyan noticed that the kerosene lamp on the bow of the boat had been guided by an invisible force to adjust the direction of the light, not driven by the ripples on the lake surface or the inertia of the boat at all, but the lamp itself was driven by some force to point in a certain direction, no matter how the boat rocked, the direction of the light never deflected.

And the son of dusk had already sat in front of Yuan Xi and Luo Ruyan, looking at the two of them with interest with the eyes that were always flowing with brilliance under its black sockets, Yuan Xi and Luo Ruyan subconsciously leaned towards each other under such a gaze, and the two only felt goosebumps on their bodies, as if there were countless cool snakes swimming on their bodies, Yuan Xi and Luo Ruyan originally had a lot of words and questions that they wanted to communicate in secret, but in this narrow boat, Any subtle words were afraid that they would fall into the ears of the unfathomable deer-headed monster and Ran Xiao, so they still chose to remain silent while relying on the tacit understanding that existed without any communication.

"Don't be nervous, I hope that this rare journey together will be pleasant and easy, as long as we have a cheerful and cheerful heart, can we not be at peace in a place like the spiritual realm? Why bother with a pretty little face, it's not pretty! The Children of Twilight laughed and teased, and its bone-faced face made such a laugh only more disturbing.

"Well, I'll play a tune for you to listen to and relieve your boredom, after all, there is still a long way to go on this voyage, and we all need some entertainment and pastime!" Without asking Yuan Xi and Luo Ruyan's opinions, the son of dusk took out a melodica from the sleeve of his right hand, the melodica looked very old, its metal back plate was a little rusty, Yuan Xi's eyesight was very good now, she seemed to see a cute fawn about to jump on the back of this melodica, very smart.

It was hard to imagine that such a guy with a deer's head made of white bones could still play the melodica, and it placed the melodica under the skeleton that covered its face, and used its mouth hidden under the skeleton to bite the mouth of the melodica, and before playing, it smiled softly at Yuan Xi and said:

"You liked to listen to this song the most when you were a child, I don't know if you remember, its name is "Night Thoughts".

When I was a child? Yuan Xi pondered this sentence in astonishment, did the guy in front of him, who called himself the son of Dusk, know her when she was a child? Yuan Xi's childhood as Yuan Xi was pale and distant, and he didn't have the slightest impression of this weird guy, could it be that what it was talking about was Yuan Xi's childhood in the past? Countless questions suddenly came to Yuan Xi's mind, she was eager to explore the past of this body, and this guy in front of her seemed to have her past hidden in the fog and darkness?

"Don't ask, I don't want to answer any questions, a lot of things, you have to think about it yourself, you can really get it back."

But the Child of Dusk didn't give Yuan Xi any chance to ask questions, it just lowered its head and began to play, shaking its head to the rhythm of the music.

The unique and slightly hoarse sound of the melodica flows above the night spring, and what flows in the music is memories, the time of the past, the night of sinking, and the endless nostalgia.

Ran Xiao was not moved in the slightest by such music, she didn't say a word, just looked at the light of the kerosene lamp on the bow of the boat in a daze.

When Luo Ruyan heard this song, she seemed to be touched to a corner of her heart, pursed her small and delicate lips, and fixed her gaze at the child of dusk, who was already immersed in the music.

And Yuan Xi, after hearing this song, there seemed to be something in the brain that was touched, and bursts of stinging pain came from the depths of the brain, she sometimes frowned, sometimes stretched, sometimes smiled, sometimes sad, this is not some spiritual vision, what Yuan Xi felt, just some memories in the brain that had been sealed for too long and too long, were touched by such a song, those ice of the past years were no longer indestructible, and the iceberg of memory collapsed and melted little by little with this song.

Yuan Xi thought of the lonely nights, she looked up and looked at the starry sky, no, there was no starry sky above her head, her starry sky only existed in her dreams, and the top of her head had always been a dead wall...... Yuan Xi looked at the high wall that was impossible to climb over again and again, she sat alone on the grass shrouded by the long night, there were cicadas chirping around her, fireflies flew by, Yuan Xi watched the creeper grow all over the high wall, watched the countless ancient and solemn symbols on the high wall collapse little by little with time, watched the bones hanging on the high wall being blown into dust and sand by the wind, day after day, year after year, light and darkness were endlessly intertwined, but the high wall was never knocked down by time, it was really boring.

Then Yuan Xi will feel very bored and bored, so bored that she has to find a way to let herself have a chat, how to chat, it is better to chat with herself, what to talk about, it is better for her to make up some stories to play, so she will start her own rambling reverie, she will fantasize that there are many, many friends around her, parents, relatives, teachers, there are many, many stories around her and then end, there are many worlds she shuttles through the distance to experience jumping, but in all her fantasies, There are those walls full of vines, she is locked in the wall forever, never see the slightest scenery outside the wall, every time the fantasy ends, Yuan Xi will always see the high wall that is so tall that it covers the sky and the sun, and plunges the world into eternal darkness Standing in front of her, and then Yuan Xi will almost despair, almost commit suicide, almost crazy, because there is only eternal silence and loneliness inside the wall.

At this time, she would always sing some tunes to the high wall, humming some tunes, playing and singing some songs from a long, long time with some instruments left over from the past time that she found after rummaging under the ruins day after day, for a long, long time, she had endless time to think and conceive, and countless tunes were disassembled and reassembled in her mind, some songs were called "Eulogy", some songs were called "Seven Deaths", and some tunes were called "Night Thoughts...... Countless tunes, in fact, are singing about her despair, her loneliness, her remorse, her madness......

Yuan Xi sometimes felt that the long, bleak and deep "Night Thoughts", until now, was probably still echoing in a corner that she couldn't see, never stopping, countless worlds were singing that song together, and now it sounded like fate in the melodica of the Children of Dusk......

(To be continued.) )