In the living room, everyone came to the living room. "Are you okay?" Chen Miaoxue looked at the panting Zhang Fang, and saw Tang Song behind him covering his mouth and smirking. She looked in the direction of the kitchen with a puzzled expression.

"I'm fine, it's just that the fat man suddenly appeared behind me just now and scared me." Zhang Fang was indeed overly frightened, and before he did it, he would only signal that there was no big problem, and he would never mention that it was Tang Song's reason. What surprised him was that Chen Miaoxue's eyes were still staring at him suspiciously, no, no, no, he was staring behind him! The blank piece of paper she was holding in her hand had been crumpled into a ball. Lin Yan's mother and daughter behind her also hugged each other tremblingly. At this moment, Zhang Fang turned his head.

Seeing this, Tang Song, who couldn't stop laughing, also stopped, and he shrugged the detector on his shoulders. "Well, I'll admit it, I was wrong just now, and I apologize to you." His face was full of self-reproach, but the playful expression did not dissipate, and it looked comical. "What? You won't accept my apologies? Zhang Fang's sluggish expression refused to reply for a long time. Well, I was wrong, I shouldn't scare you, I promise there will be no next time. He said very sincerely, laying the thermostat down and leaning heavily on his shoulder. But it seems that his words have not played any role, Zhang Fang's expression is still dull, and his pupils are expanding, not only him, but even Chen Miaoxue behind him also reacts in this way. "Hey, you're all right, I said it was my fault." Tang Song's mood was a little angry, he didn't expect that the other party would not accept his feelings, and repeated apologies seemed redundant. He stretched out his left hand and scratched the back of his head, shaking his head, extremely dissatisfied in his heart.

"Don't!" Zhang Fang finally spoke, and he suddenly stretched out his right hand with a stunned expression, signaling to stop the action was very obvious. "Don't look back!" He almost exclaimed. Tang Song suddenly realized, and at the same moment, he clearly heard a piercing alarm spread from the headset hanging on the detector next to him. Then, he swept over the panel displaying the instrument, and the values on it made him shudder! -eleven degrees Celsius. A cold snap filled his entire back! It turned out that it wasn't the back of the head that itched, but the scalp tingling! The cold breath spread into the corridor, gradually devouring it from behind him. "Run!" If it weren't for Zhang Fang's silent shouting, his collapsed nerves would have been awakened. Even though his legs were numb and his whole body was unconscious, the desire to survive became stronger, and he threw the detector beside him forward, and then the whole person rolled forward. In such a situation, it was no longer possible to escape, and the experience accumulated over the years forced him to take a leap.

Zhang Fang did not hesitate at all, helped him up and stepped back. Tang Song found that the dim lights in the kitchen were flickering, and a cloudy fog was constantly converging, facing the corridor. The foggy cold snap continued to invade the corridor, and the long corridor reverberated with a piercing popping sound, as if something had been torn apart, making people shudder. At this time, Chen Miaoxue stepped forward, she had an extra blood-red candle in her hand, and at the end of the corridor, that is, the location connecting the living room, I saw her squatting down. "May the Lord of Fire forgive you, no one dares to set foot in your territory. Those fanatics who seek to violate your authority will be reduced to ashes from the pain of being burned to ashes, and there will be no bones left. As she spoke, a flame rose from the candle and she placed it outside the corridor. Although the candle flame was small, the reddish one seemed insignificant in the dark corridor, but the continuous cold snap seemed to meet the hot lava and gradually dissipated. They wandered through the corridor, not daring to approach the range of the candlelight. "This is the candelabra of the Fire Devouring Temple, it will only last for a while, and we must complete the ritual before the candle burns out." Chen Miaoxue retreated to the crowd, she was nervous, the development of this matter had far exceeded her expectations.

They sat around the coffee table in the middle of the living room, Chen Miaoxue brought the tea tray aside, and Zhang Fang took out a few seemingly inconspicuous rocks from the black toolbox, only the size of a fist. He carved some kind of wrapping pattern on the coffee table very hard. "These are the Dawning Stones, and they have been around for far longer than you think, when the Light first shone on the earth. If you combine the time map, you can cross time and space, which ordinary people can't do, but Miao Xue is different. Zhang Fang explained to Lin Yan, who was frightened on the side, his eyes were very firm. She's psychic and a true seeker, so you can rest assured. An intricate pattern resembling a pentagonal diamond looms on the coffee table, and five dawn stones are also placed in the five outer corners of the pattern.

"I always thought that the Fire Devouring Temple only existed in holy books, but I didn't expect that there really was such a place." Tang Song held a slender linen rope in his hand and tied one end of it to Chen Miaoxue's left wrist. He was amazed to see in the holy books that there was a fire devouring god who was also known as the Fire Demon because of his strange and moody temperament. The Holy Book doesn't describe much about him, but the Fire Devouring Sanctuary is definitely a forbidden place. This is a myth from thousands of years ago, and if it weren't for the holy books, I'm afraid no one would know about it now. "Have you been? Is the temple full of molten slurry, like bread in the oven? His face was full of astonishment, almost forgetting what had happened to him.

Chen Miaoxue shook her head awkwardly. "It's just a tiny candle in the temple, a gift from a mentor my father met a long time ago." This inevitably reminded her of her deceased father, and she felt a little sad, she took a deep breath and sighed: "Father said that the temple is the territory of the gods, and no mortal dares to set foot in it, and no one knows where it is. She looked at the little girl next to her and smiled. It's just some fairy tales that scare small children. She spread her hands. Don't be afraid, we're here. The girl hesitated, but then put her hands on Chen Miaoxue's palms with great trust. The two of them sat opposite each other, in front of the constructed time map. "Let's close our eyes and listen to my voice, the wind and snow outside are gone, and you won't feel fear even when the darkness hits. The cold night will eventually pass away, and the dawn of dawn is waving at you, and you no longer feel lonely, and you will take my hand by the light. The people in the flowers are smiling at us, the blue sky, the birds are soaring, I feel the spring breeze blowing on my cheeks, and the fragrance of the fragrance. Chen Miaoxue's call echoed in the quiet house, and the little girl gradually closed her eyes.

The chandelier in the living room flickered very slowly, and the delayed picture seemed to add countless rays of light and shadow, as if the eyes of a drunken man were blurred. Chen Miaoxue could hear her own breathing, and she slowly stood up and looked around. The wind was no longer chilling outside the window, and on the wall behind the sofa hung a brand new calendar with the faint inscription April 6th. She turned her head blankly, the little girl and herself were sitting next to the coffee table, and Lin Yan behind the round table looked at her daughter with an anxious face. There are also Zhang Fang and the others beside them, they look back at the corridor of the living room from time to time, Tang Song, who is dragging the rope, is slightly nervous, worried that the knot tied to his left wrist will break. Then the two talked a few words, but unfortunately they couldn't hear it.

She paced in the living room, and the appearance of the past was similar to what she had seen before she came, except for the potted plants on the decorative cabinet, which still looked full of life, and the tender green branches and leaves on it had not withered. Then, she heard a slight movement coming from the corridor, as if someone was flipping through a book. The door of the study next to the kitchen was open, and the light was on inside, Chen Miaoxue walked over, and her crisp footsteps echoed in the corridor. It was Lin Yan, she was sitting in a rocking chair flipping through a copy, it turned out that she used to be a teacher and was sorting out the lesson plan. His face was a little haggard, but he was still very focused, after all, he didn't know that he was in front of him. It only lasted for a while, Lin Yan seemed a little impatient, she closed the book, and walked out of the study, and Chen Miaoxue followed out. In the corridor, she looked left and right, pulling up the more viscous placket from time to time, she should feel stuffy. Then, she walked to the living room, but stopped at the entrance of the stairs, her expression solemn, and she stared upstairs intently. Chen Miaoxue hesitated a little, and then looked up, the corridor was dim, and there was nothing. Maybe Lin Yan didn't see anything like herself, so she went to the living room and walked towards the second window on the left side of the door. Just then, a strange sound came from upstairs, it was footsteps! Heavy steps squeezed against the old planks, squeak, squeak...... It's chilling. Chen Miaoxue looked at Lin Yan sharply, and saw that she was still looking around in front of the window, not noticing this movement at all.

It can't be Lin Qing, can it? An ominous premonition rushed into Chen Miaoxue's mind. At the same moment, Lin Yan at the round table found that her daughter's haggard face had added a bit of pain, and the hand holding Chen Miaoxue was trembling slightly. "It's okay, don't worry, she's with Miao Xue now." Tang Song comforted, but looked at the linen rope on Chen Miaoxue's left wrist even more nervously, as if it was also shaking slightly. And the candlelight in the living room, although it attracted a fiery red, but the candles were already halfway through, and the turbid undercurrent in the kitchen was gathering more and more densely.