"Zhuo?"

A weak low call came into Su Qi's ears, he quickly turned his head, there seemed to be a crouching figure under the stairs in front of him, there was a severed beam on his body, and a fire was burning on it, if it weren't for some gravel under the beam, this person would probably have been burned alive.

He slowly squatted down in front of the man, only to find that his skin had been scorched, half of his head was hit by a stone, and his flesh was blurred, fortunately, the burning stone directly scorched his wound, and there was no large amount of blood loss, so he barely persevered, and waited until Su Qi.

But even then, he won't survive.

Su Qi knew this very well, so he didn't try to rescue him, but just reached out and pushed away a few pieces of rubble, revealing half of this person's face, Su Qi stared at it carefully for a long time, only to find that he was actually high.

Gao Shen's face was close to the ground, only one eye was exposed, which was full of blood, slightly open, and his tone was fluttering, "Is it Ah Zhuo?"

"It's me. ”

"Go, go and save Nangong ......"

Gao Shen's arm twitched uncontrollably, and Su Qi was stunned for a moment, only to find that his fingers were trembling and pointing to the north, which was the direction of the back door of the inn, "She's there, there...... Nan, Nangong, I don't know if she has ...... Is there a ......?"

"Okay, I'll go!"

Su Qi held Gao Shen's hand and nodded heavily.

"Good ......"

Gao Shen seemed to have lost all his strength, his body trembled slightly, but soon calmed down, his eyes were hazy and still full of blood.

Su Qi couldn't see if there was still a look in his eyes, but he knew that Gao Shen was dead.

He reached out and smoothed his deep eyes, stepped over the collapsed beams, and headed for the back door.

Nangong is in that direction.

Gao Shen has been holding on until now, and he is hanging on her.

Gao Shen also likes her very much, in fact, there are few men in the camel team who don't like Nangong Mo, although she has gone through the wind and dust, but she still has a smell of books that is difficult to hide, which is something that is soaked in her bones, and her pride together, condensed into a woman who is completely different from others, her conversation, her smile and smile, are all independent from the world, which makes people intoxicated.

Although Su Qi didn't know her, Sikong Zhuo, the owner of Su Qi's body, seemed to regard her as life.

The flames crackled, Su Qi's skin was already burned, there were almost no intact parts, his breathing was weak, and the choking smoke and dust not only obscured his vision, but also seemed to rob him of his ability to think, dizziness and vomiting took over, and the only thing that could make him stumble and move forward desperately was probably only an obsession in his heart.

Su Qi is a passerby.

He witnessed everything in the past, maybe there are many deviations from the real history of the year, but everyone here has been alive, he has seen the ruddy Nangong Mo under the desert night, and he has also seen Chen Chuchu who is confident and proud in the shop, and he also remembers the wanton drinking in the Mingyue Restaurant, and the scene of several people gathering in the inn to play cards not long ago is also fresh in his memory.

He had not known them, but he had seen them all.

He wasn't Sikong Zhuo, but he wanted to do something for this man.

The back door of the inn has been burned beyond recognition, and you can faintly see the backyard, most of the camels inside have run away, and many of them have died tragically in the flames, Su Qi stood among a pile of wood and bricks, looking around blankly and slowly.

"Nangong?"

His voice was hoarse and thin, and it was hard for him to imagine it being his own.

"Nangong?" he shouted desperately with all his might, his chest was burning with pain, and it seemed that his entire lungs had been stuffed with dust.

There was no sound, only flames engulfing the wood.

Su Qi's heart gradually sank, he slowly squatted down, his physical strength was exhausted, there was no place in his body that did not hurt, there was no doubt that he would not be able to leave this inn at all.

But it's okay to draw an end to this trial, maybe the real Sikong Zhuo will also die here.

He looked left and right, and the wall in front of him was still intact, and the cross-sectional beams were leaning diagonally there.

A nice place to bury bones.

Su Qi climbed over with difficulty, and as soon as he got through the beam, he came across something soft and warm.

Su Qi's eyes widened, and then he sighed slightly.

Nangong Mo.

She leaned against the corner, her head resting on a rock, her arms down, a boulder smashed on her right leg, and she looked at the sky quietly, her eyes lost focus, but still beautiful.

She was choked to death.

Su Qi climbed in, did not close her eyes, in the last moment she still longed for the sky and freedom, then let her continue to look at this sky lit by flames.

Su Qi sat down beside her, took out the necklace from his arms, and gently tied it to Nangong Mo.

He didn't know Nangong Mo's attitude and feelings towards Sikong Zhuo, but he knew very well that in Nangong Mo's heart, Sikong Zhuo was a special existence, and she should not refuse his gift.

In this case, in this illusion, let them accompany each other and sleep together.

Su Qi lay down, the sky outside the house was very bright, and there were no stars.

It's a pity.

He slowly closed his eyes and greeted a 'death'.

The darkness was surging, he seemed to be deprived of his body, and he only rushed into the sky as a soul, surrounded by countless colors and cloud patterns, he flew lightly, as if there were scenes that he had never seen before rushing past him, and in the distorted picture, he saw the glorious court, the vast temple, the towering bronze statues, but everything was blurry and could not be seen clearly.

It seemed that he had been floating for 10,000 years before he slowly stopped, like a piece of floating dust, with nothing to rely on in the air, and under his feet was a cloud with no edge in sight.

A burning city gradually emerged from the clouds.

Su Qi looked at it in a daze.

"This is the end of the city of Sharo, a past that many people have tried to pursue. ”

A soft and steady voice sounded beside Su Qi, and this voice seemed to have enough power to calm anyone down, quickly erasing the sadness, pain, and confusion in Su Qi's heart.

Su Qi turned his head, and a man in a white moire robe stood beside him, he looked at the city below, his eyes full of sadness.

A name quickly jumped out of Su Qi's heart.

"Emperor Yun?" he asked cautiously.

"Hmm. The man nodded, "Some people also call me Emperor Zhen, but the name is just a name, whatever you like." ”

"Why...... Let's go through Sikong Zhuo's past?" Su Qi couldn't help but ask.

The corners of Emperor Yun's mouth hooked up a faint smile, which seemed to be a sigh or a sarcasm.

"Because it was the beginning of many things, and the cause of many things, no one expected at the time that this small city called Sharo would become the beginning of half of the ancient history of the human race, and everything that followed, and many people who came after, can be traced back to this sand city. ”

"Like me. With a wave of his right hand, the clouds and mist surged up wildly, burying the burning city and outlining the figure of a woman, and the Cloud Emperor looked at her with amazement and muttered, "You've already seen her, but what you don't know is that she is actually my mother." ”

Su Qi looked at the woman blankly.

She was tall and tall, just a girl, but she had a bright and bright smile.

She is Chen Chuchu.

Empress of the Chaoyun Empire.

Yundi's biological mother.