A string slowly descended from the windowsill, swayed in the wind, and gradually sank into the woods below. Lin Yuqing glanced at it, lazily turned his head to Nagarjuna and said, "Lie down a little, you have a big head, you will be seen." ”

"Who's got a big head?" Nagarjun, who was stretching his neck to look down, was suddenly unhappy, and a pair of big silver eyes glowed with a cool light: "You're still sitting on the windowsill, you come down first." ”

The rope was tied to a long, thick branch, which the boy held in his hand, and stretched out from the edge of the windowsill, and Lin Yuqing was about to speak, but the rope suddenly swayed slightly, and immediately drew his attention. The young man hurriedly "shh

The tremor from the string grew louder and louder, as if it were being struck by something, and just as the man and the spirit were holding their breath and full of hope, the door was pushed open with a bang, and it slammed against the wall—the rope shook as if it were startled, and suddenly it ceased.

Lin Yuqing's face immediately fell, and he turned back to complain to the visitor: "This is the second time for you!"

"You're dryfishing again?"

Ada dragged her plaster leg in, leaning against the door and laughing, "Isn't this only useful for one kind of stupid guy, what's it called?"

Her lips were chapped, and her face was still pale from a serious illness. In the days she had been unconscious, her hair had turned the color of withered grass - but at least one of the little girl's eyes had reopened.

"Double-ringed monkeys. Lin Yuqing reluctantly replied and rolled the string back. A piece of pork leg meat tied up with several rows of scratches was dragged across the windowsill along with the string, leaving a bright yellow glow.

The double-ringed monkey is a small animal endowed to this mountain forest, and although it is called a monkey, it looks like a mouse. Although this animal is timid but greedy, once it tastes the meat, it immediately turns red, and watching them cling to the pig's leg and not letting go, little by little, has become the only pleasure of Lin Yuqing in these two days.

"It's useless to catch it, the one you caught last time gnawed all the wheat in the kitchen. ”

The boy was silent.

Ida was wrapped like a quilt and had difficulty moving, she sat down on the edge of the bed with a little difficulty, was silent for a while, looked at him and sighed lowly: "I'm dragging you down." ”

Lin Yuqing suddenly became irritable, and threw the pig's leg out of the window along with the branches.

"What's the matter with you?"

As soon as the pork leg flew into the air, a face immediately poked out of the window on the other side, glanced down the cliff, and then shrank back. The boy stared out the window and replied in a stiff tone, "Anyway, they won't let me go, so I'll just stay here, and it's the same if you're not there." ”

Ida was about to open her mouth, but Nagarjuna immediately corrected him seriously: "No, if it weren't for her, I would have taken you to break through, and we would have been able to leave." It looked at the two of them, "Why are you looking at me like this? I'm a fallen spirit, unlike you, I have something to say." ”

The little girl's blood surged, and even her ears and neck turned red - Lin Yuqing reprimanded Nagarjuna softly: "If you have nothing to do, go and talk to Baijiu!"

Nagarjuna suddenly looked at him unhappily and turned to go out the door, and the black-haired dumplings disappeared from the door in a flash, leaving the two children staring at each other in embarrassment.

The high priest had originally promised Lin Yuqing to inquire about the whereabouts of the villagers for him, but now it was shelved due to the sudden invasion of foreign races. Because of the critical situation of the battle, even Yue Kai went to the front of his own accord, so before leaving, he left a priest and four warriors of the Fang Kingdom to take care of the two children—all of whom were polite but never went far.

In addition, Lin Yuqing was afraid of Ada, no matter how anxious he was, he couldn't leave Valhalla, so he could only sit in his room all the time, and even he himself noticed that his temper was getting more and more irritable day by day.

"Any news new?" the boy glanced at Ida and changed the subject nonchalantly.

Ida secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "By the way, I came to tell you that there is another letter harrier today." I asked Priest Gore, and he said it was indeed from the front...... It's just that the news is not very good. ”

Perhaps it was Yue Kai's meaning that the people of Fang did not shy away from their front-line news to the two children. The last time I sent a letter to Harrier was three or four days ago, and at that time I heard that the war was in a stalemate; Lin Yuqing thought about it, suppressed his emotions and asked, "What did the letter say?"

"There was a battle last night and we lost again. Although the losses were not large, so many reinforcements rushed over, and there were fallen spirits to help, and I don't know why I couldn't even win a small victory. When the priest of Gore had read the letter, he hurriedly sent out a number of harriers from various tribes, and I suppose he was going to mobilize his troops again. ”

"It's a bit strange to have to transfer troops so soon......?" Lin Yuqing frowned.

In the two days when the large army had not yet arrived at the mountain pass pass, the alien race took advantage of the emptiness of the checkpoint and launched a never-ending onslaught in one go, and did not retreat until reinforcements finally arrived. But at that time, almost all of the 8,000 Fang troops left behind had been killed in battle, and only one was left wounded and sick, still barely guarding the crumbling fortress.

At the beginning of the game, they suffered heavy losses, and the alien race completely angered the Fangguo. Troops recruited from all over the territory continued to march to the mountain pass pass, and at this critical moment of survival, they also put aside the disappearance of the fallen spirits and fought with all their might. Judging from the reaction from Valhalla's side, the priests on the battlefield have summoned at least five or six séances during this time-

Merely...... Didn't even build an inch?

What really happened on the battlefield?

"Isn't there any more detailed information?" Lin Yuqing asked—but he also knew that the High Priest had no obligation to report the battle situation to the rear, and if it weren't for the purpose of mobilizing more troops, I am afraid that there would not even be today's letter.

Sure enough, Ada shook her head. She glanced at the boy and said, "A few letter harriers from the Blade tribe have also been staying in the attic lately, and they haven't been out, so I don't know what happened to Stuka." ”

Lin Yuqing pursed the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked out the window. As soon as he appeared, he approached a figure from behind another window, but the boy did not look in that direction, but looked at the lush greenery of the Barrier Mountains, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"It can't go on like this......" he said in a low voice, several thoughts racing through his mind.

"What?" Ida didn't hear.

Lin Yuqing glanced back at her—the little girl was looking at him blankly under her yellow hair, with a shallow shallow light in her eyes. His gaze fell on her still plaster cast, and after a moment's hesitation, he finally leaned over and whispered something in her ear for a while.

"How is it?" Lin Yuqing looked at her brightly, "Only you can help me with this...... They don't guard against you very much. ”

Ida bit her lip, thought for a moment, and nodded slowly.

The next day, it passed peacefully.

Lin Yuqing felt like a water tank on fire, and once the lid was lifted, there was boiling water underneath it—several times, he even suspected that he was not hiding the anxiety that was gradually fermenting in his heart, so that the warrior who lived next door could see the clues.

Thankfully, no one noticed his anomaly. The moonlit night came again as promised, and everything was as usual.

As the night deepened, Valhalla fell silent along with the mountains and sank into silent darkness. In the mountains and forests in the distance, I don't know what insects and birds are chirping, hovering vaguely in the sky, and the hall is even more deadly silent. Even a slight "coo" echoed in the dark night - a figure immediately sat up and walked out the door quickly.

As he approached the door at the end of the hallway, a pair of silver eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness, like two silver rays floating in the night, and the rest of his body was still immersed in the thick darkness, inseparable from the night.

"What for?" Nagarjuna asked in a low voice.

The figure paused, and continued to walk towards the door, as if he didn't know that it was a falling spirit blocking the door: "I seem to hear something, just take a look and make sure it's okay." ”

The pair of silver rays spun around him, and Nagarjuna didn't speak again, silently making way for the Fang Nation warrior.

He gently pushed the door open, but was startled by a black shadow that suddenly jumped out of the crack in the door, he took two steps back, and was about to reach out to his waist, only to hear a "chirp", the small black shadow jumped up to the roof, a long tail flicked behind it, and quickly fled along the corner.

"Double-ringed monkey?" the fang man sighed, and as he took his hand from his waist, a circle of white light lit up in his clothes, and then it was covered again.

Nagarjuna's silver eyes looked at his waist, and neither of the two fallen spirits spoke to each other—the one was oddly formed, not like a creature, and perhaps unable to speak.

The fangman glanced back at Nagarjuna, and instead of leaving, he slowly pushed the door open.

In the dark-enveloped room, everything was just a vague shape, and he was about to approach the bedside to take a look, when the man on the bed rolled over, and raised his head on his elbows—seeing that he had woken up the other party, the fang Guoren apologized, bowed his head and withdrew from the door.

Nagarjuna stared at him and returned to the next room, waited for a while, then jumped lightly and walked towards the main hall. The other Falling Spirit may be able to detect its every move, but as long as Lin Yuqing does not run around, it still has a certain degree of freedom as a Falling Spirit that cannot be too far away from the host.

Its body melted into the night, with only a pair of shiny silver rays flickering and changing positions in the darkness, and sometimes it suddenly went dark for a split second, and it was Nagarjuna blinking.

Following Ada's instructions, Nagarjuna didn't take long to come to the birdshed outside the main hall - before he could get closer, the smell of bird feces gradually became stronger, and the black-haired dango suddenly stopped and took two steps back.

After thinking about it, it took a few more steps back.

Had it not been for a low voice that suddenly stopped it, Nagarjuna would have been able to retreat all the way back to the room—"Where are you going? ”

The dim moonlight could only stain the half-open door of the birdshed, and Lin Yuqing only poked out a face, as if it was floating in the air. From behind him came the shrill cries and the restless flapping of their wings—all rushed out with the indescribable smell of the aviary.

"I'll be out there for you. The black-haired dumpling not far away moved a few steps, but did not approach the birdshed, but kept a distance and turned to the other side.

"Ada's side hasn't been found, has it?"

"No, hurry up, I have a cleanliness fetish. ”

Lin Yuqing sighed, feeling that these falling spirits were actually unreliable at all. He took a roll of paper out of his sleeve and turned around and went into the birdshed, which was responsible for almost the entire communication system of the Wild Nation, and he did not dare to light the lamp, so he could only walk in the dark in the huge birdshed, feeling their keen eyes resting on the back of his strange human.

If Nagarjuna could come in with him, he would not only be able to shock these agile birds, but he would also be able to look with him for the sparrowhawk reserved for the High Priest, but—forget it, Lin Yuqing rubbed his temples, narrowed his eyes, and looked at them carefully.

Behind the aviary, there are openings one by one, which seem to be special exits for the harriers to fly away, and at this moment a layer of mist moonlight is somewhat penetrated. But it is not easy to distinguish these large gray-gray-brown birds in the dark. Thankfully, Ida said that the High Priestess was born with white feathers, without a single stray hair, and was larger than the other sparrowhawks—after walking in the aviary for nearly a quarter of an hour, Lin Yuqing finally saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Well, hello," the boy stopped in front of the big snow-white bird, and hesitantly held out his hand to it. He held the scroll of paper in his hand, which had taken a lot of painstaking work, and when the blood-red eyes swept towards him, his hand couldn't help but stop beside it.

"Haven't you done this kind of thing many times since you sent a letter...... Can I tie this to your leg? Don't peck me, I promise it will be gentle, it won't hurt. The boy and Sparrowhawk began to discuss.

The snow-white bird looked at him warily, and it took a long time for it to slowly retract its neck. Lin Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly tied the paper roll while it was slackening, but did not untie the chain on its legs - the white harrier flapped its wings, and seemed to find something wrong; the young man hurriedly apologized, and then turned his head and ran out of the birdshed: "Just tie it, you don't have to fly, I'm leaving!"

When he reached the door of the birdshed, it was still silent outside, except for the mountain wind swaying the branches. As he pushed the door open, the shadow of the door was stretched out in the moonlight, and it returned to its original place.

The young man waited with bated breath for a while, and saw that there was no sound around him, so he moved his steps lightly and shouted in a breathless voice: "Nagarjuna, where are you?"

It was silent in the night, and there was no response for a long time. By the misty moonlight, he looked around, but he didn't see the black-haired ball from now—if Nagarjuna closed his eyes, it would melt into the night, and no one could find it.

"Nagarjuna, I'm out!" this time, he raised his voice slightly.

The boy waited for a while, and his heart rose higher and higher in the silence. Just when he was almost about to lose his breath, a loud bang made his muscles jump, and he almost slipped out of his throat with a scream—and with a sharp twist of his head, he breathed a sigh of relief: a pair of smooth lines of silver light were emerging from a dark bush on the side of the slope.

"Where have you been?" Lin Yuqing hurriedly hurried to the edge of the cliff and complained softly. He was just about to reach out to catch the black-haired ball that was clinging to the branch, when he heard it suddenly cry out in a low tone: "Come down!"

"Go down?" Lin Yuqing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance down.

Below is a broken slope, covered with rocks and bushes. Extending further down, it sank into the darkness where the fingers could not be seen, making it difficult to see the terrain below. On such a dim moonlit night, normal people would probably not climb down such a broken slope in the barrier mountain range.

When Lin Yuqing climbed the rock and felt his arm muscles tremble, he silently removed himself from the list of "normal people".

Nagarjuna had already taken on a battle form, and at this moment it was tall and agile, and it fell silently from him like a panther, and as soon as it stepped on its four paws, it immediately raised its head and whispered, "Hurry up!"

"Tell me first, what's down there?" The shrub branches kept scraping over his face and body, and Lin Yuqing asked angrily, "And how will I go up later?"

As soon as he had finished complaining, he felt a slight pain in his calf, as if he had been bitten by something, and Nagarjuna, knowing that his strength was amazing, only gently grabbed the boy's trouser leg and dragged him down the broken slope - Lin Yuqing endured it to death, so that he did not cry out in the midst of the whipping of the branches, the grinding of stones, and the weightlessness of his body.

With a "thud", he fell heavily into a draw.

"A double-ringed monkey ran out of the main hall just now," Nagarjuna lowered his voice and leaped into the draw. "yes, the one you caught that afternoon. It seemed frightened when it saw me, and rushed headlong into the bottom of the slope in a panic......"

"So what?" asked the boy in a breathy voice.

I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but after a while, the double-ringed monkey rushed out from under the broken slope again. A pair of big silver eyes stared at Lin Yuqing in the dark night, and said in a low voice: "It looks so scared that it even forgot that I was still on it." ”

The boy immediately stopped making a sound and quickly got up. He had only been with Nagarjuna for a few months, but with the tacit understanding between one person and one spirit, there was no need to speak thoroughly.

"Are you ready?" asked Nagarjuna softly.

"Alright. Lin Yuqing took a deep breath, and when he spit it out again, Nagarjuna's "self-exchanging with others" had already been activated.

He only had five seconds.

Like foam from the waves, the body melted into the night in the blink of an eye, sinking into the earth and the mountains and forests, becoming one with it. He no longer remembered who he was, for it seemed as if he were only a part of the world, as the land stretched far out, and the mountains ebbed and fall.

The smell of the earth, the chirping of insects, the misty moonlight, the dew dripping from the leaves...... After his consciousness was connected to the earth, as if he carried all the things in the mountains and forests, the land revealed everything in his eyes.

It was a wonderful feeling, as if he were the earth itself. The darkness inside the earth spread out in depths and layers, and without warning, Lin Yuqing suddenly saw it.

He saw hundreds of pairs of eyes in the earth.

Hundreds of pairs of gray, cold, malevolent alien eyes.

They were somewhere in the Barrier Mountains, swaying their pointed heads back and forth, scanning everything around them.