Since the separation of Hit and Ada, Lin Yuqing has searched all the way, but he has never seen Benjamin and his fallen spirit again.

If he was indeed captured by a group of secret forces, then there should always be the deeds of this group of people.

Lin Yuqing took out the skills he had learned while hunting in the mountains, and did not spare a broken branch or a piece of fresh dung, and by this method he succeeded in disturbing many wild deer, rabbits, and yellow foxes, but he did not see a single one.

It wasn't until he stumbled on the eastern border that he finally discovered the only thing that was wrong.

To his surprise, there was not even a single guard of the Holy See Inquisition on the border, and the dirt road was empty all around, except for huge rocks scattered along the road, pointing to the sky like a forest.

Although full of doubts, Lin Yuqing did not take a detour, but instead plunged into the rocky forest, climbed the boulders, jumped over the barrier, and accidentally planted a deep pit caused by a crack in the road when his interest was high. It took him a little more time before he crawled out of the hole in disgrace - and with him came a broken sword he had found from the bottom of the pit.

The blade of the sword had been cut off by something, forming a sharp bevel, and embedded with the family crest of a tree in the fire, and when I squatted down and looked closely, the dirt at the base of the rock was faintly glowing black and red.

Could it be that there was a battle in the vicinity? Lin Yuqing picked up a little dirt unsure and sniffed it, but he couldn't tell if what he was smelling was dirty or not. Perhaps one of them is the same group that is secretly capturing the fallen spirits—if they are, they must have left the Holy Alliance.

Lin Yuqing pursed her mouth, and her heartbeat was faintly faster.

"I'm going to use it. The boy muttered to himself, left a mark on the stone, and sharpened the broken sword back and forth several times by the way. Although the sound was the same unpleasant, it was far less sharp than the sharpening of the whetstone, and the family crest on the hilt of the sword could not be removed, Lin Yuqing was not satisfied with the sword to his waist and continued on the road.

For Lin Yuqing, after leaving the Holy Alliance, he had no idea where he was going.

After going round and round for several days, following the caravan for a while, and then going up the path and climbing down the cliff alone, when the boy found himself on a plain, the sound of rushing water and the cool wind suddenly rushed to his face.

In Lin Yuqing's life, he had never seen such a river.

He stood high in the canopy of trees and looked into the distance, and as far as his eye could see, there was only a wide sparkling water. The limestone reef stood in the current, striking a handful of snow-white spray, and the rapids leaped up in an instant, slapping the low-hanging branches and splashing down, and involuntarily rolling far away into the endless sky.

The shadow of the great bird occasionally emerges from the clouds, spreads its wings, and scrapes overhead, and with a rattle on the surface of the water, it flies away in a blink with its wet feathers and lively fish, and carries with it a freedom that no man can reach.

The waves of the water were boundless, and they seemed to have swallowed up a corner of the world, and even the sunset was helplessly immersed, swaying in the river like half of a duck's egg yolk that was about to be washed away by the water. Lin Yuqing jumped down the tree and walked along the river for a long time, until it was almost dark, and then he saw the opposite bank by a narrow riverside.

Seeing that there was no one around, he called Nagarjuna out and instructed it to transform into a battle form, after all, the limbs were longer and it was easier to catch fish and shrimp. When Nagarjuna heard this, he glanced at him, turned around and went back.

Lin Yuqing had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and trousers, and felt the stones from the shallows and walked into the river.

The water in the twilight still carries the temperature of the sun, and the skin is slightly warm. But the warmth was so light that it seemed like an illusion, and after he had touched it in vain for a while, the warmth vanished, and a deep chill rose from the bottom of the river.

The boy sighed, still drowning in the water, intending to try again before it was completely dark. However, when the third fish escaped from between his fingers, suddenly something slippery wrapped around his wrist, startling him and sitting down in the water.

"What's the East—" He shook his hand violently, and before he could completely blurt out an exclamation, he was stunned.

At this time, the canopy of heaven had already opened a deep purple blue, and the round blue thing that firmly held his hand seemed to be about to melt into the sky, so that people could hardly distinguish the shape.

Before Lin Yuqing could take a closer look, the blue thing suddenly opened and startled him again.

"Help, help me," such a small thing let out a deafening shout: "It's not easy for an old man to live at such an age, you little brother looks kind, help me, poor old man——"

Before Lin Yuqing could react, he felt something leap off his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, the tall shadow of Nagarjuna had already covered Lin Yuqing—"Go down!" it shouted in a deep voice.

It was only then that the boy finally saw what was hanging from his wrist: it was a fallen spirit that had appeared out of nowhere.

The falling spirit was blue, round as if several balls were put together, and stretched out its thin limbs, hands and feet, but its face was not very clear, and its facial features were vaguely indistinct, and most of it was covered by a snow-white beard.

"Get out of him!" Nagarjuna shouted again. This time, its voice had taken on a low growl.

The white-bearded falling spirit immediately jumped down with his hands and feet, still crying at Lin Yuqing: "Little brother, you can't bear to watch the old man die, do you? I beg you to lend a helping hand......

"What's the matter?" asked the boy, as he reached into his arms and grabbed a handful of cat leaves—just in case.

"I felt you two from afar, and I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy in my heart at that time, as if you two were my sons. The strange falling spirit stood on the water, sinking and sinking and pulling in with them: "You say, can you not save me? I have just come to this world for two days, and I finally found a person to possess me, and I am still a poor ghost...... Forget it, he's going to kill me!"

"Why?"

"How do I know of such a barbaric mentality? Well, he suddenly wants to commit suicide! You say, once he dies, how long can I live alone? In case I don't meet the next suitable person for a while, I will wander and die...... It's miserable......" The old man shook his white beard and sobbed.

"Then how do you want us to save you?" Lin Yuqing saw that it didn't seem to have malicious intent, and it didn't react to the cat leaf, so he took the branch and leaf back.

"I'm here first, he'll be here in a moment. I beg you to stop him, and don't let him go any further...... I can't get too far from the host, and if you don't stop me, I'll be called back again, and I'll die with him!"

Lin Yuqing was still a little stunned, but before he could digest the news, the little old man suddenly raised his voice: "He's here!"

The young man's eyes swept over the river, and sure enough, he found that a raft in the distance was caught in the water, swayed and swayed, and floated down the current.

In the faint fog of the river, he could not see clearly through most of the water, but he could see that there seemed to be a half-seated and half-lying figure on the raft, still motionless even in the rolling waves. The raft was not as long as his legs, and the man put his feet into the waves, making a splash of snow-white water.

"Isn't he just riding a raft?" Lin Yuqing squinted his eyes and couldn't help laughing: "I don't think he looks like he's going to die...... The man sat quite steadily. ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately formed a ball and grabbed his trouser leg like a blue leech: "No, they say that this is an endless river, how can people always float on the water? I heard that if they float, they will all die!"

Endless River?

Isn't that river in the Fang Country?

"I, I've come to the Fang Country?" Lin Yuqing was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses. He glanced at the raft that had just crossed in front of him, reached out and grabbed the little old man, peeled it off little by little and dragged it down: "You just came to this world, I don't understand." We take boats and rafts to float on the water to go somewhere, and we just get to the shore at the place, and we don't float down forever...... You'd better let go!"

"Stab", the fabric of his pants was scratched by the little old man. The voice that came from the white beard was almost sad: "You don't understand, you don't understand! I don't know if the boat is to go somewhere, but he doesn't—ahhhh

Before it finished speaking, the raft had already gone far down the river, and as a fallen spirit, it could not be too far away from its master, and it saw that it had already floated in the air, and was about to be called back. But the little old man did not give up, and suddenly stretched out, and the original blue suddenly elongated—it stretched itself into a thin rope, rushed forward and set it on the raft, and still held Lin Yuqing's pants at the other. It grew longer and longer, swaying on the surface of the water, as if it would break off with a "pop" at any moment.

Suddenly tied to a rope, Lin Yuqing was suddenly dragged by the raft and threw himself into the water, and Nagarjuna saw the opportunity quickly, and hurriedly stepped on him with his front foot, which finally stopped his momentum. The old man Xiaolan was stretched out "ahhhh

Lin Yuqing's mouth was full of muddy water, wet and painful, and his hands had to pull his pants tightly under the water, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "You hurry up and let go, where should you go!"

But the fallen spirit was silent, and still held him to death. The blue shadow that stretched halfway across the river like a rope seemed to be slowly thickening—the boy looked up, and saw a tall figure standing on the raft, and the figure was rowing up the raft, and as he drew nearer, the little old man's body shrank shorter and shorter.

When Lin Yuqing saw the person's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He really came to Fangguo...... Moreover, this old man must have been talking about it just now.

The visitor was dressed in the most common fur stub of the Fang Kingdom, revealing the carved muscles of the upper body, which shone with copper in the moonlight. This is the most famous attire of the Fangs, especially their warriors, as they believe that revealing their tattooed bodies will be favored by the god of war.

It seems that the god of war does favor him as well.

The man's facial features were hard and deep, as if they had been made of stone, and when he stared at Lin Yuqing, his expression was as sharp as a blood-red blade that had been tempered, and it reminded people of the yellow eyes of a steppe wolf.

Such a man is about to commit suicide, and of course Lin Yuqing won't believe anything—it's almost the same as saying that he is going to kill others.

"Who are you?" said the man, standing at the bow of the boat, shouting, and with a backhand, he had drawn a scimitar from his back, and the blade was washed by the moonlight, and it was white as if another moon had risen.

"Don't do it, take your falling spirit away," Lin Yuqing poured into the water, and every time he said a word, he would take a mouthful of river water, and the water choked his nose sore: "Hurry up and take it away!"

In the face of the host's will, the little blue old man still couldn't hold out for long, and with a wail of "don't", he was pulled back by the tall man and put it into his body, but the scimitar did not take it back, still half-pointing at Lin Yuqing, flowing with a heavy light.

"Who are you? You haven't answered me yet. He asked in a deep voice.

"Even if I say it, do you know me?" Lin Yuqing got up from the water angrily, and his body was completely soaked. He was in a mess, he didn't want to deal with this person at all, and turned around to go ashore.

The faint sound of the scimitar slicing through the air made the hair on the back of his neck.

Lin Yuqing hurriedly turned around, it was too late.

A white moon cut the night sky in front of him in half, and the cold had already hit the tip of his nose;

Nagarjuna flew into the air, but the man was already on guard, and with a quick twist, he narrowly jumped out from the attack of the falling spirit, and the knife did not touch Lin Yuqing after all. As soon as the man stood firm, he immediately threw his hand and threw a small blue shadow straight at Lin Yuqing.

Lin Yuqing's heart jumped, and he hurriedly drew his broken sword, and hit it forward, and the blue shadow jumped to the side as if he had fled, and shouted to the man: "You are trying to kill me!"

Nagarjuna immediately turned around and stopped in front of the young man, staring at the person and spirit in front of him.

"Okay," the tall man suddenly snorted and withdrew his scimitar - Lin Yuqing was stunned for a moment, only to hear him say, "This is a misunderstanding." ”

"W-What?"

"I saw you holding on to my fallen spirit, and I thought what they told me was true. The man nodded at the boy, "Since you're not one of those who snatched fallen spirits, then I'll take my leave." My sacrifice to the god of war cannot be postponed any longer. ”

The little old man suddenly shouted: "Look! I'll just say it, he wants to be self-"

Before it could finish its sentence, it was taken back by the man. The warrior glanced back at the raft that had floated out towards the center of the river, then turned and plunged into the water and jumped onto the raft with a smooth movement that seemed to take no effort.

Lin Yuqing was shocked, and only looked at him in a daze for a while, until the raft was about to disappear in the river fog with the turbulent waves, and he suddenly reacted.

He rushed into the dark river of night and plunged into the water, and the boy swam hand and foot at the raft, and as he swam along, he cried out in the waves: "Wait for me! Tell me who is robbing the fallen spirit!"