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Kyomon Stuart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At first sight, I thought he would be a very gentle man, even though his eyes were closed and his face was abnormally pale, but he still felt as if he was just asleep. It's the first time Ian has ever seen a man look so good, and it's no wonder that his sister Messiah can be so captivating.

The Messiah did not cry, but simply knelt in front of his brother's body and rested his head on his own legs. Ian looked at this scene and suddenly felt familiar and familiar, that night ten years ago, a little boy had done the same thing.

He understood the Messiah's mood at the moment, and knew that she would not listen to what he was saying now, so he sighed softly and began to look at the new chamber.

This secret room was obviously four or five times larger than the previous two secret rooms, and it seemed very empty. And unlike the previous two secret rooms, counting the passage they came out of, there are a total of four passages here, which are regularly distributed in the four corners of the secret room.

There were dozens of oil lamps on the walls of the chamber, all lit at the moment. Ian leaned over to the oil lamp and sniffed it, and smelled a strange smell, and he didn't know what it was. After all, ordinary lamp oil can't burn for that long.

In the center of the chamber, there is a stone platform. This is the only object in the secret room, the top of the stone platform is in the shape of a bowl, no, it shouldn't be said to be a bowl, it is better to say that it is a basin, there is a small hole in the basin, but at this time it is blocked. Ian lowered his head and sniffed again, another pungent smell, but the smell was easily recognizable, and Ian had smelled it many times these days.

The smell of blood.

Other than that, it's the corpse. Ian counted eleven in all, counting the first ten he saw, that is, the last group of troops had been wiped out. Thinking of this, Ian couldn't help but sigh, and he didn't know how many people had been swallowed by this snowy mountain range.

Legend has it that the strongest team in the hall only made it back alive for two. The first team of the Crusaders has now been confirmed to be completely wiped out, and the second group is now likely to be only Ian and Messiah. It is ironic that the two of them were the weakest of these dead, but they survived to the end, although it was difficult to continue to live.

In fact, from the first glance at these corpses, Ian felt that he had seen his end. It's okay, he should have died ten years ago, in a sense, he "stole" and lived for ten years, but unfortunately he paid it back in the end.

Ian sat on the floor and rested for a while, finally thinking that even if he died, he should know how he died. He got up again and took a closer look at everyone's bodies, and found that each had a scar on their arm.

Thinking of the platform with the smell of blood, it is not difficult to surmise that they all bled the basin-shaped high platform before their deaths. I just don't know if they died of blood loss, and it's impossible to know for sure how long these people have been dead, after all, the bodies are still well preserved. It should be related to low temperatures.

In fact, there are so many mysteries in this, such as those oil lamps that never go out. It's just that with Ian's head, it's still a little difficult to figure out so many things. After all, he didn't read as much as the Messiah, and he was as smart as Bingxue. If the Messiah could come to his aid, it would be much better.

It's just that.

Ian looked back at the Messiah, and the little girl was still holding on to the capital gate and refused to let go, presumably she was hit hard. Ian couldn't help but think of the day before he left, he had asked Carl, "Hey, Carl, who are we going to find this time?"

"Young Master, that's the most important person for Miss. ”

Ian sighed softly, and now it seemed that Carl was right. Obviously so many people died before, the Messiah has always had no reaction, but now, he is so broken that people don't know what to do.

Ian walked up to the Messiah, sat down next to him, thought about it, and said softly, "Mourning is good." ”

The Messiah hugged the body of the gate tighter, but he did not speak, staring blankly at the floor with a pair of eyes.

"If you want to cry, cry out. Ian said, "If you can feel better, you can say whatever you want, you can do it." I'm going to be a listener for you, come on, come on, what kind of audience do you want? Do you just listen and don't speak? Or do you listen and talk at the same time?"

Ian's joke didn't make the Messiah laugh, not even the slightest change in her expression. Ian couldn't help but scratch his head, secretly scolding himself for being brainless enough, and still talking bad things at this time.

But he really can't comfort people, his parents died so early, and then he was raised by an old beggar who couldn't speak. No one has comforted him, so he will not comfort anyone. Ian thought about it, but still came up with a way, he directly pulled Jingmen out of Messiah's arms, and then hugged her in Messiah's surprised gaze.

After a brief moment of stunnedness, the Messiah suddenly went crazy and tried to break free. Ian increased his strength and hugged her tightly, and the Messiah saw that he could not break free, and bit Ian on the neck.

Ian gasped, but as if he had expected it, he gritted his teeth and patted Messiah on the back with his hand.

It didn't take long for the Messiah to lose his strength and bury his head in Ian's chest and sob. Ian felt his chest wet with hot tears, but he knew it would be good for the Messiah.

All the Messiah needs is to vent. As smart as she is, how could she not have thought that her brother might have died in this snowy mountain a long time ago, she had already been mentally prepared, otherwise she would not have asked Ian what it was like to lose the most important person that night.

She was already prepared, but when the disaster really came, it was still difficult to resist. At this time, all she needs is a shoulder and a hug. I think that at the beginning, every time Ian thought about his parents and wanted to cry when he was sad, the old beggar would hold him in his arms, sit by the river, quietly look at the calm lake, and look at the bright moon reflected in the center of the lake.

In many cases, it is enough to cry when you are sad. Although Ian is very good at talking nonsense, he can't say comforting words, he can't do it, he just imitates the old beggar's movements, and takes the Messiah into his arms, that's all.

I don't know how long it took for the Messiah's sobs to finally stop, and his body stopped shaking. Because she had fallen asleep in Ian's arms, Ian looked down at the pretty face of the Messiah covered with tears, just as the old beggar looked at the boy whose face was weeping.