The huge light source that shines above their heads, bringing light and heat to all things, is called "Alternate Time and Space".

The planet they inhabited revolved around it, and the creatures of the past had a unit called a "year" for the time it would take to orbit it.

Definitions such as the "moon," which corresponds to the changes in the waxing and waning of the silver-white stars that are always the most conspicuous in the night sky, the "seasons," which correspond to the changes that occur in different regions, and the "red star shining day," which correspond to the red stars that twinkle in the sky every once in a while, also appeared in the daily language of living beings.

Even though these concepts have different descriptors in different races, the objects they describe are all unique, so when beings are born in the heavens and the earth who can understand the language of all things, they can connect the same object designated by different languages with a little effort by exerting their racial skills through the spiritual power of the atmosphere.

Atmospheric spiritual power is the "medium", and the "Yellow Immortal Clan" that evolved from this group of living beings needs to use them to exert the ability to translate, once the spiritual power in the body is completely lost, this beast will be abolished, and it is not far from death.

In the continuous passage of time, for unknown reasons, the Huangxian clan has lost the words about "Red Star Day" and "different time and space", and can only rely on the relatives who fled to the outside world and back, and quietly pass on these lost knowledge to the juniors in the clan.

"It's so weird." Fang Nuo stepped on the first step of the boulder platform leading to the mountain village below, stretched his body, and carefully used his forefoot to reach the next level, "Why humans...... No, it was the intelligent beings of the past who had to divide so many concepts? ”

"You're not quite confused, are you?" The blackbird that followed him staggered forward on the grass next to him, and complained in his mouth, "You should be confused why your family has passed on so much knowledge, harm, the race far away from humans is like this, out of touch with the times. ”

"It can also be said that we are too close to humans to keep up with the ideas of other demon beast families." Every time the Blackbird spoke, the queen of their family came to play the round, "This is the path chosen by different families, and we as their descendants have no right to judge...... Because no one knows what kind of future this path will lead to. ”

She quickly ended the topic of deviance, and then pulled the focus of the conversation back to Fang Nuo's next plan: "I can feel that you are hesitating your choice, why don't we take you around this human territory for a good time, and then you will consider whether to stay or leave?" ”

Sometimes, Fang Nuo's heart can't help but feel admiration for the "art of speaking" of the Bird Queen.

"It's not impossible." He took the other party's advice.

He misses the relatives who raised him all along, and when he was in the family, he was also full of resistance to participating in the feuding activities, fearing that he would be far away from home...... But I have to admit that he was unconsciously affected by the old-fashioned family elders, the decadent losers who begged for the title, and the runaways who failed to break through the outside world, instead of being afraid of the unknown outside world, he yearned for and longed for it after temporarily letting go of the shackles of "family affection".

The witch gave him such a chance, and the Bird Queen's advice gave him a step to go down.

In that case, he might as well take it and try it, anyway, he also left himself room to regret - a red star day, and when the carriage appeared again in the mountain village, he thought that he had already made a decision.

"So—lead the way!" The snow-white beast sped up and ran towards the village below the stairs, "Taro! And、Little Black! ”

"Wait, who are you calling?" The pronunciation of the language of the Huangxian clan is different from that of humans, and the sluggish big black bird was not able to match the number for a while, and rushed to the bottom of the stairs with its wings, blocking the snow-white fur ball that was "flying" in front of it.

Fang Nuo had been waiting for his question for a long time, and he couldn't wait to announce the witch's name for the two birds, and then looked at the two of them dumbfounded.

After listening to the name the witch had chosen for herself, one of them called it perfunctory, and the other buried her head in her feathers, as if her heart had been hurt.

"Blackie? Why Blackie? - All male mourning birds are black.

"Taro...... Ah, since it was the witch's decision, she must have her own thoughts. A bird's ability to self-regulate is the envy of the beast.

Knowing the true meaning of the witch's name when she called herself, and being ridiculed by the little hairball who could understand human speech, the spirit of the two birds when leading the way was obviously not as good as before, and they both looked listless.

And when they learned that the witch hadn't had time to name her new pet, they suddenly perked up again, as if it wasn't long before they could see Funom's jokes.

The Bird Queen landed on a dead tree, and after singing a few times, she lowered her head to look at their new friend:

"What do your relatives call you?"

In the mourning bird clan, all the monsters call her "queen", and other birds other than her have no exclusive name, she can only call them "my companion" and "my clan".

Why, because they have other ways of distinguishing each other, such as calls, feather colors, and physical features, etc., without the aid of naming.

"We don't have a high sense of self-awareness." Blackbird was conscious of this fact, "As long as you can live, is it really important to call out the name of one of your friends in the group?" ”

These big birds, which are considered unlucky by humans, live in such a vague way every year, not to mention that after a long time, the companions who will stay by their side will be fixed, and they don't need a specific title - they are all used to it.

"They called me the first of a litter when I was born." Fang Nuo jumped onto a pile of snow, stirring up countless ice particles to fly, "They all said that I was the last to open my eyes, so I was the youngest, so they called me 'Little Six'." ”

However, this is not the case with his self-perception.

"I think I should be called Fang Nuo." This is the consistent perception of his identity in his heart, and he has never told other clansmen except his brothers and sisters of the same family, as for those Huang Xian who heard his statement, they all thought he was joking, and they all forgot about it another day.

"I don't know why I think I'm called 'Fang Nuo'."

He jumped off the snowdrift and walked towards the houses not far away from the dead woods, and the birds flying behind him told him that it was the place where the first smoke of the whole mountain village rose every day, and that there lived an industrious couple.

"For as long as I can remember, this name has been with me, constantly reminding me that I am who I am, and 'Fang Nuo' is 'Fang Nuo', not the other Yellow Immortals in the clan."

"Wouldn't that be nice?" The blackbird rarely said something nice.

"But," however, his nature was hard to shake, and soon he began to break his mouth again, "this strange name, I sound the same thing in the language of our mourning bird clan, and you say it in the language of your clan is another......"

"How are you going to tell the witch?" He was already thinking far, far ahead, "Do you know how to introduce yourself in human language?" ”

Fang Nuo gave him a blank look, saying that the human woman could call him whatever she liked, he didn't want to bother with this.

"It's better than 'Taro' and 'Little Black'." No matter how you look at your appearance, you can better grasp the point than those two birds...... No, he hasn't decided to stay yet, so why should he care about the witch's thoughts?

As he spoke, several demon beasts had come to the nearest house.

The hostess of the house was cooking breakfast, while the man stood by the well in the courtyard, drawing water with a handy tool.

The Bird Queen Taro told Fang Nuo that these were humans who could not perceive the spiritual power of the atmosphere, and they could not create "miracles" in their lifetimes, so they needed capable humans like witches to protect them.

She also said that in the distant world beyond the mountains, there are many human beings like their beast clan, who can sense and use the spiritual power between heaven and earth without restrictions, make fire and ice out of thin air, and "make spring with wonderful hands......

"The ancestors of those human beings were all mixed blood of the two races." These things were all things that the Bird Queen heard from her migratory bird friends, "They have inherited the appearance of humans, as well as the abilities of our orcs." ”

Maybe one day, the Yellow Immortal clan will meet a human who can also understand the language of all things, and then his situation will probably be very dangerous.

"That's why they fled back?" Fang Nuo thought of the family elder who had a relationship with each other.

How he hoped that those Huang Xian who were related to him by blood could also meet the capable people described by the Bird Queen, so that when he returned to Huang Xianling, he might be able to live a different life.

Isn't this much better than a successful petition? And more "realistic".

The two mourning birds, of course, were unaware of his selfish and naïve thoughts, and they sang as they shared with Fang Nuo the knowledge they had accumulated in the bird's life, trying to win the admiration of the little beast.

"That tool for drawing water was actually introduced to this village by the witch."

"See the canal next to the house? That's when the witch is free, she dug it for the family! ”

"Those herbs that drive away poisonous insects were also transplanted by the witch-sama from her herb garden! In the spring, the smell is smoky! ”

"Ah, the scarecrow over there, it's the ...... used to drive us away"

The two birds sang and landed on the scarecrow in the middle of the field in front of the house, and began to peck at the scarecrow's ornaments, taking advantage of the fact that nothing was planted on the field in winter and that the owners of the house would not run to drive them away.

Mourning birds are monsters that are not good at holding their nests, and straw is completely unattractive to them, but they don't mind disguising themselves as inferior birds at such times, and taking pleasure in people's actions when humans are amused by this behavior.

"Your ability to entertain yourself is also quite admirable to the beast......" Fang Nuo could only sigh at this.