Volume 1丨Jiang is the Hometown of the Qing Dynasty The Seventieth Chapter: Memories of the Heavens
When Dongya and Bam were woken up, it was already night, and a group of Laotians were building a bonfire, chattering about what they had seen and heard during the day.
The two of them didn't understand the language of the Laotian people, but through each other's expressions reflected in the bonfire, they could feel that this small group of more than 20 people was particularly nervous and frightened, and from time to time they would look back at Dongya and Bam a few times.
Dong Ya wanted to get up, but found that she didn't seem to have any strength at all, about what happened during the day, she was sure that it was not a fantasy or a dream, because she could clearly feel the changes in her body, as well as the intuition and sensitivity to the things around her, the only thing that was uncertain was who that man was, why he called himself "little junior sister", who Jiang Chenmei was, and what was her relationship with herself.
"Dongya, I seem to be a little confused, I don't know if it's a dream or a ......"
"It's not a dream, it's not a fantasy, what happens during the day is real, you feel the changes in your body."
With a cyan round light, it just ignited from behind Bam, and then immediately extinguished, even the group of Laos did not notice it, but Bam clearly felt the changes in his body, two Qi bodies, or one, seemed to merge into his body from the sky and the surroundings respectively, and kept flowing throughout the body, constantly opening up the river in the body, awakening and nourishing his past self.
Then, some vague fragments flickered in my mind, as if I was chasing a meteor in the sky, and I was dissuaded and still insisted on following closely, and finally fell to a certain place, and then fell silent......
The more I thought about it, the more my head swelled and ached, as if it was very real and very distant, as if it was just yesterday, and as if it was someone else's experience, in a trance, Bam's body floated, and his two eyes glowed hideously, from cyan to blue, and then slowly turned to purple......
"Ge Ling, return to God and reset!" Seeing Bam's state, Dongya didn't know why, but she "blurted out" in her heart!
When Bam heard this, his mind stirred, and the state of "enchantment" immediately stopped, fell to the ground, and fainted.
Several Laotians heard the noise and looked back to find that Dongya had woken up, and Bam seemed to have just rolled over and continued to fall asleep.
The first person slowly walked to Dong Ya's side, handed her a bag of water, and found that Dong Ya was unable to move, so he took the initiative to feed her water.
Dong Ya thought about it, their current state is still very dangerous, and those weird Hazelnut people they encountered during the day don't know if there are any remnants around, just with this bit of manpower, they can't deal with those monsters at all.
Dongya tried to raise her hand, squeaking and squeaking with the slurred words, pointing to the Laotian and shouting "Run!" as best she could, pointing to the north. Run! ”
Compared to Dongya and Bam, Laos can understand their language, but they can't speak it. Listening to Dongya's words, the Laotian returned to the campfire, talked to the others, and looked at Dongya again.
Laotian people, don't look at people tall and big, they don't seem to be very wise, but in fact, being able to guard this side of the world, no matter how the group of "trouble-loving" Hazelnut people invade, can also guard the borders of Haotang Country, naturally has its unique racial advantages.
Clearly feeling the warning in Dong Ya's heart, the people of Laos decisively stepped on the bonfire, picked up the two of them, and began to run back to Laos, another mountain city.
Their team, originally received a notice from another mountain town during the day, and came out to patrol to find Dong Ya and other Haotang people, although they found two people, but at that time, there was nothing around except for some corpses of Hazelnut people who seemed to have just been "born".
No sooner had they been around the campfire than they had seen for the first time the "newborn Hazelnut people."
The source of the three rivers seems to be a vibrant, vast and boundless, where all kinds of birds and beasts breed, but because this is the territory of the Hazelnut people, it is a "cursed place".
In the epic of the Lao people passed down from generation to generation, because when the world changed and changed, they were not favored and protected by the demon spirits, and the Hazelnut people fell here, lost their language and spiritual sense, and their bodies became dwarfs and their temperament became murderous, so they were called the people who were disgusted by the earth.
Compared with the native-born Hazelnut people, the so-called "new life" in the Lao population, only they can feel it, it is a strange aura that can be seen in the eye, and the white twisted Qi body floats on the corpse, while the local deceased Hazelnut people do not have such a phenomenon.
"The newborn deceased", as time goes by, the white Qi body, becomes more and more yellow and turbid, and finally becomes like an earthy yellow mold powder, covered in the years and can not be dispersed, as long as the Lao people are accidentally contaminated with a little, it will become the same as the Hazel people, slowly degraded, may range from one to ten years, the painful process can not be described in words, than immersed in the flame slurry all day long, more painful and tormenting, in short, will eventually become a walking corpse, even the Lao mountain society can not be contained, as long as anyone is found, Even a little bit of the white Qi body or the earthy yellow powder will be thrown into the abyss somewhere, and that is where the Huali River flows.
Dong Ya, as this group of Laos went all the way north, her stomach kept returning acid, but fortunately, she recovered some mobility, she patted the Laotian who was carrying her, and motioned for him to put down herself and Bam and let them continue to flee for their lives.
After the team stopped, they put down the two of them, did not hesitate to stop, and continued to run northward, as long as they were in addition to the three rivers in the source, they would be able to return to the mountain city in a leisurely manner.
Just now, Dong Ya didn't know why, as if she wanted to go to Jiang Guo during those few years, she hinted or persuaded herself in her heart that she must stay here, as if there was something waiting for her.
Lying on the grass and looking at the starry sky in the sky, Bam actually snored beside him. Dong Ya smiled, staring at one of the stars, but found that it seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, and it was getting closer and closer to herself, and before she could react, she saw a white light fall straight down from the sky, and then she heard a bang, and the dust was flying on her side, and Dong Ya coughed.
After a long time, the earth stopped shaking, and Dong Ya crawled to the side of the pit, and found a white dazzling light and shadow, right in the pit, as if she was talking to someone, but Dong Ya couldn't hear clearly. Although she couldn't see the other party's face clearly, Dong Ya could feel that the guy in the pit had already discovered herself, but without the slightest hostility, she "looked" at herself, and disappeared in place.
Dongya retracted her body and was about to help Bam up, but as soon as she turned around, she found that in front of her, a three-foot-tall white shadow was blocking in front of her, carrying the changed shape of Bam in her hand, just looking a little wilted.
Before Dong Ya could put on a posture, the white shadow stretched out another big hand and covered Dong Ya's heavenly spirit cover, and the familiar voice came into her mind again, "Little junior sister, wake up, let this little brother take you to the sky to take a look, can you remember?" ”
As soon as the words fell, Dong Ya only felt a gust of wind coming, although there was no moonlight in the sky, but he could confirm that it was rising rapidly, and on the distant horizon, the dawn was slowly rising, and the nearest earth was already dyed golden.
Dong Ya, who was caught in her arms, looked at the earth, especially the source of the three rivers now, like a familiar picture scroll painted by her own blood, vaguely emerging from her mind......