"Are you serious?"

Zheng Xiu glanced back at Xie Luohe.

"Or else?"

Xie Luohe asked rhetorically, rubbing his fingers against the mural, and said with a smile: "'Candle' is a figure from nearly a thousand years ago. ”

Zheng Xiu: "Didn't you say that you think Candle is still alive?" ”

Xie Luohe pointed to the "coffin" on the last mural and smiled slightly: "But I, what I say has no basis." ”

Zheng Xiu groaned.

If...

Candle is an alien, with the ability of "immortality", and has been hidden in the cracks of history, and even lived to the "two hundred years later" where Zheng Xiu is, and Candle's true identity can only be that person.

Two hundred years later, due to Zheng Xiu's unintentional actions in Baili Village, the founder of "Night Weiyang" was involved-Night Lord.

Thousands of clues were entangled in Zheng Xiu's heart, and Zheng Xiu always felt that he was just a little short of being able to completely understand everything.

Regarding the immortality of "Candle", the purpose of "Candle" to create Yeweiyang, and the purpose of "Candle" to attack Fengbei.

All of this seems to be hidden in these seemingly simple murals, hidden secretly, and it is difficult for Zheng Xiu to see through.

Zheng Xiu repeatedly looked at the murals on the altar.

Look at it again and again.

The mural records the life of the alien "Candle", and the process of chasing the scorching sun by the "Sun Chaser".

In the penultimate mural, the face of "Candle" is very exaggerated, and the strange expression of "little sun" in his eyes is full.

Xie Luohe quietly looked at Zheng Xiu, who was contemplating, and a faint loneliness gradually appeared on his face.

The moon sinks.

The night sky turned from pitch black to deep blue.

Zheng Xiu actually looked at this mural and looked at it for half the night.

Looking at the town from afar, as the night fades, the hustle and bustle returns to silence.

At this time, Xie Luohe couldn't help but open his mouth to break the silence: "It's time to go, if you don't leave, the people of the Scorching Sun tribe should suspect us." ”

"Is there a possibility......"

Zheng Xiu, who had seen the mural in the middle of the night, frowned at this time and said, "What is recorded on the mural is not the path taken by the 'candle'?" ”

Xie Luohe was slightly stunned when he heard this: "You mean ......?"

"I should have noticed it sooner." Zheng Xiu pointed to the last mural and said calmly: "All the murals have 'sun' depicted, but the last one. I don't think it's meaningless, but it says something. ”

"The scorching sun doesn't disappear in a vacuum."

"The scorching sun disappeared on the mural, and I was thinking that the 'scorching sun' in the painting may not refer to the heavenly round, but a symbol, a symbol of something."

"It is very likely to be an invisible and intangible 'thing', so the ancients used 'scorching sun' as a metaphor."

"For example...... Doorways. ”

"This road does not refer to the road that 'Candle' walks in the world, but the 'road' that he walks step by step into the door."

Hearing this, Xie Luohe touched his delicate chin, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded: "You are reasonable." But in fact, he did arrive here, otherwise it would not have been possible for the ancients here to record the life of the candle in the form of a mural and worship it to this day. ”

Zheng Xiu smiled and shook his head: "Sometimes, imagery and appearance do not conflict. He did get here, but what happened along the way was also the process of going deep into the doorway. In other words, that round of 'scorching sun' is likely to be the 'candle' of the 'alien', who painstakingly glimpsed the end of the door and pushed open the last door. ”

"Can be ...... last"

Xie Luohe weakly pointed to the last mural.

Zheng Xiu: "I speculate that those three pillars should have a special meaning. Around the pillars and coffins, there are desert dwellers worshipping, which is probably some kind of 'ritual', through which the 'candle' successfully extinguishes the 'scorching sun'. ”

After pondering for a moment, Xie Luohe shook his head: "It doesn't make sense." If the 'scorching sun' is a candle that he is searching for, why does he want to destroy it in the end? ”

"Because...... He melted? It is quite possible that even his name, 'Candle', is an abstract expression. Candles, fire, melting. Explain that in the end, the Sunseeker realizes that what he is chasing is not a good thing, so he finds a way to destroy it, using the three pillars. ”

The more Zheng Xiu thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

What is the gold content of a top artist?

Xie Luohe pursed her lips and smiled, she did not deny Zheng Xiu's speculation.

Approaching dawn, Xie Luohe pointed in the direction of the top of the mountain: "Actually...... The coffin on the mural has always been there. ”

"Huh?"

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't cry or laugh: "Why didn't you say it earlier?" As soon as the words came out, Zheng Xiu frowned, reacted, and asked three questions in one breath: "Have you gone up to see it?" What's inside? Can outsiders go up? ”

Xie Luohe was silent for a long time, and replied separately: "I've seen it, I don't know, I can't." ”

Zheng Xiu couldn't understand Xie Luohe's answer, and stared at Xie Luohe.

"Forget it, look at your thoughts, I'll take you up to have a look, so that you don't give up." Xie Luohe saw Zheng Xiu's eyes and knew that Zheng Xiu suspected that she was lying, so he was so angry that he stomped his feet, and the hard rock was trampled by Xie Luohe's half-coquettish "stomping" with a muffled sound, and a crack stretched along Xie Luohe's little feet to the mural.

As he spoke, Xie Luohe was going to carry Zheng Xiu up the mountain.

"No, I'll do it myself." Zheng Xiu was carried by Xie Luohe all the way like a little lamb, but he was very afraid of the taste of his hot face sticking to Xie Luohe's cold buttocks, so he hurriedly waved his hand, took out the Luohe pen, and cut a small cut with a pocket knife, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu drew a lively big bird on the ground.

The blood-colored big bird spread its wings and flew high, and its broad back carried Zheng Xiu to fly high into the sky.

"Tsk, why do you like to show off so much."

Xie Luohe sneered in a low voice, jumped up, pointed on the mountain wall on tiptoe, and rose and fell several times, Xie Luohe caught up later, jumped on the back of the bird, lazily wrapped his hands around Zheng Xiu's neck, and exhaled in Zheng Xiu's ear: "Don't let me fall." ”

Zheng Xiu replied angrily: "It's okay, with your strength, you can't die if you really fall." ”

Xie Luohe was speechless for a moment.

Zheng Xiu said...... And it's really true.

The two stepped on the birds drawn by Zheng Xiu, and a cold wind blew in front of them, blowing their hair to the back of their heads.

Xie Luohe quietly hugged Zheng Xiu's neck and whispered, "It would be great if it could be like this all the time." ”

Zheng Xiu didn't answer, and the birds flew faster and circled on the top of the mountain.

There are many "crows" hovering on the top of the mountain at sunset, which are larger than ordinary crows, which is like the "vulture" that Xie Luohe said. Flocks of vultures nest on the mountainside, and when a "big alien bird" intrudes on their territory, the flock of vultures emits a high-pitched and piercing chirp in an attempt to drive away uninvited guests.

"Painting Birds" is mediated by Zheng Xiu's blood, and Zheng Xiu's mind is connected. Zheng Xiu manipulated the painted bird to circle around the sky a few times, and found that there was actually a path leading to the top of the mountain, but it was deliberately vandalized.

Unless you climb with your bare hands, or fly up directly like Zheng Xiu, you can climb to the top of the mountain.

At the top of the hill there is only a small bare platform, on which a sarcophagus is prominently displayed.

I don't know how long the sarcophagus has been in this place, it has been exposed to wind and rain, and it is densely covered with tiny cracks, between which there is a faint reddish unknown moss breeding.

The two landed on the top of the mountain.

Zheng Xiu walked around the sarcophagus, and at a cursory glance, there was no obvious trace of the sarcophagus being opened.

"I once asked the great elders of the Scorching Sun tribe, and they said that what was buried in the sarcophagus was the 'candle' that had become one with the scorching sun."

Xie Luohe stood aside with his hands in his hand, Ying Ying smiled, and took the initiative to inform him of the matter.

"You believe it?"

Zheng Xiu asked rhetorically, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to open the sarcophagus.

"I don't believe it." Xie Luohe smiled and shook his head.

Zheng Xiu paused, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "But why did you ...... a few years ago?"

Xie Luohe knocked on the sarcophagus and made a "tuk" sound. "No matter who the skeleton is in the sarcophagus, whatever I see, if I don't believe it, I just don't believe it. Well, opening the coffin is meaningless to me. ”

Zheng Xiu asked again: "So, you came up and left?" ”

Xie Luohe said calmly: "Yes." ”

The simple answer made Zheng Xiu understand Xie Luohe's thoughts.

At that time, the Xie Luo River followed the footprints of "candles".

Like Zheng Xiu today, she came to the Valley of the Cicada.

She saw the mural.

She sneaked to the top of the mountain and faced the seemingly ordinary sarcophagus.

She knew it was a corpse inside.

The Shelo River is gone.

She didn't open the coffin.

It's not because Xie Luohe doesn't want to find the "answer", but because Xie Luohe firmly believes that "Candle" is still alive, and since "Candle" is still alive, it means that "Candle" has not "returned to normal", and the answer she wants is not here.

No matter who the person lying inside is, whether it is a "candle" or not, as long as Xie Luohe does not believe it, everything is meaningless.

What she cares about is not the life of "Candle", let alone the whereabouts of "Candle", but "returning to normal people". She just wants to be an ordinary woman again, to be able to start a family, to have children and grandchildren, to enjoy her life in peace, to fall asleep, that's all.

A few years ago, Xie Luohe was depressed, left the Cicada Valley, returned to Yunhe Village, and was at ease to be her "big villain".

It's just that Zheng Xiu is not Xie Luohe.

The purpose of his journey was very different from that of the Chelo River.

What he is looking for is not only the answer to the mystery, but also the way to break the game.

Zheng Xiu finally wants to understand.

The two were silent, and Zheng Xiu mustered up all his strength and pushed the lid of the coffin...... Didn't push it away.

"Nerd."

Xie Luohe couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Zheng Xiu's strength was all over the place, and slapped the coffin lid open.

I don't know how many years the coffin board has been covered, but under the power of Xie Han's palm, it finally couldn't be covered and saw the light of day again.

Zheng Xiu wanted to step forward, but he turned around and smiled at Xie Luohe: "You're really curious? ”

"Uninteresting."

Xie Luohe flattened his mouth and looked away.

Two heads approached the coffin.

After a moment of dead silence.

The two of them said in unison and wondered: "What is this!" ”

When Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu saw the bones in the sarcophagus, they couldn't help but raise their heads at the same time and look at each other, and they both saw the obvious "incredible" in each other's eyes.

Not ridiculous, shocking, unbelievable.

At this moment, one word appeared in the hearts of the two at the same time: strange.

It's weird.

In the sarcophagus, there is indeed a skeleton that has long been weathered.

Pale bones, reflecting a white glimmer in the faint moonlight.

The skeleton lies quietly, with a long and narrow head, a pointed face, and eye sockets that are distributed on both sides, smaller than normal human eye sockets. The ribcage of the skeleton is particularly broad, and the lower limbs strangely form a "counterbow" that bends backwards. The most strange thing for the two of them was that the arms and fingers of the skeleton were extraordinarily long, more than twice as long as ordinary people.

This skeleton is not in the shape of a human being.

Therefore, when the two of them witnessed the true appearance of the skeleton in the sarcophagus, their first reaction would be to say "what is this", not "this is impossible" or something like that.

"Ahh

Fierce vultures hovered high in the air, and the moment the sarcophagus opened, they swooped down in groups and attacked the two of them.

Xie Luohe slapped a piece of his hand to death, and after startling away the rest of the vultures, he asked with a complicated face: "Is this ......?"

"It's night...... Raven Keeper! ”

Zheng Xiu's eyes froze, if he hadn't seen the true face of the "crow keeper" with his own eyes, Zheng Xiu might not be able to identify what the hell the skeleton in front of him was. But the battle with the crow keeper in Jingtang Town that day impressed Zheng Xiu, and he almost saw it at first sight, and the skeleton in the shape of a "birdman" was matched with the crow keeper.

The presence in the sarcophagus was beyond Zheng Xiu's expectations.

Even if the sarcophagus is empty, Zheng Xiu can accept it.

The skeleton of a birdman emerged.

This skeleton instantly messed up Zheng Xiu's thoughts that he was about to clear.

It's just that Zheng Xiu is almost certain that the "present" who has been entrenched in the world for a thousand years and lived to two hundred years later, the alien with the "immortal" physique, the day-chaser named "Candle", is the one behind the creation of Ye Weiyang, the Night Lord.

What Zheng Xiu couldn't figure out was what the Night Lord had seen at the end of the journey, what were the three pillars, whether the crow keeper was a human or a bird, and why there was a skeleton of a crow keeper lying on the top of the Sunset Mountain in the extreme west two hundred years ago.

How many crow keepers did the Night Lord concoct?

The sky was bright.

Zheng Xiu was in a complicated mood and went down the mountain with Xie Luohe.

When he walked to Cicada Town, Xie Luohe deliberately tore a hole in Zheng Xiu's clothes, messed up his hair, and returned to the town in a hurry.

The banquet was held all night, and many desert residents were lying on the streets.

Hearing the footsteps of the two, the man and woman looked up blankly, saw the two of them in disheveled clothes, immediately looked at each other and smiled, showed a knowing smile, and then rolled over and fell asleep.

In Rician Town, Zheng Xiu and Xie Luohe ...... for a day No, it's ten days.

At first, Zheng Xiu felt that this place was wild and difficult to get used to. But gradually, the simple folk customs made Zheng Xiu slowly like here.

Sunrise and sunset, the wind blows the leaves and waves, Zheng Xiu grinds ink and paints every day, which is very comfortable.

When the good times don't last long, the eleventh day.

Zheng Xiu put down his paintbrush in the courtyard, looked at the "Desert Flying Eagle Picture" with no aura at all on the scroll, and fell into deep thought.

"Want to go?"

Xie Luohe stood behind Zheng Xiu at some point, gently stepped forward and pinched Zheng Xiu's shoulder bone, and asked softly.

They still tacitly did not mention Fengbei and Zheng Xiu, only Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe, enjoying a moment away from the hustle and bustle of the rivers and lakes, quiet and dull.

"Hmm."

Zheng Xiu nodded.

"What's the plan?"

Xie Luohe asked with a smile.

"Find someone."

Zheng Xiu replied calmly.

"Candles?"

"Yes."

"Fengbei, don't want it?"

Xie Luohe had a smile hidden in his eyes.

Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment, and quickly shook his head: "Don't say it." ”

Xie Luohe's movement of kneading Zheng Xiu's shoulder stopped, she leaned closer, and a strand of soft long hair fell from behind Zheng Xiu, gently scraping on Zheng Xiu's face, making Zheng Xiu's face tickle.

"Angry?" Xie Luohe asked.

"Nope."

Zheng Xiu looked away.

"Think my words don't count?"

Zheng Xiu sighed lightly: "Don't force it." ”

"Alright!" Xie Luohe slapped Zheng Xiu on the back, almost slapping Zheng Xiu on the table, Xie Luohe said with a grin: "I, Xie Luohe, have always been a man of his word, and his words count!" ”

"Hah! Are you sure? ”

Zheng Xiu laughed in a strange voice, not knowing whether he was angry or happy.

"That,"

Xie Luohe raised three fingers.

"You help me do three things in the end, and I'll return Fengbei to you, how about it?"

Through three fingers, Zheng Xiu looked at Xie Luohe's unpredictable smile, silently paused, and finally nodded.

"You say."