One of the more amazing things about the place where the white crane passed was that it seemed that the water surface was clearer.

In the fog that is getting thicker and thicker around it, it is natural for people to have perceptual confusion, and I don't know how long it has been, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe an hour.

Both men and horses gasped slightly, but it seemed that suddenly their vision became clearer, and the crowd followed the white crane out of the seemingly vast swamp wetland and onto the shore.

A hundred steps away is a relatively dense woodland, which is also distinct in the thin mist.

After walking in the muddy swampy wetlands for so long, the feeling of being grounded again is even more reassuring.

At this moment, everyone stomped their feet and patted their bodies, and some even took off their shoes to shake the muddy water.

The trees in the forest are tall, and in the summer, there are already insects chirping and birds chirping, which makes the woodland seem more secluded and inexplicably safe at night.

The warlock looked at the inherited compass, and the hands were very calm.

"If you don't leave, let's make a fire in the woods, get something to eat, and dry your body!"

"Well, I'm going to get firewood!" "Then I'll go find out what game there is!"

The group was really tired, so they led the horses into the forest, carried the children down, and found a suitable place to prepare for the fire.

The child hugged a large tree and looked at the water's edge in the distance, and the white cranes walked along the shore, pecking and playing in the water, and from a distance, they looked hazy in the fog.

Occasionally, a burst of crane chirps and a flock of white cranes will echo and call.

"If this kind of thing happens once in this life, it is worth bragging about for the rest of your life!"

The warlock smiled, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to others, and he put away the compass and began to get busy, with this fog to obscure it, and they had just rushed a lot of way, it shouldn't be a big problem to light a fire and rest.

Moreover, this is the white crane leading the way, as a warlock, he naturally believes in some mysterious things, and he feels that this is his own luck.

In the depths of the swamp in the distance, not far from the direction where the group had just left, two flaming fires suddenly fell in the air shrouded in thick fog.

The light seemed to be moving at high speed, so much so that two long lines of fire were drawn out of the mist.

The hot wheels rotated a few inches under Shi Sheng's feet, and the flames rose without hurting the owner, and Shi Sheng stood on top of his head with gray Mian, stepping on the hot wheels in the swamp.

Flying somewhere in the swamp, Shi Sheng stomped hard under his feet.

"Boom~~~"

A circle of fire exploded from the hot wheels, and centered on the stone place hovering over the swamp, a ring of fire erupted, and where the flames passed, all the fog disappeared, and there was a sound of "zizizi" burning.

"Uhh

Shi Sheng shouted, although it was the voice of a child, but it was as loud as thunder.

The sound echoed in the distance, and in the farther distance it was already a "rumbling" thunder.

Far away at the edge of the swamp, people in the woodland also heard thunder, and some people subconsciously raised their heads, frowning and wondering if there would be thunderstorms at night.

At the edge of the swampy wetland a hundred steps outside the forest, one of the white cranes also raised its head to look in the direction of the deep swamp in the distance, and naturally understood the source of the thunder in his heart.

However, Yi Shuyuan lowered his head again, a pair of eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the loaches in the water gently below the surface of the water, and a long crane's beak hung an inch above the water, hesitating whether to lower his mouth.

It looks delicious.

In the depths of the swampy wetland in the distance, Shi Sheng and Ash Mian were not afraid at all here, and the ring of fire burned a lot of miasma in the fog, but Shi Sheng's shouting was not answered.

Gray Mian patted Shi Sheng's head with his tail.

"Good guy, you dare to ignore us, you originally wanted to give us a chance, but now it's gone, Shi Shengsheng!"

"Hmm!"

Shi Sheng responded, bent his legs and jumped, as if he was standing on the flat ground, and the wind and fire carried him to a high place.

In the process, Shi Sheng directly grabbed the collar around his neck and took it out, and in an instant, the collar lit up with golden light.

"Woo. Woo. Woo."

The collar whirled between Shi Sheng's index fingers, and the whistling was like a gust of wind, and the gold ring also became a lot bigger in the process, if it was only a collar worn around the neck before, now it is as big as a stone mill.

"You don't have to keep your hands, such a scattered demonic aura has such a strong aura, there must be a lot of harmful things in the swamp!"

"Got the gray seniors!"

Shi Sheng's voice fell, and the Qiankun circle in his hand had turned into a piece of golden light.

"Go-"

"Buzz"

A sense of vibration spread in all directions, and the golden light left Shi Sheng's hand and fell towards the swamp.

In the distance, at the edge of the woodland, two people were washing their shoes, and suddenly the water in the otherwise calm swamp rose, or rather, it was not rising, but waves swaying and crashing against the shore.

The water flooded directly over the ground where the two had been squatting, wetting their bare feet again.

Seeing this, the two subconsciously lifted their shoes and avoided some of them, but this wave was only temporary, because soon these "tides" had receded.

However, perhaps because of this special small tide, many fish, shrimp, crabs and loaches on the edge of the swamp wetland have been stirring, which has also aroused the excitement of the white cranes not far away, and the sound of crane chirping has also come and gone.

The movement in the depths of the swamp, the edge of the swamp is just a few waves.

The bonfire was lit, and the flames dispelled the cold and made the tired crowd more peaceful.

A bowl of dried meat and some mushrooms gathered in the forest stewed soup, plus the baked fragrant cakes, everyone's stomachs quickly became steady.

Yi Shuyuan would look at the woodland over there from time to time, Zhao Yuansong did expose his greed after getting the immortal book, but at least he still had some righteous friends in the rivers and lakes.

As the night wore on, the campfire was quiet, and the most frightened and tired mother and son were already asleep.

On the big tree at the edge of the forest, the warlock, who was one of the night watchmen, was also sleepy and tired, but he was still very energetic, and in addition to paying attention to the situation near the campfire, he would occasionally look at the white shadow at the water's edge in the distance.

As long as you can still see the white cranes and occasionally hear the cranes, the warlock will be inexplicably relieved.

The warlock took out the compass in his arms again, this is already a habitual action, the compass is not the same as the general, not only the pointer, but also all kinds of dense words, but the text is not only the heavenly stem and the words related to the hexagram, and even the words related to the twenty-four solar terms.

"Before I knew it, it was already a little hot, but I couldn't feel the heat here"

In the warlock's muttering, a faint white gas flew towards the tree he was standing in the distance, and a sleepy insect that was imperceptible to ordinary people flew in front of the warlock and was sucked into his nose with a snort.

The warlock's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and before he knew it, he was already asleep.

"Bang la la"

The soft sound of water sounded, and a white crane walked in the direction of the campfire, and all the people here were already asleep.

The pale yellow fire shone on the black and white crane feathers, and it seemed that the white crane seemed to bring a hazy white light, Yi Shuyuan stopped outside the bonfire and looked under a big tree.

The dry grass is paved on the ground, the velvet is covered, and the mother and son are snuggling together, sleeping soundly.

This child is younger than Shi Sheng who went out with Yi Shuyuan back then, Zhao Yuansong didn't know how to walk when he left home, and now he has long forgotten his father's appearance.

The crane's beak gently pecked one side of the wing, and a bloody light flew out from under the feathers and suspended in front of the white crane, which was the blood book.

"Cluck, cluck."

In the midst of the modest crane chirp, there was another sound that seemed to sound in the midst of the chirping.

"Zhao Yuansong, originally the two countries competed for a number, and it was inconvenient for me to mix, but after all, this immortal trick came from my hand, so I fulfilled your wish, and also let you meet your wife and young, you will meet in your dreams."

Yi Shuyuan's voice came from the mouth of the crane, which seemed a little brighter than usual, but this seemed to be an ordinary sound, more like it could reach his heart.

The share of the Yuan Shen on the blood book is actually not real, but I can feel the meaning of Yi Shuyuan's expression, and I can feel the breath of my wife and children.

Strictly speaking, the Yuan Shen in the Blood Book at this moment is no longer Zhao Yuansong, but the existence of his spirit and his own obsession before his death is also the Blood Book itself, but it also has Zhao Yuansong's thoughts and even memories.

It's also because I understand the way of the change of the wandering god, and I can make the blood book spirit realize my dream.

While thinking, a halo of light spread from the white crane and the blood book, and the bonfire on the side swayed, and there seemed to be a vague figure in the light manifested from the blood book, walking towards the mother and son over there in a daze.

After a few breaths, all the strange changes in qi volume calmed down.

But at this moment, on the side of the mother and son, the child dreamed loudly.

"Daddy."

——

This is a house with a front and back yard, which is a lot higher than the level of ordinary people, but there are no people in the house, and the people living in it are just a family.

The ground was covered with hoarfrost, and it seemed that the weather was more like early spring and late autumn.

Zhao Yuansong woke up in a trance, looked down at his hands and feet, and touched his face, which was a very common thing, but at this moment he was inexplicably excited, but he couldn't remember why he was excited.

Then he looked around, and the excitement intensified.

The courtyard, the flower beds, the small trees and the scenery, everything is so familiar, with a slight strangeness, this is my own home!

The smoke curled up from the kitchen, Zhao Yuansong walked quickly to the kitchen, and could vaguely hear a familiar voice chatting, talking about his grandson, and praising the child's intelligence in laughter.

"Daddy! Mother! Daddy, mother! The boy is back, open the door—"

"Bang Bang Bang"

Zhao Yuansong slapped on the kitchen door, at first slightly and then forcefully, but the people in the kitchen didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't move no matter how he patted it.

Zhao Yuansong was stunned, turned his head to look at the inside of the house, where would his wife and children be?

In the backyard of the house, in a warm room, a woman is doing needlework, sewing clothes for growing children by hand.

A child rides a wooden horse beside him, which is tilted back and forth, and the child rocks back and forth.

"Mother, mother, when will Daddy come back?"

"Come on, when you are literate, your father will be back!"

As she spoke, the woman bit off the knotted thread, and the child pouted with a slight dissatisfaction.

"Isn't that going to be a long time?"

"Wouldn't it be nice if you could learn faster?"

The woman laughed, and the child frowned.

"Squeak"

The door was carefully pushed open, and the woman got up in surprise and looked at the door, thinking that her in-laws were coming, but when she saw the anxious figure at the door, the woman's face also showed surprise and disbelief.

"Shaozhu."

"Xianggong."

The child's wooden horse did not shake, and he got up from the wooden horse and hid behind his mother, who had been talking about his father just now, but was now very afraid.

Zhao Yuansong looked at the child excitedly, why it doesn't matter here anymore!

"Call, Ping'er, he's your father."

Zhao Yuansong gradually squatted down, not daring to make any radical movements, at this moment there was both excitement and more guilt in his heart, and he looked at the child with tears in his eyes.

Obviously he should be happy, obviously it is a reunion, even if he sheds tears, it should be tears of joy, but Zhao Yuansong didn't know why, his heart was full of sadness and pain, but he didn't dare to say more and didn't dare to speak out, as if he was afraid of scaring everything in front of him.

Finally, at the urging of his mother, the child leaned out half of his body, looked at the man's tears, and hesitated and shouted softly.

"Daddy."

(End of chapter)