After finishing speaking, Zhang Wanmo swept away the decadence and stood up and walked to my side, "What's the matter with Yan Shuyuan?" ”

He may have guessed something probable.

"I don't know." I shook my head, "He may have sensed that something bad would happen if he took the Nuwa Stone, so every time he took it, he made an excuse to avoid it." ”

"Actually, it's okay, in the end, it's just the two of us who die." He smiled helplessly, "I know, you must be angry that he found out about this and didn't tell us, right?" ”

"Hmm." If that's true, then he doesn't see us as friends at all, let alone that he likes me anymore.

"But have you ever wondered who else but us can get the shards? Who else can enter this Fuxi Mountain. ”

I never thought that Zhang Wanmo would be so generous, and at this time, he was still helping Yan Shuyuan to exonerate.

"Poof." For so long, I smiled sincerely, and the dullness in my heart was swept away, "Zhang Wanmo, after we go out, let's hold a wedding." ”

"What, what?"

"I said, after you go out, before we die, hold a wedding, let your parents rest assured, at least before you die, fulfill your parents' wish to have a daughter-in-law, and we can fulfill their only that."

"Okay." Zhang Wanmo nodded in agreement.

Zhang Wanmo and I walked side by side, and Bai Xue walked behind us.

Before we came in, the sky outside was black, but now, inside Fuxi Mountain, it was early morning, the sun had not yet come out, and the whole mountain was shrouded in mist.

Dense trees and weeds, silent except for the sound of our footsteps and breathing, not a single bird chirped.

The spirit I carried with me took on its own form here, becoming a small cloud of mist floating around me.

Just by looking at it, you can know the joy of its homecoming.

The trees didn't know the end of the woods because of the trees, so we kept walking without feeling tired, and we didn't know how long we walked before we walked out.

After going out, we found that we were halfway up the mountain, and as far as the eye could see, it was all mountains with mountains and mountains.

It is impossible to tell which one is the real Fuxi Mountain.

Just when I didn't know what to do, the spirit group collapsed.

It turned out that the clouds in the distance shed a ray of sunlight, enveloping the mountain peak and bathing it in sunlight.

This may be Fuxi Mountain.

With Zhang Wanmo, we resigned ourselves to the front.

Without Du Ai to open the way in front, only let Bai Xue catch the ducks on the shelves and pick a good road.

The closer I got to Fuxi Mountain, the calmer my heart became.

There is a trickle at the foot of Fuxi Mountain, but the stream inside is black, and you can hear the birds chirping nearby.

Further on, there was a path that many people had stepped on, and slowly up the hill along the road, you could find some fragments of stone bowls scattered on the side of the road, as well as fragments of wooden plates.

Some sharply handled sticks.

There are also treehouses where people have lived.

A little past the treehouse was a few mud houses, which were neatly arranged in a fan-shaped shape centered on the place where we were standing now.

It seems that the treehouse should have been used by the previous people to keep watch.

The houses were empty, and many things had weathered with age.

It is customary to engrave the words in the house, on the floor, on the wooden table, and on the stone.

I want to record everything anywhere, but unfortunately Zhang Wanmo and I can't understand it.

"Where's Fuxi Stone?" I asked, looking at the snow on the side.

"I don't know." Ever since we began our exploration of the tribe, Snow had been yawning, huddled in a corner, unable to breathe.

The spirit group was bouncing around me, as if to lead me to a place.

We had no harvest in the tribe so much that we had to follow, but it took us back to the stream at the foot of the mountain.

There was a bamboo raft by the stream, and the spirit group had already jumped on it, and motioned for us to follow on the raft.

The raft was a little small, and at most one person could stand, so we followed the spirit group along the stream.

The more I walked, it seemed that the stream was getting wider and wider, both sides were clean, there was not a single weed, and the bamboo raft was getting bigger and bigger.

As soon as we went up, the raft drifted faster and faster, slowly turning from a creek into a small river, and then merging into the river.

Zhang Wanmo and I supported each other, trembling.

The river is endless, we are just such a bamboo raft, not even with the bamboo support, Zhang Wanmo helped me sit down, and we floated with the water.

Only the spirit group is getting more and more excited.

The snow we have forgotten is also curled up behind us.

Slowly, even the mountains on both sides of the river were no longer visible, and the Fuxi Mountains behind had also lost their traces, except for the endless water and clouds in the sky, there was nothing left.

The water is also a little strange, it is black.

It's either the green and black kind, or it's black.

As soon as I wanted to stretch out my hand, I attracted Bai Xue's paw, and the spirit group next to me also jumped in a hurry.

"Don't you want to die? This is no ordinary water! It's weak water! ”

Bai Xue has only been fierce for so long, and has never touched us.

Zhang Wanmo picked up my scratched hand and looked at it, and the wound on that hand didn't know what was going on, and it healed in a few seconds, "Weak water?" ”

"Yes." Bai Xue licked the paw that had grabbed me just now.

My hand is not bleeding, but its claws seem to be red, a little bloody, could it be that I was caught just now?

Before I could think about it, I was drawn to the explanation of weak water.

"Originally, I was skeptical at first, but based on the reaction of this gadget, I can now be sure that this is weak water.

Weak water is called chaos, also known as trickling water, no one knows how it appeared, and it is believed to have existed since the beginning of the formation of the universe.

At first, it is like a trickle of water, a small stream, and slowly it will become a stream, and then a river will be formed from a small stream, and then a sea.

Slowly forming a vast sea area, with no borders and no directions, the water is gentle and gentle. ”

Speaking of this, the snow is exactly the same as the water below us now.

It carries the origin of life and the reincarnation of all things, so it is also called the water of reincarnation, representing the cycle of life and death and the cycle of yin and yang, as well as the changes of all things in the universe.

If I hadn't stopped you just now, your paw would have been assimilated by the weak water and become an inconspicuous drop of weak water in this water.

Weak water is also regarded as the dividing line between heaven and earth, and has the function of connecting different worlds or realms, it separates different realms such as the fairy world, the human world, and the underworld.

The above are all statements about weak water, but the authenticity remains to be studied, in short, it is better to be careful in everything. ”