"Hmm..."

"And under all kinds of thoughts, this team with ghosts will behave very harmoniously?"

Hearing Zhao Gongdao's words, Su Yang realized.

Zhao Gongdao nodded expressionlessly: "I don't have time to communicate one by one, let them really work hard for a goal, this is the fastest way." ”

"Let's go."

"Next, we should really..."

"It's time to meet my old friend."

Zhao Gongdao retracted his gaze, looked at the island in the distance, and spoke softly.

"You still can't be absolutely calm after all."

Su Yang shrugged his shoulders, turned into a streamer, and rushed towards the island.

Zhao Gongdao followed.

"It's a desert island."

Su Yang stood on the island, looked around, and spoke.

"How do you see that?"

Zhao Gongdao said with a hint of incomprehension.

A smile appeared on Su Yang's face and pointed to the seaside: "There is no garbage." ”

"If there is no garbage, can it be used as a certificate that no one has landed on the island?"

Zhao Gongdao frowned slightly.

Su Yang's smile became brighter: "You are very smart, but you don't know much about today's people." ”

Zhao Gongdao seemed to understand something, and did not continue to speak, but raised his head and looked ahead.

It was a lush forest.

The stout trees are almost completely blocked by the sun, and at a glance, the forest looks a little gloomy.

Moreover, there is a slight fog in the forest, which makes people subconsciously panic about this forest.

Behind the forest, there is a high mountain, but it is mostly obscured by the forest, and it is difficult to see clearly.

"Your old friend, in the forest, or in the mountains?"

Su Yang spoke curiously.

"On the hill!"

"She'll be in the mountains."

"Stand on the highest spot and look in the farthest direction!"

Zhao Gongdao barely hesitated and blurted out.

After speaking, Zhao Gongdao turned his head and looked at Su Yang, his eyes were a little complicated: "Are you willing to accompany me... Walk together, walk through the jungle, climb that mountain? ”

"Why?"

Su Yang was puzzled.

Zhao Gongdao's voice was very soft, but his tone was very firm: "Because... Respect..."

"Oh."

Su Yang shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything, just silently followed Zhao Gongdao.

And Zhao Gongdao stood outside the forest and carefully tidied up his clothes, including his hair that was blown by the wind due to the hurry, which was meticulously tidied up.

"We..."

"Let's go inside."

Zhao Gongdao's expression became much more solemn at this moment, and he pulled up his robe and stepped into the forest.

I don't know if it was because of Zhao Gongdao's emotional rendering, or Su Yang was too deep in the play, when he walked into the woods, he inexplicably felt a sense of sadness, and his face became a little more serious, silently following behind Zhao Gongdao.

This forest is very wide, but Zhao Gongdao just insisted on moving forward step by step, without using any immortal power.

Before I knew it, even my shoes were getting muddy.

"You used to say..."

"My favorite is the mountains and flowers, and the butterflies flying..."

"Take three or two friends, wander in the sea of flowers, swing, and watch the clouds rise and fall."

"But now, it is silent in this lonely deep mountain and old forest..."

Looking at the surrounding scene, Zhao Gongdao's expression couldn't help but become heavier, but his pace was still steady, not slow.

As we go deeper, the sun is almost completely blocked.

The surrounding leaves and grass were covered with dew, and the air seemed extremely humid, and even Zhao Gongdao's white clothes were a little more dirty at this moment.

But Zhao Gongdao seemed to be invisible, and still kept moving forward, as if in his eyes, there was only the vicissitudes of the mountain in the distance.

Time passes.

There are no imaginary beasts, poisonous insects, not even living creatures in the forest.

Yes, it's just silent.

Yes, only endless loneliness.

In the air, only the rustling of shoes on fallen leaves remained.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere seemed more and more oppressive and heavy.

And this heaviness, when it came to the foot of the mountain, reached its peak.

At the foot of the mountain...

Tombstones are neatly erected.

There are no names on the tombstones.

But there are people who, with blood, have drawn lines on the tombstones.

Although the blood has dried up over time, it is still forever imprinted on the tombstone.

"The lines on every tombstone are a painting..."

"Although she has excellent cultivation talent, she is a terrible mess in the field of painting."

"But she likes to paint, and she has created self-portraits for all of us."

"For example..."

Zhao Gongdao's eyes searched in front of the tombstones, and finally pointed to one of them: "This is me." ”

on the tombstone.

A few scarlet lines outline a stickman.

It's just that the head of this stickman is bigger than normal.

"She said I like to use my brain."

"That's why my head is bigger..."

"At the time, I also complained, saying that she was a stereotype, but now I look at it..."

Zhao Gongdao didn't continue, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and even his eyes were so gentle.

"This is Zhao Gongming..."

"Look, these blood beads represent the Dinghai God Beads."

"And the 'stickman' is very small."

"It is said that Zhao Gongming likes to pretend to be tender."

"At that time, Zhao Gongming's face was black and ruthless."

Zhao Gongdao introduced the characters on the tombstone one by one, their identities, and the smile at the corners of their mouths became more and more obvious, but they didn't know it.

Su Yang just listened silently.

It wasn't until Zhao Gongdao finished introducing all the tombstones that Su Yang pointed to a tombstone in the center and asked suspiciously, "What about this?" How did you skip it? ”

"This..."

Zhao Gongdao fell silent, and only after a moment did he speak softly: "Can I not say it?" ”

"Of course."

"It's your right."

Su Yang nodded and didn't ask any more.

And Zhao Gongdao looked at the tombstone in front of him again, took a deep breath, lifted the corner of his robe, and slowly knelt on the ground.

"Everyone..."

"I, who should have died a long time ago, today..."

"I'm back."

"One day, I will use the blood of Haotian to write your names on the Lingxiao Palace."

"At that time..."

"I'll bury you all around..."

"Tell you more."

When the words fell, Zhao Gongdao seriously kowtowed three heads to the tombstones, and used the power of the fairy spirit as a blade, cut his fingers, and re-smeared the blood little by little along the blood stains on the tombstone that had already dried up, and manipulated the power of the fairy spirit to prevent the wound from healing.

With the excessive blood loss, Zhao Gongdao's face became much paler.

But he completely ignored it and did it seriously.

It's as if it's a very sacred thing.