Author: Bachelor in White

"Are you serious?"

Zheng Xiu looked back at Xie Luohe.

"otherwise?"

Xie Luohe asked back, stroking the mural with his fingers, and said with a smile: "'Zhu' was a character from nearly a thousand years ago."

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

Xie Luohe pointed to the "coffin" on the last mural and smiled slightly: "But I can't prove what I say."

Zheng Xiu pondered.

if…

As a strange person, Zhu has the ability of "immortality" and has been hidden in the cracks of history. He even lived "two hundred years later" when Zheng Xiu lived. Zhu'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 "Ye Weiyang" - Night Lord was implicated.

Thousands of clues are entangled in Zheng Xiu's mind, and Zheng Xiu always feels that he is just a little short of fully understanding everything.

Regarding "Zhu"'s longevity, "Zhu"'s purpose of creating Ye Weiyang, and "Zhu's" purpose of taking action against Feng Bei.

All of this seems to be hidden in these simple-looking murals. The secrets are so deep that it is difficult for Zheng Xiu to see through them.

Zheng Xiu repeatedly looked at the murals on the altar.

Watched again and again.

The mural records the life of the strange person "Zhu" and the process of the "Sun Chaser" chasing the scorching sun.

The penultimate mural shows the exaggerated face of "Zhu" and the strange expression of "little sun" in his eyes.

Xie Luohe quietly looked at Zheng Xiu who was meditating, and a touch of loneliness gradually appeared on his face.

The bright moon sets.

The night sky turned from pitch black to deep blue.

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

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

At this time, Xie Luohe couldn't help but break the silence: "It's time to leave. If we don't leave, the people of Lie Sun Tribe will doubt us."

"Is there a possibility..."

Zheng Xiu, who had been watching the mural for most of the night, frowned and said, "What is recorded on the mural is not the path taken by 'Zhu'?"

Xie Luohe looked slightly startled when he heard this: "You mean..."

"I should have noticed earlier." Zheng Xiu pointed to the last mural and said calmly: "All the murals have 'sun' painted on them, except for the last one. I think this is not meaningless, but to illustrate.

What."

"The 'scorching sun' will not disappear out of thin air."

"The scorching sun disappeared from the mural. I was thinking that the 'scorching sun' in the painting may not refer to the round in the sky, but a symbol that symbolizes something."

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

"For example...menjing."

"This road does not refer to the path that 'Zhu' takes in the world, but the 'path' that he takes to get deeper into the door step by step."

Hearing this, Xie Luohe touched his delicate chin, thought for a moment, and nodded: "You are right. But in fact, he did arrive here, otherwise it would be impossible for the ancients here to record Zhu's life in the form of murals.

, and worship it to this day.”

Zheng Xiu smiled and shook his head: "Sometimes, images and appearances do not conflict. He did come here, but what happened on the way was also the process of him getting deeper into the door. In other words, that 'scorching sun' is very likely to

It was 'Zhu', a 'stranger', who had gone through so much trouble to see the end of the door and opened the last door."

"But in the end..."

Xie Luohe weakly pointed to the last mural.

Zheng Xiu: "I speculate that those three pillars should have a special meaning. There are desert residents worshiping around the pillars and the coffin. This is probably some kind of 'ritual'. Through this 'ritual', the 'candle' was successfully eliminated."

The 'scorching sun'."

After pondering for a moment, Xie Luohe shook his head: "It doesn't make sense. Since the 'scorching sun' is what Zhu is pursuing so hard, why did he want to destroy it in the end?"

"Because... he melted? It is very possible that even his name, 'Candle', is an abstract expression. Candle, fire, melting. It means that in the end, the Sun Chaser found that what he was chasing was not a good thing, so he

Find a way to destroy it, and use those three pillars."

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

What is the value of a top painter?

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

As daybreak approached, Xieluohe pointed in the direction of the top of the mountain: "Actually... the coffin on the mural has always been there."

"ah?"

Hearing this, Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment and couldn't laugh or cry: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zheng Xiu frowned, realized what he was saying, and asked three questions in one breath: "Have you gone up to take a look? What's in it? Can it?

Do you want outsiders to go up?"

Xie Luohe was silent for a long time, and then replied: "I have 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 looked at Zheng Xiu's eyes and knew that Zheng Xiu suspected that she was lying. He stamped his feet angrily, and the hard rock was covered by

Xieluohe stomped his feet with a hint of coquettishness, making a muffled sound, and a crack extended along Xieluohe's little feet to the mural.

With that said, Xie Luohe was about to carry Zheng Xiu up the mountain.

"No, I'll do it myself." Zheng Xiu was carried by Xie Luohe like a little pig all the way. He was extremely afraid of the feeling of having his hot face pressed against Xie Luohe's cold buttocks, so he quickly waved his hand, took out Luohe's pen, and used

He made a small cut with his pocket knife, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu drew a vivid bird on the ground.

The big bloody bird spread its wings and flew high, its broad back carrying Zheng Xiu flying high into the sky.

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

Xie Luohe laughed in a low voice, jumped up, pointed his toes on the mountain wall, and rose and fell several times. Xie Luohe later caught up, jumped on the back of the bird, lazily moved his hands forward to wrap around Zheng Xiu's neck, and breathed into Zheng Xiu's ear.

Said: "Don't let me fall."

Zheng Xiu replied angrily: "It doesn't matter, with your strength, you won't die even if you fall."

Xie Luohe suddenly became speechless and speechless.

What Zheng Xiu said...is really true.

The two stepped on the bird painted by Zheng Xiu, and a cold wind blew in their faces, blowing their hair back.

Xie Luohe quietly held Zheng Xiu's neck and whispered: "It would be great if it could always be like this."

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

There are many "crows" hovering on the top of the sunset mountain, which are larger than ordinary crows. These are exactly what Xieluohe calls "vulture crows". A group of vultures and crows build nests on the mountainside, acting as a "big exotic bird"

When intruding into their territory, the vultures and crows emitted shrill and shrill cries in an attempt to drive away the uninvited guests.

The "Painted Bird" uses Zheng Xiu's blood as a medium and connects with Zheng Xiu's mind. Zheng Xiu controlled the painted bird to circle in the sky several times and discovered that there was actually a trail leading to the top of the mountain, but it was deliberately destroyed.

Only by climbing with bare hands or flying directly up like Zheng Xiu can one reach the top of the mountain.

There is only a small bare platform on the top of the mountain, and a sarcophagus is prominently placed on the platform.

The sarcophagus had been left here for an unknown period of time. It had been exposed to wind, sun and rain, and was densely covered with tiny cracks. Between the cracks, unknown pale red mosses could be seen growing.

The two landed on the top of the mountain.

Zheng Xiu walked around the sarcophagus, and at a glance, there was no obvious sign that the sarcophagus had been opened.

"I once asked the great elders of the Lie Sun tribe, and they said that what was buried in the sarcophagus was the 'candle' that became one with the Lie Sun."

Xie Luohe stood aside with his hands behind his hands, smiled, and took the initiative to inform the matter.

"Do you believe it?"

Zheng Xiu asked back, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to open the sarcophagus.

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

Zheng Xiu paused, frowned and asked, "But why did you..." a few years ago

Xie Luohe knocked on the sarcophagus and made a "click" sound. "No matter who the bones are in the sarcophagus, no matter what I see, if you don't believe it, you just don't believe it. Then, opening the coffin is meaningless to me."

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

Xie Luohe said calmly: "Yes."

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

The Xieluo River in those days followed the footsteps of "Candle".
To be continued...