"Bang——" The closed stone door was easily knocked open. Gordon rolled all the way on the spot and escaped from the stone house. He still saw the "horse thief"'s eyes casting a strange and fierce light.
A swift and fierce wind swept through the street, and the stone door slowly closed. Gordon squeezed the bulging treasures in his arms, roughly seven or eight items. He chose to trade before because he could not figure out the reality of the evil ghost.
If it were possible, how could the evil ghost dare to take out so many treasures? Similarly, the evil ghost did not snatch the body of the horse thief by force, which shows that it is also subject to the transaction. This means that in the stone house, both parties may have to abide by the deal, otherwise
The consequences are dire.
He now chooses to rob forcefully. Firstly, the evil ghost is restrained by the Minotaur and is unable to stop him. Secondly, he deliberately delays the time, causing the evil ghost to use the body of the horse thief without waiting for the third question, which can be regarded as a violation of the agreement between the two parties. Therefore, he
He took action decisively and escaped without any accident.
Before he could take a closer look at the harvest, an even fiercer wind swept in from all directions, surging like a tide, almost making him unsteady and unable to open his eyes. The rapid air currents surged and oscillated in the sky, and void caves appeared one after another, like whirlpools.
It keeps rotating, and strips of strange and gorgeous light emerge from it.
The space was once again staggered in Gordon's field of vision. The streets were folded, the stone houses were twisted, the ground was far and near, and the fangs spiritual species sensed the coming and going of all kinds of strange sounds.
Bull-headed spirits! Horse-faced spirits! Soul-charming spirits! Evil-eating spirits... Gordon "saw" more than ten anti-life beings poking out of the vortex, with strange and ferocious faces, looking around greedily.
These anti-life creatures, without exception, all feed on weak wandering evil spirits. In mid-air, a huge horse-faced soul with green eyes glowed, and it suddenly spit out a long tongue like a rope, and rolled out a wandering soul from the stone house.
Gordon was shocked and suddenly understood the way to escape from the ghost town.
Suddenly, the Fang Spirit Seed shone brightly and danced endlessly, giving rise to an inexplicable feeling of strong hunger and thirst.
"Kid, are you not hurt?" Lying on Crocus's back, the black baboon gritted his teeth and inhaled. The violent jolt caused the wound to burst open again, and blood seeped out of the bandaged cloth.
"Uncle, I'm fine, how are you?" Saffron straightened up, panting violently, and the flute blade she clenched was inserted into the chest of the evil ghost on the opposite side. For some reason, the evil ghost suddenly became motionless during the fight.
The flute blade passes through the chest.
"Me, haha, I'm so good that I can dance several rounds of bullfighting! Kid, can you do the bullfighting?" The black baboon laughed and pressed his left rib tightly with his hand. Although the poisonous wound was healed, the wound has not recovered, because
Without medicine, turbid pus began to ooze out from the place where the carrion was removed.
"I haven't learned it." Saffron shook his head. They stepped on a dry mudflat with barren vegetation. Now it suddenly became staggered and fragmented, as if it was shaking back and forth, creating overlapping shadows. However, his feet were stable as usual, and he could not feel a trace of them.
A strange tremor.
"That won't work! Kid, the bullfighting dance is the best way to make the girls in the bar scream! Hehe, it's a pity that you are still a young girl and don't understand what it feels like to be a girl, tsk tsk."
"I understand! Didn't Browning say, 'Life is precious, but love is more valuable.' Uncle, have you ever loved a little girl?"
Saffron felt the body on his back tremble. After a long period of silence, he heard the black baboon's melancholy voice: "There was once a barmaid who loved to laugh. Her big eyes were like emeralds, no, more beautiful than emeralds."
Beautiful. She wants to read but is illiterate, so she keeps pestering me to teach her... Hey, kid! Isn't this the time to talk about this? "
"Uncle, what happened next? Why aren't you together?" Saffron asked curiously, waving the flute and cautiously looking forward. The surroundings looked distorted and misaligned, but in fact there was no change. He took a few tentative steps forward.
, there is nothing wrong with it.
"Later..." The swift and violent wind drowned out the voice of the black baboon, the turbulent currents "hissed" rapidly, and the mudflats were lifted up in chunks, scattered in all directions, and fell like raindrops. "Pa!" A small stripe!
The hard object hit the crocus, and his flute stopped, stirred, and twirled at will to eliminate the impact, and the hard object stopped firmly on the narrow flute body.
The corners of the black baboon's eyes twitched slightly. This was not a hard-fought fight, but a delicate and delicate fighting technique. Only those who have received professional training can do it. He looked at the young man, his lips twitched, and finally
Still silent. The strong wind swept up the mud and rocks, and hit him like a storm. It was hard to tell whether it was pain or numbness.
"This is -" Saffron grabbed a hard object and scraped off the thick dirt on it, revealing a white bone with sharp forks. "Fish bone?" He rubbed it a few times in surprise, and then picked around.
I picked up several lumps of mud, knocked off the mud shells, and examined them carefully.
"This is the black star mirage, this is the shell of the spiny snail crab, this piece looks a bit like coral, this is the fossil of the shark-tooth fern..." Saffron cried out, "Uncle, could it be that this ghost place was originally a sea?
?”
"Epic of Enlightenment!" the black baboon blurted out with surprise in his eyes.
"The cage of hell,
Once led to the vast starry sky.
That terrible desert,
The ocean that once covered the harvest." Saffron chanted loudly and turned to look at the black baboon. The two looked at each other and sang the last paragraph of the epic in unison:
"At the original source of the long river,
The eyes of the strange demon look down on the world, descending from the sky and the heart.
The tree of life groans in pain during the harvest sacrifice.
The pigs and sheep in captivity are in blood and fire, longing for new life.”
Saffron opened her mouth wide and shouted: "Uncle, isn't the Enlightenment epic made up at random?"
The black baboon was stunned for a moment. The Enlightenment Epic is a bardic poem handed down from ancient times. It is different from other ancient poems. The tones of its music are high and low, the ups and downs are extremely strong, and the span of the range is too large. Therefore, it is regarded as the most difficult poem.
.Usually only bards with first-class voices dare to perform enlightenment epics in public.
"That terrifying desert once covered the harvest-rich ocean. Doesn't it mean that this place was once the ocean?" Saffron said excitedly.
The black baboon hesitated and said: "Maybe this is just a coincidence."
"Then what about 'the tree of life groans in pain during the harvest ceremony'?" Saffron's eyes flashed and she spat, "Could the tree of life refer to the devil's tree of life? Why does our heart lose its vitality after we die?
The Demon Life Tree in the poem has miraculously disappeared? According to the Enlightenment epic, it was harvested? Could it be the work of strange demons? Otherwise, why would the poem say that strange demons descended from the soul?"
The black baboon gave a bitter smile: "You are just a brat after all. He is really whimsical. Many ancient epics are nonsense, and only fools will take them seriously. The Enlightenment epic also said that 'the eyes of strange demons look down on the world.' Are they observing us in the sky?"
"
Having said this, he raised his head and looked up at the dark and deep sky. The dark wind was swirling rapidly, making him cry like he was gulping. The black baboon suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, giving birth to a frightening chill.
"That's not necessarily true, uncle. But what does the term 'penned pigs and sheep' in the poem refer to? Hey, uncle, look at it -" Saffron's eyes widened and she screamed in shock.
A huge gray building appeared in front of the field of vision like a ghost. Just now, there was clearly an empty open space in front of it.
The black baboon suddenly changes color.
"Here it comes again!"
Finally got it done before this week. The midterm exam is coming soon and middle school students are very busy.