"I never expected that the copy could be reopened after it was burned so thoroughly by the human-faced spider." Song Yu couldn't help but be speechless.
Xie Nanshi looked at the night outside the window through the window screen. It was as peaceful and peaceful as ever. He couldn't tell that just a few hours ago, this ancient border city was almost destroyed. "He was hiding in the ruined temple.
What does it have to do with there?”
"It's possible, or maybe it's just the reuse of scenes." Song Yu handed a pot of warm peach blossom wine to Xie Nanshi: "Why don't we talk about you first? What does it have to do with that strange ghost?"
Xie Nanshi didn't answer immediately, but just put his eyes that had been on the window back into the house. His eyes seemed to be calm and calm, but for someone as familiar with him as Song Yu, he could see a flash in his eyes.
of confusion.
It was as if a problem had puzzled him for a long time, and he couldn't find a way out or a way back.
He shouldn't have told anyone, not to mention that Song Yu was not from this world after all. Even if he trusted the other party, he should have some reservations. However, when Xie Nanshi looked directly into Song Yu's eyes, his heartstrings that had been tense did not stop.
I relaxed consciously.
It turned out that he had completely recognized this person before he knew it. He is the same existence as Jiange, his senior brother and his father. "I should have a relationship with him, but I only have a very vague feeling."
Song Yu's heart skipped a beat and he asked tentatively: "Have any of your relatives died at the hands of the White Walkers?"
"There are many. But they were all buried properly." This properness not only refers to the integrity of their burials, but also means that their bodies will never be eaten by strange beasts or occupied by strange ghosts.
Song Yu couldn't think of a reason, so he could only comfort Xie Nanshi: "Rest first. When we see the strange ghost again tomorrow, we may be able to unlock your plot... and explain your feeling."
Song Yu coughed. During this period, his mind has been used to think about the motives of the White Walkers, and he became less and less careful when speaking in front of Jie Nanshi, an insider. But the current atmosphere was obviously not right, and he should think again.
Some.
Fortunately, Xie Nanshi was not listening as attentively as usual, so naturally he would not catch or even care about this small word. He just muttered "hmm".
Then he looked out the window and saw that the night was deep but extremely long.
…
"My dear nephew, do you want to think about it again?" Zhou Qinian firmly held the position of life and death and refused to let go.
At this time, the sun has not yet risen, and the sky and earth are dark under the new moon. The strange ghosts are still trying to break through the formation at night. In the sound of "bang bang", lights are already lit up in the city. Everyone is
By candlelight, he signed his name on the certificate of life and death, and left a letter for his family to explain his funeral arrangements.
Song Yu got stuck while signing the life and death certificate. He tried to grab it twice but failed to grab it. He looked at Zhou Qinian helplessly: "Old Zhou, I thought that by this time, you should no longer worry about the promotion issue."
Zhou Qinian's eyelids twitched: "Nonsense, is this a matter of promotion? You are still young, and you don't have any cultivation skills. What's the difference between running out of the formation and seeking death?"
Zhou Qinian coaxed Song Yu at first because of his background, but after getting along with him for so long, he had already regarded him as his nephew. What's more, the ability Song Yu showed this time has proved that he is not a playboy.
, but there is a gully in his chest. Naturally, he does not want him to run out and die.
"I won't die that easily." Song Yu couldn't grab the person, so he simply tore off the signature corner and signed quickly: "I won't even die if you die."
Zhou Qinian couldn't stop it and let out a long sigh. He stared at the signature on his hand closely, and he seemed to want to snatch it back: "Why are you doing this? Why do you have to leave the city?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I will protect him." Xie Nanshi handed Zhou Qinian the life and death certificate he signed, and at the same time, he may have made a promise.
"You..." Zhou Qinian was speechless for a moment: "Forget it, forget it, I can't control you young people."
As he spoke, he sighed, put down the other half of Song Yu's life-and-death face, and walked aside with his hands behind his back. Judging from the background, his back was obviously bent a bit, and white hair could be seen on the top of his head.
On the surface, Yongxi did not seem to have suffered much losses during this White Walker siege, but only Zhou Qinian, who was the head of the Security Department, knew how many lives had been lost during this period.
Most of those were his former comrades-in-arms, people who greeted him every day. If possible, he didn't want anyone around him to disappear.
Song Yu withdrew his gaze from Zhou Qinian's back and put together his life and death status, but did not prepare any family letters. After all, he was just a player, and he had not even figured out who this character's family members were, even if he wanted to write one.
I don’t even know where to start.
However, Xie Nanshi actually took out the letter from his pocket, used magic to seal the letter completely tightly, and handed the letter to Qi Rong: "If I can't come back, you can open it
The first part of this letter is to send it to the location above together with the body of Taoist Priest Sui."
Qi Rong's eyes were red and he nodded heavily. He wanted to say something, but he let out an embarrassing cry first. Then he pursed his lips tightly. If possible, he also wanted to walk outside the city with a knife and become
The first line of attack in front of the city. But he can't. He is the young governor of Yongxi Prefecture, and he has the responsibility to sit in the rear.
Xie Nanshi said nothing, reached out and touched his head, then walked aside and looked in the direction of the city wall, quietly waiting for others to say goodbye to their families.
Qi Rong closed his eyes and suddenly ran to Song Yu, took off the jade pendant he had been wearing around his neck and stuffed it into Song Yu's hands: "Come back alive."
He said this with gritted teeth, and at first glance it was not even clear whether he was expecting the person to come back or not.
Song Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hung up the jade pendant and pinched Qi Rong's cheeks that were a little baby fat: "I'll try my best."
Qi Rong knocked his hand off, turned around and ran away. When this kid grew up, he knew how to be shy. Even if he cried, he didn't want others to hear him.
Song Yu looked at the people around him who were immersed in parting, and suddenly felt a little lonely for some reason. He was alone outside the game and never had many friends. It seemed that he had nothing to leave to others in the game.
Finally, after thinking about it, he picked up the pen again and left a message for Qiaoyi: "If you wake up and the young master is gone, you can go home."
By the time everyone has finished their business, the sunrise is not far away.
The sound of opening the city gate in the quiet night could be said to be loud. Only then did Song Yu discover that the roots of the city wall were also brightly lit.
The formation only defends against strange ghosts, not against strange beasts. If there are no practitioners on duty during the day, the strange beasts cannot attack the city gate, so they will attack the city wall. But fortunately at night, the strange beasts tend to retreat, leaving only all kinds of monsters.
Strange ghosts flew around Yongxi State in circles.
Craftsmen must take advantage of this extremely limited time to repair the city walls and build fortifications overnight in the narrow gap between the formation range (often the position of the moat) and the city wall, enduring the indescribable terror behind them.
.
At this time, these craftsmen were attracted by the sound of the city gate opening. Young and old, most of their faces were stained with sand and mud, and their expressions were a little numb, but they looked at Jie Nanshi and others.
, but full of reverence and expectation.
Song Yu knew that those glances were for Jie Nanshi and the elite soldiers of the City Guards of the Department of Peace, so he did not receive the glances.
I don't know who among the craftsmen took the lead and sang "Yaoyao Song". However, the pronunciation of the ancient music was obviously not standard, and the tune was also out of tune. But no one thought it was funny, and everyone felt that it was another tragic feeling.
.
In the dark of night, drums suddenly sounded from the tower. That was the signal to go out into battle.
In an instant, the Security Bureau and the city guards had rushed out of the range of the formation. Unlike the Jianghu people, they were already well-trained, and they had obtained the monster-fighting strategies previously provided by the Song Dynasty, making them even more invincible. After a while, they were already unstoppable.
Xie Nanshi cleared a smooth road to Yuanao Mountain.
In order to keep up with Xie Nanshi, Song Yu put on his old friend's light body charm again. But this time, Xie Nanshi no longer held back, trying to get to the temple before dawn. No one knew that
When will the White Walkers open another sky leak? They don't have much time, and there are few opportunities for trial and error. There is no time to waste.
So this time, Song Yu was not so much as light as a swallow, but rather like a kite, being pulled by Jie Nanshi and floating behind him. Song Yu felt the pain of his body being torn apart. He was afraid of pain.
He was dying, but now he remained silent, and even his expression did not change much.
For some reason, in this battle situation, Song Yu's self-confidence based on his identity as a "player" seems to be declining.
He only felt that something called "destiny" was cruelly pushing him and pushing him tightly into "Meeting the Gods".
It makes him want to do something for the "people" in this world. Players are already called the fourth natural disaster. It is abnormal to be afraid of death, isn't it?
Song Yu built it up in his mind, and gradually he began to have some desire to push the limits, and he had enough energy to observe his surroundings. It was late at night, and Song Yu's eyesight was not that good, but the map clearly and faithfully marked him for Song Yu.
The strange beasts and ghosts within sight.
"How?" Xie Nanshi's voice penetrated Song Yu's cochlea from the sound transmission.
"The direction is right." Song Yu took a breath when he spoke, but even so, he still did not forget the ridicule in his words: "But this matrix is more fertile than we thought, it is densely packed here."
On the map, the dilapidated temple was still the same dilapidated temple, but the surrounding area was much busier than the last time the two of them came. Countless strange ghosts and beasts surrounded the temple in circles.
Song Yu's eyesight is not good, but Xie Nanshi can see clearly. These strange ghosts and beasts are mixed and entangled regardless of race, and most of them don't look very complete. The human skin of the strange ghosts is incomplete, or there is no
The human skin has lost its soul. There are more things that can be missing from the alien beasts, such as tails, claws, fangs... Their wounds are even bleeding.