The first person to fall was Xiang Ting, who was recovering from a serious injury. She fainted while running. If Lan Xiaoman hadn't been faster, she would have hit the rock next to her.
"Brother, is that you?" Xiang Ting leaned on Lan Xiaoman's back and suddenly asked softly.
Lan Xiaoman heard Shuang'er's voice, but he continued to trot. He felt that his body seemed to be slowly slowing down with endless repetitive movements.
"Oh, it turns out to be you." Xiang Ting's voice immediately dimmed.
Lan Xiaoman still said nothing and continued to run forward.
Xiang Ting seemed to be reminiscing, and she continued to say softly: "I wonder how my elder brother is doing? Has he returned to my grandfather? I shouldn't have promised him to accompany me to do this." Her tone
Some pain, some unwillingness.
Xiang Ting suddenly hugged Lan Xiaoman's neck tightly, as if something sad had been touched on him. She took a gentle breath and started to cry.
She cried for a while, and her tears wet the collar around Lan Xiaoman's neck. She lowered her eyes and looked at Yu Wanqing's figure in front of her, and said slowly: "I'm really useless. I cause trouble to everyone every time."
"Brother, I miss you so much." Xiang Ting murmured.
She was talking to herself, her tone full of sadness. Suddenly, she raised her head, clasped her face with the middle finger of her right hand and slowly scratched downwards. The nail left a long bloody mark on her face. She seemed unconscious.
to pain.
There was another moment of silence, and Lan Xiaoman felt that Xiang Ting's body had begun to recover a lot, and worry gave her a new reason to live.
"I will take you to the entrance, but I won't go in then." Xiang Ting said quietly.
Lan Xiaoman knew that Xiang Ting was also unconscious and had forgotten that Xiang Hu was controlled by the magic box. He could feel the other person's heart beating through his clothes, as if the hope of rebirth reappeared in the girl's body.
"Then I will go home. I can be with my grandpa and brother." Xiang Ting had no idea that she was immersed in fantasy.
Lan Xiaoman felt an inexplicable excitement when he heard Xiang Ting describing his plan on his back.
"We can even... wait until we get home..." Xiang Ting finally got tired, leaned on Lan Xiaoman's back again, and fell asleep again.
"Go home..." Lan Xiaoman felt that his physical strength was reaching its limit. He thought about Xiang Ting's hopeful words.
"Yes...I can take you home..." The magic box in front noticed Lan Xiaoman's thoughts.
"Really?" Lan Xiaoman responded dimly.
"It's true. I will give you endless power and wealth." the magic box said again.
"Power? Wealth?" Lan Xiaoman suddenly felt very unfamiliar with these two words.
"That's right, power! Wealth!" The magic box continues to explode.
"Can I really get it?" Lan Xiaoman continued to ask.
"Really, as long as you want, you can get it. Even if there are more powerful powers and more wealth that are difficult to obtain, I will guide you to fight for them. When you get them, no one will
I bullied you!" Magic Box said clearly.
"There is no free lunch in the world, so what do I need to do?" Lan Xiaoman's consciousness came and went, and he continued to walk purely by instinct.
"I want all the souls of the three girls you escorted, and a small part of your soul. But you will not die, but will live with me forever." The voice of the magic box was full of passion.
"Is that going to be very tiring?" Lan Xiaoman murmured.
"It feels like going home." The magic box gave the final message in a girl's voice.
"Go home...then I promise you...I will only give you my due share after everything is done..." Lan Xiaoman expressed this thought in his last moment of lucidity.
"You will get the part you deserve..." The voice of the magic box gradually disappeared into the darkness of the endless distance.
Lan Xiaoman lost control of his body.
Under the guidance of the magic box, he continued to carry Xiang Ting on his back and walked forward slowly.
Time is slowly passing by, and Lan Xiaoman slowly wakes up in a feeling of nothingness.
He felt like he was suspended in the air, but it was not a complete suspension, but like lying on an egg yolk. He saw a huge stone door on the ground. In front of the stone door was a large pile of old bones.
Over time, the pile of bones seems to have an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes.
Then, Lan Xiaoman saw his body lying next to the stone door.
Wait, your own body?
Lan Xiaoman's heart is full of questions, what is he now?
He wanted to find his body, but there was no way to do it. He was a little confused. He was thinking, was he floating in the air as a soul?
The movements of Yu Wanqing, Xiao Feiyan, and Chu Biqiu below aroused Lan Xiaoman's interest. He just watched quietly, not afraid of being discovered.
The lid of the magic box had been opened at some point, and it was quietly placed in the middle of the open space in front of the stone gate.
At this time, Yu Wanqing was like a puppet being manipulated. He was constantly struggling and making various twisted movements, but the white light on the magic box suddenly changed, and Yu Wanqing slowly softened.
It went down and suddenly flew up again.
Yu Wanqing picked up the fragmented remains from the ground, crushed them into powder in her hands, and slowly sprinkled them into the magic box.
The dark golden magic box suddenly emitted a gorgeous blood-red light, as if it was burning.
Lan Xiaoman saw Yu Wanqing using a special liquid in the magic box to draw spell-like patterns on the faces and arms of herself and the other two people.
When Yu Wanqing finished the painting, her expression was already full of enthusiasm. She put all her willpower to open the door into the chanting of the summoning technique. The voice in her mouth was very high at the beginning, and then gradually became lower.
As the spell was recited faster and faster, Lan Xiaoman could "feel" a kind of will gradually becoming clear in the magic box, as if it had invaded Lan Xiaoman's space across thousands of years.
Yu Wanqing's body seemed to have adapted to a certain will during the summons, or in other words, it was completely occupied by a powerful soul in order to open the door.
Lan Xiaoman saw that Yu Wanqing's twisting had slowly stopped, and she began to check her limbs.
The spell reached its end with gradually weakening notes, and Yu Wanqing also stood up from the ground. She was slowly moving her hands and feet, and her face showed a healthy complexion.
The huge stone door finally opened.
They finally entered the Tang Dynasty.
Lan Xiaoman saw that the dark tunnel behind them had been completely engulfed by the flames they set. The fire in the darkness illuminated the entire cave, but it soon subsided into darkness again.
The further they walked in, the lower the temperature became. Lan Xiaoman could even see that there was a thin layer of ice on the cave floor, which made their journey very difficult. The intricate underground passages made it easy to
Make people get lost.
Lan Xiaoman reluctantly recalled, identified the direction, and used his own body to hold Xiang Ting's relatively fragile body to open a path on the icy ground. His body was constantly shivering due to the cold, which significantly slowed down their forward speed.
The bones in their arms were also full of cracks as they resisted the occasional broken ice that slipped from the passage. Fortunately, they were well-dressed and walked out of this hard and cold passage to a place Lan Xiaoman had never been before.
When they saw the misty primeval forest in the distance, the tunnels and caves where everything was buried were already far behind them.
The three of them were still very satisfied with Lan Xiaoman's performance, and Yu Wanqing decided to continue hiring Lan Xiaoman as their follower.
After they dealt with the chase of several groups of bandits in the forest, they were lucky enough to find a few bags of gold from a group of bandits, and used the money to continue taking Lan Xiaoman to the road ahead.
Day and night alternated above their heads, and Lan Xiaoman began to adapt to the new place, getting used to the feeling of longing for the Tang Dynasty that he had always envied before.
In this way, they returned to Qingcheng Town.
The sky above the city is blue, and the water in the river is crystal clear. Lan Xiaoman arrived here, looked at the bustling crowd, but hesitated, unable to move any further.
Because he was a little scared, he didn't know what his journey to the Tang Dynasty would be like.
Yu Wanqing bought a carriage in the city, although it would take a few days for them to set off. Yu Wanqing understood Lan Xiaoman's worries. In her happy mood, she seemed very generous and allowed Lan Xiaoman to choose.
Lan Xiaoman suddenly realized that he had arrived in Datang, a new environment and a new beginning.
Thinking of this, Lan Xiaoman suddenly felt relaxed, because the rest of his life was very simple. He didn't have to think too much, he just had to obey orders, follow instincts, and spend his long existence.
Or...an opportunity?
As the sun set on the horizon in the distance, Lan Xiaoman suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. At this moment, he knew that his new life had begun.
The night became darker, and in the velvet black sky above Qingcheng Town, the white thick fog appeared at some point, as if it wanted to hide everything in this bustling and ordinary life. Black began to cover the distant sky, and from the border of the clouds and mist, there was a muffled thunder, like
The mournful cries of all living beings lingered over Qingcheng Town, a small town in the Tang Dynasty, and refused to disperse for a long time... (To be continued)