The flame was weak and dim, but it was suspended in the furnace as steadily as a rock. "Elegant * Wen * Words * First * Issue" The blue color that is so deep that it is difficult to take one's eyes out is extremely mysterious no matter how you look at it.
Xie Yao was stunned for a moment, but he immediately realized that the flames burned without warning. Something that appeared out of thin air in an abandoned wooden house might be in big trouble. He still held the lampstand that served as a poker in his hand, and he didn't know whether to insert it back or use it to extinguish the blue fire.
As soon as he broke off the candlestick, the blue fire ignited. There was no telling what was the relationship between the two. Although he usually reads a lot of fantasy novels, he has never encountered such a bad thing. He didn't dare to act rashly for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at Yun Qing for help.
Yun Qing sat tiredly in the corner just now, coughing with her eyes closed, still holding the small lamp in her hand, as if she had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
Xie Yao looked away, wanting to slap himself a few times. He was almost twenty years old, but he didn't have the slightest idea when things happened. Just now I wanted to rely on such a blind child. Shouldn't you protect him yourself at this time
Thinking of this, Xie Yao's deep sense of justice as a scholar was aroused. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, staring at the fire at close range.
There was nothing combustible around the big blue flame. It was just floating in the dark stove, which was indescribably weird. In addition, the room was unusually cold, and Xie Yao couldn't help but shiver.
Xie Yao froze in place and stared for a long time. Apart from feeling a little colder than before, it seemed that the fire had no harm. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, Xie Yao was slightly relieved, but he did not dare to let down his guard.
He wanted to take Yun Qing out of the house now, but when he turned around, he found that Yun Qing was no longer where he was. Instead, he was holding a pot and a candle to check something at the candlestick in the corner.
Although he couldn't see his eyes and even had his back to Xie Yao, he seemed to know that Xie Yao was looking at him and said calmly: "You step back. Wait for Amang to come back and deal with that guy."
That... guy
Xie Yao didn't care about Yun Qing's understanding of the situation in the room, but caught a certain word in his words. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
Could there be someone else here besides him and Yun Qing
Xie Yao looked around, vaguely feeling that a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him. He couldn't care less about this at this time, and immediately ran to the corner where Yun Qing was and stood in front of him.
"It's okay. There is someone in the fire. Let Aman pour some water on it and put it out later." Yun Qing's voice was as smooth as ever.
Xie Yao felt that his "awe" for this child was more "fear" than "respect". Yun Qing didn't need to use his eyes to know what happened in this short silence, and he could still be so confident. Could this child be a monk like Fairy Wuxia
"I'm not a cultivator... I just inferred something because I touched the lines on the candlestick." Yun Qing said suddenly as if she knew what he was thinking.
Xie Yao felt that his back was covered in cold sweat. Yun Qing, who could see through people's hearts, was even more stressed than the blue fire. He swallowed and asked, "Is there writing on it? Why didn't I see it
"Look at these uneven marks, they are Mingwen." Yun Qing pointed to the candlestick on the ground and said.
There are indeed some lines on the candlestick, but there are no words at all. At first glance, Xie Yao thought it was some crude pattern. These patterns are difficult but coherent, covering the entire candlestick, and even going into the underground part.
"Mingwen... isn't that..." Xie Yao stumbled and said, "It was written for the dead...?"
"Yeah." Yun Qing nodded, his face a little gloomy under such dim light, "I can only get a rough idea, it should be about eternal damnation, a hundred ghosts and the like."
In fact, Yun Qing has not been blind for a long time and is not very skilled in distinguishing characters with his hands, so he is not very careful in judging these carvings. But it is enough to have a rough judgment now.
Fall into hell forever and be devoured by hundreds of ghosts.
These two words, which were full of malice and written in Hades script, were spoken by Yun Qing in an understatement. Although Xie Yao was scared, he was strangely infected by Yun Qing's calm mood.
"Is this a curse or a suppression?" Xie Yao pondered these two words carefully.
"Mostly it's a curse. If it's suppression, wouldn't it be better to use Sanskrit?" Yun Qing explained with a frown and coughed again.
"This...curse, what exactly is going on?" Xie Yao suddenly became nervous when he saw that he was coughing violently.
"I don't know, and there is no need to know. It will be fine when Amang comes back and puts out the fire." Yun Qing said.
"Do we have to wait for Amang? How about I go?" Xie Yao felt that it was not safe to stay here, but seeing that Yun Qing seemed to have no intention of leaving, he could only accompany him.
"... Ahem," Yun Qing seemed to be trying to stabilize his breathing. He thought for a while and handed the small pot in his hand to Xie Yao, "If you want to try it, go ahead."
The pot was only as big as a palm, as clear and blue as the clear sky after the rain, as clear as if the tea was about to seep out. Xie Yao held it in his hand anxiously. There must be very little water in such a small pot. Can it really extinguish the blue strange fire
"Don't hesitate." Yun Qing's voice was filled with deep exhaustion, but she was still calm and decisive.
Xie Yao gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and poured the water in the small pot. The crystal clear water droplets rolling down the dust made people feel unbearable.
"Miss, I hope you will show your respect." An elegant and gentle voice came from the fire.
Xie Yao was dumbfounded to see those water drops gathering together in Yingying's hand, forming a faint blue fire.
A young man in a green shirt, dressed as a scholar, bowed out of the stove, with the flame still burning at the corner of his clothes.
"Wait... what do you mean, miss?" Xie Yao turned to look at Yun Qing.
Yun Qing supported the wall with one hand, covered his mouth with the other and coughed violently. Bright red blood slowly seeped out from between the fingers.
"Hey, this young lady looks unwell..." The scholar dressed up seriously, but his words had a slippery and vulgar feel.
"Yun Qing! Are you okay?" Xie Yao's heart tightened when he saw the blood, and he had no time to pay attention to the problems between men and women.
"It doesn't matter." Yun Qing's eyebrows were stained with displeasure. This was the first time Xie Yao saw his slightly angry expression.
No, maybe it's "her".
"There is no need for me to take action against this kind of monster."
As if in response to Yun Qing's words, a huge figure roared and smashed through the wooden roof, landing directly on the stove.
It was Amon.
Broken wooden boards and thick dust fell one after another. Xie Yao couldn't avoid it for a while.
"Come to me." Yun Qing raised his hand, and the square inch lamp shed a clear light. The square inch covered by the clear light is as solid as gold.
Xie Yao fled to Yun Qing in embarrassment. His face was pale, and the blood at the corners of his mouth was not clean yet.
"You don't have to be suspicious. I am indeed a girl." Yun Qing glanced at him lightly.
Xie Yao said awkwardly: "I don't care, I don't care."