The flame was weak and dim, but it was suspended in the furnace like a rock. No matter how you look at it, the blue color is so deep that it's hard to take your eyes off it.
Xie Yao was taken aback for a moment, but immediately realized that the flame burned without warning, and something like this that appeared in the abandoned wooden house out of thin air might be in big trouble. He was still holding the poker lampstand in his hand, and he didn't know whether to insert it back or use it to extinguish the blue flame.
As soon as he snapped off the candlestick just now, the blue flame ignited, maybe there is some relationship between the two. Although he usually reads a lot of strange novels, he has never encountered such a bad thing. For a moment, he didn't dare to act rashly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he looked at Yun Qing for help.
Yun Qing sat wearily in the corner just now, closed her eyes and coughed, still holding the small lamp in her hand, as if she didn't know what happened outside.
Xie Yao withdrew his gaze, and wanted to slap himself a few times. He was almost twenty years old, and he didn't have the slightest idea when things happened. Just wanted to rely on such a blind child. Shouldn't he be protecting him at this time
Thinking of this, Xie Yao's literati sense of justice in his bones was aroused, he gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, staring at the fire from a close distance.
There was no combustible material around the bean-sized blue flame, and it just floated in the dark stove like this, which was indescribably weird. Coupled with the fact that the room was unusually cold, Xie Yao couldn't help shivering.
Xie Yao froze in place and watched for a long time, feeling that apart from being colder than before, it seemed that the fire was not harmful. Seeing that there was no abnormality, Xie Yao was slightly relieved, but he did not dare to let down his vigilance.
He wanted to take Yun Qing out of the room as soon as possible, but when he turned around, he found that Yun Qing was no longer in the same place, but was holding pots and lamps to check something at the candlestick in the corner.
Although he couldn't see, and even turned his back to Xie Yao, he seemed to know that Xie Yao was looking at him, and said quietly, "Stay away. We'll deal with that guy when Aman comes back."
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.
Besides him and Yun Qing, is there anyone else here
Xie Yao looked around, faintly feeling a pair of invisible eyes staring at him. He didn't care about these things at this time, and immediately ran to the corner where Yun Qing was, and stood in front of him.
"It's okay. There are people in the fire, just ask Amang to pour some water to put it out later." Yun Qing's voice was as usual without any ups and downs.
Xie Yao felt that most of his "awe" towards this child was more "awe" than "respect". Yun Qing didn't need to use her eyes to know what happened in this short silence, and she was so confident. Could this child be a monk like Fairy Wuxia
"I'm not a practitioner... It's just because I touched the lines on this candlestick that I inferred something." Yun Qing seemed to know what he was thinking, and suddenly said something.
Xie Yao felt that his back was covered in cold sweat, and Yun Qing, who could read people's hearts, was more stressed than the blue fire. He swallowed and asked, "There are words on it? Why didn't I see it?"
"Look at these uneven marks, this is Mingwen." Yun Qing pointed to the candlestick on the ground and said.
There are indeed some lines on the candlestick, and the words cannot be seen at all. At first glance, Xie Yao thought it was some kind of crude pattern. These patterns are difficult but coherent, covering the entire candlestick, even submerging into the underground part.
"Mingwen... isn't that..." Xie Yao stumbled and said, "Written for the dead...?"
"Yeah." Yun Qing nodded, his face was a little gloomy under such dim light, "I only figured out the general meaning, it should be about falling into hell forever, eating ghosts and other curses."
In fact, Yun Qing has not been blind for a long time, and his ability to distinguish characters with his hands is not proficient, so he is not very careful in judging these nicks. But it is enough to have a general judgment for now.
Falling into hell forever, with hundreds of ghosts devouring their bodies.
These two words, which were full of malice and written in Hades at the same time, were said lightly by Yun Qing. Although Xie Yao was afraid, he was strangely infected by Yun Qing's calm emotion.
"Is it cursing, or is it suppressing?" Xie Yao pondered these two words carefully.
"It's probably a curse. If it's suppression, wouldn't it be better to use Sanskrit?" Yun Qing frowned and explained, coughing again.
"What the hell is this... curse?" Xie Yao became nervous when he saw that he was coughing badly.
"I don't know, and there is no need to know. It will be fine when Aman comes back and puts out the fire." Yun Qing said.
"Do you have to wait for Aman? How about I go?" Xie Yao felt that it was not safe to stay here, but seeing that Yun Qing didn't seem to want to leave, he could only accompany him.
"...cough," Yun Qing seemed to be trying to breathe steadily, he thought for a while, then handed the small pot in his hand to Xie Yao, "You can try it if you want."
The pot was only the size of a palm, and it was as clear as the clear blue sky after rain, so clear that it seemed like tea was about to ooze out. Xie Yao held it in his hand nervously, such a small pot must have very little water, can it really extinguish the blue strange fire
"Don't hesitate." Yun Qing's voice was filled with deep fatigue, but she was still calm and decisive.
Xie Yao gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and poured down the water in the small pot. The crystal clear drops of water rolled down the dust, which made people feel unbearable.
"Miss, I hope you will hold your hand high." An elegant and gentle voice came out of the fire.
Xie Yao was dumbfounded to see those drops of water gathering together, converging in Yingying's grasp, and creating a faint blue flame.
A young man dressed as a scholar in a green shirt bowed out from the stove, the flame was 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 her mouth with the other and coughed violently. Scarlet blood slowly oozes from between the fingers.
"Hey, this young lady looks unwell..." The scholar was well-dressed, but his words sounded slippery and obscene.
"Yun Qing! Are you okay?" Xie Yao's heart tightened when he saw the blood color, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the issues between men and women.
"It's okay." Yun Qing's eyebrows were stained with displeasure, this was the first time Xie Yao saw his slightly angry expression.
No, maybe "she" is right.
"I don't need to take action to deal with this kind of monster."
As if responding to Yun Qing's words, a huge figure roared and smashed through the wooden roof, landing directly on the stove.
It was Amon.
Splintered planks and heavy dust fell in swirls. Xie Yao couldn't avoid it for a while.
"Come here." Yun Qing raised his hand, and the square inch lamp sprinkled a clear light. The square inch covered by the clear brilliance is as solid as gold.
Xie Yao fled to Yun Qing's side in embarrassment. His face was pale, and the blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't been cleaned.
"You don't have to be suspicious. I am indeed a daughter." Yun Qing gave him a faint look.
Xie Yao said awkwardly: "I don't care, I don't care."