The two of them circled the Tianshu Yumen several times, but gained nothing else, so they returned the same way they entered and slipped out the same way.
Yan Huan rarely felt uncomfortable, but being in an unfamiliar dragon's nest, with traces of Yinglong's past life everywhere, was as uncomfortable to him as wearing someone else's shoes.
"Let's wait a little longer," Liu Fuguang said, "everything will be clear on the day of the Dragon Festival."
Yan Huan nodded slowly and pulled his collar with his hand, causing the illusionary skin to spin around on his body. If someone else saw it, they would be so scared that they would curl up.
That night, they chose an inn to stay in. Because it was close to the sea, the architecture here was quite interesting. In order to avoid the nighttime humidity, the inn was built like a bamboo house on stilts. The rooms were like hanging fruits, connected by wooden bridges. The furniture, beds and cabinets were all hollow and light, and the mattress was made of bamboo silk, which felt smooth and fine, and cold to the touch.
Liu Fuguang found it very interesting. He opened the window and saw the sea fog surging at night. There was a hazy and continuous rain in the sky. There was not a single star in sight. Only the lights on the ground were swaying one by one.
Is it the sound of the tide, the sound of rain, or the voice of the heart
The whole world was upside down, the fire of the earth was like a warm orange galaxy, the foggy sky formed an elusive world, and the sound of rain became so distant and ethereal, as if some grand whisper was calling him.
The room was very small, and he was happy to be alone with Yan Huan so that he could sort out his confused thoughts of the past few days.
Liu Fuguang admired it for a while, then he stretched out his hand to close the window and was about to go to bed and close his eyes to rest, but as soon as he turned around, he stopped.
…That was not an illusion, there really was a voice in the fog and rain, calling his name!
Liu Fuguang opened his mouth and was about to call out Yan Huan, but before he could say anything, he suddenly frowned.
Maybe I don't need to ask him for everything, he thought. I already have the ability to protect myself. Even though I'm alone, I'm not completely without confidence.
Thinking of this, Liu Fuguang calmed himself down, turned around and looked at the continuous rain curtain.
A shadow of a person gradually approached there.
I call it a shadow because it is completely transparent. Only the dense raindrops hitting it give it a very hazy appearance.
The figure raised his hand slightly and waved towards Liu Fuguang, as if he had something to say.
Liu Fuguang could not detect its malicious intent. After hesitating for a moment, he climbed over the window, stood in the air in the rain, and faced the figure.
The shadow nodded, turned around and left, Liu Fuguang followed behind, the further he walked, the weaker his connection with Yan Huan became. He suddenly realized that the shadow was going to take him away from Yan Huan's range of perception.
He stopped cautiously several times, and the shadow followed him and waited calmly. When Liu Fuguang took another step, the shadow bowed to him humbly, as if to thank him for its trust.
The figure led him into the deep forest and finally stopped in front of a towering ancient tree.
"Supreme..." Shadow vibrated the air, making the sound of raindrops hitting each other, "Please...save her..."
"Who to save?" Liu Fuguang asked hurriedly, "Please explain clearly."
The figure did not answer his question. It was like a pre-programmed puppet, playing the role in a rigid manner: "She is not guilty of a heinous crime... It's just... too many mistakes... led to... this big mistake..."