"Where the flames burned, three people came in a dream. Those who cherished the past disappeared into the shadow of the moon, those who defied fate and were reborn returned to ashes, and those who carried the others alone melted into the bottom of the water.
The moon fell and the flames died, and after the waves rose again, he appeared in front of everyone. "
——"Records of the Prophecies of the Five Prophets·The Son of Shouwu"
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"These predictions are still so nonsense." Yi Cha said, "To be honest, I still can't understand this habit. I would rather see a report like this
The split soul of Lanlewin is here; the signs of Zero Point Collapse are there; the size and gathering of the followers of the Featherless Ones are behind which mountain, and what markers are next to it;
It would be great if the coordinates of the arrival of the Son of Shoumono could be marked on the map, and the map could be completely printed on the front of the volume. "
"Prophecies are just captured numerology fragments."
Ke Qier smiled upon hearing this.
The rare dream boundary of Luoyue Lake disappeared, and they walked into the forest again. Judging from the distant movements of hunters and woodcutters, it seemed that several villages in Moonset Land were not far away from them.
If the human prophecy is correct,&nbp;&nbp;The Son of Shoumonu will descend among them.
They need to find him before the dark shadows of the conspiracy, the believers of the Featherless Ones, and all the other beings come one by one.
"The prophets have done their best to make things clear."
Ke Qier helped defend. "There are many prophecies between us and yours. You have also listened to them."
"I'm into this format...I can't help it. There are definitely some right parts to it."
Echa stepped over a branch lying halfway across the road and waved his hand. "But this format really doesn't make sense."
"Don't say that. Some prophecies are very poetic."
"Poetry itself is nonsense." Yi Cha said unyieldingly.
It's time for the angels. Nesse looked at Keqil as the argument progressed.
Having dealt with angels and demons for a long time, he knew that people's imaginations about these two creatures were full of misunderstandings.
He didn't even know how this misunderstanding came about. They are simple and direct, and understanding them is as easy as looking through crystal glass.
"Why is it so difficult?"
Ke Qier was working on vocabulary, and Zha took the lead. "Whenever I see something, I record it, what it is, how long and heavy it is, what it is used for, and what materials it is made of. There is nothing that is difficult to express."
"Yes. Uh. Yes."
The angel smoothed his tongue and continued, "Every living thing has things beyond its limits."
"You know spring, right?"
Ke Qier thought of a perfect example and immediately spoke fluently. "It's impossible to capture spring. That's the limit. But humans can sow seeds, pluck flowers, and celebrate festivals.
In this way, what they captured were fragments of spring, and in their memories this was spring. The same goes for prophecies..."
"No way."
He interrupted in a strange tone, using a debate tone specifically for Ke Qier, "Spring? This example is too bad. If it is an article review, I will give you a "perspective too low" subjective Assumption's failure chapter.
Spring can certainly be captured. Because the sun is gradually approaching the continent, and many creatures on the main material plane unfortunately need suitable temperature, humidity, and light to grow due to environmental selection..."
spring. yes. Nese thought.
It's almost spring. So it's very cold now.
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Bitter Wind Village, the Land of Moonset.
"Go back, go back quickly! Walker! Walker!!!!"
As soon as Walker stepped out of the creaking door of his home, he saw a dusty bald head moving towards this side. Dagumon, the eldest brother who was supposed to be quarrying in the Flame Cave, was running towards this side with a stern look on his face and shouting at the same time.
"how?"
Walker was stunned. Dagumont had already run to him and pushed him and his little sister "Water Rat", who was following behind him with a snotty nose, toward his home.
"Pochi's interrogator is here. Quick. Don't stand still! Take furry chestnuts and water rats and hide."
Dagumont looked nervous - the eldest brother was rarely so nervous. In the blink of an eye, Walker and Water Rat were lifted up one by one by Dagumon, and two thick arms clamped them under the corresponding creaking nests. Water Rat's snot was thrown onto his face, and he screamed.
The smell of Dagomon's sweat, onion soup, and fire ashes made Walker dizzy.
Population officer in Poch?
In the blink of an eye, Dagumont went upstairs, and a warm baby swaddle was stuffed into Walker's arms. Mao Lizi, their little brother who was born just last week - sent away their mother who had difficulty giving birth.
In addition to the low hoarse cry of the water rat, there was another loud cry in the air.
"Don't make him cry! Walker! Shut up Mao Lizi!"
The next second - maybe the next two seconds, they were in the backyard. Walker was dizzy and found that Dagomon was lifting one of his legs to help him climb over the courtyard wall. The sound was so loud that it could deafen his ears.
"Take them to hide in the cave behind the Moon Guard Stone."
Dagumont showed half of his livid face in the courtyard wall, and his bald head looked like half of a gloomy moon. He had said the same thing many times. "Be careful. Stay away from strangers. Be careful."
Walker held Mao Lizi, put a finger in the baby's mouth to stifle the baby's cry, and stood on the grass outside the courtyard wall. The water rat was also thrown over like a rag ball, wiping the snot from his face.
"Let's go!"
Dagomon looked around quickly, and soon, the livid half of the moon disappeared on the side of the courtyard wall.
"elder brother."
Walker turned around, and it was Water Rat pulling on his trousers, "I'm going to..."
"Don't go anywhere."
Walker grabbed the water rat's dirty little hand with his other hand and started running.
They crossed the trail.
From far away in the village, the sounds of chickens and dogs jumping, women crying and men roaring were heard.
"Why are we running?" The water mouse stumbled several times in a row.
Walker steeled himself and pulled her up. My heart was pounding.
The water rat is still too young, otherwise he would definitely know what the population officers of Pochi are here to do - which is exactly the opposite of the name of their official positions.
There are too many non-human races living in several villages in Moonset Land, and many villagers have non-human ancestry. When King Pochi was not digesting his lunch, he would occasionally think of this strange and remote place, and that he should strictly control the number of these hybrids - just like humans need to control the number of mice in their homes.
Water rats are already redundant, let alone hairy chestnuts.
Walker had been through this once before, but then as a child—it had been several years since the enumerator's last visit—and had remained healthy thanks to King Porch's great gut.
The Water Rat was in his infancy at that time, and it was he who was shaking his nose, and it was Dagumon who pulled him and hid in the hidden cave behind the Moon Watching Stone.
"Let's go find the Moon Druid." Walker said, "The moon will protect us."
"I don't believe it. I think the water fairy..."
"You mustn't think so."
Walker pulled the water rat and ran wildly. After an unknown amount of time, the ruined Moon Temple appeared in sight.
He tightened the chestnut in his arms, and the baby was exuding warm milk.
When the cold wind blew, my sweat-soaked clothes clung to my body, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Walker pulled the water rat, bypassed the moss-covered, black and ugly moon-watching stone, and got into the collapsed apse. He peeled away the piled wet branches and saw the familiar cracks between the cliffs - just big enough for a child to walk sideways.
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