Kyore became very angry for some reason. He turned over and slept head to toe with Luo Binhan.
Luo Binhan felt comfortable, but a little lonely, but at this time he was completely sleepless. This was really a strange thing. His eyes were swollen and his legs and feet were sore. He had probably not slept for more than twenty hours, but he could not fall asleep.
There were bursts of insect chirping outside the window, which seemed restless in the late spring night, like some kind of strange call. The air was damp and cold, and it was really uncomfortable for Luo Binhan to lie down. He quietly slipped out of bed, put on his coat and walked out of the house.
Just as he walked into the courtyard, the dog sleeping in front of the door was awakened. It let out a threatening whisper, which made Luo Binhan a little wary. But then it suddenly stopped barking, just swept its tail and walked away very docilely.
This seemed to be a kind of implicit encouragement, so Luo Binhan continued to move forward. He walked on the gravel road illuminated by the moonlight and arrived at the entrance of the village on this cold and gentle spring night.
The giant tree like a goddess statue stood there quietly, with white flowers piled up like snow at its feet. Luo Binhan didn't know why he came here. He stared at the tree in a daze for a while, and finally took out a small light red lens.
He switches the color of the lenses back and forth. When the lens is cyan, writing appears.
"Oak tree. Harmless."
Luo Binhan couldn't believe it: "That's it?"
"That's it." A voice behind him answered him.
He turned around and saw Abner standing there. She wore a dark green priest's dress, decorated with embroidered gold leaves. She wore a crown of thorns on her waterfall-like hair, which was covered with white five-petal flowers. A pair of white and delicate jade flowers were exposed under the dress. Feet, just like that, stepping on the mud and rotten leaves. Somehow that made her look more beautiful.
Luo Binhan felt that he was not very surprised.
"Beauty, are you dressing up for the night too?" he asked kindly.
Abana walked closer and gently touched the tree with her hand. "This is my tree," she said. "It didn't grow like this before. It didn't grow like this until I became the messenger."
"It looks pretty like this now." Luo Binhan said. He felt that Albana was too close to him. At this distance, he could even see the other person's eyes shining like a cat. He also smelled a faint, bitter floral fragrance.
Abana smiled wistfully. It was a very religious expression full of mystery and loftiness.
"What would you do?" she suddenly leaned over and asked, "If you wanted to study this tree, what would you do? Remove it? Cut it down? Chop it up? Break each piece of wood inside into smaller pieces. The debris, see if there is any gold hidden in it?"
Luo Binhan subconsciously took a step back. "Don't dare," he said politely, "Such a big tree must be protected at least level two, so I don't dare to cut it down."
Abanna smiled brightly under the moonlight.
"Lie." She said, brushing away her wind-blown hair.
Luo Binhan wanted to say something, but she raised her left hand, which was wrapped in thin vines. There is a spider perched on the delicate jade finger. It looked so familiar, as if it had been weaving a net on top of Luo Binhan's bed ten minutes ago.
"Uh." Luo Binhan suddenly got stuck. He didn't feel that the previous conversation with Kaiore was so shameful, but the sight of Abana made him unable to face it directly.
Abana knelt down and released the spider to the ground. Then she walked back and forth by the tree, observing Luo Binhan from different angles.
"You and them come from different places, but they are not much different." She said, "Thoughts, ideas, desires, you have the same aura of wanting to separate the paradise. In time, your hometown will follow the same path as them .”
She stretched out her right hand, and a sun-shaped pocket watch dangled between her fingers. Luo Binhan subconsciously touched his neck, but there was nothing there.
Abana opened the pocket watch. There were no four dials inside, only a dark hole. A gurgling stream of blood flowed out of the cave, dampening the soil around her feet.
"That's what you do," she said softly.
Luo Binhan turned around and wanted to run. Then the oak tree suddenly came to life. It grabbed Luo Binhan's arm with a hard branch and hung him roughly in the air.
He asked a little collapsed: "As for it?"
"I didn't intend to kill you," Abana said. So Luo Binhan decided to be honest for the time being. He watched Albana put away her pocket watch, and then showed a dark blue mineral from her left hand. It looked similar to the stone she gave Jing Huang, but it was much smaller.
"The Homecoming Stone." She said, "It is the eyes of the stars, the memory of the land, the texture of the waves, the song of hometown, and the voice of return. It records everything in the universe. But when you find it, dig it all out and peel it off. Remove the skin, cut it off, corrode it, smash it, break it into pieces, wrap it in steel and machinery, and make it into a digital instrument.”
"It's outrageous!" Luo Binhan swayed on the tree and condemned indignantly, "Such a beautiful stone is actually used to make a watch. Is there any justice? Is there any human nature?"
Abana just smiled knowingly.
"You don't know its proper use," she said.
The oak tree stretched out its branches and handed Luo Binhan to Alba. The girl as beautiful as an elf spread her arms and put her arms around his neck.
"You'll see," she said.
She put her lips against Luo Binhan's forehead. It should have been a wonderful experience, but Luo Binhan felt that his consciousness was being sucked away quickly. His vision drifted upward, past the treetops, past the clouds, until it rested on the dark film.
He saw a desolate planet, so primitive and lonely, that it had maintained the same appearance for tens of thousands of years.
Then it came.
Purely by chance, it came to the outside of the dark membrane wall, clinging to the surface and looking inward. It thought this was a good place, so the meteor fell from above the sea of fire and penetrated into the sky wall.
The planet started to turn green since the crater. Vegetation spreads to every corner, and insects and animals proliferate like an explosion. Most of the time it was satisfied, but occasionally it had doubts about the terrain, so the meteor fell again, creating mountains, lakes and oceans as it saw fit.
It left. There is so much territory waiting to be patrolled that it can only come back to inspect it occasionally.
Several generations passed. The dominant race on the planet changed again and again. Sometimes it was destroyed by internal strife, and sometimes it was the accidental fall of stars playing on a sea of fire. Those stars are too dynamic, and accidents will occasionally happen.
It doesn't care about it, life is quite equal to it. Whatever race dominates the world, it chooses those among them who are willing to follow it for its gift of wisdom. Its messengers take care of the planet and the population for it, making the vegetation prosperous and the livestock healthy.
Time continues to pass.
Humans have taken over the planet. They formed tribes, they formed villages, they formed kingdoms.
The kingdom operates in an independent, rational manner and they have no need for its emissaries, thus condemning those people as evil wizards. The messengers had no choice but to stay away from other places to protect and guide those who lived far away from home.
Among them is a medium-sized village, ordinary and insignificant. It has experienced fifteen messengers. When the fifteenth was finally tired of his work and felt that it was time to start aging, the tree in front of the village changed its shape and grew into a beautiful girl. That is the sixteenth messenger Abana. She took care of the village as her predecessors had done.
Yesterday a ship crashed through the sky wall and landed. The owner of the ship flew to her and borrowed a homecoming stone. He left the six people on the boat aside and flew alone to the center of the forest, where there was a huge lake. It was a lake created by a meteorite a long time ago, and it still retains the breath of the stars.
At this moment, under the bright moon and stars, the owner in red is sitting by the lake. He cut the palm of his hand with a black jade knife, then put the leaf between his lips and played an ancient tune. Birds in the forest came to hear the news one after another.
They chirped and worshiped him, and then pecked at the blood flowing from his palms one by one. The blood stained on their beaks was carried to every corner around the lake, drawing strange symbols and graphics. Those lines are like bird claws and insect marks, shining after the rising sun.
Luo Binhan opened his eyes.
Cobwebs remained on the ceiling. His legs were still on the bed, but his back and head were firmly touching the floor. He felt a terrible pain in the back of his head.
"What's going on?" Kaiore rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed. He looked at Luo Binhan drowsily: "Why are you sleeping on the floor?"
Luo Binhan touched his neck. The pocket watch was still hanging around his neck.
"...a dream," he said.
