Yaleriga jumped back to the ground from her seat, made a few gestures to the savages responsible for lifting the aircraft, and then asked Luo Binhan to park the aircraft by the side of the road.
"Follow me," she said in an unusually soft tone.
At this time, Luo Binhan was still immersed in the shock and grievance of being peeped into his life. He didn't have the courage to confront Yaleriga, but he could not help but have a resentment hidden in his heart, which made him remain silent after leaving the aircraft.
Yaleriga didn't mind his attitude, but looked at him strangely. It was different from her usual dangerous eyes. It was an overly kind and considerate look that could even make people feel uneasy.
Luo Binhan quickly became uneasy under such gaze. He wanted to continue gritting his teeth and sulking, but also wanted to question what was going on.
"You have many questions," Yaleriga said. "If you really want it, you will have the answers before dawn."
She started to walk away from the savage team. Luo Binhan followed her and asked, "So you know what's going on? Why don't you just tell me?"
Yaleriga was not in a hurry to answer. She stood on the edge of the mountain path and looked at the moon, as if she had run away from the savages just to see the scenery. After a while, she finally said: "You ran back from there successfully."
"Yes, otherwise? Isn't this your old man's arrangement?"
"I hope you come back alive. But you could also die there. I can't get the news in real time, and anything unexpected can happen."
Luo Binhan carefully remained silent. The way Yaleriga spoke made him feel strange. Somehow he remembered that he had gone to the other side to inquire about the situation at Yaleriga's request. She also specially taught him how to fly an aircraft and use various tools. Now it seems that all these arrangements have worked.
"Does this adventure interest you?" Yaleriga asked.
Her question made Luo Binhan instinctively want to say something strange. However, when the words came to his lips, what he heard himself say was: "It's quite interesting."
That wasn't what he originally wanted to say. But he was not obsessed by anyone, it was indeed his own idea.
Yaleriga seems to have known the answer for a long time. She looked at Luo Binhan with that gentle and sad look and said, "Now you have to learn to make choices more actively."
"What?"
"He wants you to remain ordinary." Yaleriga said, "But now you should leave the choice to yourself. Sometimes being strange is useful. If you are willing to pay the price, no one should make the choice for you."
She made her tail emerge from the air, untied a scimitar from its sheath, and pulled it out of its sheath. Luo Binhan recognized the bright blue blade, which had once easily disemboweled Shasi - that incident felt so long ago that he could hardly even remember Shasi's face.
"This knife was given to me by an acquaintance." Yaleriga turned the blade and said, "It is very sharp and has a fire-starting spell, which I liked very much."
"Ever?" Luo Binhan asked from a distance. He almost ran away when Yaleriga took out the knife.
"That is a story that has nothing to do with today." Yaleriga said, "Maybe I will tell you one day."
She held the blade with her fingers so that the blade was facing her and handed the scimitar to Luo Binhan. When Luo Binhan held the handle of the knife in confusion, he heard her say: "You have been tested, and now it is yours."
Luo Binhan looked at her in astonishment, but Yaleriga seemed to have planned this for a long time. She also handed over the leather scabbard inlaid with gold.
"Put it in," she said.
Luo Binhan complied in a daze. The blade slid into the old sheath, making a heavy metal friction sound. This matter seems to have a rather serious sense of ceremony.
"You have made a decision. You will be different from yesterday." Yaleriga said. She repeated this sentence three times as if reciting a prayer, making Luo Binhan nervous and confused.
After she finished reading this unexplained words, she continued to look at Luo Binhan with a strange expression, feeling a little relieved and relaxed, but also a little sympathetic. She leaned over and spoke a complex and obscure syllable in Luo Binhan's ear, telling him that it was the fire-making curse of the scimitar, an ancient saying that has been lost today. As long as this spell is uttered, the meteorite knife forged by fairies will be ignited by fire again, and then burn towards the stabbed enemy. However, before that happens, it will first burn the owner holding the handle.
"You can only recite this to the necessary people when necessary," she warned.
Luo Binhan grabbed the knife in his hand, still feeling extremely confused and a little flustered. Fighting his way out of a city full of monsters seemed like something he was watching others do.
"Who are we going to kill next?" he asked as jokingly as possible.
Yaleriga shook her head and pointed to the fire in the distance: "Those people come from Kama, the tribe of clouds, and Gangfo, the tribe of the sun. They come here to participate in the Summer Festival and the day of darkness that has been waiting for a thousand years. "
"You don't want me to kill them all, do you?"
"No," Yaleriga said, "I want you to see one of them. She is the prophet of the Gangfo tribe. She is sitting on the shelf with a cloth at the end of the line. You should go and talk to her tonight. "
"And the wildling prophets? But can I understand what they are saying?"
Yaleriga didn't seem to think this was a problem. She sat on the rock and breathed the fresh night air, ignoring Luo Binhan like a noble NC who had just finished assigning tasks to novice players.
Luo Binhan had no choice but to return to the aircraft and catch up with the marching savages. Sure enough, he saw a few canopies made of dyed burlap at the end of the line.
He parked the craft nearby and ran straight into the group. It wasn't until he clearly showed his intention to approach the prophets in the tent that several young savages standing by stretched out their arms to stop him. At this time, Luo Binhan had walked under the tent frame and could clearly see several people sitting on it.
Most of them are very old, and their skin is so flabby that it is even doubtful whether they are still sane. If there were no difference in dress, it would be difficult for Luo Binhan to tell their gender.
But he already knew who the person Yaleriga asked him to find.
Although time and aging have almost destroyed the details of facial features and smoothed out most of the differences, there is still one person who stands out among this group of so-called prophets. Her skin color is slightly white, her hair is light brown, and she is shorter than the old people around her. When Luo Binhan looked at her, the corners of the other person's slack mouth slightly lifted, revealing a smile.
"Good evening." She said in a very dry and vague voice. Her pronunciation was severely distorted, but Luo Binhan still recognized that it was the language of the other world. His hand holding the knife shook, and then he replied in the same language: "Good evening."
The old woman's flabby smile gradually widened. She asked the young savage guarding her to lead Luo Binhan to her. Only then did Luo Binhan realize that she had no legs, and the linen sheet covering her lower body was deeply sunken and was just a pure decoration.
"What answers do you want from me?" the old woman asked him. "The future? The past? Or just who we are?"
These are not what Luo Binhan wants to know. When the old woman's eyes met his, a sense of familiarity made him breathless. He told himself in his mind that this was impossible. Impossible from any angle. Time, age, personality...nothing matches.
"Do you have a daughter?" he asked in a trembling voice.
The old woman seemed to think about it for a while, then shook her head slightly, her eyes showing sadness.
"Yes, I did," she said softly. "She died a hundred years ago."
