The piece of bright, transparent amber lay there quietly, motionless.
Xiao Yuchen's voice gradually disappeared.
Wen Jin stepped out of the space and saw the afterimages of two dragons amidst the thunder and lightning.
One is black, the other is gold, only the afterimage remains. When the wind blows, even the afterimage will be dispersed.
"Wen Jin... No matter you are Huang Nu or Wen Jin, I only know that you are you, the woman I love!"
"For you, I can do anything! I know you can't let go of Xiao Yuchen! To save him, I can sacrifice myself!"
"I don't ask you to stay together forever, I just ask you to have a place for me in your heart."
Zhuan Xu's voice came to Wen Jin's ears.
She felt numb all over and rushed toward the afterimage in shock.
But a gust of wind passed by, and the afterimages of the two dragons were blown away into the night.
Wen Jin's body felt like an electric current was passing through him, and he felt numb in waves.
She held her breath and looked around.
"Zhuan Xu?"
"Xiao Yuchen?"
The only thing that responded to her was the whistling night wind.
Gone……
The sound is gone, the afterimage is gone, and the person...is gone.
The empty hall seemed even more empty at this time.
But... didn't Zhuan Xu just say that he sacrificed himself to save Xiao Yuchen? Where was Xiao Yuchen that he saved? Saved someone from loneliness?
"Xiao Yuchen? Xiao Yuchen?!"
Wen Jin searched every corner of the hall. If there was a mouse hole in the hall, she would not even let it go.
However, she only found a piece of amber the size of a basketball.
A miniature ancient tree is sealed in amber.
One look at this amber, and you know it is Zhuan Xu's masterpiece.
Wen Jin knocked on the amber, "When I was in East Lake, I felt the Qing Emperor's aura... Maybe he hadn't sealed the Qing Emperor into amber at that time."
"Later, when I touched his head, I couldn't feel Qingdi's breath anymore... Maybe it's because the amber blocked all the breath, right?"
"Qing Emperor! Qing Emperor! Wake up!"
Wen Jin shouted while knocking on the amber.
But the ancient tree in the amber was sealed tightly and motionless.
Wen Jin sighed and looked back at the place where Xiao Yuchen disappeared.
"It would be great if you were here...you could tell me what I should do?" Wen Jin smiled with a smile on his lips, "Or you can solve everything directly without me having to do anything."
"Xiao Yuchen, it would be nice if you were still here..."
Wen Jin's nose was very sore. Even though he had been prepared for it, when this moment came, it was still so painful and unbearable.
However, at this moment, where Xiao Yuchen and Zhuan Xu disappeared, a little light suddenly appeared.
Wen Jin couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"Xiao Yuchen? Is that you?"
The little golden light is like a group of flying fireflies, light, weak, but very agile.
"What is this?" Wen Jin looked at those golden lights with surprise, joy and confusion, "What should I do?"
"Apocalypse! Qing Emperor! Xiao Yuchen... tell me, what should I do?"
Many thoughts flashed through Wen Jin's mind.
The mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, anatomy, pharmacology... I learned in school were all reviewed in my mind.
But since no subject has been taught, what can be done at this time?
Wen Jin relied on instinct and intuition to take out a large glass jar from the space.
Translucent glass with wooden stopper.
She pulled out the wooden stopper and said to the dots of stars, "If you are Xiao Yuchen... can you come in by yourself? I don't know what to do..."
Before she could finish her words, the starlight went into the bottle obediently.
In the translucent glass bottle, it’s so beautiful!
Little stars gather in the bottle, emitting a soft and beautiful light.
Wen Jin's heart was beating very fast. She was both happy and worried.
Is this the result of Zhuanxu's sacrifice?
Is this the... soul left by Xiao Yuchen?
Then what? What should she do next?
Wen Jin had no clue, so she turned her gaze to the big amber beside her.
"Cheer up and find a way to get the Qing Emperor out first!" Wen Jin knocked on the hard amber.
She put her hand on the amber, "By the way, this was left by Zhuanxu. When Zhuanxu was still there, he was my beast master. Can't I use the power of beast master..."
Thinking of this, Wen Jin fused his own breath with the amber left by the beast just like he had read the information stored in amber last time.
Picture after picture suddenly appeared in her mind.
It's like editing all the beautiful scenes in Baishi... These frames are all about her and Zhuan Xu meeting, getting to know each other, and accompanying each other...
This is the memory he left behind.
"Do you want me to remember you in this way?" Wen Jin murmured to himself.
"Stop, I don't want to see anymore..."
Wen Jin muttered.
But the picture in her mind did not stop. Frame after frame of paintings still passed through her mind at an neither fast nor slow pace.
It's like there is a highly skilled photographer who wholeheartedly records every scene of laughter, anger, joy, or parting.
Wen Jin was gradually substituted into that beautiful and beautiful picture.
When the scene stopped, she opened her eyes suddenly and felt the palms of her hands were warm.
I don’t know if it’s the heat in her palms or the heat of the amber...
She felt itchy on her face, her eyes were sore and swollen, and her chest was tight...
She raised her hand to wipe it, and her face was actually wet. Was she crying? For whom?
Wen Jin didn't want to think deeply, and he didn't have time to think deeply.
Because the amber she touched in her palm made a cracking sound.
She looked at the transparent amber in astonishment.
With a "click" sound, the amber completely shattered.
Like a large ice cube that had been chipped, it broke into pieces of transparent ice crystals.
"Ouch...I'm trapped to death!" The ancient tree wailed, stretched and made a creaking sound.
In an instant, the ancient tree returned to the appearance of the Qing Emperor.
"Where are the people? Where are Zhuan Xu and Xiao Yuchen?" Qingdi looked at Wen Jin, whose face was full of tears, and looked at the empty hall.
"Heavenly tribulation is coming? Are they... gone?"
Seeing that Wen Jin didn't speak, Emperor Qing asked again.
Wen Jin nodded, "You already knew?"
"What do you know?" Qingdi may have been sealed for too long, so his reaction was a little slow.
Wen Jin looked at him, "Zuan Xu wants to sacrifice?"
Qingdi slapped his thigh and said, "Ah! That's right! I will tell you when I learn about this! In order to hide this, this kid attacked me secretly!"
"Oh, he still succeeded! This kid is crazy! He is paranoid! He is crazy!"
Wen Jin looked at Qingdi, waiting for his explanation.
Qing Emperor focused on the glass bottle.
"This is..." Emperor Qing's eyes widened, and he picked up the glass bottle on the ground. His eyes widened even more, and he exclaimed in amazement, "Zhuan Xu actually did it! He actually saved it under the catastrophe. A trace of Xiao Yuchen’s remnant soul!”
"As one of the Three Emperors, as long as Xiao Yuchen still has a trace of his soul left in this world, he will have a chance to be reborn! Crazy... Zhuan Xu is really crazy!"
There was a thumping sound in Wen Jin's chest like a drum. The drum beat very fast and she was breathing rapidly.
"Qingdi, what do you mean?"
