"I never expected that the copy, which had been burned so thoroughly by the human-faced spider, could be reopened." Song Yu couldn't help but be speechless.
Xie Nanshi looked at the night outside the window through the window screen. It was as peaceful and peaceful as ever. He could not tell that just a few hours ago, this ancient border city was almost destroyed. "What does the ruined temple where he is hiding have to do with it?"
"It's possible, or maybe it's just the reuse of scenes." Song Yu handed a bottle of warm peach blossom wine to Xie Nanshi: "Why don't we talk to you first? What does it have to do with the White Walker?"
Xie Nanshi didn't answer immediately, but just returned his gaze that had been outside the window back to the house. His eyes still seemed calm, but for someone as familiar with him as Song Yu, he could see a flash of confusion in his eyes.
It was like a question had puzzled him for a long time, and he couldn't find a way out or a way back.
He shouldn't have told anyone, not to mention that Song Yu was not from this world after all, so he should have reservations even if he trusted the other party. However, when Jie Nanshi looked directly into Song Yu's eyes, his tense heartstrings relaxed unconsciously.
It turned out that he had completely recognized this person before he knew it. He is the same existence as Jiange, his senior fellow apprentice, and his father. "I should have a relationship with him, but it's just a vague feeling."
Song Yu's heart skipped a beat and he asked tentatively: "Have any of your relatives died at the hands of the White Walkers?"
"There are many. But they were all buried properly." This properness not only refers to the integrity of their funerals, but also means that their bodies will never be swallowed up by strange beasts or occupied by strange ghosts.
Song Yu couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only comfort Xie Nanshi: "Rest first. When we see the strange ghost again tomorrow, we may be able to unlock your plot... and explain your feeling."
Song Yu coughed. During this period, his mind had been used to think about the motives of the White Walkers, and he became less and less attentive when speaking in front of Jie Nanshi, an insider. It's just that the current atmosphere is obviously not right, and he should think more carefully.
Fortunately, Xie Nanshi was not listening as attentively as usual, so naturally he would not catch or even care about this small word. He just muttered "Hmm".
Then he looked out the window, the night was deep but extremely long.
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"My dear nephew, do you want to think about it again?" Zhou Qinian held on to the situation of life and death and refused to let go.
At this time, the sun has not yet risen, the sky and the earth are dark under the new moon, and the White Walkers are still trying to break through the formation at night. Amidst the "bang bang" sounds, the lights in the city were already lit up. By candlelight, everyone signed their names on the certificate of life and death, and left a letter for their family to explain their funeral arrangements.
Song Yu got stuck while signing the life and death certificate. He tried to grab it twice but failed to grab it. He looked at Zhou Qinian helplessly: "Old Zhou, I thought that by this time, you should no longer worry about promotion."
Zhou Qinian's eyelids twitched: "Nonsense, is this a matter of promotion? You are still young, and you don't have any cultivation skills. What's the difference between running out of the formation and seeking death?"
Zhou Qinian coaxed Song Yu at first because of his background, but after getting along with him for so long, he had already regarded him as his nephew. What's more, the ability Song Yu showed this time has proved that he is not a playboy. , but there is a gully in the chest. Naturally, he doesn't want him to run out and die.
"I won't die that easily." Song Yu couldn't grab the person, so he simply tore off the signature corner and quickly signed: "I won't even die if you die."
Zhou Qinian couldn't stop it and let out a long sigh. He stared at the signature on his hand closely, and he seemed to want to snatch it back: "Why are you doing this? Why do you have to leave the city?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, I will protect him." Xie Nanshi handed Zhou Qinian the life and death certificate he signed, and at the same time, he may have made a promise.
"You..." Zhou Qinian was speechless for a moment: "Forget it, forget it, I can't control you young people."
He sighed as he spoke, put down the other half of Song Yu's life-and-death form, and walked aside with his hands behind his back. Judging from the background, his back is obviously bent a bit, and white hair can be seen on the top of his head.
On the surface, Yong Xi did not seem to have suffered much loss during this alien ghost attack, but only Zhou Qinian, who was the head of the Security Department, knew how many lives had been lost during this period.
Most of those were his former comrades-in-arms, people who would greet him every day. If possible, he didn't want anyone around him to disappear.
Song Yu retracted his gaze from Zhou Qinian's back and put together his life and death status, but did not prepare any family letter. After all, he is just a player. He has not even figured out who this character's family is. Even if he wanted to write about it, he would not know where to start.
However, Xie Nanshi actually took out the letter from his arms, used magic to seal the letter completely tightly, and handed the letter to Qi Rong: "If I can't come back, you can open it The first part of this letter is to send it to the location above together with the body of Taoist Priest Random."
Qi Rong's eyes were red and he nodded heavily. He wanted to say something, but he let out an embarrassing cry first. So he pursed his lips tightly. If possible, he would also like to walk outside the city with a knife and become the first line of attack in front of the city. But he can't. He is the young governor of Yongxi Prefecture, and he has the responsibility to sit in the rear.
Xie Nanshi didn't say anything, reached out and touched his head, then walked aside and looked in the direction of the city wall, quietly waiting for others to say goodbye to their families.
Qi Rong closed his eyes and suddenly ran to Song Yu, took off the jade pendant he had been wearing around his neck and stuffed it into Song Yu's hands: "Come back alive."
He said this with gritted teeth, and at first glance it was not even clear whether he was expecting the person to come back or not.
Song Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hung up the jade pendant and pinched Qi Rong's baby-fat cheeks: "I'll try my best."
Qi Rong knocked his hand off, turned around and ran away. When this kid grows up, he also knows how to be shy. Even if he cries, he doesn’t want others to hear him.
Song Yu looked at the people around him who were immersed in farewell, and for some reason suddenly felt a little lonely. He is just a person outside the game. He has never had many friends, and he seems to have nothing to leave to others in the game.
Finally, after thinking about it, he picked up the pen again and left a message for Qiaoyi: "If you wake up and the young master is gone, you can go home."
By the time everyone is done, the sunrise is not far away.
The sound of opening the city gate in the quiet night could be said to be loud. Only then did Song Yu discover that the roots of the city wall were also brightly lit.
The formation only protects against alien ghosts, not alien beasts. If there are no practitioners stationed during the day, and the alien beasts cannot attack the city gate, they will attack the city wall. But fortunately, at night, the strange beasts often recede, leaving only strange ghosts of various shapes flying around Yongxi Prefecture.
Craftsmen must take advantage of this extremely limited time to repair the city wall and build fortifications overnight in the narrow gap between the formation range (often the position of the moat) and the city wall, enduring the indescribable terror behind them. .
At this time, these craftsmen were attracted by the sound of the city gate opening. Young and old, most of their faces were stained with sand and mud, and their expressions were a little numb, but their eyes when looking at Jie Nanshi and others were full of reverence and expectation.
Song Yu knew that those glances were for Jie Nanshi and the elite soldiers of the City Guards of the Department of Peace, so he did not receive the glances.
I don't know who among the craftsmen took the lead and sang "Distant Song". However, the pronunciation of the ancient music is obviously not standard, and the tune is also out of tune. But no one thought it was funny. What everyone felt was another kind of tragedy.
In the dark of night, drums suddenly sounded from the tower. That's the signal to go out.
In an instant, the Security Department and the city guards had rushed out of the formation range. Different from the Jianghu people, they were already well-trained, and they had obtained the monster-fighting strategies previously provided by Song Dynasty, which made them even more invincible. Not long after, they had already cleared Nanshi and found a clear path to Yuanao Mountain.
In order to keep up with Jie Nanshi, Song Yu put on the light body charm of his old friend. But this time, Xie Nanshi no longer held back, trying to reach the temple before dawn. No one knows when the White Walker will open another sky leak. They don't have much time, and there are few opportunities for trial and error. There is no time to waste.
So this time, Song Yu was not so much as light as a swallow, but rather like a kite, being pulled by Jie Nanshi and floating behind him. Song Yu felt the pain of his body being torn apart. He was scared to death of the pain, but now he remained silent, and even his expression remained unchanged.
For some reason, in this battle situation, Song Yu's self-confidence based on his identity as a "player" seems to be declining.
He only felt that something called "destiny" was cruelly pushing him, pushing him tightly into "Meeting the Gods".
Make him want to do something for the "people" in this world. Players are already called the fourth natural disaster, so fear of death is abnormal, right?
After building it up in his mind, Song Yu gradually began to have some intention of breaking through the limits, and had enough energy to observe his surroundings. It was late at night, and Song Yu's eyesight was not that good, but the map clearly and faithfully marked Song Yu's strange beasts and ghosts within his field of vision.
"How?" Jie Nanshi's voice penetrated Song Yu's cochlea from the sound transmission.
"The direction is right." Song Yu took a breath of wind when he spoke, but even so, he still did not forget the ridicule in his words: "But this matrix is more fertile than we thought. It is densely packed here."
On the map, the dilapidated temple was still the same dilapidated temple, but the surrounding area was much busier than the last time the two of them came. Countless strange ghosts and beasts surrounded the temple in circles.
Song Yu's eyesight was not good, but Xie Nanshi could see clearly. These strange ghosts and beasts are mixed and entangled regardless of race, and most of them don't look very complete. The White Walkers have mutilated human skin, or have no human skin, and their souls are mutilated. There are more things that can be missing from the alien beasts, tails, claws, fangs... Their wounds are even bleeding.
