Chapter 74: I want to enter the torch

When the entire seamountain was slowly surrounded by vines that were hard as stone, the sky was all dimmed, and no light could penetrate. Even the shadows that had been fiercely chasing and melting were melted into the thick darkness, like It is back to a dark chaos.
There is only wind here.
Even the seawater has stopped flowing, and in this place enough to trigger anyone's intensive phobia, there is only wind.
Strictly speaking, it was a blast of air, extremely weak and extremely tough, and squeezed out the irresistible vines into a narrow gap, and then accompanied slowly, making people feel as if someone was always with them. .
The fact is, in this world, Chu Huan is finally left alone, and the space where he can move is finally left with such a claustrophobic gap, leading to the unknown.
Are those so-called vitality and hopes that make people feel chesty and chase endlessly, is it really like this, there will always be only a first line?
Since the birth of the poisonous snake Xiaolu, he has been taking idle travels in the mountains and mountains as his main business. This is the first time he has been given such a heavy responsibility by the chief of the Shoushan people. It didn't swim fast, and seemed to want to go back a little, but he didn't dare. The green figure shone with jadeite-like translucent light under the glory of the patriarch's scepter.
Suddenly, a hand reached out and took the scepter in its mouth.
The so-called "scepter", at this time, actually only has long fingers, like the weak folds of ancient TV dramas.
Little Green shrank the snake's tail, wrapped it intimately around Chu Huan, and rubbed against him hesitantly.
It is already a big snake, even though it can still be regarded as a beautiful figure compared to other snakes of the same body type, but it is always a greasy cold-blooded animal, and it is quite contrary to being spoiled.
Nanshan didn't start very hard, Chu Huan woke up just a moment.
But ... probably there are so few moments in a person's life.
Chu Huan said in a silent voice, "Have he left you and me here?"
Xiao Green made a "hiss" cry, and the snake letter swept across his cheek, perhaps because he had drunk the holy spring water. It didn't have the peculiar smell of beasts, but it made people feel a little itchy.
"Hush," Chu Huan caught it from his face and glanced at his hand, which was almost turned into a real wooden scepter, and then seemed to be a narrow gap that propped him up along the airflow, Continue to swim to the top of the mountain.
He said to Xiao Green, "Be quiet, we are going to the top of the mountain to find the big white stone that recorded all the secrets."
He said this clearly and clearly. There was no mention of Nanshan or Yuan Ping in half a sentence. Step by step, it seemed to be a piecemeal analysis, as if everything was in control, only his eyes were very blank.
To go to the top of the mountain, you need to find the life-saving big white stone before the scepter burns, and then?
Among other things, Chu Huan seems to be reluctant to think. For a time, he instinctively shielded all what he wanted and what he should n’t. His mind was clear, and only the barren "mountain" and "boulder" were left. Key words.
At this moment, the end of the tunnel descended from the top of the mountain, and suddenly there was a gust of wind. The flames on the scepter jumped up. Chu Huan stretched out his hand to block the wind, sticking the fragile and golden flame to his chest.
The beating flame was slightly absorbed by the little walnut he hung there.
The fire was covered with Chu Huan's skin and flesh, and the burnt smell came alive. The living flesh and blood seemed to inject some kind of strange vitality into the dying flame. Chu Huan didn't feel pain at all, he didn't hum. It seems that it was not his skin or his flesh that burned.
He just greeted the wind and continued on in a decisive manner.
"Maybe I will be burned to death before I reach the top of the mountain?"
This thought flashed through Chu Huan's heart, but he didn't touch it. He didn't feel how serious or terrible, and he didn't even think about how to deal with it.
Fortunately, when it was dark under this light, "it" seemed to be already poor, and as Chu Huan approached the top of the mountain, the gust of wind soon passed.
Only the lighter captain remained in the scepter.
Chu Huan's chest was scalded with flesh and blood from time to time, which was equivalent to sprinkling salt on the wound. It was a torture, and he seemed to burn out the nerve endings without touching.
Suddenly hanging quietly on the small walnut on his chest, a sudden warm red light flashed by, and Chu Huan didn't see it, but Xiao Green noticed it, and put his head on Chu Huan's shoulder, just like waiting for prey Focus on the little walnut that fluctuates with Chu Huan's breath.
By this time, they could already see the top of this seawater mountain.
The top of Chu Huan's head was stretched out by Nanshan, a hard and dark gray vine, and below it was endless, like solidified seawater. At the end of the seamountain was a white, egg-like boulder. The swearing big white stone is exactly the same ... No, it's bigger.
The big white stone was at least four or five meters high, and it hung over the whole seamountain in a strange way, like a wedge that sucked up the whole seamountain, and the stars stood there like a moon.
As Chu Huan approached the top of the mountain, he found that his feet gradually stepped on the ground. Near Baishi was a small piece of lonely ground without a drop of sea water.
The sea condensed by the sea does not seem to be composed of water invariably, with the big white stone as the center, it seems that there is a solid central axis.
If it is normal, Chu Huan will carefully study the material of the ground under his feet before approaching, but at this time his brain is blank, and only a giant mysterious stone is left in his eyes.
This is the holy book.
Chu Huan's footsteps immediately followed him, but he might be nervous, perhaps soaking in the water for too long, his knees softened, and he kneeled directly on the ground staggeringly.
Pressing the life and death of a whole world on a stone, if Chu Huan heard it more than a year ago, he would laugh at his teeth, but at this moment, he seems to be impaired. , And even regarded this as a life-saving straw.
Before the scepter fell to the ground, Xiaolu leaned his neck accurately, holding the scepter's short handle, Chu Huan smiled bitterly, recovered, and took the small torch over again. The scepter was no longer possible for him Hold it, the length of the little stick was barely enough for him to pinch with his fingers.
"It's either an escape or a fight for such a long time, I hope I didn't forget what the old goat taught." Chu Huan didn't know whether he was talking to the snake, or talking to himself, under the fire, the back of the white stone was as clean Jade, really like the engagement stone, Chu Huan said, turning to the front of the stone, "I see what it wrote ..."
His words came to an abrupt end.
Stone front-still nothing.
No, it has no pros and cons. What are the pros and cons of a common rock?
It's just a stone that was born with water milled, even if it's like sheep fat-it may just look better than other stones, and there is nothing special about it.
This is impossible!
Why is there no word in the holy book?
Chu Huan was almost on the verge of some kind of collapse. He rushed through the cold stone surface of the boulder like anxiety, trying to find out the "mystery" of this thing.
But the stone was so perfect that it didn't even have a pit.
Chu Huan's pupils expanded violently and his mouth murmured, "The end of the mountain, the top of the water, the heart of stone ... Yes, the heart of stone ..."
He seemed to have found the key point, with a short knife drawn out of his trouser legs, nearly hysterically chopping on the big white stone.
"Choke", the silence on the seawater mountain was destroyed by him with a knife, the sparks splashed between the stone and the cold iron, Chu Huan's wrist was almost shocked by himself, and the mouth of the tiger tore a blood gap on the spot, but that white I don't know what material the stone is. The legendary short knife that can split the wind actually just left a pale mark on it.
The short knife Nanshan sent him was curled up.
Chu Huan stared at it staring uncontrollably, and his fingers shook uncontrollably. At that moment, the moment when he was numb and blank, his brain suddenly emerged when Nanshan passed the short knife-in the county town of Bian, In the guest house, the man has a long hair and a handsome face, and he said "Take care, friends" in half-familiar Chinese.
His memory and logic finally broke through the huge blow under the self-protection of self-deception.
They walked countless ways. Nine lives, all people took him to the end with their lives. All they found was a blank stone ... This cruel fact was finally uncovered, and it was so naked / naked / naked In front of him.
Shenshan, Shengquan, his friends who do n’t speak English, nasty children, unfriendly gatekeepers, small enemies, and Nanshan ... his Nanshan.
They left him one by one, forcing him to be the last person in the world, forcing him to face the most vicious joke at the end of the world.
Chu Huan grabbed the white stone with his hand, and his fingers quickly rubbed blood on the boulder, and the blood traces left behind the pure white stone, leaving a trace of traces, which looked terrible.
Chu Huan knelt slowly on the ground.
He felt out of breath first, and then he laughed lowly as he fell into flames.
Yes, after knowing that this island is the "it" ontology, what is going on? Could it be expected that "it" would put the holy book on its own head?
Birth and death are meaningless. In the end, all the miracles in this world are just a temporary fluke.
Where is there a ray of life ... that was conceived by his unfamiliar patriarch himself.
Once again, they gave him all the hopes, and he failed to complete the mission, but this time there was no three years of squandering him, and no chance of wiping himself after three years.
The scepter finally burned to the head, and the flame fell on Chu Huan's finger. He let go of his hand, half conditioned and half contemptuous, and let Ren Nao fall on the cold ground under Bai Shi's feet.
The shadow hidden in the dark is like a demon waiting for the opportunity, when the flame is getting weaker and weaker, it is shrouded to Chu Huan.
It feels very mysterious and indescribable. It seems that some kind of external force passed its emotions. The shadow conveyed not pain or anger, but unspeakable joy and joy.
Accelerating heartbeat, comfortable sight, like a drizzle in the sunshine like drizzle ... They came in abundance, softly and irresistibly enveloped Chu Huan in it.
Nanshan said that when a person knows where he is and what he is devoured, he should be conscious, and consciousness can resist such sinking.
At this moment, Chu Huan was as clear as the mirror, but he just willingly did not resist, letting that strange joy penetrate into his limbs and corpses, he was like a junkie in it, borrowing this illusory emotion, One by one evokes all the memories of his life that can make him smile willingly--
That day, he woke up from the humble little guest house and saw Xiaofang glared at him for some reason, saw Nanshan turned his back on him, and played a happy little song.
Chu Huan immediately understood what he was thinking. He slowly showed a smile, knowing that he would be trapped in this illusory memory until he died.
But he was so sweet.
Chu Huan also saw that Nanshan came over with that tasteful suit vest and came with a little shy and lovely smile, stretched out those cocoon-covered hands, held up his chin, and bent down over Chu Huan's forehead A kiss was gently printed on it, and he said to him, "I'll be ready soon, don't be afraid."
When Nanshan said this, his eyes were closed, as if holding the most precious baby in his life, his thick eyelashes were still trembling slightly, so that others' hearts were swept by feathers, and they didn't want to move.
Chu Huan just wanted to nod and say "OK", and suddenly a circle of flames rolled up in his sight, and the shadows and hallucinations of his whole body dispersed cleanly.
Chu Huan opened his eyes suddenly and found himself still under the ridiculous white stones on the strange seawater mountain.
But the scepter was burnt out, where did the firelight come from?
Chu Huan lowered his head slowly, and saw that the green giant python held the last firelight on the scepter with his mouth-I do n’t know what magical power it was.
Xiaolu formed a circle in place, encircling Chu Huan in it, holding the flame, and igniting the fire bit by bit from end to end, probably too painful, every time it clicked, the snake body Shake violently.
In a blink of an eye, it had become a fire dragon, with smoke and burnt smell coming out of it. Only the snake's head didn't know what the reason was, and it didn't catch fire.
After finishing all this, he spit out snake letter impatiently, lowered his head, rubbed Chu Huan's knees on the ground.
Chu Huan could feel the fire burning at a distance.
It was burned alive ... Does it hurt? Is it painful?
It must have been extremely painful, but its face was covered with hard scales. Except for spitting out its tongue, all its emotions, sorrows, and sorrows, were not exposed. Because it is a beast that is naturally ignorant, it doesn't need to have any emotions.
So why go to drink the Holy Spring?
Chu Huan stretched out his almost stiff palm and covered it on the snake head that had been lying on the ground. Suddenly wanted to ask him, why drink the water of the Holy Spring? Wouldn't it be good to make a snake that only steals bird eggs? Life doesn't know life, death doesn't know death, it's one day to eat and drink.
Also, why should you use yourself as a flame?
Even a snake is buying time for him, but why no one came to tell him, what should he do now?
Xiaolu shook her head slightly, it seemed that she was still coquettish until she was dead, but she had no energy.
It violated its own nature and maintained such a stiff posture, gradually, motionless.
And the fire was still burning on its remnant drive.
Chu Huan knelt on the ground and kept a hand on the snake's head. The burning snake seemed to inject him with the last dose of stimulant. He began to cheer up and desperately recalled what he got about "it". All conjectures and information.
The existence form of Shen Xingdao verified Chu Huan's initial guess. "It" is indeed endlessly similar to the small white flower. Therefore, Chu Huan doubts that the essence of "It" is also a special vine plant.
How did they deal with the little white flowers?
Chu Huan frowned and thought for a long time-yes, it was a fire, but now it seems that ordinary fire ... even the fire on the scepter seems to be unable to treat "it", and the shadows are just Escape briefly within the range of firelight and cannot be eliminated.
So what kind of fire should this fire be?
The wizard who met on the way once called them fire, but some words were unknown. Chu Huan thought he was talking about the burning patriarch's scepter. But at the same time, he remembered that the elder of the mountain-keeper's goat face never called Nanshan's scepter as fire. The holy fire in his mouth was ...
Chu Huan bowed his head, the walnut on his chest!
The walnut emits a slight amount of heat, and Chu Huan suddenly flashes with light.
Even a living creature, from birth to burning a pile of ash, is only a moment's time. Except for the blackened head, the small green has almost turned into charcoal ash everywhere, and the fire on it cannot be suppressed again. The ground went cold.
At the end of the firelight was the shadow from where he was born, the diffuse shade surrounded Chu Huan again, and he felt the joy and joy that did not belong to him again.
This time, Chu Huan did not follow "it".
He pressed his mind, stared at his fingertips, and for a time left all his joys and sorrows behind his head. He was waiting for the critical moment when he was completely swallowed by the shadow.
At that moment he will be included in the rules, but he may not have been completely swallowed by the shadows. He wants to seize the moment and gamble.
When the last Mars on the snake disappeared, the shadow overflowed Chu Huan's fingertips, and Chu Huan suddenly had a strange feeling-the barrier between him and the rules of the sinking ground broke through.
Chu Huan's energy has long been highly concentrated, everything is ready, but he owes the east wind. At the moment of reaching the critical point, Chu Huan mobilized his consciousness: "I want to enter the flame."
A flash of consciousness flashed in front of him, and the ubiquitous shadow seemed to disappear suddenly. After a while, Chu Huan found himself in a strange space.
There are mountains and water here, as if it were the God Mountain where the guardians live, but there are no stone houses in those cottages.
A man is facing away from him, sitting by the river, as if rubbing something