no one knows better than me

This is a tomb, a barren tomb buried in the deep sea.

Zhuang Huang sank it to the bottom of the sea back then, and then supported a new wave of old dreams with his own strength.

Zhuang Qingliu stared at the spot for a while, then turned behind him, beyond a barrier like a water curtain, a golden-footed green-backed turtle was swimming past the water ripples, colorful corals bloomed quietly, and eels with long, winding bodies were covered in water. There were sizzling electric patterns, and these faint lights and shadows illuminated the deep sea that should have been dark.

Mei Hualan spread out her palms, glanced at the two flames of the magic lamp dancing together, and said, "Ji Wuduan and Pei Yi are fine."

"That's good." Zhuang Qingliu turned his eyes back, stood at the edge of the island, and looked around everything in front of him again.

No living beings, no undead, absolutely silent and quiet.

Because it is completely closed, there is no wind to make waves, and there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain, snow, wind and frost, so everything remains intact as it was 600 years ago, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of burning ash that seems to have not been extinguished. , very fluffy.

Zhuang Qingliu's flower essence avoids the cold and is not afraid of heat, and Meihualan is even more afraid of cold and heat, so the hot fire waves feel nothing, but it is a little difficult to breathe inside.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his eyes and looked around, but there was no place to set foot in the surroundings for a while, and every step he took seemed to be stepping on the corpse of his ancestor.

At this moment, Mei Hualan raised her hand to wipe away a ray of spiritual light, and after leading her to move, it was as if she was walking in mid-air a palm above the ground. Every time she stepped on a step, a lotus flower shining with spiritual light would emerge from the sole of the suspended foot, emerging from the bud-shaped water waves like The petals of the petals opened, and finally formed a series of lively and changing colors behind him.

This sullen boss used her skills.

Strangely enough, Zhuang Qingliu looked at Mei Hualan's side face for a while, and then said to her, "The fire here burned for more than four months."

Mei Hualan suddenly turned to look at her: "How do you know?"

Zhuang Qingliu pursed her lips, kept looking down at the collapsed and broken tree around her, and said softly, "That is to say, how would I know."

Mei Hualan looked at her for a moment, as if sensing something, the look in her eyes slowly narrowed.

"Okay, we're here to save the undead, so let's get down to business first." After walking for a while, Zhuang Qingliu looked away from a tree bud that had been scorched to shriveled.

Meihualan didn't open her mouth, but with a cluster of spiritual light on her fingertips, she first drew a meticulous and subtle talisman in mid-air.

The moment the magic talisman took shape and overflowed with the spell, the entire dead island really began to rustle, and suddenly became restless.

There were obviously no visible changes in the desolate four fields, but there seemed to be shapeless phantoms that condensed and flew up from the ground one after another, and then suddenly appeared on the enchantment barrier with sea blue ripples flowing above their heads. Thousands of faces were screaming.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly discovered that those round shadows that looked like faces were eyes, and the big eyes were open, some were panicked, some looked frightened, and some were full of tears.

At this moment, the sound of beeping, beeping, and popping suddenly sounded in her ears. It seemed that when the fire was burning, the flames were flying and licking along the bark of the tree, and then the sound of cracking became louder and louder, like sea waves. A tidal wave of noise poured over the sky and covered the sky, converging into one sentence - "Help!"

In an instant, Zhuang Qingliu leaned down supporting Mei Hualan's shoulders, his ears were crowded: "Help me! Young Master, help me!!"

Mei Hualan, who was staring at the barrier above his head, realized instantly that these undead could actually speak, just like he used to listen to the corners of a few trees in Gumengchao, Zhuang Qingliu could hear their whispers!

"Why do you call me young master... Who are you calling...?"

Mei Hualan's eyes sank, her hands formed two glowing films, she quickly pressed Zhuang Qingliu's ears, and then pressed her head into her arms.

Zhuang Qingliu, who was pressed by her mouth, couldn't help but "tsk", raised her head and said, "what are you doing? I just got a headache from being quarreled, and you still took the opportunity to let me kiss you, don't Face."

Mei Hualan lowered her head: "..."

At the same time, the pale golden Du'e suddenly flew out from Zhuang Qingliu's wrist, twisted and circled to rise into the air, and let out a vast and majestic dragon chant.

Countless small and noisy voices seemed to be drowned out by this voice, stopped abruptly, and gradually faded away like a tide.

Du'er swam back from a gigantic and majestic golden dragon that had been shrunk down again, and wriggled lively and happily in front of the two of them, as if to say whether it was awesome or not?

"The ones you bully are all unwitted souls, be good, don't be proud."

Zhuang Qingliu ruthlessly wrapped it back around her wrist, and led Mei Hualan to continue walking forward.

Mei Hualan estimated back and forth for a long time, but still said seriously: "It can't be done overnight."

She's talking about scaling.

Zhuang Qingliu replied in a steady voice: "Yes."

On such a large island, even for the undead who died after a large number of Mengchao clansmen moved away in time in Duhuagu, it took nearly 20 years for the plum blossoms to be completed, not to mention how many hundreds of years ago there are still repairs here. For the profound ancestors.

"Where are you going?" Mei Hualan was led away for a while, feeling that she didn't seem to be walking casually without purpose, so she turned her head and asked.

Zhuang Qingliu said: "The center of the island."

For some reason, as the screaming undead disappeared on the barrier just now, the light and shadow that came in from the sea water on the island seemed to be gradually extinguished, and the surroundings fell into an almost sticky darkness again.

Zhuang Qingliu hooked his hands and snapped his fingers, a brilliant spark floated up from mid-air, and flew out faintly to illuminate the road ahead.

However, this point of light did not know what angered them. After the two people who seemed to be secretly picking fire flew up and swept away for a while, a roar like a sea wave suddenly surged out, causing the earth to tremble endlessly.In the dim night, a dazzling light and shadow struck directly from above their heads.

The moment they felt the strong wind hit the top, Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan reached out and pushed each other away at the same time, and the strong wind fell neatly from between the two of them, blowing up a cloud of flying ash.

However, this thick vine whip-like shadow was relentless, after a blow, it made a detour, and came back with the momentum of thunder.

This time there was no way to avoid it, Zhuang Qingliu put his hands together quickly, and lightly pushed aside the plum blossom fence that was approaching him, and put his arms in front of his face, and took the hit.

The plum blossoms on Mei Hualan's clothes suddenly turned red as if they were alive, and she dodged to embrace her and fled ten feet behind.

Zhuang Qingliu looked down at the live plum blossom in novelty, and stopped Mei Panpan in advance without giving her a chance to speak: "The one who blocks in front of me all day, and gets hurt more, what should I do when I get older?"

Mei Hualan took out the medicine in a low voice: "What about you?"

Zhuang Qingliu directly lowered her head and wiped off the blood from the back of her hand to half her forearm indifferently, and gave her a meaningful look: "Anyway, I'm already very old."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

"Looking for someone so old like me, did you feel wronged?" Zhuang Qingliu turned the topic around in a few moments, and rolled his eyes, "Are you wronged?"

"..." Mei Panpan was probably really annoyed by her recklessness and carelessness, so she said like never before, "You don't want to have a good time, do you?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her unbelievably gentle movements and side face, her eyes suddenly crooked and smiled, and she lowered her head and said, "Why, I still want to spend many years with you."

Mei Hualan looked up at her.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly moved closer and kissed her on the lips like a dragonfly dipped in water.

"..." Mei Panpan probably didn't know how to react to this sudden "boo", so she moved her eyelashes slightly, then closed them quietly, and asked Zhuang Qingliu with a bandage on her arm, "Did you just irritate me?" What happened to them?"

"I didn't provoke anything." Zhuang Qingliu said, looking tens of feet away, "A ghost who died wronged will instinctively want to kill someone."

After she finished speaking, she rushed to the front and asked earnestly: "Senior, you still have a bit of spiritual wisdom, can you speak?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, the vine shadow dancing up and down in the distance stopped suddenly, and then made a movement similar to that of a person listening attentively. After a while, the vine shadow fell to the ground lightly, and was replaced by a vine that showed no aggressiveness. The tender green vines emerged from the soil, and then swam over in a meandering way, wrapping around the wrist of Mei Hualan who was a step ahead from bottom to top.

Mei Hualan had been paying attention to the movement of this soft rattan, and did not move for a long while.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly pulled a donkey's face, swung the green thing away with a flick of his hand, and said angrily: "What do you mean by talking when you talk, and pestering her with your hands and feet? Face reprimand for indecentness! "

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Rattan: "..." It was quickly retracted silently, and disappeared into the soil again.

This kind of rattan is not a living thing, but a phantom that the undead used to in life.In just a short moment, although Zhuang Qingliu didn't want to understand what it meant and what he was probing, he still felt that he had maintained the qualities that a junior should have, so he continued to speak in a polite and elegant tone: "I don't know which senior it is just now, Sorry, she is already married, what can you tell me?"

However, the "senior" didn't pay attention to her anymore, but he didn't attack her again, as if he sank back to the ground quietly for a moment.

"..."

Mei Hualan turned her head to look at the people around her for a while.

Zhuang Qingliu wiped his mouth tiredly, drew a lucky cross on his chest, and then asked with his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"What can I tell you? I'm married—" Mei Hualan turned her face subtly twice, and asked, "Aren't you married?"

"..." Zhuang Qingliu looked at her, and suddenly stretched out her hand to tug, "Okay! Don't laugh secretly, the dimples are all exposed... You don't want to have a good time!"

Mei Hualan probably felt better silently, so she didn't bother with her too much, but after being dragged away for a while, she asked, "Why are you here?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "Theoretically, this is where the altar was placed before."

There is one more thing she didn't say, that is, according to the custom, no matter how far away or why, the island and the head of the whole clan will be buried under the land in the center of the island after death, and will guard the place forever.

Mei Hualan heard the words, and lowered her eyes to look at the soles of her feet in a clear way—so there is a tomb under the ground here?

Zhuang Qingliu walked back and forth several times along the wide land, stopped on a very ordinary black ash, lowered his head to the ground and said softly: "I'm offended."

After saying that, she suddenly drew out the chasing spirit, swirled the long knife in a full circle, and soon she cut a round hole in the ground like tofu, revealing an ordinary tomb.

The tomb is also very simple and ordinary, not even an underground palace. Some rich people will symbolically build a house underground for themselves, which is used to put the coffin, so there are not even extra tomb passages. A burial chamber came into view directly, and it was not buried deep.

The only surprise was that the inside of the tomb seemed to have been burned, at least by the influx of smoke, and it was pitch black.

After Meihualan waited for a while, Lanzhuang Qingliu gave a slight leap and jumped off the edge.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't disturb the rest of the deceased, but turned his head to look at the almost cramped four walls of the tomb, and suddenly wiped away the scorched gray stains on the bluestone wall with his hands, some smooth lines that were not too dense Soon it gradually revealed itself.

It is not unexpected that there will be such things as murals in the tomb, so Mei Hualan did not say anything, but quickly tore off a piece of sleeve and wiped off the black ash on the four stone walls. soon.

Until all the walls were exposed, the two of them walked back and forth together—among the four walls, one wall was the whole picture of the whole island and its vitality, and the other wall was a very simple text epitaph, the epitaph The wall next to it is a relief of figures similar to a group photo with the altar as the background, and the last wall is painted with a very strange and unknown Daze.

I glanced at the first three plum blossoms slowly, and roughly knew what they meant, but my eyes fell on the last one for a while, and then turned to the side.

Whether it was the last picture of Daze or the special text used to record the epitaph in the previous picture, she had never understood it.

After thinking for a while, just as she turned her head, Zhuang Qingliu's fingertips had lightly touched the two words on the epitaph, but her eyes fell to the side, looking at the last picture of Daze.

Mei Hualan asked sharply, "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Qingliu turned his eyes back to the epitaph and remained silent for a while, then said two words: "Yunmeng."

Mei Hualan paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly asked, "Is Yunmeng Daze?"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes fell and turned up along the neat and square epitaph, and replied softly: "Yes."

In ancient times, there was Yunmeng Daze, which was bizarre, dreamy and unreal, with endless rivers, lakes and marshes, and it was the home of all creatures.

But on this epitaph, immediately after the word "Yunmeng" is "hometown".

Zhuang Qingliu read every word of the epitaph in a leisurely manner, and finally said in a low voice: "Yunmengze—this island is called Yunmengze."

The creatures on this island were not born naturally at first, but moved from Yunmeng Daze in Xianlu.The first group of people who moved here were forced to leave their hometown during the expansion of the human race, but they still used the name of this hometown.

"So it's not twice," Zhuang Qingliu pointed at the Daze mural next to him, and said to Mei Hualan, "Together, it's three times."

The author has something to say: Hahaha I’m sorry, although Gu Gu Gu Gu is indeed happy, but I will probably be like this at the end of every book I write. First, the ending is indeed a bit more difficult to write than the first, and second, the ending and even the extra episode are all in my heart I am already happy myself, and under the blessing of the hibernating quilt, the motivation really dissipates).