The mountain ghost blows out the lights

There is no distinction between day and night in the unclean sea, and there is no reference object. When several people are in it, their feelings about time and space are all chaotic. Although they can roughly know how far they have traveled, these things have now become meaningless.

Shen Lianxing sighed, and said pessimistically: "Maybe we came in the wrong place. At this speed, we may have to walk for ten days and a half months before we can find the tablet without words."

They don't know how big the unclean sea is. If that's the case, when they really get there, it may be too late.

"...No way." It's not like Yan Jinping didn't think about this problem, "This is just a secret realm, and the scale shouldn't be that big."

"Let's talk about it." He thought for a while, and then analyzed, "Eternal Lantern will only take the shortest and fastest route. The two times we have come to Unclean Sea, we have taken the same route, and the route will not change. Since It is the first time that the guardian of the spirit can detect our arrival so quickly, presumably this is also within his usual range of activities."

It's just that the spirit guards came so quickly the first time, but for some reason they didn't show up this time, maybe they already knew that they had brought Feng An and they didn't want to see him.

Yan Jinping himself said this, but in fact he was a little uncertain in his heart—the speed of the lantern is really not fast. What if the spirit guard really has a special way of moving forward, so that he can quickly reach every corner of the unclean sea?

When they really arrived at the wordless stele, what would they do if the guardian wasn't there?

He began to consider whether he should think of a way to speed up the speed of the lights.

Fortunately, these worries were superfluous. Not long after they chatted, a black shadow that was incompatible with the sea appeared on the sea ahead.

Shen Lianxing and Yan Jinping, who were discussing whether to install two self-rotating propellers at the back of the boat, breathed a sigh of relief, as did the ghost in the ever-burning lamp.

Only Feng An looked a bit regretful.

——He has only heard about the ability of the young master of the Shen family, but he has never really seen it with his own eyes.

The black shadow is not very big, but it is very obvious on the open sea, protruding out of the sea for no reason, motionless.

Even if it is far away, it can be seen that the east and west are square, the shape is very regular, and the lower part is surrounded by a circle of things.

When I got closer, I found that it was actually a black cuboid with no visible material. It was a little wide, but not very thick.The surface is rough, standing on the sea surface, whether it is floating or growing directly from the seabed.

The lower circle is surrounded by rocks—this is an ordinary reef, but it is very big, and only a little bit protrudes from the water, forming a circle that isolates the sea water from the cuboid.

Presumably this is the legendary tablet without characters.

Leaning on the stele was a familiar figure, the one Shen Lianxing and Yan Jinping had seen before.

The spirit guard was still wrapped in a long black robe, which covered him from head to toe, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

He leaned against the inscription-free tablet, lowered his head, wondering if he had noticed someone approaching him.

The pool of blood nestled obediently at his feet. After being burned by Feng An for a while, half of it was scorched, and it lay sleepily in the area circled by the stone, with a little ripple calmly. Finally, there was a pool of water look.

Right in front of him is the purpose of Feng An's visit, but when he really arrived, Feng An hesitated again.If the watchman does not speak, he will not be able to pick a suitable sentence to begin with.

What a proud three-legged Golden Crow, it actually performed a "close to homeland sentiment and timid" posture vividly.

Yan Jinping glanced at Feng An, knowing that if he wanted to wait for this coward to make a sound, he might have to wait until his old age, so he cleared his throat and said hello, "Hey, how are you busy?"

Feng An: "..."

He choked for a while, so he didn't cough out, all nervousness and hesitation disappeared in an instant, and he turned his head and gave Yan Jinping a strange look.

There is such a thing done somewhere, isn't it plausible!

Yan Jinping put his hands in his sleeves and smiled back at him calmly.

If you want to go up, hurry up, don't dilly-dally.

The spirit guard seemed to be in a daze just now, but he came back to his senses when he heard Yan Jinping's voice, turned his head and found several people approaching him, immediately stood up straight, flipped his black robe, turned around and wanted to leave.

This is really strange, he was the one who beat up regardless of what came up before, but now he is the one who hides and avoids his identity when his identity is exposed.

Seeing the guardian turn around, Feng An finally calmed down and found his voice again.

Standing on the boat, he didn't care about anything else, he just stared at the back of the spirit guard, and said softly, "Qiuqiu... are you Qiuqiu?"

Feng An's voice was not high, but the spirit guard obviously heard it, he turned around for a moment, and his body trembled slightly.

The black robe is light and thin, with waves at the corners, like the sea water here, only the surface is calm, but there are undercurrents everywhere.

The guardian turned sideways to the bow of the ship and did not move for a while.

Feng An's expression was complicated, she seemed to be excited, but her brows were still frowning, with a bit of sadness that came from nowhere.

He took a step forward and asked tentatively, "Why did you become like this, you—are you still alive?"

I don't know which word in his words touched the guardian, the young man turned around slowly, faced Feng An, hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out his pale hand to lift off the hood, revealing the face of Feng An under his head. An all too familiar face.

The young man has a slender figure, slightly long white hair, deep dark red eyes, pale lips, pale skin that has not seen the sun for a long time, no blood on it, and even a cyan streak can be seen on the side of his face blood vessels.

It's Fengqiu.

Feng An only took one look and was completely sure.

This is by no means fake, nor is it some inexplicable person.

This is the little white crow he once rescued in Yanjing City, it is his younger brother, this is Feng Qiu.

He will never admit his mistake.

Fengqiu's expression couldn't be discerned, and he finally said the first words that several people said after seeing him: "...Brother."

His voice was young and hoarse, still the tone in Feng An's memory.Feng An once dreamed of hearing Feng Qiu call his brother again, for this moment, he was willing to pay any price.

But...But Feng An has never understood so clearly like now that some things that have been lost will not come back.

Once Qiuqiu seemed to be full of vitality forever, happy and full of vitality.

Instead of being like now, like a branch that has been drained of vitality, the outside seems to have never changed, but the inside has actually been emptied long ago, leaving only the seemingly bright skin, barely maintaining the last bit of him and the world associated.

Yan Jinping was right, no matter how similar the appearance was, it was impossible to be the original Fengqiu again.

Feng An's expression was complicated, although there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyebrows were frowning.He looked at Feng Qiu, there was the joy of reuniting after a long absence, some shock, and more...it seemed to be sadness and hesitation.

Yan Jinping has been observing the expressions of the two of them, and found that there seems to be something wrong.

Feng Qiu was not surprised that they would find this place.He raised the corner of his mouth strangely, with a stiff expression, as if he hadn't seen a living person for a long time, and he forgot how to react.

He called out again, this time much smoother: "Brother."

There is a pool of blood under Fengqiu's feet, obediently snuggling up to the young man's slender ankle, occasionally sticking out a little to wrap it around, but also extremely restrained, like a small animal, instinctively relying on their master, when not fighting, it is almost very cute of.

Feng Qiu didn't even give half of his eyes to others, but with such a stiff smile, he almost sighed and said to Feng An: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

He seemed to have seen through everything, Feng An did have something to say.

There is a problem, he has been thinking about it since he learned that Feng Qiu might still be alive, his mind was full of this matter all the way, and he couldn't communicate with others, so he hasn't thought about it until now.

Feng An is not a person who looks forward and backward, he doesn't like to hesitate.Now that Feng Qiu himself had appeared, he simply decided to ask directly.

No matter where the question leads them.

"... Qiuqiu." Feng An tremblingly said, "You tell brother."

"The person who changed the letter sent by Jinping..."

"is it you?"

……

The people behind Feng An never thought that this was the question he was thinking all the time, even Yan Jinping was taken aback for a moment, not to mention Ya Yu, his eyes widened, and that expression could be described as heaven falling apart.

In the dead silence, Yan Jinping and Shen Lianxing thought of one thing at the same time.

In fact, they should have thought of it a long time ago, but...

It's just that the possibility was too bizarre, so both of them intentionally or unintentionally ignored it, and never mentioned it.

Yan Jinping and Feng An watched Feng Qiu die with their own eyes.

Because of being framed, because of being suspected, and because her friend's brother lost his life in this conspiracy, Yan Jinping has been looking for the reason for this incident.

He sent the letter to Feng An in a special way, and logically speaking, it should be difficult for others to intercept it, let alone tamper with it and then send it to Feng Qiu without leaving a trace. There are not no people who can do this, but Very few.

And why did that person do it?This wasted a lot of trouble, just to trick Feng Qiu into the Stag Marsh, to murder a little white crow who has never done anything?

The letter only said that Fengqiu was asked to go to Yan Jinping, and the decision to block Xiangliu for him was entirely Fengqiu's own decision.If someone really wanted to kill him, they wouldn't use such a method of not knowing whether it would succeed.

Wouldn't it be faster to do it directly?

It doesn't make sense, theoretically only Yan Jinping can do this, it looks like an accident, so Feng An never dispelled his doubts.

Suspected all the people who had made enemies with him, doubted Yan Jinping's enemies, doubted those who had chased and killed Feng Qiu, even doubted Yan Jinping.

Jumping out of the shackles of all emotions, if it wasn't Yan Jinping who was involved in this matter, even he himself, after seeing the letter, almost believed that the letter was written by himself.

That's his tone, his handwriting, what he's going to do.

Change it just a little bit, and the meaning is completely different.

And all these doubts and sorrows are based on the fact that Feng Qiu was involved in this unlucky incident innocently, believed the contents of the letter, and lost his young life in order to protect Yan Jinping. .

If the spirit guard in the unclean sea is really Feng Qiu, if Feng Qiu is not dead.

The person who intercepted and tampered with Yan Jinping's letter to Feng An...

Who else could it be?

Yan Jinping half closed his eyelids, he was not quite sure whether he wanted to know the answer or not.

Shen Lianxing glanced at him sideways, then patted his arm slowly, with a serious expression on his face.

The young man's expression was calm, he seemed to have known that Feng An would ask this question, he knew Feng An, his brother was very smart, as long as he knew that he was still alive, he would be able to learn from those clues back then. deduce the truth of the matter.

Ever since he learned that this group of people had come to the Unclean Sea, Feng Qiu had been prepared for this moment, it was just a moment later, and it was not because of this that he hesitated just now.

The sky was as dark as the ashes and dim embers that fell after being burned by the fire. The boy's eyelashes drooped, and his hair and eyelashes were all white. It was a very pure color. He seemed to be out of tune with this gloomy world. There was also a strange sense of harmony, as if he had been born to belong in this place.

"It's me," he said.

The author says:

Qiuqiu.

Just... I didn't expect the plot to progress to this point, so I can only assure everyone that no one will die in this chapter orz

Happy New Year everyone~ (run away