The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Thick and misty smoke overflowed the Boshan furnace, automatically converging into a bunch, and slowly but firmly flowed towards the pure fire in the center of the ice platform.

Smoke just looks like smoke, but in fact it has no substance. It is a dream made for him by 'Chunqiu' based on Jinghuo's past experience and deep desire.

And flames cannot burn dreams.

The smoke penetrated the ice layer without hindrance, climbed up the ice platform, and slowly and unstoppably invaded the center of the clean fire.

The net fire was still hanging there, without any movement.

Although the incense had been lit, Yan Jinping was still very cautious.He wasn't sure that Jinghuo must have fallen into the dream that Chunqiu had woven for him, so he didn't rush forward to step over the crack, but turned to Shen Lianxing, spread his palms to him and asked, "Do you have a handkerchief?"

"I have it." Shen Lianxing said very well, took out his handkerchief and put it in his hand, and asked inexplicably, "Didn't you bring it, why did you use mine?"

It shouldn't be, he only saw Yan Jinping used it two days ago...

"Isn't that obvious?"

Yan Jinping spread Shen Lianxing's handkerchief flat on the palm of his hand, pinched both sides of the handkerchief with one hand, and squeezed it into a round bird without seeing any movements.

At first the bird lay limply on his hand, but after Yan Jinping moved his fingers away, it shook its head tremblingly, fluttered its pair of tiny wings, and flew up unsteadily.

Yan Jinping watched the bird fly over the crack, over the spider's legs, until it flew past the boundary measured by Venado, but was not wrapped in flames, and he was relieved.He turned around and explained to Shen Lianxing as a matter of course: "The purpose of sending the bird over is to make fire. When I came to the snow mountain this time, I brought a handkerchief with me. If it burns, what should I use?"

Shen Lianxing, who also only wore a handkerchief: ...

OK, you're right.

Yan Jinping and Shen Lianxing were talking nonsense here, but Wei Naduo stood beside him thoughtfully, without making a sound.

She is looking at the little bird.

The bird's flying movements are not flexible, even a little clumsy.Its body is so small and soft that it is not even a real bird, but a handkerchief that Yan Jinping casually folded.

It doesn't look like it can withstand long-distance flight, and maybe a dragonfly can fly farther than it.

...but so easily crossed the insurmountable moat that she had drawn for herself in the past 83 years.

like a dream.Vinado thought almost in a daze.

Could it be a dream?

No, it can't be a dream.

Even when she was asleep, she never dared to have such a beautiful dream.

The handkerchief bird had managed to remove a small ball of flame from the net fire while she was in a daze.The task was completed, and it flew back tremblingly. The little blue-golden flame burned at the tip of the bird's tail, neither freezing the bird into ice nor burning it into a ball of ashes. It shimmered inconspicuously, like an ordinary gem.

The light almost burned Venado's eyes.

The little bird landed on Yan Jinping's fingertips, and seemed very proud of himself for successfully completing the task.It pecked at Yan Jinping's wrist with its head held high, and then rubbed its small head against his fingers. Then it loosened its shape and changed back to the shape of a handkerchief.

The flame hung from the corner of the handkerchief.It is still silent, the outer ring is a blue flame, and the inner is a small ball of gold. Even if you get close, you still can't feel its temperature.

It is not like fire, more like a broken soul.

Venado took a step forward.

"...there is the power of the soul here." She heard her own voice say, "no matter what you want to purify the fire for, I'm afraid this cluster of flames will not help you-although it is still pure, but now It is not yet a complete clean fire."

Yan Jinping pinched the flame, let it hang on his finger, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It means you can't use this, give it to me." Venado said lightly, "I have a way to strengthen the seal, but I need this in your hand."

"At that time..." She lowered her head, she didn't know whether she was relieved or what, she said softly, "Even if there is another earthquake, the seal will not be broken again. After the seal is firm, Jinghuo It will also end its mission, and of course it will be complete. At that time... you can take as much as you like."

Yan Jinping remained motionless, holding the flame with one hand, and returned the handkerchief that was lucky to be undamaged with the other hand to Shen Lianxing, and said with a smile, "But how can I trust you?"

How can I believe that you can succeed?

Venado has already made a decision in her heart.She didn't give in at all, looked back at Yan Jinping, and smiled: "Even if I fail, you have nothing to lose, right? In the same way, just take a little more?"

Yan Jinping looked at her, only thick traces of oil paint could be seen on the bone's face, even for him, it was difficult for him to discern how much confidence there was in Venado's sworn promise.

but……

"You're right." He glanced at Shen Lianxing who did not express any objection, sighed, handed the flame on his fingertips to Venado, and asked considerately, "Are these enough?"

There were only a few clusters of flames, and it seemed that a gust of wind could blow them out.I don't know how Venado plans to use it, if it is not enough, I have to get some more.

"That's enough." Even if Venado is boneless, she doesn't have the ability to pinch fire with bare hands like Yan Jinping.She looked around, but couldn't find anything that could catch the flames, so she simply lowered her head, revealing the crack on the top of her head where the fake flowers were pulled out, and said to Yan Jinping, "Please, put the flames in. "

Yan Jinping: ...

He suspected that he had misunderstood Venado's meaning, and confirmed with her again: "Put it in?"

"Yeah." Venado still lowered her head, she shook her head, and said with certainty, "Did you see the crack on my head? Just put the net fire in it."

"All right." Yan Jinping said.

Now that he has agreed to cooperate, Yan Jinping will not hesitate in such a matter. Venado said yes, so he lightly touched her skull with his finger and sent the flames in.

His fingertips inevitably touched the surface of the bone, and it was cold to the touch, not very smooth, like burnt porcelain.

Jinghuo not far away seemed to tremble extremely strongly.

Before the Jinghuo entered her mind, for a moment, Venado flinched.

She wanted to back off, and wanted to say wait a minute, I'm not ready yet, but such a subconscious retreat was immediately controlled by her firmly before she could act.She didn't dodge in the end, but straightened her spine even more.

Actually nothing, no pain.

The cave is dark and deserted, Chunqiu is still burning in the incense burner, the smoke is endless, continuously providing Jinghuo with the dreams he wants.

The trembling just now seemed to have never happened, and no one knew what he was dreaming about now.

Yan Jinping sent Huo Miao over, then took two steps back politely, stood beside Shen Lianxing, and watched Venado with him.

Both of them had never seen such a posture before, and Venado stood there without responding.Due to her appearance, when she was motionless and silent, they couldn't even be completely sure... if she just died.

It shouldn't be so, she seems to be very confident in her method, and she should have practiced it countless times in her heart.

Fortunately, Wei Naduo did not die, she stood there for a while, and then moved quickly.Bai Gu looked left and right, and took two steps towards the ice platform where Jinghuo was.

Jinghuo is still in her dream now, since there is no danger to others, Shen Lianxing and Yan Jinping didn't stop her.

Facing the ice platform, Wei Naduo slowly untied the robe on her body, patted it twice cherishingly, folded it and put it aside.She was wearing a set of skirts underneath, and the hem of the skirt was made of blue-purple fabric, which swayed like flowing water as she moved.

It's just that Wei Naduo is a skeleton now, and she can't support such a beautiful dress. The skirt hangs empty on her body, and she looks a little listless.

"It's a pity, it doesn't look so good when I wear it now." She also knew what she looked like now, she picked up the skirt lightly and twirled it around, saying it was a pity, but there was no pity in her tone, She turned her head and said with a slight smile, "I still like this dress very much."

She originally wanted to go to Jinghuo to take a look, but finally gave up on this idea, and turned to Shen Lianxing and Yan Jinping: "... Anyway, there is nothing else to do now, it will take a while for it to take effect, how about How about I tell you a story?"

The young girl's voice is clear and sweet. Her appearance has gradually weathered in the long 100 years, but her voice has never changed, staying forever at the moment when she was an ordinary girl.

"Actually, I didn't intend to tell you." Venado smiled. "It's just that I thought about it just now. After all, I still can't bear to let their stories be buried in this snow mountain forever. How lonely that is, I Clearest—would you like to hear it?"

The two looked at each other, Yan Jinping frowned slightly, Shen Lianxing hesitated and said, "Girl, you..."

Venado tilted her head and asked in a puzzled manner, "What about me?"

"...It's okay." Shen Lianxing could already hear sporadic cracking sounds coming from her skull. He was very familiar with this sound, because he had heard basically the same sound before, so it was impossible to admit his mistake.

That is the sound of the branches and leaves pushing open the seed coat and slowly extending the branches.

...It was the sound of something sprouting in Venado's skull.

He silently closed his mouth.

The two clusters of small golden flames in Venado's eye sockets are still burning, and they seem to be getting brighter and brighter.As if she couldn't feel the changes in her body, she didn't react at all, but repeated stubbornly: "Would you like to hear their stories?"

No one speaks.

Vinado saw that the two of them had no intention of refusing, so she smiled lightly.

Of course, she could also feel that the seed that she had been nurturing in her body began to germinate, and the thin vines tentatively protruded a small tip, gently scratching her flaming soul, which was a bit itchy, But still within an acceptable range.

So Wei Naduo wiped her face with her fingers a little bit, ignoring the slight itchiness, listening to the little 'cracking' sound coming from her body, and then said: "I think the two of you have already guessed something. Right? What’s burning on the ice platform right now isn’t exactly Jinghuo.”