People who are underground have long confused time in the interweaving of darkness and insect lamps, but in fact, when they are sleeping on the spot, the sky is bright outside.

The heavy rainstorm took a rare breath, giving the remaining water to buffer the opportunity.

The Wujin Xuan Palace on the Great Rift Valley God Road was washed almost from head to toe, with a thick swath. The water on the eaves had not yet flowed out, and it dripped into a string of water curtains by the corridor, dripping, making the bedroom look quieter.

The copper door at the end of the corridor suddenly creaked, and two eunuchs led a thin figure to hurried towards Sinia's room.

"An, I've gotten up for a long time! I've been waiting for you to tell a story!" Sinia was restless even lying on the bed, holding the quilt and rolling twice, almost breaking the petrified arm, which was shocked by the two female officials.

The thin figure was Angel, a young boy from white rabbit brought back by Kevin. Sinia called him not to be called the full name, so she was easy to remember, and she always called the first syllable. When she first shouted "An", Angel's ears turned red and she said repeatedly: "No, no, that's the girl's name."

Unfortunately, Sinia, who was only four and a half years old, had the demeanor of her uncle as a child, and regarded this as a wind in her ears and dispersed. When she met the next day, she still called one word, so Angel could only call her.

Since her arms were petrified, Sinia couldn't go out and rolled all over the floor. The attendants all listened to Osvid's orders and looked after her from morning to night, so as not to stumble anywhere.

It is a matter of life worse than death for such a young child to go out, especially Osvid is not there, she has no place to cry, and there is no place to make trouble. The difficulty of hanging her is a bit beyond her IQ, so she can only lie down and accept her fate.

It is precisely because of this that Angel had to run to the Xuan Palace every day. Fortunately, His Highness Sinia has not developed any other hobbies for the time being, and it is not difficult to serve except for listening to stories endlessly.

"The book was finished yesterday," Angel said, "What are you listening to today?"

Sinia secretly glanced out the door, and saw that the eunuch was standing respectfully at the door and had no intention of coming in to catch her, so she quickly took out a book from under the pillow.

Such a young child looked a little funny when he was sneaky. Angel was embarrassed to laugh too obviously, so he pursed his lips. He took the book from Sinia and flipped two pages.

No joke, this book is as ragged as if it had just been picked up from the garbage dump. Angel was careful when turning the pages, and just like that, he accidentally picked up a few pieces of paper.

Angel: "…"

He held the pages of the book with a slightly frightened expression: "Your Highness, honestly, where did you find this book?" If it was an ancient book, he would not be able to pay for it even if he sold it!

Sinia lowered her voice seriously and whispered secretly: "I took it from my uncle's bookshelf last night."

Angel's hand just shook.

Can the emperor take care of things?!

Sinia immediately became more confident: "But my uncle said that the things in his study cannot be taken except those on the desk, and I can read them casually! And this book was put in yesterday. Anyway, since my uncle is not here, it doesn't matter if I use it for a day!"

"Yesterday?" Angel asked.

The travel of Osvid was not allowed to be circulated, only those who often traveled to and from Xuan Palace knew about it. Before leaving, he arranged everything he should have arranged, so there was no problem with the priesthood, the medical officers' hospital, or the three major military camps, and it operated as usual.

Yesterday when Angel left the Xuan Palace, he happened to see the old man from the priest's courtyard trembling into the study. If he was not mistaken, the book might have been put into the study. After all, he had heard him talk about finding a book for the emperor before.

Angelao was just this little girl, so she had to take a chair and sit down beside the bed, holding the broken book like an ancestor, and glanced at it with a rough look: "Your Highness, are you sure you want to listen to this? What is said in this book-"

How to dig God's grave...

At least the two pages he flipped casually were all about the strange disease spreading in the palace during the reign of Emperor Betherman. The emperor was in trouble. After listening to the advice of the great elder of the Spirit Clan, he formed a group of people to go to the tomb of the God of Fae. There were pages in the middle, but it also mentioned many things that happened in the tomb of the gods intermittently. The words were very exaggerated and distorted. The posture did not seem to be describing a certain historical fact, but it seemed to be writing a mythological story. Ghosts knew the truth and falsehood.

After reading it, Angel couldn't help but turn back to the front and look at the cover.

"What's wrong?" Sinia rolled unwillingly on the bed. Seeing that Angel had not started for a long time, she couldn't help but tilted her head and asked him, "Why don't you tell me?"

Angel simply closed the cover, "Why doesn't this book even have a name?"

"It's okay! I'm listening to the story, not the name." Sinia waved her hand, "Tell me!"

"Okay. Then - let's start with Emperor Bethman bringing people into the Tomb of the God of Fae." Angel read the book very quickly, and he almost knew the content after scanning it. He raised his eyes and asked Sinia: "Do you know the Tomb of the God of Fae?"

The little girl nodded, her black eyes were smiling: "I know! My uncle said that the most powerful god in the old era was asleep there!"

Angel smiled with a pursed lips, looked down at the pages and slowly said: "The tomb of the God of Fae is located in the Baitou Hill, under the Eternal Waterfall. There is no sunshine and it is always dark. It is a good place to sleep forever."

"Why is it a good place to not be sunny?" Sinia couldn't help but interrupt.

"Because there is no disturbance of light, you can sleep for a long time and you won't wake up." Angel replied, and continued to whisper: "There are a group of loyal and simple elves there guarding the tomb door for him. No one can break into it easily. The undead is the steps, the thorn is the fence, and there is also a heavy monument engraved with blessings to the living. Without soul paving the way, the tomb door will never open."

Sinia interrupted again: "What does it mean to pave the way without souls, and the tomb door will never open? Then what you said... Well, how did the emperor get in?"

The little girl who could never remember the name of the person vaguely skipped the name of Emperor Betherman.

Angel said amused and crying: "How do I know how Emperor Bei Yes got in?" He paused for a moment and said: "Maybe it just paved the way by the soul."

"How do you pave the way for the soul?" asked Sinia.

"If you die, you will have souls. If you die enough people will pave a way." Angel replied.

Sinia still seemed to understand: "But... but isn't God going to sleep there? Just like I was lying on the bed, how could anyone who wanted to come in at the door die there? How scary! Wouldn't it be the soul when the door opened?"

Angel tilted his head: "Then you don't have to go out anymore, you should have been sleeping all the time."

Sinia muttered: "What does God think..."

"He doesn't have to think that he was dead when he built the cemetery." Angel said.

Sinia looked up and thought for a while, but before she could figure it out, she waved her hand to expose the question, "What if there is no death? Can you still enter without paving the way with your soul?"

Angel replied, "There is only one way."

"What's the solution?"

"God himself goes to open it."

The four and a half-year-old girl suddenly became smart. She stared at the broken book, looked at her eyes like cross-eyed eyes, and then suddenly looked up, with a thief expression of a cat catching a rat, and pointed at Angel with a smile: "You are making up! This page is obviously full of pictures, only one line of words. You have said so much, and you have long surpassed it!"

Angel red with his ears, his face full of embarrassment. He scratched his head and admitted, "Okay, I guess God went to drive himself..."

The second half of the winding path was so dark that it was impossible to see five fingers. It was not until the last turn that I saw a little light. It was a worm lamp that Kevin had thrown here before.

The insect lamp hangs at the tip of the thorn branches, and it does not move at all because there is no wind.

The quiet yellow light scattered on the monument on the ground, reflecting the rusty and blurred handwriting on it.

The part exposed to the ground of this monument is actually only half. The soil that was originally buried in the base has become thicker and thicker as it has accumulated over the years, gradually covering up the lower half.

Kevin's steps were slow and silent. He walked to the square stele and squatted down, stretched out his thin fingers and pulled the soil a few times. He quickly pushed the layer of not tight mud to one side, revealing the other half of the square stele.

It is stuffed under the damp soil all year round, and the other half of the square monument is even more rusted than on it. The shallower carved characters have been rusted, but only a few extremely deep gullies still have traces, winding from the center like map lines.

Kevin stared at the winding gullies for a moment, reached out and took the short knife around his waist, and cut a bloody mouth on the tips of the five fingers on his left hand.

In order to prevent the wound from healing too quickly, he cut every knife very deep, and blood beads almost smashed into the mud in strings.

The pain in his fingers was much sharper than in other places, but he just frowned and looked like an old god. He covered his entire left hand on the square stele. The square stele suddenly came alive, and the bright red blood seemed to be sucked out, flowing rapidly along the gullies, and soon covered the entire surface like a spider web.

The rusty bronze monument suddenly turned scarlet, as if it had just been refined from a forging furnace. Some debris shook off and stuck to the thorn bushes, and in the blink of an eye it started to burn.

The fire suddenly rushed very high, and the entire thorn bush was wrapped in a golden and red tongue of flame, spreading rapidly from the center to the surroundings, burning into a sea of ​​fire.

Amid the beeping sounds of the sea of ​​fire, there were countless wild beasts and birds of prey roaring and roaring, sometimes far and sometimes near, as if coming from the end of hell.

Kevin stood in front of the sea of ​​fire with a calm expression. His crazy tongue of flame was almost about to touch his face, but he didn't even blink.

He was looking behind the sea of ​​fire.

It was not until a sound of metal and stone friction slowly came from the darkness behind the scarlet area that Kevin's eyes moved-

Because the tomb door is open.

This door has been covered with dust for too long. When it slowly opened, a smell of decayed dust even came out of the fire.

Kevin took a breath, and a lukewarm smile hanged on the corner of his mouth...

When he opened the tomb door alone, there was chaos beside the fire in front of the cave.

Osvid woke up from the night watchman's suspicious discussion. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt a little "splied". He didn't know if it was intuition or something, but he almost instinctively glanced at the place where Kevin was originally lying.

Empty!

The moment these two words were in his mind, his body had already reacted first. He almost stood up and headed straight for the winding path without saying a word. Behind him, a group of black and gold cavalry hurriedly caught up with him, and his footsteps were scattered.

He is tall and long, and it is very difficult for others to chase after him when he strode. Before he could even get to the corner, he saw a clearly extinct red light.

A fire broke out!

Osvid's face tightened and he turned around the corner in one step.

The scene at that moment will probably make him unforgettable forever-

He saw the surging sea of ​​fire burning into pieces, and the howling undead broke out from the ground, the heat waves surging, and blood filled the sky.

Kevin glanced at him in a twisting scarlet tongue, then waved his hand indifferently, turned his head and walked into the depths of the sea of ​​fire, completely disappearing...
Chapter completed!