Lian Wu, with a blade of grass in her mouth, lay leisurely on a wide stone slab, one foot circling in circles along with the off-key song she hummed.
The candle held the rope with both hands, and the other end of the rope reached out to a small tree that grew two people 's height on the cliff. The rope wound around the tree fork and went straight down, with the top tied to a circular piece of grass-green fabric underground. The candle wound the rope around his wrist, then stepped back a few steps and pulled the rope hard. The green fabric was pulled up by the rope and held to the ground by the wood spines on all sides, and a humble tent gradually took shape.
"Lian Wu, come and help." Shi Zhu shouted to Lian Wu, who was lying on a distant stone slab almost asleep.
Lianwu raised his head and looked lazily over here.
"Lian Wu - help -" Rong Yue shouted to Lian Wu in the distance, and then continued to assist Gu You in nailing the wooden board into a small chair with the prison slave.
Hearing Rongyue's voice, Lianwu rolled over at once and ran quickly to Rongyue, saying, "OK, I'll help you."
Rong Yue pointed in the direction of Shi Zhu and said, "It's not me who needs help. It's Shi Zhu."
Lian Wu's enthusiasm dropped sharply, but he still went up to Shi Zhu and said, "What do you need me to do?"
Shi Zhu passed the rope in his hand to Lian Wu and said, "You hold the rope and don't let go. Then I'll go inside the tent and stretch the inside of the tent with wooden strips to make the space inside the tent larger."
Lianwu looked at the cracked door of the tent and did not attach the rope. He said, "How about I go in and hold on? You hold the rope and don't let go." Having said that, Lianwu picked up a few one-meter-long wooden strips under his feet and got into the tent.
As there was nothing to stretch out the tent, the space inside was small enough for two people to lie down. With a stick in hand, Lianwu made a few random gestures on the top of the tent, but did not know how to hold it up.
"Lianwu, can you do it?" Seeing that the tent was always like a crushed can, the candle was Shouting into it.
"Don't worry, I'll do it. Just hold the rope and don't let go."
The candle shook its head helplessly.
Then another voice came from inside: "Shizhu, where is your sister? It seems I haven't seen her for a while."
If it were not Lian Wu, Shi Zhu hadn't discovered it yet. Indeed, no hanging bells were seen throughout the afternoon. The candle saw the spirit fumbling around with several planks and asked loudly, "Spirit, do you see where the bell is?"
The remnant soul threw the wooden board to the ground, wiped the beads of sweat off its face and said, "I didn't see it."
The prisoner remembered something and said to the candle, "Yes, when I went to call her at noon, I happened to see her coming out of the wooden house, looking rather unwell. Later I went into the house, and I thought he was looking for you."
Shi Zhu looked around somewhat uneasily and murmured, "Little girl, where have you been?"
Suddenly, countless pale purple feathers fluttered down from the void around the tent, circling and gathering around the candle. Gu You, the prison slave and Rong Yue all stopped what they were doing. The remnant stood still, listening in silence. Only Lianwu, who had no idea what was going on outside, was still banging on the wooden strips in the tent.
Shi Zhu smiled slightly.
All the feathers gathered around the candle. Then a soft, pale purple glow enveloped the clumped feathers, like a bud about to bloom. The radiance spread out and expanded, for just an instant, obscuring the view. Then the light receded and the feathers vanished, leaving only the hanging bell, standing where the feathers gathered.
Seeing her sister's somewhat panicked expression, the smile on the candle's face was immediately suppressed. He still held the rope tightly in his hand and asked, "Hanging bell, what happened?"
"I... I met that person..." "Hanging Bell panted," said.
"Who?"
"Mu Ye."
Hearing the name, it seemed as if a black beam of light had passed through everyone's mind. Gu You stood up and said, "How did he find this place?"
At that moment, in the empty valley, a few fine sounds of hooves echoed through the narrow valley.
White, tall horses, trudged over the uneven gravel ground and ran towards this side. The man on the horse, his purple hair swaying with the horse's steps. Black circles under the eyes and upturned corners of the mouth look strange and unruly.
"Hello everyone, this place is really hard to find. But it's a good place. The Necromancer surely won't be able to come." Mu Ye raised his hand and greeted a few people here on horseback.
The prison slave drew her sword, but Gu You blocked her.
Mu Ye saw the hanging bell beside Shi Zhu and said, "Little sister, so you've run here. I thought I had lost you and was thinking about how to explain it to your brother and friends."
Xuanling took a step towards Shi Zhu and whispered, "I'm in the Lake of Death. I didn't expect to see him." "
"It's good that you're fine." Shi Zhu forgot that he was pulling the rope that held up the tent, dropped what was in his hand, and smoothed out his sister's hair that was tousled by the wind.
"Hey - Shi Zhu, could you pass me a tool that can be tapped... Ah -- "Before Lianwu could finish his words, the tent roof fell down and buried Lianwu in the tent.
"Ha ha, how interesting! So you're playing a game." Mu Ye jumped off his horse.
Just as Lianwu stood up, he was wrapped in the wide tent fabric and stepped on it, dragging his body down. He grabbed the thick cloth on his body and shouted, "Candle - Are you there? Pull it up - pull it up -"
The sound sounds tiny from the outside.
The candle, realizing he had forgotten the dance, quickly picked up the end of the rope from the ground, held it in his hand and pulled it backward.
The shape of the tent was restored. Before Lian Wu could throw away the stick in his hand, he rushed out of the door of the tent, fearing to be crushed again. As soon as he ran out, he looked in Muye's direction and shouted, "Bastard, when did the Undead warrior come? This is too fast, isn't it?
"Undead Warrior? Have you forgotten who I am so soon?" "Mu Ye said mockingly.
"What the hell are you? Just a shadow. A lackey of the Undead warrior, a shadow." Lian Wu threw down the stick in his hand and drew his short sword from his waist.
Muye seemed to realize something and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.
The figure of the undead warrior stood at the foot of the cliff, leaning against the wall, almost merging into the darkness beneath the cliff. Black figures followed one after another, forming a long line that stretched out out of the valley, beyond sight.
"He... They weren't brought by me!" Mu Ye explained to Lian Wu, waving his hands.
"What's there to say?" The figure of Lianwu darted out nimbly.
The next moment, Lianwu's two swords had already made a cross in front of Mu Ye. Mu Ye moved backward, but there was still a cross-shaped wound on his robe torn by Lian Wu's sword. Blood melted into the black.
The two swords of Lian Wu circled around his body, and he glared on the rocky ground with his feet, leaping towards Mu Ye.
Mu Ye drew his long sword from his black robe, blocking the attack of the short sword. But Lianwu's foot suddenly struck and kicked Muye hard in the chest. Mu Ye's body was like a kite with a broken string, falling down. He clutched his chest, and the long sword fell far into the rock.
Mu Ye landed on the uneven ground, and before he could stand up, Lian Wu knelt on one knee on his chest, and the two short swords in his hands crossed around his neck.
"No... It wasn't me who brought them here... Muye struggled to say that he had hardly expected to lose so miserably. The pace of the dance was so fast that he didn't have much time to see the movements of the dance to dodge.
"But we have followed you, noble prince of the Dyra dynasty." A white figure landed beside Mu Ye and Lian Wu, lowered his head and said softly to Mu Ye.
"Bastard, who are you?" Mu Ye cursed Bai Ying.
Lian Wu raised his head, his gaze following the spotless white robe.
There was a faint glow around the white robe. "Who am I? Prince, have you forgotten that I am the bishop of God?"
God... Bishop...
What pricked Lianwu's head? The Bishop of God, I finally saw the Bishop of God again.
Lian Wu leapt up, and his two swords left Mu Ye's neck, drawing two entangled white streaks in the air, piercing the bishop's throat.
The bishop took a step back, and his long black hair was instantly blown away by a gust of wind from his body and lifted into the air. The bishop raised a hand in front of himself.
The air between the bishop and the dance was suddenly frozen, and the short sword was sealed in the stiff air, just a few inches away from the bishop's throat, but could not move any further. The bishop's other hand reached out, but was not hindered in any way, and got stuck in the throats of Lienwu.
The prison slave's sword was held in his hand, but he did not know what to do. Of all the people, only she knew the power of the bishop of God.
The unstringed bow of the remnant turned from behind to the left hand, and the right hand glided through the void, and a flaming arrow shot towards the Bishop of God. The candle held the staff in his left hand, raised his right hand towards the sky, and then swung his right hand forward from a height, and a ball of fire burst out from the flower of fire in his palm.
But when the flame arrow and the flame ball approached the Bishop of God, they were frozen in the air and stopped. The remnant shot out several more beams of fire, which stopped at a distance of half a meter from the Bishop of God.
The bishop of God did not look at the others, but stared straight into the eyes of Lienwu, and his hand, which was stuck around Lienwu's neck, tightened more.
Lian Wu's hands tightly grasped the wrists of the bishop of God, and he kicked his knees forward, but they hit a stiff transparent wall, making a dull sound.
"You want to kill me, do you?" "The Bishop of God asked softly.
"No... Yes... Mix... Eggs..." Lianwu's face turned a little pale.
Mu Ye, who was lying on the ground, tried to stand up but was lifted up by an invisible force and thrown into the pile of rocks right in front of the bishop of God. As Mu Ye was about to land on the sharp stone, he lowered his hands, and two forces gathered beneath him, propping up his body. But then a much stronger force came down from above and pressed him into the pile of stones.
Gu You tried several times with his mental power, but still couldn't break the spell of the divine bishop.
The bishop looked at Mu Ye, who lay not far away, and then at Gu You, and said contemptuously, "In my barrier, no one can escape my magic."
"Blow..." Cow..." Lianwu struggled to laugh.
"Look for death." The bishop of God let out a low growl, and with a light wave of his hand, the body of the dance was thrown towards a thin sheet of paper and landed beside the treaded tent. Then the flames in the air broke into pieces, fell to the ground and vanished.
"The Bishop of God, a very powerful man." The prisoner looked at Gu You, his words filled with sadness.
Gu You gritted his teeth.
The line of the undead warriors gradually drew in on this side, a black mass blocking one end of the valley.
Above, the long, narrow sky was unknowingly veiled by thick, dark clouds. The clouds pushed and rolled, transforming into all kinds of menacing faces, and roars fell into the valley, wandering ceaselessly. It was darker in the valley.
The leader of the Undead warriors clapped his hands a few times and stepped out of the line. "Not bad, not bad, what a magnificent battle scene! Bishop, the performance is over, and now you can kill them."
The bishop of God turned his head away from the undead warriors, but his eyes met those of the prisoners. The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the prisoner's much thinner face, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken secretly.
"Kill her."
"Kill your prison slave."
You'll kill her, won't you?
The voice of Lord Hoshizora, distorted by an invisible force field, wandered in the mind.
Will I kill the prison slave? Suddenly, the bishop of God felt that he still couldn't bring himself to do it. The woman who once laughed at him and called him bishop brother, the woman whom he had always loved deeply, would he really kill her with his own hands?
"Bishop, I can kill you..." The mournful voice, as if deeply engraved in the mind of the bishop of God, could not be dispelled. His body seemed to freeze, and until the beautiful eyes of the prison slave turned away, his gaze remained reluctant to leave.
"Your Excellency the Bishop." The captain of the Undead warriors walked up to the bishop and said with a sinister smile, "Look, your miss Prison slave is right there. Can you bear to kill her?"
The bishop's gaze slowly shifted away, and he fixed on the other side of the valley. There, a cliff lay across the exit of the valley. Everything was greyish black -- even the air was greyish black. It's so gloomy that it's suffocating.
"Of course, you certainly don't want to kill the woman you love. But shall we make a deal? You kill the others, and I'll help you kill the prison slaves." The commander of the soldiers stood on a rock slightly above the ground, pointed to the dark mass of the dead soldiers behind him, and said with some pride, "Your Excellency the bishop, look, with you here, all my efforts to bring so many soldiers are in vain. Go and kill everyone except the prison slaves."
"You have no authority to command me." The bishop said indifferently.
The wind blew past the regimental commander, and his black cloak was lifted high by the wind. His voice was as cold as the wind at the bottom of the valley, "Bishop of God, do not forget that here you are only a soldier, you must obey my arrangements."
The bishop glared at the regimental commander and moved his hand slightly.
The commander of the dead warrior pulled out the black cross, held it in his hand, and a silver-white blade shot out from the cross. The warrior commander said contemptuously, "Luo Ge, don't make any petty moves in front of me. Remember, I am your commander."
One of the hands of the bishop of God suddenly rose up, and a transparent ripple was sent out of the air, spreading out from within the bishop's body. A dull, violent sound spread out with the ripples in the air.
The commander of the Undead warriors raised his hand, only to find that the cross slash in his hand had remained in its previous position, with nothing to support it, but was suspended in the air. The Necromancer, looking at his empty hand, quickly lowered it and shouted to the bishop, "Luo Ge, what do you want to do? Don't you fear that Lord Soudai will kill you?"
The bishop of God slowly lowered his hand, and the cross, which was suspended in the air, fell and pierced the rock. The bishop said slowly, "Colonel Warrior, if you speak to me in that tone again, I will kill you just as well."