Cold Star Blade

After several days of stalemate with the Guardians, Yang Jie finally made some progress.

He explained to Melafion: "From the day after tomorrow, the spirit guards will hold a three-day 'Spiritual Night'. This is their tradition. The Spiritual Night is held in the Red River Desert. In the past, we would send people to deliver wine It was fun in the past, although there were some unpleasant things this year—" Speaking of this, he deliberately glanced at Melafion, sneered slightly, and continued: "However, the patriarch still agrees to let us participate as usual. I have communicated with the patriarch , I will take you to apologize and admit the impoliteness of trespassing on their territory."

Upon hearing this, Melafion felt that the Spirit Guardians were overreaching, and said coldly, "They almost murdered an imperial officer, and I have to go and apologize to them?"

Yang Jie said bluntly: "It's your fault to trespass on their territory without knowing the situation. It's their freedom to deal with the intruders who trespass. Your Excellency, you don't understand this rule, do you? "

"Hmph!" Melafion felt that he was playing the piano with a cow, and had nothing to say.

On the night of the first day of the spirit sacrifice night, they followed Yang Jie to Fusha City, the town of the spirit guards.The whole town is built of yellow walls and earth, and the buildings on the ground are like low semicircular earthen bumps, only two feet high, dilapidated, as if they were barely repaired from broken buildings and broken tiles—these are just entrances. The homes of the spirit guards are built under the soil bag to prevent wind and sand erosion.Because it is the night of offering sacrifices to the spirit, after nightfall, warm-colored wind lanterns are hung at the door of each house, a sea of ​​glistening light, like stars sinking in the desert, lingering in the artistic conception of the city that never sleeps.There is also a bit of exotic beauty.

The spirit sacrificial procession was preparing to set off. Melafion and the others went to do as the Romans did. They changed into the black and torn robes of the spirit guards, learned to ride a desert ostrich, painted their faces with colorful oil paint, and followed the procession.

After careful study, I realized that the clan language of the Spirit Clan and the imperial language came from the same origin.Since the Guardians have avoided the world for thousands of years, they still use the language of the Entente Era, which is now called the original language.Today's Imperial language is also known as Xinyu.

It's not that the spirit guards can't speak the imperial language, they just don't want to speak it.The harm that the Galactic Empire caused to their family has already broken their hearts.

After several days of hard study, Melafion has a high level of comprehension and a quick learner, and he can already use this ancient language for simple communication.

I only heard the patriarch's son introduce: "The function of those lanterns is to guide evil spirits."

"Leading evil spirits into your home?" Lorenzo felt incredible.

The son of the patriarch explained: "This is a saying that has been passed down from generation to generation in our clan. The dead will no longer remember what happened in their lifetime. In this way, they will be corroded by the high-dimensional creature 'Mars Consciousness' and produce evil bodies, which will cause disasters in the world. Feng Deng It can make them think of home, think of their relatives before they were alive, soothe their souls, give them a destination, and not harm the world."

Biological competition seems to have an instinctive cognition - resources are limited and cannot be owned equally, so we must grab them.Destination may be the ultimate pursuit of the soul.Whether it is the destination of desire or the destination of emotion.

There was an empty space in Melafion's heart, and for some reason, that empty space seemed to grow larger and deeper with each passing day.He chuckled and asked, "Then, can they talk to our living people?"

Perhaps because he liked to read oriental fantasy novels when he was a child, he always had a thought in his mind, or it should be said to be a thought.Hope the "psychic" thing is true.

...Maybe I still want to ask that idiot.

The patriarch's son shook his head and said, "We can't communicate with them because they are not in the same dimension."

It means life and death forever.Melafion thought to himself, looking up at the starry sky, only to feel the darkness and emptiness in front of him, and he couldn't find his way.

But as long as Kisialian is around, he will just follow Kisialian.

The spirit sacrifice team finally stopped in front of a huge black building.The spirit guards set up simple altars and set up bunches of torches, and the flames sprang up in clusters, illuminating an open sandy land, and everyone rested in the center of this bright sandy land.The bonfire was lit, and the raw meat and fruits used as sacrifices were also put on the grill one after another, and the wine was poured into the large sacrificial basin and heated with high heat.The atmosphere was as lively as a campfire party.The elders of the clan distribute a pottery bowl to everyone.

The son of the patriarch said that the bowl was used for bloodletting later, and then the blood was poured into the spirit pot on the altar, poured into wine, and burned up.This is the sacrifice ceremony of their clan.

The hot wine in the large sacrificial basin can be drunk at will, and Melafion was curious, so she chose a long-handled ladle from the basket on the ground, walked onto the liquor rack, held the ladle and stirred it slowly, and scooped up a piece of wine. Take a spoon, let it cool down, and take a sip.

"Hiss—so strong!"

When he turned his head, he saw that Lorenzo beside him was imitating the movements he had made just now, and he wanted to take a sip as well.Melafion quickly stopped it: "This wine is extremely strong, you're such a poor drinker, it's best not to drink it."

Saying this, he remembered Lorenzo's drunk appearance at the New Year's banquet, and his expression was a little unnatural.

Lorenzo frowned and said softly: "Really? It doesn't matter if you take a sip... Cough cough! It's really strong!"

Melafion unconsciously recalled Lorenzo's alcohol-smelling look, and he didn't dare to look directly at the past, squinting a few times from the corner of his eye, and said, "You bastard... you're in good health. Right? It’s not very good to stay in the space station to rest and recuperate. If you are given a paid vacation, you don’t want to, but you want to eat sand with me. I don’t understand how stupid you are going to do stupid things.”

"I'm fine." Lorenzo said in a relaxed tone: "The admiral asked me to come with you to assist you. How can I stay in the space station and have a vacation with peace of mind. If that person really appears, I want to do it myself more than you kill him."

Melafion couldn't help ridiculing: "I'm afraid that you won't be shivering when you see him, and immediately wag your tail and stick to him like a puppy!"

Lorenzo turned his head and looked at him, with a cold smile in his eyes: "I don't care if you ridicule me and look down on me. I will do it for you, please watch carefully."

"Cut." Even though Lorenzo's words sounded earnest, Melafion still didn't pay much attention to them. He took a sip of his wine, turned around and walked off the stage by himself.

The spirit sacrificial team will stay in the desert for three consecutive days, and during the day, Melafion and the others will go out to search in batches while the spirit guards are not paying attention.

They found the wreckage of the Star Police fighter jet that crashed in the desert, but fortunately it was not completely buried by the wind and sand.Unfortunately, the traces around it have long since disappeared without a trace.

Melafion did not give up, and immediately used the wreckage of the fighter jet as the starting point, gradually expanding the search radius, and carried out a carpet search.

The temperature on the surface of the earth soared to 67 degrees Celsius. The high temperature seemed to melt human bones. Fortunately, they were all Alphas, with strong bodies and good stamina. wading.

The hard work paid off, and soon they found something in the sand again.

It was an equipment pouch, which is the usual configuration of the Star Police. I don’t know if it was discarded to reduce the load. There were also exhausted firearms, empty magazines, flashlights and other things in it.

It was almost buried in the sand, but fortunately Lorenzo had sharp eyes and found it.

"It shouldn't be too far away." According to the location where the luggage fell, Melafion guessed that the star policeman didn't seem to die after the crash.

The situation is not difficult to imagine as long as you look carefully.Melafion said: "This luggage may belong to the Star Police who took the photo. After he met the white priest, he was not killed, so he should have escaped."

The firearms and magazines in the luggage are exhausted, which is the evidence of a battle.

Lorenzo answered, "Well, he will have the opportunity to send the message to Yang Jie only after he escapes. Priest Bai probably didn't find him, otherwise his body will be destroyed."

Melafion scanned the flat sand nearby and sighed, "I hope the person is still alive, not buried."

Chongzhi said: "If you are still alive, look around and find results soon."

Thinking of the need to continue searching, Melafion couldn't help squinting at Lorenzo and said, "Are you okay?"

Lorenzo's face was hidden in the hood of his cloak, he turned his face away, and smiled: "There is nothing wrong with me, you underestimate me."

Fortunately, after walking not far, they found a small earth bag standing in the desert.With a radius of hundreds of miles, it stands there alone.

They walked towards the bag, and when they came close, they saw that there was very little dust on the door opened on the bag, which meant that people lived here.

Lorenzo patted the door lightly a few times. Melafion thought he was too gentle, so when he came to the door, he patted the door again a few times, attracting Lorenzo's dumbfounded eyes.

After a long time, there was a voice from behind the door: "Who is it?"

It sounds like this person's voice is hoarse and vicissitudes, with a hoarseness like a broken gong, it seems that he is not born.It is vaguely recognizable as a woman.

Melafion replied loudly: "We are officers sent by Lieutenant General Yang, the order officer of the galaxy, please open the door!"

After hesitating inside for a long time, he finally opened the door slowly.Behind the door stood a haggard-looking woman.

She was stooped, her hair was covered with frost, her eyes were fixed and empty, and she seemed to be blind.Two pale and haggard hands with slender fingers were exposed from the shabby sleeves. They should have been a pair of beautiful hands.

This woman should have been beautiful in the past, and her facial features could still show some demeanor. Her brows and eyes should have been full of sassy and heroic spirit, very similar to someone, but she was tortured into a walking dead by something.

Melafion was about to ask her, "Ma'am, are you—"

Halfway through the conversation, the woman said hoarsely: "Deming, is that you? You are finally here..."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the Starstone Fragment for throwing a mine! !