Ishtoria

This failure is still vivid in his mind, hurting him day and night.The child did not cry or resist needlessly, he had no complaints, like a silent lamb.

He understands one thing, when there is nothing he can do, he can still smile.In the days that followed, Shi Ang taught him how to read, memorize, and write long essays.Children don't understand the meaning, so they can only memorize it by rote.A thick book, if you make a mistake in a word, you have to start all over again.

There are also unwritten rules, no eating, no going home.Shi Ang asked him to find colored magnets from the hill-like pile of rocks, and after finding all of them, throw them back and do it again.The child regarded Shi Ang's every word as an imperial decree, and followed it silently.

He didn't know at that time that the colorful magnets came from space and were the materials for repairing the holy clothes. There are very few on the earth, and there are only a limited number of them.Compared with diamonds, its value is even higher than that.

Obedience and compliance are the only way for children to contend with fate.After getting along for a period of time, Shi On must have more worries about the little shepherd than hidden worries.Extraordinary talent is not rare in the eyes of the king, but the child's purity and kindness deeply moved him.

The child used sand to make a tomb for the offerings of the mountain god, and placed a carefully selected white stone on the top of the tomb.He clasped his hands together, imitating his father's posture, praying that the soul of the lamb would soon escape from the sea of ​​suffering and be reborn in bliss.He takes good care of the flock and does not tire of the shabby job.

Shi Ang is a man of few words. He spends more time shutting himself in the stone tower, except for assigning homework.The child respected him and never took the initiative to approach the stone tower. Even if the wind and rain suddenly blew up, he would only stay in the wilderness unless Shion called.Not bound by an oath, he obeyed him, as it should be.

The child has changed, like the dawn after the dark night, the spring bamboo shoots sprouting from the ground.Shi On sharpened his temperament, his speech, his behavior, all changed.The cheerful and excited mountain stream has turned into a quiet trickle.

After a long time, one early morning, the sky was just dawn.At the beginning of the smoke in the mountain village, chickens and dogs can hear each other, and there are few passers-by on the yellow mud trail.The child was fully dressed, led the goat, and prepared to go up the mountain as usual, but saw Shi Ang standing in front of him.As when we first met him, he was always a night robe, with silver threads trailing under a heavy mask.

"Son, I'm leaving. I'm here to say goodbye to you."

His old voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Don't come to me in the future. You can't reach the stone tower with your foot strength. It was originally higher and farther away. After I came here, I distorted the space so that you can reach it. You will never be able to go there again. .”

The child was stunned, he never thought that there would be a day when he would part with Shi On, his nostalgia for the old man was revealed from his true feelings.

"No, you don't leave me. If I don't do well enough, I can change it. No one has paid attention to me except you, no one."

The child begged, incoherently.

"If you insist, you can leave with me."

There seemed to be room for maneuver, the child nodded quickly without thinking about it.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"Think clearly, if you leave with me, you will no longer belong here. When you miss home, there is nowhere to go back."

"Mr. Shion, I hope to be like you, I want to change people's situation."

"You won't regret it?"

"No, I've decided, Mr. Shi On."

Shi On walked towards him and stroked Purple's head.

"You wait here, I'll go and say goodbye to your family."

Mu stared at his back with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.He didn't know the world he was about to face, maybe he never really had the power to choose.

Shi On took his little hand, and for a moment, white light shone.Before they came back to their senses, they were already surrounded by the scenery of the stone tower on the top of the mountain.Teleportation, a stunt Shion has never shown in front of the child, it is this superpower that saves his life from the mountain stream.

"Since you have decided to return to the sanctuary with me, I will officially accept you as a disciple now."

"You haven't asked my name yet."

The child opened his big eyes and looked at him expectantly.Shi On stretched out his hand and interrupted the name he was about to say again.

"Forget it, from now on your life will no longer be connected with the past. Your name is Mu, remember, this will be your name from now on."

"Mu?"

"Well, the ancestors of our Jamil family came from a sunken continent. It is said that they are the sons of the stars, who came from the sky, holding a crystal in their hands and shining stars on their heads. Unfortunately, no one has seen it. Your name is that continent."

The child nodded half-understood, he didn't know the story of Camille, let alone the legend of prehistoric civilization.Shi Ang's actions are justified, he doesn't want to say more, and it's inconvenient for him to ask.

The roof of the world, deep in the mountains, the place closest to the sky, this is the holy place for Aries to practice in the past.Facing the child, Shi Ang was condescending, and his words were extremely majestic.

"Your Majesty!"

Hearing the sound, the child bent his knees and knelt down in front of him without hesitation.Shi Ang stretched out his hand and gently traced his eyebrows, and the child followed suit.Where the fingers touched, the eyebrows fell.After completing this action, he ignited his own small universe, and the gust of wind was overshadowed by it, changing the direction of walking.

With his index finger, he tapped each of Mu's eyebrows.A warm current rushed from the forehead to the child's whole body, which was indescribably beneficial.

"All right!"

Shi On let go.

"Now, you can call me Master."

His stalwart body stands proudly on the top of the mountains, accepting the child's kneeling.There is no other god with such a solemn figure.

"Yes, Master!"

The sky is as clean as if washed by water, and the wind blowing on my body seems to be blue.The white flowing clouds are within reach. Which god created the pure land?Under the sky, echoed the child's firm oath.

"Mu, you have to remember."

"One day, your hands will hold the toughest armor."

"Your power will shatter the earth and tear the sky apart."

"Your wisdom will penetrate people's hearts and manipulate the most complicated situations."

"Your status will be that of an extremely human minister, overlooking all living beings."

"Your will will be invincible and affect the world."

"If that day comes, you must remember what I told you, the story of sacrifice."

"Don't forget the laws of the world, fair exchange."

"Don't forget your ideals and beliefs."

"Don't forget the original intention you promised me, for everything you love."

"Don't forget the lamb in the pool of blood."

☆, meet

1.

The snow finally stopped, and the mountains were covered with ice and snow, showing white folds.The stone pagoda on the top of the mountain is located at a height that is difficult for human beings to reach, standing in the vast sky and earth.Occasionally, an eagle flies by, but it does not intend to come to this land of death.The daunting Camille Demonland now has a young new owner.

Mu didn't need to step down the thick snow with one foot deep and one shallow foot, but he still chose this primitive way of walking.Many years ago, he was afraid of Shi On's trial.Now, that has become part of his life.

Shi Ang left, and the child understood all the teacher's intentions overnight.To guard your ideals, faith alone is not enough.He discarded the last trace of fantasy, and accepted the lifestyle his master had chosen for him, which was so harsh that it was almost cruel.

He went back to the mountain village where he lived as a child, and the family related to him moved away long ago.Shi On fulfilled his promise and exchanged Mu's life in a way that was easy for him.As he expected, Mu had nowhere to go back.He succeeded Shion as Camille's master, a large number of holy clothes obeyed his call, and the wandering ghosts obeyed his will.

The interior furnishings are the same as at that time, except for simple living utensils, there are no superfluous things.Shi Ang died, and Mu pondered what he said, imitated what he did, followed his footsteps, and lived in his territory.They were like this, farewell, but never separated.

As usual, he walked among the cliffs, found herbs and went to the market below the mountain to exchange money and buy back necessary daily necessities.The profiteers deliberately belittle the value of herbal medicines, but Mu doesn't care.He takes as much as he gives, he doesn't need much except to survive.

After the snow has passed, it is a good time to go out.In the snow-covered plateau, that is not the case at all.The sun shone, and the underlayer of the snowpack loosened, a slight change enough to cause an avalanche.

Mu went to the market to choose a casserole. He recently read the teacher's herbal notes, and he had a lot of experience, so he wanted to try it himself.The grocery stall had a wide range of products, and there were medicine pots of various shapes, some with long mouths and some with short mouths. He was going to find the best one for use.

A few backpackers passed by him in groups, trendy mountaineering suits, foreigners.Mu frowned habitually. There is always a guy who is not short of money and not afraid of death in this world. He has to save several people in a year.

The guide speaks un-authentic Chinese, which sounds like a bird singing in this remote town.Fortunately, their skin is darker, close to the local residents, and they are less likely to be allergic to ultraviolet rays.In contrast, Mu's snow-white complexion seemed surprised.Perhaps it was this violation that attracted the attention of the mountaineering team.A boy greeted him loudly and walked towards him waving his hands.Mu picked up the casserole for which he had paid, and disappeared across the corner of the street.He doesn't like to strike up a conversation, leaving behind confused travelers and prayer flags fluttering in the wind.

As Mu had guessed, the climbers encountered an avalanche halfway up the mountain.Before he climbed up, Mu had already brewed herbs to dispel cold in the pagoda.The young man who survived the catastrophe was weak, and slowly opened his heavy eyelids.His field of vision started from a crack and gradually widened.

The body is as heavy as lead and does not listen.There is even more terrible, the piercing cold.After regaining some sanity, the teenager found himself lying on a piece of felt with a blanket covering him.The bonfire jumped around him, but he couldn't feel the slightest warmth, and the wind kept blowing past him.

"What the hell is this place?"

His heart was trembling, and the first thing he did after waking up was to chatter his teeth.His consciousness was still very confused, and he only remembered that he and other mountaineering team rested at the foot of the mountain before he fell into a coma.The interpreter asks the locals about the weather and road conditions.He was attracted by the weird commodities in the market, and when he looked up, a person with fair skin and long purple hair came into his sight.

The man was not like the local people, but he wore the same clothes as them, shawls and blouses.The boy was curious, and he didn't even think about what to say when he leaned forward.Fortunately, the other party didn't notice, so he left and disappeared into the bustling streets.

Their goal that day was the mountainside, and the locals did not recommend climbing to a higher place before the snow melted, so they set up camp in a village on the mountainside.The team members set up camp and were busy.The boy put his bag on his back and slipped away quietly.

The mountaineering team doesn't know his secret, he has a bizarre plan to find a lost ancient monument.The vast snow-capped mountains stretch for thousands of miles and are boundless.He staggered through the ice and snow, knee-deep in snow obliterating the road.When he realized that the road ahead was difficult and dangerous, he turned around and saw only his own messy footprints in the vast expanse of white land.

He spanned half of the earth and came with enthusiasm, how could he retreat so easily?Gritting his teeth, the boy put his heart on the line and continued on the road.Temperatures start to drop in the afternoon, and the thaw is colder than the snow.A light meal at noon is not enough to resist the biting cold wind.He opened his bag to look for food, and fiddled with the compass when he was not eating biscuits.A strange thing happened, the compass gurgled and spun, and it was not accurate.

In this rare and uninhabited mountain, the young man panicked.He did the second stupid thing in his life. The first one was to go out without heeding the warning of the mountaineering team.He was anxious and shouted for help, this is the second thing.The only response to his call was a rumbling roar from far to near.He dragged his heavy steps, trying to avoid the rushing snow.After a burst of dizziness, he lost consciousness.

"Ding ding dong dong", the sound of the jars colliding came to the ears, and there was someone.He tried his best to gather his scattered eyes, looking for the figure of that person.A piece of lavender came into view.From vague to clear, it gradually becomes clear and vivid.

It was the back of a young man.The long hair shawl is fluffy and shiny, and it is tied around the waist like a flowing cloud.He is tall and tall, healthy and straight, and from the look of his clothes, he lives a poor life.The person in the cold wind only wore a thin shirt and a shawl, revealing a pair of arms.Sunlight shone in through the uncovered windows, reflecting the young man's skin more radiant than snow.

He turned his back to himself, tinkering with some pots and pans, and the young man suddenly had the urge to look at him head-on.He opened his dry throat, not knowing which language to speak.Unfortunately, he only speaks English and Spanish, and the interpreter just wasn't there.

"You and I…"

His voice was hoarse and he couldn't form a sentence. He only had a few words of Chinese in his mind, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't compose the meaning he wanted to express.

The purple-haired youth turned his head when he heard the voice, and smiled slightly at the boy who survived the avalanche.Against the light, his big green eyes were deep and clear, like a lake.

Isn't he the man in the market?The boy held his breath, and he could think of only one word to describe this person - "saint".

"Are you feeling okay?"

Seeing him wake up, the young man turned back to continue his work, stirring something in the jar.His English is astonishingly clear and fluent.

"I hope you can understand English, you are a traveler from South America."

He paused and switched to another equally fluent language.

"Alternatively, I can speak Spanish."

"No, just speak English, my school speaks English."

The boy was taken aback, his heart pounding.

"You don't have to be surprised, I'm an orphan, living in an orphanage in the Mediterranean. I came here after my adoptive father passed away."

The young man's face became slightly hot when he was talking about the central matter.Then he regretted the man's life experience, he was an orphan and lost his relatives.

"I'm very sorry."

"I'm just saying I'm sorry. Just now I searched through your luggage for first aid. ID card, passport, air ticket, these things are all inside."

The boy was shocked when he heard the words. He struggled to sit up and rummaged around to see if the contents in the backpack were still there.

"Things are by your side. Everything I can find is here. I hope nothing is lost. It's very difficult to lose. I can't dig out the snow."

The purple-haired man pointed to the couch, and the young man groped beside him according to his words. There was a lump of cold things under his tentacles, which was exactly what he was worried about.He opened the backpack, threw the documents and money bag aside, and took out a porcelain mask and an inconspicuous booklet from the bottom layer.

He let out a breath, fell back on the blanket, and pressed the baby in his arms to his chest.

"Thank you so much! Not only did you save my life, but you also preserved this ancient artifact."

The boy stroked the mask in his hand.

"It's called Ixietoli [1], which means face in Aztec."

"Really? It must be very valuable. If the passport is correct, your name is Seth Kamenpus [2], right. I will call you Seth, or Mr. Kamenpus?"

Seth blushed. He was so busy showing off his baby that he forgot to introduce himself.

"Just call me Seth."

Then there was silence, and he heard his own heartbeat beating irregularly.Seth wanted to know the young man's name, but was embarrassed to say it.

"Ding ding dong dong", the sound of porcelain colliding. "Gulu Gulu", the liquid in the pot boiled.The young man fiddled with himself and stopped talking, so the young man had no choice but to lie down and rest.He closed his eyes, but didn't feel sleepy at all.

The bonfire was jumping and crackling not far away.The boy's stiff limbs began to regain consciousness and ache.The ice and snow melted, soaking the clothes, and sticking to the skin was very sticky and uncomfortable.Seth began to fidget, although he was bold, he didn't suffer much.

Just when he was very impatient, the purple-haired youth walked towards him, holding a bowl of steaming hot food in his hand.

"You are lucky, I just bought a medicine pot, and you are the first to enjoy it."

Smiling, he handed the bowl to Set.

"Drink it while it's hot. You've been buried in the snow for so long. If you don't get rid of the cold and damp as soon as possible, your back will be sore and your legs will hurt when you get old."

Seth took the bowl and honestly put it in his mouth.It's so bad!He frowned, and then gulped down his stomach.

"Sore back and legs?"

He thought so far.

"Also, take off your wet clothes. It's not good for you to stick to your skin. Your clothes and flesh were frozen together just now. I dare not pull them out for you. They will tear."

As he spoke, he grabbed the clothes he had prepared and threw them towards Seth.

"Take off the wet clothes and hang them outside overnight to dry them in the morning. Wear mine tonight."

Seth took it with his hand and thanked him again and again.He sneezed gruffly, hesitating whether to undress in front of strangers.Although they are both men, the other party is kind.For some reason, I always lack confidence in front of him.

"It's a little cold for you here, and it will be more uncomfortable at night."

The young man put on his shawl and went out.

"I'm going to put a damper on the window. You can change your clothes, just throw it on the ground. I'm outside, call me if you need something. By the way, I haven't told you that my name is Mu."

He said, walked out, and closed the door behind him.

"Mu", what a beautiful tone.Seth stared at the mask in his hand. His trip was for a continent with the same name.If they were so lucky, so easy to run into their descendants?He couldn't believe his guess.

Mu's clothes are very clean, with a light color. They are old things that have been washed repeatedly, and even the smallest stains cannot be found on them.After changing out the old clothes, the feeling of wetness disappeared immediately, and it was extremely comfortable.Smelling it carefully, there was also the smell of the sun, and he was a little dazed.

There was the sound of small footsteps outside the window, and Mu passed by below.The empty windows were filled with ice boards in a short while, and the wind in the room was less.There is a soft humming coming in from the unfilled window, and with the wind, it seems like a gossamer.

Mu's voice is clear, clean and nice.His singing was faint, as if he did not want to be heard.The looming notes seem to be pastoral songs on the vast grassland.Sorrowful and desolate, reminiscent of the vast sky and the lofty stars.He stretched out his hand to test, but there was no trace to be found.

Music without lyrics, constantly changing positions as Mu moves, Seth is wearing his clothes, his heart is surging and his thoughts are constantly flowing.

2.

Dinner did not improve due to the arrival of distinguished guests.Or maybe it's just because there's nothing else to eat in Mu's stone tower.Aged barley cakes are dry and astringent.Out of kindness, Mutt soaked a bowl of boiling water for Seth and scooped up dehydrated vegetables.

Master Carmenpus has never eaten coarse grain products, and the taste is worse than compressed biscuits.

"I always thought that plateau residents ate beef and mutton."

He choked and whined, very rudely.

Mu is very calm, he has long been used to this kind of food.It’s better if you don’t want to eat, and you can save a meal.

"Some places I don't know, poor people don't have this kind of food. As for myself, I'm vegetarian."

"Aren't you afraid of malnutrition?"

Seth is full of curiosity, regardless of other people's emotions.Mu looked at his bare arms, then glanced at the boy tightly wrapped in felt.

"What do you think?"

The answer is self-evident.

"Are you religious?"

Mu smiled.

"I believe that if you sow melons, you will reap melons, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans."

The meal entered a silent stage, except for the hard chewing of foreigners.

Mu's workmanship is exquisite, and the windshield he made out of ice blocks is the right size and has just been inserted into the window hole.After the sun went down, the room was as warm as before, and the roar of the wind was farther away than before.

"You were buried at the bottom of the snow, but fortunately you were not injured. Take a rest, and you can go down the mountain tomorrow."

The boy scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I don't know where I'm lost, the compass doesn't work."

Mu nodded.

"Well, the magnetic field here is very chaotic, and all instruments that rely on magnetism will fail, probably related to the minerals hidden underground."

He thought for a moment.

"Don't you have a map in your backpack?"

After being reminded by him, Seth quickly dug out a blueprint from his luggage.In addition to the printed pattern, there are also ink marks in various colors.

"This is where I started."

He held out the map in front of Mu, and pointed to the mountain peak on the map.Then move along the marker, eventually stopping on an X-shaped icon.

"This is my destination. I checked the literature, and the ancient books call this place Jamil."

Mu stared at the markers on the map, silent.

"Do you still want to go there?"

Seth replied without thinking: "Of course, otherwise I would risk my life to do something. I just don't know how far it is from the ruins."

Mu smiled: "It's almost there. I happen to know the place marked on the map. But it's getting late and you're tired. Get up early tomorrow. I'll go with you."

Seth couldn't believe his ears, the place he was dreaming of was so close, and he also ran into a tour guide who was familiar with the road.He wanted to twist his thigh to see if he was dreaming.

"That's it, rest early."

After Mu finished speaking, he turned and left.Only then did Seth realize that the room was not only on this floor, but also upstairs.Out of friendliness, the other party let him sleep on the ground floor, which was probably the only place in the tower where there was a bonfire.

Seth blushed, he was embarrassed to beg Mu to stay, but he couldn't restrain his inner fear of the desolate world outside the tower.Here, there is only Mu as a human being.

The owner of the stone tower just raised his legs, feeling the atmosphere was abnormal, looking back, the boy's face was similar to that of pig's blood, he understood and held back his laughter.

"Well, it's very cold tonight, so it's better to sleep by the campfire."

His subtle ridicule was more beautiful to Seth than the sounds of nature.

All the blankets were given to Seth, and to Mu, he was an unbelievably cold guy.Mu's cold tolerance was equally incomprehensible to Seth.He put on a thin shirt, put a piece of cotton cloth under his body, and lay down on the ground.Another was mummified, still shivering.

Seth was lying by the campfire in a daze, imagining the adventure of tomorrow, what it would be like to reach the destination, and in what way the incredible miracle would be displayed.The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but find someone to discuss it with.Mu lay on the other side of the bonfire with his back to him, wondering if he had fallen asleep.

"Mu, are you asleep?"

"Ok?"

"Have you heard of the Jamille family?"

"I only know that this place was a fortress a long time ago, and I don't know anything else."

Luckily he wasn't asleep, thank God.

"My dad was an archaeologist and I grew up playing with these antiques. He was an amazing guy, he led an expedition under the Antarctic ice sheet in 1984 and found this."

He whirled the mask in his hand, full of pride.

"It is said that there was also an ancient human body unearthed together. This mask was taken off his face. My father has always regretted it. After the mask was taken off, the body of the ancient man was weathered. I have no chance to see it."

He sighed deeply, feeling infinite regret.

"Is this related to the Jamil tribe?"

"Well, my father believes that the Camille culture is the purest inheritance of prehistoric civilizations in the Pacific Ocean. They have the same totem, the same characters, and the same genes. According to the analysis of archaeologists, this ancient man is probably the ancestor of Camille."

These words should not be told to outsiders. For some reason, when I saw Mu, I felt a sense of intimacy, as if I knew him a long time ago.He vaguely remembered what was written in a philosophy book: All encounters in life are reunions after a long absence.He didn't say anything, and revealed everything he had seen and heard.Mu lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Seth laughed at himself.

"Is what I said like the Arabian Nights? I didn't believe these things at first. Later, I learned to recognize hieroglyphs, and found many identical symbols from ancient books of Maya, India, and Mesopotamia. The common symbol mu Pronunciation is the symbol of the Pacific cultural circle."

He took out an old yellowed book from under the pillow and held it in his hand.

""Ishutoria", this book was unearthed from the Teotihuacan[1979] site in 3. It is full of hieroglyphs. My father and his friends have translated it for a long time. It is not so much a book as it is It's a prophetic poem."

"In the fifth sun season, the wind will sweep the world, the sun and the moon will be swallowed by sand and dust, the stars will be dimmed, the Feathered Serpent [4] will return to Maya, and lead his children back to Ilysia [5]..."

His childish voice is still there, and he recites a passage of ancient poems, which makes him feel horrified in this deep mountain.

"Is it doomsday theory?"

"No, I believe in the wisdom of the ancients. The ancient Mayans drew star maps and established a calendar. There are many heritages that are beyond the reach of modern technology. According to literature records, the Pacific civilization suffered a catastrophe 1 years ago, and its national power declined. The nobles They migrated to other places and established their own kingdoms. The Mayan Empire, India, and Babylon were all created by them. There is also the Jamil tribe hidden by the plateau and unknown. It is said that they are the most complete descendants of the tradition. I always hope I can see one."

Mu turned sideways, facing the ceiling, thoughtful.He knew Seth meant something, but didn't want to respond.

"These are just guesses and have not been verified. Maybe we have misinterpreted the meaning of the ancients."

"No, I firmly believe that I will definitely find evidence of the existence of the Mu Continent."

There was excitement in his voice.

"Father has been exploring the South China Sea for these years. It is said that he found many ruins on the seabed, and..."

He hesitated whether to say the following words, after all, they were all secrets that had not been made public.

He didn't say anything, but Mu didn't even ask.

"Are you alone, traveling thousands of miles, just to find evidence? Actually, you can be with your father. It's too dangerous to do so."

"It's not a whim, I've been thinking about it for a long time."

Seth couldn't help but protest.

"This book contains the records of this Ishutori. It belongs to the last pure-blooded owner of the Mu Continent. It has been blessed by the four elders. I plan to go to the ruins of the four ancient countries, and I will definitely find out and restart this mask. Methods."

"Restart? Is this possible? It's just an ancient relic, and the owner has long since died. I hope you can find some clues. Aren't these made by the scientific expedition team? Maybe you will become a figure like your father when you grow up, but now You are too young."

Mu turned his head to face him, as if trying to persuade a stubborn child.The burnt firewood made a soft sound and collapsed.The fire light leaped onto his porcelain-like delicate face, flickering on and off, seeing his half-smile, half-smile, as real as it was illusory.

Seth was fascinated by it, he suddenly discovered that this Yixiu Toli looked exactly like him!The facial features and the shape of the face are almost copied from his face, except for the color of the lips.Before meeting Mu, Seth had never thought that there were human beings who looked like this.He finally understood that he must be a survivor of the Mu Continent, Seth firmly believed.

After a while, he suddenly asked a question.

"Mu, can I name this mask after you?"

"Ok?"

"In Mayan legends, everyone has their own unique Ixiu Toli, which stores their souls. The mask and the owner also have a name. You see, it really looks like you. Since it is a relic of Mu Dalu, it is a very suitable name."

"I think, no problem..."

"Thank you."

"Since this thing is a treasure in the archaeological world, is it appropriate for you to bring it out casually like this?"

Mu asked casually, and said what was on the young man's mind.

"I'm going to be 16 soon, and my dad promised me a present for my 16th birthday, and I could pick from all his stuff, I just took it early..."

His defense was unconvincing.

"You run around the world as a minor, is that okay?"

Mu looked at his childish face with complicated emotions.

Cy was like a cat whose tail was stepped on.He ignorantly expressed his heart, proving that he was not a fool, but the result became darker and darker.

"Father's research will never bring me, but I know what he wants to hide. He found a starship on the bottom of the South Pacific Ocean, which is probably a spaceship. And the owner of this mask is not from Earth. His remaining cells have been studied, and there are four DNA strands, twice as many as ours. I saw it from his research notes. Before I was born, there was an accident in the laboratory, and the data on that person was completely destroyed. But I know that my father never gave up, and I will find that continent and let him see it."

After he finished these words in one breath, his heart beat faster and he couldn't help panting.He forgot that the altitude here is 6000 meters, and he did not support such a passionate speech.Mu didn't completely deny what he said, in a sense, he thought it was true.Since following Shion to the Sanctuary, nothing is impossible in his world view, including aliens, demons and ghosts.

It's a pity that Sanctuary has too few records about Continent Mu, and it's not as rich as what the rebellious boy peeped from his father.Shi Ang is indeed from Jamil, Mu couldn't help thinking when he heard these remarks, but he didn't move at all on the surface.

"I see. Calm down, the air here is thin and you will lack oxygen if you talk too much."

He got up and sat next to Seth, patting his back.

"In any case, saving your life is the most important thing."

Seth was disappointed by Mu's reaction.He told him all he knew, words that would amaze anyone who heard them.But Mu didn't take it seriously, acting like it had nothing to do with him.The enthusiasm of the young man was met with cold reception.

He complained as he adjusted his breath.

"Why do you live here? It's hard to breathe."

Mu poured a glass of boiling water and handed it to him.

"Too many words will lead to failure. You lived a life of luxury in America, so you want to come here to suffer? You can't stop it..."

Seth was speechless again.Mu was not a few years older than him, and he spoke in the tone of a dean of students.He was a little weak, drank water, and felt more comfortable in his chest. He fell headfirst on the wool felt, the flames reflected in his blood-colored pupils, shining brightly.

His thoughts began to wander, Maya, starships, ancients, masks... Finally settled in the bottom of his heart, what became clearer and clearer was the tune Mu Bairi hummed.The concise note contains infinite desolation.His life of less than 16 years unexpectedly resonates invisibly, that kind of helpless sadness.

"What's the name of that song?"

He raised his head, full of fascination.

"Which one?"

Mu has already lay back in his position, ready to sleep.

"It's the one you sang during the day, can you teach me?"

"... "

"please…"

"I don't know the title of the song. An old man sang it in the past. After listening to it a lot, I will know it."

He felt sore, thinking of Shi On.

"Any lyrics?"

"Yes, but it's in Camille, so I can only speak in a general way."

"Can you tell me?"

Sow seeds in the fields before dawn comes and the sun shines.

Sowing seeds in the fields before the rain hits and drenches my hair.

There is my little home in the shadow of the vine.Weaving flax, chasing lambs.

I live here singing songs, though you are gone.

Sow seeds in the fields before dawn comes and the wind freezes the ground.

Sow seeds in the fields before the rains come and tears freeze my eyes.

There is my little home in the shadow of the vine.Weaving flax, chasing lambs.

I live here singing songs, though you are gone. "

His singing voice is crisp and clear, accompanied by the wind outside the window, it takes away the soul of people.

The ancient and simple language, the music with thousands of twists and turns.Seth was tired, and slowly closed his heavy eyelids.He hugged Ishutoli tightly, a crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.

The boy had a dream, he was in the dark, Mu stood in the stone tower, looking at him, it seemed that he didn't know each other.He pulled a handful of smooth purple hair, and wanted to ask a question, but at this moment, the picture suddenly disappeared, and then there was nothing.

Seth woke up from the dream, gasping for breath.He fixed his eyes and saw that Mu was still here, which was great, and the roar outside the window seemed no longer scary.

3.

Seth woke up early the next day. He was woken up by the cold, and the sun was deader than midnight when the sun rose.He thought it was still early, and Mu was already gone.

The boy shrugged awkwardly