Precision instinct loses its effectiveness.

Because how to calculate time? How to calculate something like vitality?

Tang Ling squatted on the root of the tree, slashing the fish one by one, then gritted her teeth again and again, holding her tears back into her eyes.

The fillets will be scalded soon, just one or two minutes.

Here I pulled a handful of purple ginger leaves that could be seen everywhere and put them in the soup to warm the body.

Tang Ling had no other idea. He stubbornly wanted to make the simplest meal, because he wanted to make such the simplest warmth that could accompany Su Xiao's next lonely time and resist the coldness and loneliness that one would sleep for a long time alone.

How long will he sleep alone? Tang Ling was so sad.

The hot fish soup was placed on the small round table, and Tang Ling carried Su Xiao over.

Su Xiao was always a little confused, but he had not had a long nap yet. He got much older again and his hands began to tremble constantly.

Tang Ling silently served a bowl of fish fillet soup and fed the hot fish fillets to Su Xiao's mouth.

There are no fish bones, you can swallow it with a slight sip.

Su Xiao nodded slightly, saying that it was delicious, but soon a hint of self-deprecating gaze appeared in his eyes. Has it reached this point? He had to feed him when he had to eat.

"Uncle, even if you are lively, I should feed you food. This is the reason." What is this? Tang Ling couldn't express it well at all. As always, he would be confused when he was at the saddest time.

"Give it" Su Xiao handed the two black-skinned booklets to Tang Ling, then took a sip of the soup, and said with difficulty: "Map, lead to the Dark Harbor, otherwise you will have to die among these mountains."

"The other book records a lot of things, you have to read it."

"Yes." Tang Ling nodded.

"I'm going to die, right?" Su Xiao pushed away the bowl. He really couldn't eat it anymore, but he was very satisfied. He didn't expect that he would be so peaceful when he returned, and he was guarding his side as half a son.

I could have a hot meal, and then I lie peacefully among the mushrooms in the house that carries his countless thoughts and fell asleep peacefully.

Everything is fine, all that is left is waiting.

"Smoke, smoke a cigarette." Su Xiao leaned halfway against the tatami.

"Yes." Tang Ling silently lit a cigarette, handed it to Su Xiao, and found another comfortable position, putting his body on the tatami.

Then, Tang Ling stood up and covered Su Xiao's body with a black cloak.

Because the house became a little cold.

Su Xiao stroked the black cloak and suddenly said, "This is what my wife did for me, but she died. Once I came back from the war, she died in the hands of her enemies."

"I'm taking revenge." Su Xiao looked at Tang Ling and forced a smile.

Tang Ling held Su Xiao's hand tightly.

"It's a little cold." Su Xiao shrank, then looked at Tang Ling and said, "I have a daughter, she's gone."

"Her name is Sulu."

"From the future, help me find her. Take her here and tell her that I miss her very much. She will understand when she sees this room."

Su Xiao clenched Tang Ling's hand tightly.

Tang Ling nodded. He actually understood that this pink light was full of childlike arrangement, and that rag doll was liked by the little girl.

"When I am bored, I will come here to do wood carvings. It's true. This is the hobby of the crazy lion Su Xiao." Su Xiao's eyes narrowed.

Tang Ling did not move, and the rapidly decreasing temperature made people subconsciously not want to move.

The big belly worm in the house flew away, it was too cold here.

So, the house became dark.

"What, why did you fly away?" Su Xiao was a little puzzled.

Tang Ling gritted her teeth, and her other clenched fist trembled violently.

“What weather is outside?”

"It's raining soon, and it's raining in early autumn." Tang Ling tried to keep his tone steady.

"Well, that's how I, Su Xiao, will die on a rainy day." Su Xiao's words began to be vague, and almost every word was rolling in his throat.

But Tang Ling could understand.

"Rona is in Ximi City. If you can go, you can see her. Tell her that I have found another woman and have a bunch of children."

"Um."

"That box, open it, I think you can have a way to open it, but don't brute forcefully. I'm not very relieved to you."

"Yeah." Tang Ling saw the ice spreading rapidly, and was about to freeze up.

"The dragon army has lurked, but the old dragon army is no longer important. What's important is that you should look for the people on the list prepared by Tang Feng for you. They will become your most important partners."

Tang Ling was silent, but soon he said "um" again, and Uncle Su Xiao was about to fall asleep. There was no need for him to be angry with himself before going to bed. He wanted to have a good dream.

"I know you don't want to listen, but my best brother in my life is Tang Feng, and Tang Feng is your father." Su Xiao tightened Tang Ling's hand and Bo Bing frozen his feet.

The whole room was filled with a misty mist, and every trace of inhalation could make people tremble.

Tang Ling can still tolerate such a warmth for a while, and he wants to spend more time with his uncle.

Because in the following days, every minute and every second, he will be very lonely and can only sleep here quietly alone.

"Take it." Su Yao raised his other hand a little hard, and a Zhengjing coin lay in his open palm.

Tang Ling held it silently in his hand and held it tightly.

"I, I, I also think you are a son. Since you were born, it was, yes." Su Xiao closed his eyes. It was so cold that it made people want to sleep.

"Well, yes, father. I think so too." Tang Ling shed a tear and was frozen before she could slip out of her eyes.

"I'll sleep for a while." The cigarette that had not yet been smoked was frozen in Su Xiao's mouth.

"Okay, sleep well. I will come to wake you up." Tang Ling let go of Su Xiao's hand, and the layers of thin ice shattered.

Tang Ling pursed the corners of his lips, as if he was worried, but he was unwilling to accept it: "Uncle? Uncle?"

There was no response in the dark room, and the temperature dropped sharply from this moment!

Tang Ling was silent and quickly stuffed two black booklets into her backpack, lifted the black Dori's box, and put on her backpack.

He walked to Su Xiao, took off the cigarette rolls on his lips in the darkness and placed them on the table. The steaming fish soup on the table had already condensed into ice.

"I will wake you up." Tang Ling's voice trembled word by word, echoing in the house. Then he rushed out of the house mushrooms and tightened the gaps in the house mushrooms.

His body was covered with a thin layer of ice. He stepped on the interlaced tree roots and left for more than ten meters, then turned around.

The sharp temperature difference quickly made the thin ice on his body turn into water.

Tang Ling was wet and stood like this, watching the mushrooms in the house gradually condense into a large cube of ice.

From then on, this big ice will become Tang Ling's eternal concern.

**

What kind of mood will a person feel when he is most sad? What kind of thoughts do he have?

Tang Ling experienced such moments twice in total.

Once, it was the departure of my mother-in-law and sister.

Once, Su Xiao's sleep was in a deep sleep.

So, he was very qualified to answer, and he was blank, numb, had no purpose, no direction, and didn't know what to do?

Just like now, Tang Ling has been leaning beside the Wugen Tree and has been in a daze for almost two hours.

The green, blue, and white leaves kept floating in his eyes, trembling slightly in the falling autumn rain, as if reflected in an empty mirror.

You should remember something, right? You should do something, right?

In this way, memories will come and he will see the person he wants to see in the memories.

So, Tang Ling took the black box and of course he knew how to open it. There were many numbers arranged in messy arrangement on the box, and the track that looked very artistic.

These tracks ended up in the hands of a statue of a little girl with sweet smile and cold eyes.

Very artistic.

Tang Ling began to pull several of the numbers.

63527.

When these five numbers gathered in the little girl's hands, a "splash" sound came from the box and it opened easily.

What's in the box? Tang Ling is not curious at all.

He numbly opened the box, and a silver, palm-sized piece of paper lies lying in the box.

Tang Ling picked up this piece of stuff, and there was nothing on the front.

There is a line of twisted words at the back, written in a black pen without the great quarks and treasures that Rockel cannot steal, such as this "Horror Lullaby" list.

List of horror lullabys? Tang Ling's eyes turned red, and then tears fell on this silver page with the autumn rain.

Tang Ling was not curious at all why the so-called "horror lullaby" list is a blank silver page without words.
To be continued...