"It can be extended from this line of words," the little girl stood by the door and said softly to Mo Yu, "The owner of this garden should be one of the last ones to 'dead', and he seems to have the habit of recording events. We should be able to find some clues from this yard."

"Um."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, looked at her sister's soft and weak look, and couldn't help but move her little face.

Mo Yue, who is thinking seriously: [?_??]

Just as Mo Yu was about to push open the door, an old man with a hunchback arrived at the door and gently knocked on the door.

"Come,"

A young man's response came from the yard. Soon, the gate of the yard was slowly opened, and a figure of a young scholar appeared at the door.

"Yang Sheng," the old man saw the scholar open the door and slowly raised his hand, "How is the book we master want to copy?"

"It's about to get ready, it's about to get ready," said the young man called Yang Sheng quickly, "I'll send it to Mr. Ben Li later today."

"If you copy these books, you will be used as a primary school student for children in the school. This is the emperor's decree. Don't get into the scriptures again this time and delay your business."

Yang Sheng seemed to be unrestrained in his previous work, and the old man spoke out to remind him again.

"I know what I know."

Yang Sheng quickly bowed and responded.

The old man looked at Yang Sheng with concern, and finally shook his hand and turned around and left.

Mo Yu and Mo Yue followed the gap when Yang Sheng opened the door, pushed the door a little wider and entered the yard.

The yard is a bit desolate, with only one stone table, two or three stone benches, and there is only one thatched house inside.

Yang Sheng looked up at the door that was pushed open by Mo Yu, and shook his head while pulling on the door.

"The wind is so strong today."

"Wu Si Jiang Youtian, Emperor Ming Fan Guang." Mo Yue said softly, "In the era of the Heavenly Palace, the one who ruled Wu Si Jiang Youtian was a god named Ming Fan Guang. The emperor mentioned by the old man just now should be the Ming Fan Guang."

Then she walked to the courtyard wall, and many simple pictures were drawn on the wall. These pictures were originally very deep, but the traces of time had become very shallow. These pictures were all very sloppy, as if they were drawn in a hurry in a very short time.

"Yang Sheng is a scholar, why doesn't he record these things in words?"

Mo Yu also walked to these pictures and sighed softly.

"He should have tried to record with words before," Mo Yue's hand touched the wall of the picture and reached the very edge of the picture. The wall on the picture was much thinner than the wall without pictures. There were some words scratched by random knives on the wall without pictures.

"But it was erased, and in the end he chose to record these stories with pictures."

Then the girl turned her gaze back to the first painting, which contained the sun and moon covered by thick dark clouds, a majestic giant, and countless villains following the giant, and behind the little man there were countless twisted lines that were catching the little man.

"This painting should be about the beginning of the twilight era. When disaster suddenly came, the sun and the moon were covered by dark clouds. This giant should refer to the gods who ruled Wusijiang Youtian, Ming Fanguang, the gods were born in people's fantasies, and they were huge in size."

Mo Yue's fingertips stroked this picture,

"This should mean that when disaster strikes, the sky is covered and the earth is polluted. Ming Fanguang takes Wusijiang from the people of Tian to migrate to a safe place."

Speaking of this, Mo Yue paused and continued to look down. The next picture painted the same thing as a building, and the giant stood in front of a passage, and the upper and lower layers of the passage were blackened.

"Ming Fanguang took his people to the passage of the Heavenly Palace, but found that the upper and lower ends of the passage were polluted."

Mo Yue continued to walk along the picture, and the next picture was when the giant led the little people to abandon the passage and headed to another place, and finally arrived at a new area, where the twisted lines following behind them disappeared.

"So they had to go to another direction, following behind them, the twisted lines that express pollution disappeared, and they should have reached a pure land that was not 'polluted'."

Speaking of this, Mo Yue paused and looked at the next picture. A huge giant sat at the center, and rounds of light appeared behind his head. Countless villains built houses and cultivated farmland.

"They live and work in this pure land to avoid pollution outside."

All the pictures came to an abrupt end here.

It seems like a beautiful story of successfully avoiding disasters, if we don’t consider that they are now in the dark, surrounded by omnipresent pollution, and pretending to be alive by the tentacles.

"So what happened that caused this to become like this?"

Mo Yu glanced around and his attention returned to the scholar Yang Sheng.

At this moment, Yang Sheng was sitting in front of the stone bench, holding a bald pen holder. Next to the stone table was a stack of decaying paper. He was writing in the air, as if he was really copying something.

Mo Yue looked at the picture on the wall and fell into some contemplation.

Mo Yu asked Xiao Ai to protect her contemplative sister, and he walked to the only room in the yard. He gently pushed open the decaying wooden door. There was a dilapidated wooden bed in the room, and there were some things on the bed that were suspected to be stuck together like bedding.

The bedding was not 'neat' and seemed to be lying here until the last moment they were used.

Mo Yu slowly walked towards the bed, with messy fonts carved on the edge of the bed.

Mo Yu continued to move forward and carefully observed these fonts. The fonts in front still looked neat.

"The monsters chasing us are gone, but I still feel a little uneasy."

"I tell everyone my anxiety, everyone doesn't believe me, I want to record these."

"Everyone said this is a pure land."

"The Emperor is at the end of the road, and I'm going to meet him."

"I went to see the Emperor. He still looked dignified and kind. There was a mountain behind him, and I couldn't see his back."

"The guard who tried to bypass the back mountain was stopped."

"The guards became strange, and their clothes completely covered their lower bodies."

"I found the loophole in the Emperor's guard. As long as this is the case, I can see the Emperor's back."

The following fonts become extremely messy.

"The guards have become monsters, and they have no legs under their feet. I want to tell the Emperor!"

"Emperor! Emperor!"

These two emperors were almost inconvenient and could not see clearly, as if they were portrayed in a process of nervous trembling. Under these two sentences "The Emperor", the owner who portrayed these fonts seemed to have become calmer, so the following sentence became a little clearer.

"I want to tell everyone about this!"

But then there are messy fonts below that are hard to see clearly.

"Legs, legs, everyone is dead, everyone is dead"

“I should, too”

All the handwriting stopped here, and a knife fell on the edge of the bed, just under the last word "大".

A scholar curled up on the bed appeared in Mo Yu's mind, and he was carved with these fonts in fear and trembling.

As for what he encountered in the end, you can know from the "Yang Sheng" outside who was already connected to the tentacles.

At this time, a gentle footsteps came from the door, and Mo Yue, who was a little weak, walked in.

"Brother, have you found anything here?"

Mo Yu turned his body to let Mo Yue see the fonts engraved on the wall.

The little girl stopped in front of those fonts, gently stroked the marks with her green onion fingers.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Yu asked softly.

"It's okay," Mo Yue shook her head and turned to look at her brother, "The only problem now is to find this god named Ming Fanguang."

"Well," Mo Yu nodded, "It seems that this god originally wanted to protect his people, but he was polluted. The key to controlling Wusijiang Youtian might be with him."

"Well," Mo Yue nodded slightly, "It says that the Emperor is at the end of the road, maybe we can go and have a look."

The brother and sister went out together and happened to see Yang Sheng copying something at the door. They passed by Yang Sheng. Mo Yue looked down at Yang Sheng's long clothes, and his entire lower body was wrapped in his clothes.

The two walked out of the courtyard, closed the door, and returned to the street again.

Mo Yu originally wanted to pick up his sister and rushed over quickly, but Mo Yue refused.

After walking a few steps, Mo Yue suddenly coughed twice and leaned weakly on the door of a family. Mo Yu quickly grabbed his sister, but Mo Yue's reliance just now pushed the hidden door open.

The owner of the room was chatting with someone at the door, and seemed to have not noticed that the door beside him was pushed open. After the chat, he slowly pulled up the door and returned home.

"Show off your strength? You can't walk steadily, but you still show off your strength."

Mo Yu took his eyes back from the closed gate, and looked at his sister in his arms, and blamed her a little.

"Um···"

Mo Yue covered her mouth and leaned weakly on her brother, responding as if she was as thin as a mosquito.

If the heart is more than the stem, it will be better than the disease of Xizi.

Although Xi Shi recovered from his illness in two days, he could kill a cow with one punch.

"It's leaving,"

Holding her sister up, Mo Yu's figure shuttled between the rows of wooden houses.

Soon, they arrived at the end of the street.

The first thing that caught their eye was two huge pairs of legs.

Ming Fanguang is indeed a great giant as the picture says.

At this distance, Mo Yu could already see the general outline of Ming Fanguang. He seemed to be thirty or forty meters high when he sat cross-legged just by sitting cross-legged. His eyes were closed, and his body was keeping his sitting cross-legged. A completely dim light wheel was quietly suspended behind his head.

He seemed to have completely fallen into a state of dead silence, motionless.

Mo Yu turned his eyes to the mountain bag behind him.

"Let's go to the back mountain to take a look."
Chapter completed!