The two shadows began to struggle, "There is still Nian Nian."
"She is sick!"
The man held him down again and said, "If you need to treat the disease, treat it. We know it."
"You don't have to worry about her."
"When we have our hands free, we will naturally bring her over."
Double Shadow, no, I should say Yuan Xin Sui.
When the subject falls into deep sleep, his soul will temporarily fall on the double shadow's body. When the subject dies, it will completely move and take root in the double shadow's body, similar to the golden cicada escaping its shell.
He was very uncomfortable. Sitting on the broad shoulders of the adults, it was as if there were needles pricking him underneath, making him restless.
"What are you doing!" Unexpectedly, his butt was slapped hard.
Yuan Xinsui was anxious, but someone held his shoulders.
He looked down at his hands, feeling that he could no longer use his spiritual or spiritual power.
As he watched, he was weightless in the air and was suddenly lifted down. In the blink of an eye, he was placed on an empty grass field.
His legs sank into the mud with a 'squeak' sound. Yuan Xinsui frowned subconsciously and wanted to lift his feet to leave. There was soft sand and sticky muddy water underneath.
There were also loaches squeaking into the gaps in his trouser legs.
Yuan Xinsui dodged left and right unaccustomed to it, with a clean-freak look on his face that made the people around him laugh non-stop, especially when he hurriedly tried to dodge, because his body was too small and he was not used to it, so he suddenly jumped forward and fell to his feet.
When he raised his head to the sky, the laughter was very deafening.
"Come on, build something and bring it out."
A man squatted down in front of him, with a piercing beard on his face. He looked at Yuan Xinsui with a smile and a pair of big eyes, "This disease is very stubborn and cannot be cured easily, so it cannot be cured in vain.
Although what I said before was to tease you, the test is not to tease you."
When Yuan Xinsui heard this, his expression became much more serious. A serious and mature look fell on his small face, giving him a sense of separation.
But the man raised his hand and pointed at the puddle of sand and said, "Just follow this and build a house."
There were houses one after another in front of him.
The one at the front is a huge library.
That's it?
Pile sand?
Yuan Xinsui looked at the group of people warily.
These people are the obsessions left by the Xian clan, but their obsession actually makes him pile sand?
"What are you doing standing still?" A small hand pushed Yuan Xinsui's shoulder, "It's piled up."
Those adults have disappeared.
Only a group of half-year-old children were left, and they very skillfully began to roll up their trouser legs and sleeves, "We must pile them up before the sun goes down, otherwise we will not be able to make it in time for dinner!"
Yuan Xinsui looked left and right but didn't see those obsessive figures, only a group of children were left.
These kids are obviously not real either.
But he had no other way. Yin Nian must be trapped, and all his spiritual power could not be used.
Yuan Xin's broken hands were submerged in the sand, but he found that the sand was warmed by the sun and did not chill his hands.
He was worried and worried in his heart. When he came to his senses amidst the laughter of the children around him, he realized that the sand library under his hands was in a complete mess.
"He can't pile sand."
"If you don't pile sand, you can't get the reward."
He was surrounded by a group of children of the same height. They frowned and commented like little teachers, "The mud is too soft. You can't stand up like this."
Yuan Xinsui was taught step by step how to use the best sand to build the strongest fortress.
He was originally the one who controlled the wind and rain outside, but here he was forced to sweat profusely by a handful of sand.
The sand that was supposed to solidify always spread out in his palms. The more anxious he was, the worse he could do it.
"You do it slowly."
The child next to him looked at him with his face in his hands, "The sun hasn't set yet."
Yuan Xinsui raised his head and glanced. It must have been a long time, but the sun didn't move at all.
But the children didn't find it strange either.
"Don't you know how to pile sand?" The children patted his shoulders to comfort him like little adults, "Once they are born, they become familiar again. We will play with you every day from now on, and we will build the most beautiful sand house in the world.
."
The sun still hangs unchanged in the sky.
However, their faces did not turn red because of the scorching sun.
This sun.
This sand.
And these children.
They are all fixed, they do not really exist, they have died in the cruel war, and their souls rest here, becoming the sun that never sets.
Yuan Xinsui stared at the children happily making a ball for a long time.
But in these long years.
Have you really found rest?
Suddenly his wrist was grabbed.
Someone leaned over, smiled and cheered: "You succeeded!"
Yuan Xinsui lowered his head.
The sand in my hands has been squeezed tightly and will never be released.
Yes, he succeeded.
Yuan Xinsui lowered his head and made the solidified sand into a door.
The children around them clapped their hands excitedly and began to boast, "You are so smart. The children of our Xian clan are the smartest."
"This door is very square! There is no better door than this."
"Next time we can add a few more towers!"
"We can give you the opportunity to build the left tower. You must know that this job was always done by the best people."
Yuan Xinsui looked at the pile of sand on the ground and raised his head again. The surrounding area was silent. The scenery had completely changed. The pile of sand was gone, and the sun and children were gone.
He entered a room where numerous steamers had been set up, steaming out.
In an instant, his forehead was covered with sweat. This confined space subconsciously made Yuan Xinsui nervous.
Until a chuckle came from behind.
Yuan Xinsui suddenly turned his head and saw a group of women carrying big wooden basins one after another and said with a smile: "What are you doing standing around? Come and help. Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. Those who don't help won't have rice dumplings to eat!"
In the wooden basin were pieces of glutinous rice that were as round and plump as small pearls.
There are also cleanly washed rice dumpling leaves and tied ropes.
Yuan Xinsui hurriedly said: "Fool, I have already..."
Before he could finish his words, a fat aunt pressed his neck onto a small stool that was suitable for him, "Why are you so anxious? Someone will check whether your ride is good or not. It's not like there is only one test."
"Here, make the rice dumplings. If you don't make them well, we won't be able to cure such a difficult disease. If you make them well, there will be rewards."
Yuan Xinsui was extremely worried, but looking at these people's friendly but unquestionable expressions, he still frowned and picked up the glutinous rice.
That’s fine.
Stacking sand is not his strong point.
But he still has some confidence in his cooking skills.
I just don’t know what the purpose of this combination of sand and rice dumplings is.
He also had no idea how to pass the assessment and who was actually taking the assessment.
But now, outside, on the empty sand.
A figure was pushed and squeezed over.
There was obviously no one around.
But Yin Nian just staggered when he walked.
"Hey, don't push me. I know. If you push me again, I'll hit you! If you have the ability, come out and let's fight!"
While Yin Nian was pushed forward, she kept swinging her dragon knife back, but she couldn't catch the people pushing her.
Until a certain moment, the hands pushing her forward suddenly stopped pushing.
Yin Nian barely stood still.
Looking down, I found a house made of sand.
Yin Nian knelt down and stared at the sand house for a long time. The atmosphere around him seemed to have become tense invisibly.
After a while, Yin Nian curled his lips and said, "Eh! So ugly!"
Bang!
She was pushed into the sand by an invisible hand that suddenly exerted a lot of force.