The scenes in the memories emerged in Xiaolan's mind one by one, and she suddenly understood what Huolian meant.
"He is the man who led the villagers at the foot of the mountain to prevent us from leaving two years ago."
No wonder I felt that Fan Tong's face looked familiar.
Maybe I've realized it, but I can't equate Fantong's face with the fierce face in my memory.
"You have indeed met him."
"But... Fan Tong is not a bad boy," Xiao Lan showed a doubtful expression on life, "At least, at that time..."
"Maybe it's because, in your world, the person he met was you," Huolian smiled, "After all, you are not the Huolian with the dirty curse."
"I...that's not what I meant."
"I know," Huolian continued the topic he just talked about, "I didn't find Ran'er's prophet blood, but from Rice Tong, I learned that the other two books were in Ran'er's coffin, so I decided
First go back to the ghost forest to look for the remaining two books, and then go back to the village to look for them."
"Wait a minute," Xiaolan raised her hand, "Didn't you find the skeleton on the roof?"
"Actually..." Huolian said tactfully, "Not everyone who goes to someone else's house to look for something will climb to the roof..."
Xiaolan felt like she was being insulted, "I don't often climb on other people's roofs, don't get me wrong."
"I understand, I understand..."
It feels even more unclear to explain.
"Well...then what's next?"
"What happened next is similar to your experience," Huolian said. "We found the two books. On the way back to the village, Daddy accidentally mentioned the box on the roof. I thought there might be something hidden there.
At that time, I never thought that it was actually my child, but just like that, I fell into their ambush for the second time..."
Xiaolan couldn't hold back again and interrupted Huolian's words with gestures, "Is that the figure I saw in the woods you?"
Huolian nodded shyly, "I always have to guide you forward."
"Why did you tear up the third book?" Xiaolan asked puzzledly, "Is it because I can't see the content in the book?"
"No," Huo Lian's face turned gloomy, "To be precise, the figure you saw was not the me in front of you, but the me at that time. I didn't hide what you meant. That book...
It was torn apart by who I was at that time.”
"What's in the book?"
Huolian hesitated for a while, and Xiaolan saw the darkness suddenly covering her eyes, and the ominous feeling that had just dissipated came back again.
"Can't you say it?" Xiaolan asked softly.
I can't just forget it. In fact, I'm not that curious. If I get into bad luck because of this matter, then it's really...
"No, there is nothing that cannot be said," Huolian's arms holding the baby tightened slightly, "The third book tells the story of how Ran'er became a prophet, and I was mentioned in the book..."
"Oh..." Xiaolan understood.
I guess I didn't see anything good to say, so I tore it up in anger.
"But it doesn't matter to me," Huolian smiled sadly, "After all, I'm used to their names, but they... they actually said that my child is a devil. My child... is a devil..."
Huolian's body trembled violently, and the veins on his neck popped out. When Xiaolan saw this, he stood there and opened his mouth at a loss. It took him a long time to spit out a few words, "You... calm down."
Well, it's better not to say anything.
But Huolian really calmed down, her breathing gradually became calmer, and after the red bloodshot eyes disappeared, she glanced at Xiaolan sheepishly, "Just kidding."
"It's okay," Xiaolan waved her hand quickly, "I understand, if it were me, I might tear up the book."
After hearing Xiaolan's words, Huolian's eyes suddenly brightened, but she quickly returned to normal, sat back on the sofa, and continued talking.
"This time, they imprisoned me in the big altar," Huolian said. "When I was caught, I asked Fan Tong to fetch something from the roof. I thought it was Ran'er's blood. I thought, even if
Before I die, I want to get the last bottle of blood that Ran'er left in this world. I can't let Ran'er stay here alone, but I didn't expect that that was my child. Yes, just as you thought
, it was my child who saved me.”
"Your child?"
At that time, I did hear the sound of fingernails scratching the iron door of the altar. Was it really the child of Fire Lotus outside?
"It was my child who opened the door," Huolian lowered his head lovingly and stared at the baby in his arms, "It was my child who made the fire spread. He saved me, he saved my mother...
"
Xiaolan became confused.
"Why does your child have this power?"
When Huolian gave birth to this dead baby, he was still a normal person. Where did the power of this dead baby come from?
Are the villagers right? Is this child really a devil?
Huolian raised her head gently and spoke. Instead of answering Xiaolan's question, she suddenly asked another question, "Do you know what immortality is?"
"Immortality?" Xiaolan was confused again, "Even if you live forever... you won't die..."
An unknown smile appeared on Huolian's face, "What happens next?"
"Just...live in the human world forever. Isn't this what immortality is?"
"Then do you think," Huolian's voice suddenly became ethereal, "are people who can live forever still human?"
Xiaolan was asked.
Where have I seen real immortality? Wu Ren, Baobao, Lao Mu, it seems, they are the only ones...
"It's God," Xiaolan said almost to herself, "Only God can live forever."
"Yes, only gods can live forever," Huolian heard the satisfactory answer, her pupils flickered, and she said eagerly, "So, my child, he is not a devil..."
Xiaolan seemed to know what she wanted to say.
For some reason, Xiaolan resisted that answer.
She stared straight at Huolian, watching the two pink lips move up and down firmly, and the voice floated into Xiaolan's ears from a very far away place.
"My child is the son of God..."
"And I am God."
Her voice echoed, and Xiaolan didn't know whether it was echoing in the room or in her own ears.
"god……"
Xiaolan looked at Huolian sitting backlit, a hazy golden halo shrouded her body, making her whole person look holy and bright, but Xiaolan felt an indescribable chill in her heart.
Why do you feel this way?
Two words jumped out in my mind.
Perhaps, this is the reason.
Xiaolan raised her chin slightly and looked quietly at Huolian, who showed a divine posture.