The people who were about to sacrifice their lives calmly looked out the window at the rainy night, but on the contrary, they, the bystanders, felt restless.
Xiaolan's eyes alternated back and forth between the boy's and girl's faces.
They were no longer afraid or angry, and the six of them had the same expression on their faces.
A strong sense of fate.
Xiaolan didn't know what she would see later, but she was actually very grateful that she had the opportunity to accompany them to the end in this way.
I believe others think the same way.
Especially asking for help.
Wen Ling stood next to his grandfather, and the grandfather and grandson looked out the window together.
The raindrops pattered unevenly.
Xiaolan quietly walked to Grandpa Wenling's side and looked at his profile.
Grandpa Wenling closed his eyes and moved his lips, as if he was reciting something silently.
Xiaolan moved closer, but couldn't hear clearly at all.
Qin Yin walked up behind her, hugged Xiaolan's shoulders, and made a helpless expression at her.
Before Xiaolan could speak, suddenly, the surrounding environment suddenly became brighter.
"This..." Qin Yin covered her eyes with her hands.
Xiaolan squinted her eyes and found that they were still standing in the same place, but it was suddenly dawn.
Grandpa Wen Ling is still standing in that position.
He still maintained that posture, motionless.
Xiaolan turned back and looked at the clock on the wall.
Sure enough, it was noon the next day.
Zhizhi stood up from the chair and said, "Ask Mr...."
Grandpa Wenling suddenly opened his eyes.
"now……"
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud rumble came from not far away, and everyone in the room was shocked.
Luo Jiutian quickly walked to the window and looked outside.
"Can you see it?" The fool also came closer.
"I can't see it," Luo Jiutian shook his head, "But it should be right..."
Everyone exchanged looks.
"Landslide."
Grandpa Wenling let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and looked at everyone in the room.
"Start getting ready."
Grandpa Wenling seemed to have aged ten years, his shoulders slumped weakly, and even the light in his gray eyes seemed to be dimmed.
The mother-in-law unfolded a velvet package, and inside the package was a small white porcelain cup.
When the girl saw the small cup, she trembled slightly and asked, "Should we put our eyes here?"
The mother-in-law said nothing and just nodded.
The boy raised his hand and touched his eye sockets.
"Shall we leave now?" Zhizhi asked.
"There's no rush," Grandpa Wenling walked towards the bamboo chair next to the calligraphy table, his steps staggering a little, "They are coming in the evening, let's... say goodbye to Weiruo."
But they failed to see the farewell ceremony of the six people.
Just as Xiaolan's eyes adapted to the bright light, the daylight gradually dimmed, and a little moisture suddenly appeared in the air. Xiaolan closed her eyes, and then opened them again, and a wisp of cold rain drifted into her eyes.
Among the bamboo forest.
Six people were already sitting in the open space, forming a regular hexagon, with the porcelain cup placed among them.
It was already getting late, the rain was not heavy, and the stars and moon could even be seen in the sky.
Their eyes are still there.
"They are here," the uncle's eyes narrowed slightly and his ears moved, "They are in the stockade."
Xiaolan hurriedly looked in the direction of the village.
But all she could see was darkness.
Aunt Zhizhi suddenly burst into tears.
"Gardenia..."
"No, I have no regrets," Zhizhi stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears. Unexpectedly, the tears flowed more and more. "I just thought that I would never see my child again..."
Upon hearing her words, the boy choked up.
The girl lowered her head deeply.
"But from now on," the mother-in-law said softly, "your children will always be safe."
"Yeah..." Zhizhi sniffed, "It's all worth it."
"Sir, do you want to start?" asked the uncle.
Grandpa Wenling looked blankly into the depths of the bamboo forest, as if he had not heard their conversation.
After a while, a vague word came out of his mouth.
"spirit……"
"What?" Uncle asked with a frown.
"It's nothing," Grandpa Wenling withdrew his eyes, looked at all of them one by one, and finally said with a relieved smile, "Let's get started."
Xiaolan silently clasped her hands.
Wen Ling's breathing became a little rapid.
The six of them looked at each other deeply.
This night, this rain, this bamboo forest, these people.
This is the last look.
Then, the six people raised their hands almost simultaneously, covering their eyes with their palms.
Fortunately, there were no bloody scenes.
Countless golden-white star points floated out from the palms covered by the six people.
"The divine eye of the prophet returns to the divine heaven..."
The six people chanted in unison, and the six different voices blended together, and it sounded like Sanskrit music ringing in the ears.
"Bless me Sanyan and peace for a hundred years..."
Xiaolan seemed to see a hand enveloping Sanyan's new home in the distance with the power derived from sacrifice.
This is an alien race that bears both blessings and curses.
Weakness, short life.
But they have their own way of survival.
In fact, speaking of it, it is the same as all other living beings.
Use sacrifice in exchange for protection.
"It hurts so much..." the boy trembled and moaned.
Zhizhi and her uncle's bodies were also trembling violently, and two lines of liquid slid down their cheeks. It was unclear whether they were tears or rain.
But no one put their hands down.
The golden glow gathered at one place in mid-air, flew away from the ground, and spread against the starlight above.
Gradually, the golden light flowing from the palms of the six people became less and less.
Baomu suddenly turned his head.
"Someone!"
Sure enough, several black figures walked out of the darkness in the forest.
Wen Ling stared at one of them, raised his hand, "It's him!"
He pointed at a man wearing a black mask.
Xiaolan counted and found that a total of four people had appeared, but she didn't know if there were still people stationed in the village.
All four of them are men, all dressed in black and wearing black masks.
The man walking at the front was a little short. He jogged over in a few steps and when he saw everything in front of him clearly, he first let out a long sigh.
"Everyone is crazy..."
A sneer squeezed out of Grandpa Wenling's throat, "Crazy people are not us."
"Didn't you say you want their eyes?" The man Wen Ling pointed at walked up to the short man and asked, "Do you want to do it now?"
"No need to do anything," Grandpa Wenling groaned and took away the palm that covered his eyes. "The prophet's eyes are here, take it if you want."
The other five people also took the palms.
Their eyes have disappeared.
Xiaolan looked at the porcelain cup.
Six pairs of bloody pupils were placed among them, all looking towards the sky.
The man reached out and grabbed the porcelain cup.
"stop!"
The short man roared, and all four of them stopped.
"What happened again?"
"That's no longer a prophetic eye," he said coldly, "and you can't take it. If you take it, you will die."