Chapter 263 Variation

The sword lay coldly on the ground.

"Who?" After a moment of silence, Jiang Hanye asked again.

"Alas!"

The sound sounded for the second time. Compared with the last time, the sigh this time was longer. It seemed that the man had told the grievances and grievances that had been hidden in his heart for thousands of years.

Jiang Hanye stopped talking and intuitively told him that this person was definitely Chiyou, if Kan Cangyu's words were true.

"You!" The voice sounded for the third time, but it was not a sigh, but a very arrogant look.

"Me?" Jiang Hanye is not afraid now, but more curious.

"You!" The voice confirmed again, "Your blood..."

Jiang Hanye was stunned. He suddenly remembered that his hand had been cut by Xuanyuan Sword during the day, and the pain is still vivid in his eyes. Could it be that his blood awakened the soul of Chiyou sealed in Xuanyuan Sword? Jiang Hanye's heart swish.

"Are you Chiyou?" Jiang Hanye asked tentatively.

"Bold! Who dares to speak to me like this? The voice said harshly, "Can you call my name randomly?"

Now it is certain that the voice talking to himself now is Chiyou. Jiang Hanye is not afraid, but more excited.

"Sorry, I'm so excited." Jiang Hanye restrained his excitement a little and said to Chiyou, "Jiang Hanye, I'm very sorry for disturbing the purity of Emperor Chiyou!"

"Humph, don't say it so well!" Chiyou snorted coldly, "I don't care whether you are Jiang Hanye or Jiang Warm Sun. Let me ask you, why am I here?"

Jiang Hanye thought about it. He felt that it was better not to hide anything from Chiyou's identity and temper, so he told him about Xuanyuan Sword.

After hearing Jiang Hanye's retelling, Chi You was silent for a long time. After the silence, he suddenly cried and cried in the dark. It was not until Kan Cangyue's figure appeared at the door of the courtyard that the sound stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared.

"What are you doing?" Kan Cangyue held a bag of scrolls in her hand. The autumn night was still very cold, especially after the plague, the whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, but her sleeves were raised high between her elbows, and there was a layer of fine sweat on her forehead.

"Me? No." Jiang Hanye Road.

"I just heard someone crying. Who else can you be?" A mocking smile appeared on the corners of Kan Cangyue's mouth.

Jiang Hanye blushed and said, "That's not me."

Kan Cangyue tilted her head and looked at him, stuffed the scrolls into his arms, and then said, "Who is that?"

Jiang Hanye didn't want to hide anything from her at this time, so he pointed to the sword on the ground: "It's him."

"It?" Kan Cangyue said, "No matter how spiritual a sword is, it won't cry, will it?"

"It's him in the sword, your ancestor." Jiang Hanye Road.

Kan Cangyue paused for a moment, and she stared at Jiang Hanye. Jiang Hanye's eyes sparkled like stars under the starry sky, which were very thorough and sincere, and there was no sign of lying. She carefully recalled the sound just now, which was indeed different from his voice.

"You woke him up..." Kan Cangyue sighed slightly and sat down under the tree again.

"I don't know why. It is said that it's because of my blood." Jiang Hanye said, "What did you just do? When I woke up, you were gone."

"Suddenly I thought that there might be something useful in the family of the elders, so I took it together. Maybe we can find another way to deal with demons and gods." Kan Cangyue said. She looked back at Jiang Hanye with deep eyes, but did not say anything.

"It's so hot." Jiang Hanye wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Hot?" Kan Cangyue frowned and said, "Do you think it's hot in such weather?"

"Isn't it hot too? Maybe the weather has changed again." Jiang Hanye went to the stone stool and sat down. At least it could give him a little coolness.

Kan Cangyue pointed to the tree: "Look at yourself."

Jiang Hanye didn't pay attention, but now she reminded me to look up. I couldn't help but be a little surprised. On the branches and leaves on the treetops, the white shadows were full of frost and autumn frost. The autumn frost shows how cold the weather is, which also shows that the reason he just said is completely untenable.

"How could this happen? Could it be the effect of that medicine?" Jiang Hanye frowned.

"Don't you have any discomfort except heat?" Kan Cangyue asked.

"No." Jiang Hanye shook his head gently.

"That has nothing to do with medicine, but as long as you don't have any other discomfort, you don't have to pay attention to the heat. Why don't you take a look at these books with me first? Here are some of them in the Central Plains..." After saying that, Kan Cangyue lit a pile of fire and picked out a pile of books from the ground and threw them to Jiang Hanye.

The names of these books are very strange. There is a red cover called Search for the Divine, and there is also a white cover book called The Strange. Many books not only have text, but also have rich illustrations, which are not boring at all, but also interesting. Jiang Hanye casually picked up the "Recording of Strange Records" and read it. The story above is nothing more than all the strange things in the world. Some Jiang Hanye has heard his adoptive parents talk about since he was a child, and more are things he has never seen or heard of, such as wolves, walking corpses, white-haired zombies, etc. In short, this book makes He opened his eyes.

The two of them read the book in the middle of the night with firelight and understood almost everything they could not have encountered in their lives. However, in the end, there was no way to deal with the aftereffects of the plague. When the day was slightly bright and the fire burned out, they were completely exhausted.

"Well, now I feel that my strength is so small that it is really difficult to do something." For the first time in his life, Jiang Hanye said so decadently.

"Yes, we are just ordinary people after all." Kan Cangyue said, "Marthaists are just ordinary people."

"It's so hot." Jiang Hanye stood up and looked around the yard.

"What are you looking for?" Kan Cangyue asked.

"Water well, there must be a water source here, right?" Jiang Hanye said, and he turned around. At this time, Kan Cangyue was surprised to find that his face was already charcoal red, and his lips were also dry and cracked because of the fire, oozing blood.

Jiang Hanye moved slowly step by step, looking a little depressed, but he was still unaware of it. At this moment, he could not feel anything except heat.

"What's wrong with you?" Kan Cangyue stared at him and asked.

"What?" Jiang Hanye was stunned and stopped searching.