man sanctified in death row vest

in an oasis.

Not a little wind.

A second ago, the sky was still full of wind and sand, but when Zheng Xiu's "finishing touch" fell, the wind and sand stopped, and the fine sand in the sky fell like sand rain.

For a moment, Zheng Xiu had the illusion that his ears were poked open by something.

The sound of sand rubbing against each other in mid-air, the breathing of the Xieluo River, and the sound of two camels rubbing in the sand pit, the sound entered my ears.

The world in front of him is brighter, just like Zheng Xiu used to watch the world through a thin veil.Now, this "tulle" was torn apart after Zheng Xiu pushed open the seventh door of the [painter] doorway, and the colors in front of him were more vivid.

Zheng Xiu looked surprised, and stretched out his hand in the sand rain to catch the fine sand in the sky.

A handful of fine sand piled up in Zheng Xiu's palm to form a small hill.

"congratulations."

A sigh broke the silence at the moment, Xie Luohe smiled slightly, she seemed to know what happened to Zheng Xiu.

"When the thaumaturge goes deeper into the door and pushes open the seventh door, the five senses of the thaumaturgy will undergo earth-shaking changes. Only the thaumaturgy who pushes the seventh door can get closer to the 'foreigner' '."

Zheng Xiu's eyes flickered. Xie Luohe had her own memories of "Feng Bei", so it could be said that she "knows everything about Zheng Xiu". road:

"But I, I am originally a 'foreigner'."

Xie Luohe didn't comment on this, but asked: "Do you have a 'birthmark' unique to other people?"

Zheng Xiu put his head close to Xie Luohe, and breathed out his hot breath on Xie Luohe's face.

Xie Luohe was slightly taken aback, then closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling wetly, hoping to hide deeply.

"You touch."

Zheng Xiu wondered why Xie Luohe was chatting well and suddenly closed his eyes and remained still, so he anxiously grabbed Xie Luohe's hand and touched the pimple on his forehead.

Knowing that he had misunderstood, Xie Luohe was ashamed and annoyed, but his face was as calm as water, and he pulled hard on Zheng Xiu's forehead, leaving a red mark.

Zheng Xiu grinned in pain.

This shrew has big hands.

Xie Luohe scratched it a few times, and said lightly, "This is it?"

"My alien birthmark."

"Nonsense." Xie Luohe let go, and said with a smile: "How can there be a birthmark of a foreigner in it, just a bone bump, what kind of birthmark of a foreigner?"

"What about yours?" Zheng Xiu wondered if you would believe it or not, and asked back.

Xie Luohe pointed to his right eye and blinked hard.

At this time, the "foreign birthmark" in Xie Luohe's right eye faded away and he couldn't see clearly.

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "I'm asking about 'your' birthmark."

Xie Luohe was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened, his cheeks were instantly congested and red, like a girl's bellyband, bright red.

It was the first time Zheng Xiu saw the shyness of a young girl appearing on Xie Luohe's face, and he took two steps back in fright, for fear that Xie Luohe would repeat his old tricks and toss some strange moths.

"Bah, I won't tell you."

It seemed that Xie Luohe's birthmark was in a strange place, Zheng Xiu tactfully did not ask any further questions.

Maybe it grows on the ass...

Who knows.

Xie Luohe looked away, and changed the subject bluntly: "Perhaps, the reason why you haven't become a real 'foreigner' is because there is something missing in you right now."

Zheng Xiu sneered: "What's missing? I have to meet the nobleman who put three moles on the soles of my feet?" He replied half-jokingly and half-seriously, but Zheng Xiu couldn't laugh anymore. Because Xie Luohe's words reminded him of Feng Bei's real transformation into a "foreigner", the smile on his face faded, and he fell into deep thought.

Back then in Baili Village, Fengbei shed a layer of human skin and became a real "foreigner".

He has to shed his skin too?

Zheng Xiu touched the pimple on his head and was a little tangled.

This is difficult.

Xie Luohe held Zheng Xiu's face carefully, as if he was touching a treasure that could break at the touch of a finger.She murmured in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If possible, I hope you will never become an 'other person'."

"let it go."

Whether they are aliens or not, and when they will become real aliens like Feng Bei and the others, Zheng Xiu has no say.Since he entered the prison, the world has changed a lot. He is surrounded by all kinds of bizarre things. His Zheng family thaumaturges have grown in piles. It's up to you.

In fact, Zheng Xiu had long since discovered that his "foreigner" was very different from the strangers he had seen.

It's just that we are discussing with Xie Luohe here now, and we can't come to a conclusion in the end, and we can't solve the confusion.

Zheng Xiu can only continue to go deeper along the path, maybe he can find the answer.

the answer to everything.

Xie Luohe solemnly put away the painting.

Looking at the woman in the painting, Xie Luohe couldn't hide his joy, and then a gloomy flashed across his face.

Before the birdcage was dispersed, Zheng Xiu entered the bunker and fought "Xiaohe" and "Xiaomo" out.Zheng Xiu was surprised to find that after the sudden end of the sandstorm, there was something more in the eyes of the two camels.

The temperature is getting cooler, and the cold moonlight spreads all over the sand dunes.Only at night, the desert finally reveals a different color to the world. It is an ice blue that will never be forgotten once seen.

I simply ate some dry food and boiled a pot of boiling hot water.After simply satisfying their hunger, Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu leaned on the side of the two camels, snuggling up and sleeping together in a warm cloak.

huh... huh... huh...

Xie Luohe's nostrils fluttered and he let out a slight snoring sound.

Zheng Xiu noticed that Xie Luohe seemed to be really asleep, and remembering what Xie Luohe said "never fell asleep", he couldn't help but smiled slightly, and said softly: "Liar."

The process of opening the seventh door of the [painter] door came earlier and more easily than Zheng Xiu imagined.

But looking back on the journey I have taken as a "painter", when I really opened the new door, what I brought to Zheng Xiu was not ecstasy, nor accident, nor shock, but a kind of naturalness that came naturally .

"Are you acting?"

Zheng Xiu discovered that the real way to go deep into a door is not to talk about it, let alone to implement a seemingly specious rule mechanically.In this way, you can indeed step into the door, but you can't go deeper.

The deepening of the [painter] method made Zheng Xiu understand that when he really lived in the world as a "painter", until there was a moment when he forgot about the "prisoner" and other things, it was done.

Xie Luohe grunted twice, and changed into a more comfortable position in Zheng Xiu's arms.

Zheng Xiu smiled, calm in his heart, Xie Luohe's sleeping face made it difficult for Zheng Xiu to connect the usual invincible shrew with her at this moment.Gently patting the "Luohe Brush" next to him with one hand, Zheng Xiu's peaceful heart swayed with inexplicable ripples, and gradually Zheng Xiu also fell asleep.

The next day, there were three shots in the sun.

Xie Luohe originally wanted to take another bath and set off, but when she saw the light red in the pool, the blood color had not faded, she had no choice but to give up this idea.

On the way, Xie Luohe scolded Zheng Xiu for polluting the oasis.

It seemed that she really didn't want to watch Zheng Xiu go deep into the door.

For Xie Luohe's thoughts, Zheng Xiu just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Although Zheng Xiu used a painting to stop the wind and sand, but when he looked back and thought about it, Zheng Xiu couldn't remember how the "finishing touch" was done at that time, as if it was just a flash of inspiration and performed supernormally.

Zheng Xiu vaguely understood that it was probably at that time that he "temporarily" replaced the scenery in front of him with the scenery in the painting, and explained it with the theory of ghosts and creatures. At the moment when he finished the painting, a small ghosts and creatures formed in the oasis, causing sandstorms stopped.

Next, the two rode camels and walked along the "Green River" opened up by the predecessors. The wind was beautiful and the sun was beautiful, and they did not encounter the bad weather that night again.

In August, the terrible scorching sun scorched the desert, and the high temperature visible to the naked eye distorted everything in front of us.

At the end of the sand dunes in the distance, a yellow rock wall appeared faintly.

At first, Zheng Xiu subconsciously thought that the sudden change of scenery was a mirage, but Xie Luohe said very firmly: "We will arrive at Sun Cicada Valley after walking for half a day."

She has been this way.

Sure enough, Xie Luohe didn't deceive him this time.

As the sunset approached, Zheng Xiu's ears moved slightly, and there was a faint voice of someone yelling in front of him, mixed with the neighing of the wind and sand.

Although Zheng Xiu pushed open the seventh door of the [painter] path, the five senses were strengthened.But it is still incomparable with the Xieluo River, and it is far behind.

Sun Cicada Valley.

As the name suggests, it is a valley.

Between the bare peaks on both sides, there is a road leading directly to the interior.

Weathered stones were randomly piled up on both sides of the passage, and one of the largest stones was engraved with ancient characters, which tasted like hieroglyphics. Zheng Xiu knew where this place was in advance, and could vaguely distinguish the three characters of "Sun Cicada Valley". The shape of the word.

The dusty two approached Sun Cicada Valley. Suddenly, Zheng Xiu frowned and pulled the reins to stop the "Little River" under his crotch.

Ding~
A shoddy arrow struck from a high altitude, nailing them ten steps away.

Zheng Xiu silently touched the Luohe brush on his waist.

"Don't worry."

Xie Luohe smiled and stretched out his hand to signal Zheng Xiu not to act rashly. He took off the veil used to block the wind and sand, revealed his true face, and laughed up the mountain: "It's me! Xie Luohe!"

After a moment of silence, the dull horn sounded from the bald mountains on both sides of the valley.

"woo woo woo woo--"

Immediately after the sound of the horn, there were shouts one after another, like a mountain song.

"Yo oh oh oh oh—"

"Yo la la ah la la la—"

"Yo Ka Ka Yo -"

Like a code.

"Let's go, let's go into the valley. Huh~ Xiao Momo, don't be afraid, they know me and won't mess around."

Xie Luohe waved to Zheng Xiu, and by the way greeted Luotuo Xiaomo.

"You...you came in with your face?" Zheng Xiu watched Xie Luohe give his name, turned over and jumped off his back, and led "Xiaomo" into Sun Cicada Valley calmly.

Xie Luohe turned his back to Zheng Xiu, and replied casually: "Didn't I tell you earlier? I arrived here a few years ago."

"No, I mean..." Zheng Xiu's mouth twitched: "I heard them shouting very excitedly, you are the most villainous person in the world, the bandit leader of Yunhe Village... you shouldn't be."

"It's very simple." Xie Luohe said with a smile: "When I came here, there were many tribes entrenched around Richan Valley. They made a living by robbing and killing people in the desert. For the "Scorching Sun Tribe" in Sun Cicada Valley, I cleaned up all the desert horse thieves and other tribes in a radius of [-] miles, and ended the disputes between the desert tribes. They are grateful for my great kindness, and now I revisit the old place after a few years , they are naturally very happy."

"Hiss..." Zheng Xiu sucked in the wind and sand with his mouth open.

Xie Luohe's words were understated, but Zheng Xiu could clearly imagine what Xie Luohe meant by "cleaning up".

Killing "clean" can be called "cleaning".

Zheng Xiu's subsequent silence made Xie Luohe realize that Zheng Xiu didn't like to hear this, so he frowned slightly, sighed in his heart, and didn't elaborate.

After entering the valley, the mountain walls on both sides gradually opened up and became spacious.There is nothing wrong with it.

The desert residents living in Sun Cicada Valley call themselves "Scorching Sun Tribe".

When hundreds of tribal residents, male, female, old and young, happily walked out of the simple mud huts to meet the Xieluo River, Zheng Xiu felt like he had traveled to the primitive society in a trance.

Most of the men in the tribe had their upper body bare, and their lower bodies were wrapped in animal skin pants. Their bodies were painted with animal blood and painted with different patterns.Tribal women cover their chest and lower body, making them look extra cool.

The children were very unrestrained, running on the sand with their buttocks bare.

Perhaps it was the spirit of the painter who was at work, Zheng Xiu soon noticed the pattern of the painted patterns on the tribal residents.It seems that men who are older or look stronger have more "sun" patterns painted on their bodies, while women and children do not have "sun" patterns painted on them.

Zheng Xiu also noticed that there were many cumbersome jewelry hanging on the woman's hands, feet, neck, and waist. Under the sunlight, the jewelry reflected bright light.

"It's gold!"

Zheng Xiu carefully identified that the jewelry on their bodies was actually made of gold, the color was not pure, but it was obvious that it should be simply refined gold.Gold jewellery, interspersed with skeletons of "birds".

An old man, with wrinkled skin and "scorching sun" painted all over his body, tremblingly walked towards the Xieluo River with the support of two old women.

"Thank you, you have been here for a long time!"

Zheng Xiu counted, and there were a total of 49 "scorching sun" paintings painted on the old man's body. He should be the first brother in the tribe.

Xie Luohe smiled and cupped his hands towards the old man: "Grand Elder, don't come here without any problems."

"Come, come, come this way."

Several young tribal women blushed and took their camels away, and then several young women with green eyes came up, surrounded Zheng Xiu and walked deeper.As he walked, Zheng Xiu noticed that someone was touching him.

Xie Luohe reprimanded loudly, using words that Zheng Xiu could not understand.

Those women who were groping Zheng Xiu's body left with disappointment on their faces.

Zheng Xiu looked confused: "The customs here are weird, do they regard me as...something else?" Zheng Xiu is not stupid, he is not ashamed to say that the few tribal women who sneaked up on him just now looked Quite... rippling.

Xie Luohe didn't explain, his ears turned red, and he said with a smile, "Don't pay attention to them. When I left, I casually agreed to the elders and said to help them bring some men over. They misunderstood."

Zheng Xiu was curious: "Then why did you return?"

The corners of Xie Luohe's mouth curled up slightly, and he suppressed a smile: "I said you were a prisoner I captured, and you had to go back and wash it before you were killed. That's why they left disappointed."

"Really?" Zheng Xiu was suspicious.

"Really." Xie Luohe said firmly.

Hundreds of people marched ahead, leading the way happily.

After those rippling tribal women left, Zheng Xiu was empty.

Walking a hundred steps, the breeze blows, refreshing and refreshing, instantly dispelling the heat and fatigue of Zheng Xiu's long journey.

Behind the valley, it suddenly became clear that it was an oasis.

On the oasis, there are many neat houses, with many pavilions, flying arches and pavilions, gurgling water, distant green hills and mist, and flocks of birds, giving Zheng Xiu the illusion of traveling to another world again.

After the desert, there is another cave, like a paradise.