Chapter 573

Two, walking, sowing. Before two, there are four.

Three comes with the blessing of the sea, pouring water sprinkled with moonlight here. Before three, there are seven.

Four is defeated. Before four, there are nine.

Five is the great sun, casting just the right light here. Before five, there are ten.

Six cultivates the fruit to grow. Before six, there are eleven.】

Seeing this riddle-like inscription, the audience couldn't help but frown.

What? What? What?

What is all this?

Some people also guessed the truth about the great fog.

(Flower-seeking... 0)

"I think this fog is not some naturally formed anomaly, but related to a lost ancient civilization."

"Then no one can say clearly; who knows if this was left by the ancestors of the current Jarilo-VI people, or a miracle left by ancient humans from a more distant era."

"Isn't the problem even bigger? Why would ancient ruins reappear in recent times?"

【Inscription, Part Two】

【I always think of the days before, the desert, the night, the fireworks, the sky was blue, it was the way it used to be, we were all still there.

The setting sun is cool, the clouds in the sky are rotating, the star tide is rising, the star tide is darkening.

The moon still fell, the boundless fog rose, shrouding the entire sky.

I want to see you again.

I want to embrace you, I want to watch the blue sky kiss your face, watch the colorful clouds fly.

But I know all this is absolutely impossible.

You are so far away from me now.】

【Inscription, Part Three】

【Once there was a peaceful land, vast and fertile. It was surrounded by emerald green mountains, and in the middle of the mountains was a vast plain, with a river dividing the land into two, flowing between them.

The little girl's ancestors lived here, and life was plain and beautiful.

The little girl couldn't say when it started, but the sky was no longer that blue, and fog circled above the village, dull and oppressive.

Life didn't seem to have changed much; farmers waved hoes in the fields, the market was still that busy, until the shadows of mom and dad disappeared in front of her, becoming transparent and then merging with the gray fog... finally, there was no one left in the village; looking around, she only saw a small emerald bird.

0......... 0

The emerald bird flapped its wings and said to her: "You will be trapped here, the sky will gradually darken, the water in the river will dry up, the trees will wither, the birds will die, and you will be alone, until you turn into mud."

After saying this, the bird let out a sorrowful cry and left.

The little girl looked in the direction where the emerald bird disappeared, where a sun hung in the gray sky. She walked a few steps and leaned against a big tree; the silent sunlight passed through the dim canopy, and the heaviness of the ancient tree made her feel a peace from the bottom of her heart.

Amidst the chirping of birds, the little girl gradually entered a dream.

At first, it was dark in the dream; in the drowsy dream, she said: "Let there be light," and so there was light, and the world suddenly became bright.

Under her feet was a lovely green meadow; on the other side of the meadow was a winding little river; on the other side of the river was a big house, with the roof coated with a layer of honey, emitting golden light under the sun's irradiation.

She crossed the babbling little river, tiptoed and walked gently toward the golden house, looked in from the closed window, and a little bear was sitting on a chair with a little cat. She gently pushed the door open and waved inside, but they were indifferent, as if they were addicted to their own world and couldn't extricate themselves.

"What's on the other side of the mountain?" the little bear asked. The little cat thought for a moment and replied: "On the other side of the mountain is a plain, where there is the sun, green grass, a little river, and good friends who play with us."

In the countless days under the sun, she helped the little bear find the lost honey and saved the little cat that fell into the river. Whenever, she always stood far away, leaving no trace.

As time passed, her imagination became unbridled. She saw a few little fish leap out of the river; on their backs were a pair of colorful wings unique to butterflies; they spat bubbles, in groups, circling above the little river, the sunlight fell from the blue sky, falling on the ripples, falling on the wings of the butterfly fish...

She woke up, the sky had darkened at some point, and there was only the whistling of the wind rolling the fallen leaves, getting further and further away from her; her throat was painful because of thirst, she groped to find a little stream, but her cupping hands touched the dry earth. Everything here had left; the water would dry up, the trees would wither, the birds would die.

In the darkness, the little girl cried; she missed home, missed mom, she didn't want to stay in this pitch-black place, she felt the fear of death for the first time.

Gradually, the crying became smaller; she was too tired, she needed to close her eyes and rest quietly for a while.

So, the little girl closed her eyes, and she saw everything in the dream again:

The house with the golden roof, the little bear holding the honey jar and his mother, the little cat fishing by the river, the butterfly fish with wings, and Father Sun, the little white boat floating in the galaxy, they waved their hands, said hello to the little girl, and said goodbye to her.

She jumped and hopped, throwing herself into the arms of her good friends. A sweet smile appeared on her face, and together with the creatures in the dream, she fell asleep forever.

The great fog had shrouded everything.】 **CHAPTER 575**