Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2050
"excuse me……"

Anyway, he was only 13 years old at the time, and he was fairly innocent.

Chu Yan looked indifferently at the reserved boy who remembered him.

If it was him now, he probably wouldn't approach him after he sensed something was wrong.

Although he was half-dead from fright, the young boy with the basket on his back mustered up his courage, walked to the edge of the pool, and dumped the firewood in the basket onto the ashes.

After doing all this, he quickly turned around and fled to the entrance of the cave.

However, there was no strange sound coming from behind.

He stood by the hole, turning his head stiffly.

His fallen log crouched scattered over the ashes, unaltered and unkindled.

Is it because he added firewood too late, did the fire inside burn out?

He stared blankly at the messy pile of firewood, hesitating whether to go over and light a fire.

But at the next moment, there was only a pop, and the pile of firewood, which had not moved at all, suddenly ignited, and the flames shot up into the sky, as tall as a person.

Chu Yan was startled and jumped back like a rabbit.

The next moment, the flame slowly lowered, becoming the size of an ordinary fire, and began to burn quietly.

Nothing happened.

The pool of black mud behind the flames was also silent.

Everything was so peaceful, so eerily quiet.

"This……"

Chu Yan looked at the pile of fire that ignited inexplicably, and his whole body was stiff.

He could be sure that the pile of ashes had indeed been burned out, and it was impossible to ignite such a large pile of firewood.

This pile of fire really started out of thin air.

What is this?Or is there something in it?
He was terrified, and he was sure that this place was really weird, and he had to leave as soon as possible.

No matter what is locked inside, his task of adding firewood this time has been completed, and no matter what is locked inside, it has nothing to do with him. If possible, he would never want to come to this eerie place in his life.

Chu Yan picked up the pannier on the ground, turned around and fled to the iron gate in panic with the lantern in his hand.

With a bang, his head hit the hard door panel.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the closed iron door in front of him.

what happened?

He had obviously finished adding firewood, but the door was still tightly locked from the outside.

Did Master Zen make a mistake?
Chu Yan became desperate. Judging from the fact that he was able to add firewood normally and that there were no ferocious beasts to eat him, maybe the Buddha statue sent him here to deliver firewood.

But what happened to the iron gate?

Was there an accident that even the Buddha statue didn't expect?

Anyway, he can't get out now.

Chu Yan poked the lock desperately with the key, but the iron door stood still.

After all, it is not the lock that locks the door, but the chains outside.

Looking at the sealed iron gate in front of him, Chu Yan's eyes were full of hostility, he pulled out the saber at his waist with his backhand, and slashed away with all his strength!

With a bang, sparks flew in front of his eyes, but the iron gate didn't move, not even a sword mark was left.

The little boy slid slowly to sit on the ground, staring blankly at the gap in the long sword in his hand.

There was silence all around.

No living thing responded to him, no one remembered him, and no one could save him.

He clearly remembered how the master of the monastery ordered him not to reveal this place to anyone before entering the underground, which meant that no one in the monastery knew about this place except the master.

But the master of the monastery has already left Xirong, and according to the past rules, it will take at least a month before he returns.

One month is enough to turn him into a mummy here.

But so what?

For the Chanyuan, it was just another disciple who died.

Even if he disappeared for no reason, none of those people who scolded him every day would think of looking for him.

He could only stay alone in this dark place, trapped to death little by little.

At that time, he thought that he was not afraid of death after experiencing many tortures, but when he was really trapped in this kind of place, he realized that this might be the most terrible way to die in the world.

Stay in a small, silent, uninhabited place, and die alone.

This is the most unimaginable horror and the most unbearable torture in the world.

As time passed, the flame in the lantern burned out, and darkness surrounded him.

The true energy in his whole body has been exhausted, even the sword fire cannot be ignited, and he is really desperate.

The little boy sat blankly in the dark for a while, then suddenly started crying while hugging his legs.

hiss.

It's a shame, it's a shame that it's thrown home.

Chu Yan looked at himself who cried like that after staying in the darkroom for less than a day in his memory, endless shame appeared in his eyes.

But this is enough to prove that such an environment is a terrible torture for a normal person.

At the age of 13, he just couldn't stand it after staying there for a few hours, but what about the people who stayed there all the time?
Chu Yan quietly looked at the fire in his memory, as if a small flame was burning in his pupils.

In the silent dark room, the young boy was crying uncontrollably.

The darkness is a more terrifying psychological torture. He is tired and hungry, and he feels that he is about to lose himself in the darkness.

Just then, a light came from behind him.

By the way, that fire!

The teenager stopped crying and raised his head blankly.

He turned around abruptly, and ran back to the cave before.

In his eyes, the flame was like a scourge, but now it was like a life-saving straw. He slowly approached the fire, staring at the dancing flame.

The fire was still burning by the pool, he swallowed a mouthful of water to moisten his dry throat, walked over to the fire and sat down with his legs crossed.

The flame was extremely hot, but he was a fire mage, so he didn't feel it was hot.

He looked at the fire, and inexplicably, big tears welled up in his eyes.

Ah, enough is enough.

Did he love to cry so much when he was little?
Chu Yan looked helplessly at himself in his memory, speechless.

But at that time, his whole mind was on the verge of collapse, and it was not bad that he didn't cry to the point of crying.

After all, it was probably the most embarrassing moment in his life.

"Auntie..."

"I can't get out..."

"I can't see you anymore..."

The teenager sitting by the fire was crying and wiping away his tears, sobbing so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Chu Yan was a little embarrassed. Just as he wanted to excuse himself, he found that he couldn't help but started calling his mother at that time.

Was he not yet weaned? He, huh?

Chu Yan looked at the corner of his mouth twitching in his memory, but at this moment, the most impressive scene in his memory appeared.

As an adult, he looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils constricted slightly.

The little boy sat by the fire, bowed his head and cried ecstatically, his shoulders shrugged.

And at this moment, something warm and soft caressed his cheek.

He raised his head blankly, staring at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

From the fire in front of him, a long flame protruded, like a person's hand, holding his face.

But what shocked him even more was still below.

　Phenomenon of flame

　　
　
(End of this chapter)