HLnovel Chapter 233 Tidal Conch
Chapter 233 Tidal Conch
As the flea market gradually became quiet and the stall owners were packing up their stalls and preparing to end their busy day, Xing'er's sharp eyes once again caught sight of the mysterious old man with a white beard.
His figure was looming in the crowd, as if he was deliberately guiding Xing'er and Shen Li.
Xing'er was delighted and almost instinctively rushed forward, holding the old man's arm tightly, with desire and eagerness flashing in her eyes.
"Old man, please wait a moment!" Xing'er's voice trembled slightly with excitement, "We have been looking for you and would like to ask for your advice."
The old man with white beard slowly turned around, his deep eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. He stared at Xing'er quietly, with surprise and a bit of pity in his eyes.
"Young man, why are you so persistent?" The old man's voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to knock on Xing'er's heart.
Xing'er took a deep breath, calmed down, and answered sincerely:
"Old man, I have a stone tablet in my hand with strange pictures and texts engraved on it. We cannot understand its meaning. I heard that you are knowledgeable, so I came to ask for your help." As he said that, he took out the stone tablet from his arms and handed it to the old man carefully.
However, the white-bearded old man only glanced at the slate indifferently, then shook his head slightly and politely refused:
"Child, some things cannot be easily revealed by human power. The secret on this stone slab may be closely related to your fate, but it is not something I can solve."
Xing'er couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and unwillingness when he heard this. He held the stone slab tightly, unwilling to give up this only hope.
"Old man, please reconsider. We have gone through countless hardships and dangers for this slab. If you are unwilling to help us, I am afraid we will find it difficult to move forward."
The white-bearded old man looked at Xing'er's determined eyes and was silent for a moment.
Finally, he sighed softly, as if he had made a difficult decision.
"Well, I can't directly explain the secret on the stone tablet. But if you ask me your secret, I can tell you a clue. Go find the 'Secret Valley', there may be the answer you want."
After saying this, the old man with white beard seemed to have completed his mission. His figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared among the crowd.
"Secret Valley? But... where is that?" Xinghan looked at the sky that suddenly darkened and thought to himself that he didn't really want to know his own life experience. It was good for him to live like this, but he wanted to do something for the spiritual world.
In Xing'er's heart, the departure of the white-bearded old man seemed to take away some answers, but left more mysteries and expectations.
He was unwilling to give up and decided to get to the bottom of the matter. He resolutely followed the direction the old man left until he came to the lonely little hut by the sea.
The sky suddenly turned gloomy and heavy rain poured down, as if it was a test of nature for Xing'er's persistent pursuit.
However, no matter how hard the rain washed, the white-bearded old man's hut always kept its door closed, as if rejecting all external disturbances, including Xing'er's eager gaze and the questions in her heart.
"Is this rain a test from God? Why am I so persistent, yet I can hardly meet you even once? Old man with white beard, what secrets are you hiding? Why don't you want to see me? But I, Xing'er, never give up easily. The pictures and texts on the slate are the guide of my mission, and the mystery that I cannot let go of. Today, even if it is raining and windy, I will wait until the moment you are willing to speak."
As the rain got heavier, Xing'er's figure looked even lonelier in the rain.
"Grandpa, please open the door, please, I will catch a cold! I am very weak and cannot stand the wind and rain."
Xing'er stood in the rain, the rain wet his clothes but could not extinguish the fire in his heart.
He realized that perhaps the old man had his own difficulties and considerations and was unwilling to reveal more easily.
So he turned his attention to the surrounding environment, trying to find new clues or revelations in the rain.
Coincidentally, Shen Li's signal came, saying that the army had also sent a message that they had discovered the demon. They were going to check it out, and told Xing'er not to linger and go home early.
After receiving the message, Xing'er thought that when Sister Shen Li returned home, he would definitely uncover the secret of the stone slab and tell her, and she would definitely be happy about it.
At this moment, a strange conch sound penetrated the rain, melodious and mysterious, instantly attracting Xing'er's attention.
The voice seemed to have some kind of magic, leading him step by step towards the sea.
As the sound got closer, Xing'er finally found a peculiarly shaped conch on a rock that had been rounded by the waves.
This conch is unique. Its shell is covered with fine lines and colorful colors, as if it contains endless stories and secrets.
Xing'er picked it up carefully, feeling an inexplicable excitement in her heart.
He realized that this conch might be another clue left by the old man for him, a puzzle that he needed to explore and decipher himself.
Xing'er held the conch tightly in his hand, letting the rain wash over his face. "No, I have to find a place to shelter from the rain. I'll go to the eaves under the hut."
Xing'er took shelter under the porch of the thatched cottage, but her eyes never left the closed door.
Just as Xing'er was having an inner monologue and her hopes were almost extinguished by the rain, the door of the white-bearded old man's hut suddenly creaked open.
Rain dripped down the eaves, forming curtains of rain, and the old man's slightly hunched figure appeared behind the door, looking both mysterious and unpredictable.
"Come in, child, before you get wet in the rain."
The old man's tone was still stern, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes. Xing'er was stunned for a moment, then walked quickly into the hut, feeling surprised and grateful.
The house was simple but tidy, with a roaring fire that dispelled the cold and humidity from outside.
The old man with white beard sat down on an old wooden chair and looked at Xing'er with deep eyes, as if he could see through his soul.
"You are not an ordinary person." The old man spoke slowly, with an unquestionable certainty in his tone, "Your fate has long been closely linked to the future of the entire spirit world. You will definitely shoulder the responsibility of saving the spirit world."
Xing'er was shocked when he heard this, but he did not show his emotion immediately. He just waited quietly for the old man's next words.
"And the tidal conch in your hand," the old man continued, his eyes falling on the conch that Xing'er was holding tightly, "is a token given to you by nature, and it is also a symbol of your identity. Anyone who can encounter it must be a hero of this world, able to lead the spiritual world to new glory."
Hearing this, Xing'er couldn't help but look down at the conch in his hand, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart. He asked tentatively: "Do you... do you know the origin of this conch?"