Barbara heard that fish was still being grilled outside, so she happily came out of the tent. Fern was also very happy when he saw Barbara was in a much better mood. After Fern and Barbara had filled their stomachs, Fern went to the small building, climbed up to the fourth floor with ease, and then started walking up the stairs to the fifth floor. Suddenly, the voice of the purple-gold-eyed monster rang in Fern's mind, saying, "Be careful, the things on the fifth floor are too dark, it's always better to be careful."
Fern said, "I know, what is on the fifth floor?" The purple-gold pupil demon shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but I could feel the dark aura coming down from the fifth floor every day. However, we always stay in our own place and don't offend each other."
"Why are you so strict with the rules? And why are you in this small building? Who is the owner of this building?" Fern felt that he had many questions, but the purple-gold-eyed demon did not answer Fern's questions. The purple-gold-eyed demon always said to Fern: "You will know later."
After getting this answer every time, Fern stopped asking. There was no answer anyway. The door to the fifth floor was right in front of him, and Fern became more careful. He didn't know if it was because of what the purple-gold-eyed monster said or his own psychological effect, but Fern felt a chill all over his body when he stood at the door to the fifth floor.
"Purple-gold-eyed demon, do you feel a little cold?" Fern asked the purple-gold-eyed demon. The purple-gold-eyed demon shook his head and said, "No, you feel a little cold?" Fern nodded and said, "Yes, I feel that my body is starting to get cold, the kind that feels cold from the feet to the head."
The purple-gold-eyed demon thought for a moment and said to Fern, "Oh no, leave this floor quickly, or you will die!" Fern heard what the purple-gold-eyed demon said, and hurriedly left the fifth floor. When he got outside the small building, Fern asked the purple-gold-eyed demon, "What's wrong? Why will I die if I stay on the fifth floor?"
The purple-gold-eyed monster said, "The fifth level is probably home to a cold monster. You have no magic power. If you are corroded by her cold energy for a long time, your life characteristics will disappear completely." Fern was obviously stunned when he heard the purple-gold-eyed monster's words. For the first time, Fern felt that it was a bit troublesome that he had no magic power. But fortunately, he could make up for it with his scientific research results.
"Then... is there any way to cure this cold and gloomy energy?" Fern asked the purple-gold pupil monster. The purple-gold pupil monster thought for a moment and said, "I remember there seems to be a kind of spiritual fire that can protect the body from the invasion of cold and gloomy energy."
Fern asked, "What does this kind of fire look like? Let's go back to the camp first, and then you can describe to me what that kind of spiritual fire looks like."
The purple-gold-eyed monster nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back and think of a solution." Fern began to walk back with the purple-gold-eyed monster. When Fern walked forward, the purple-gold-eyed monster lay on Fern's shoulder and looked towards the ninth floor of the small building. A black shadow flashed by on the ninth floor of the small building. The purple-gold-eyed monster lowered its eyes and said nothing, lying quietly on Fern's shoulder. Fern knew nothing about all this.
Campsite.
Barbara sat bored beside the tent looking at the sky. White clouds were floating slowly one by one. Barbara looked at the white clouds floating slowly one by one quietly, not knowing what she was thinking. Fern saw Barbara sitting there motionless from a distance.
Fern sat quietly next to Barbara, looking at the sky like Barbara. Barbara felt like there was someone next to her, so she turned her head to look to the side. When she turned her head, she saw Fern's profile, and she couldn't help but be a little dazed. Barbara just stared at Fern blankly. How Barbara wished that time would stop at this moment. Fern noticed Barbara's abnormality and waved his hand back and forth in front of Barbara's eyes.
"Barbara, what's wrong with you?" Fern asked the dazed Barbara. Barbara couldn't help but feel a little angry when she heard Fern say that. "It's okay," Barbara's voice was a little heavy when she said it. Fern looked at Barbara and remembered the old saying from country Z on the blue planet, 'A woman's heart is as deep as the sea.'
So Fern didn't bother with it anymore and got up to go back to his tent. Barbara felt even more uncomfortable when she saw Fern go back to his tent without saying anything.
In Fern's tent, the purple-gold-eyed demon was describing what the spiritual fire looked like. Fern was talking attentively, "Legend has it that the spiritual fire is hidden somewhere on the top of the snowy mountain. Many people have been to the top of the snowy mountain, but no one has ever seen any clues about the spiritual fire there. This spiritual fire is light yellow in color. Anyone who touches this spiritual fire without strong magic will be burned to ashes immediately."
"Then how can this spiritual fire be preserved?" Fern had this question after hearing the Purple-Golden-Eyed Demon. When the Purple-Golden-Eyed Demon heard that Fern had asked the most important question, he could not help but secretly give Fern a point, thinking that if it was Fern, there should be no problem, and that person might look at him differently.
The purple-gold-eyed demon answered Fern's question: "This kind of spiritual fire is usually taken out by people with strong magic power and wrapped in magic power, and then stored in a special container. This kind of special container is impossible to have without a powerful refiner, so don't even think about it."
The purple-gold pupil monster attacked Fern mercilessly, and Fern was thinking, using magic materials and his own technology, could he make this kind of spiritual fire? Even if the spiritual fire couldn't be made, then something with similar power should be able to make it. Fern thought about it and started to tinker with the pile of machines and study it.
While studying how to make spiritual fire, Fern couldn't help but think of the person still lying on the ice bed.
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