The things in his hand are half a damp rattan and a mass of damp soil, on which there is also a few inches of turquoise grass.
"How is this going?"
Shen Luo hurriedly threw off the things in his hands, and after a quick glance around, the remaining sleepiness disappeared instantly.
He is not on the bed in his own cabin at the moment, but sitting on the muddy ground in a wilderness.
Shen Luo got up with an ugly expression, and looked around.
Only then did he discover that weeds grew on both sides of the place where he was lying, and the sound of insects cried one after another. It was vaguely visible that it was a muddy path that could only be passed by one person, and he did not know where to lead. A little farther away, there is a faint mist, making the line of sight even more obstructed, and it is hard to see anything at all.
Shen Luo patted his cheek fiercely with both palms, and a hot pain came, telling him that he was not dreaming at the moment.
"What's the matter? Why did I suddenly come to such a place when I was sleeping in the house? Could it be that I was silently hijacked out of the Spring and Autumn View?"
Thinking of this, Shen Luo hurriedly checked the clothes on his lower body, raised his sleeves, and took a closer look at the Spring and Autumn Outlook logo on the sleeves. After moving his hands and feet a bit, my heart was slightly relaxed.
He vaguely remembered that because he was too tired yesterday, he slept in his clothes. Now there is no change in the clothes on his body, and there is nothing unusual about his body.
Shen Luo's heart was full of surprise, but he knew that the top priority now was to figure out where he was now.
He forced himself to calm down and looked around again.
There was a chill in the air nearby. It was obviously summer, but it was as cold as late autumn. It made him feel that his clothes were obviously thin, and he should not restrain his hands tightly on the tunic.
Shen Luo suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sky is like an endless black screen, only a lonely moon hung in the sky like a round of crooked teeth, casting a little light that is not very bright, and it is obviously still at night.
At this time, buzzing buzzing sound came from a distance, like a ghost crying, but it blows away a lot of nearby fog, so that he can finally see a little blurry scene.
After taking a deep breath, he walked slowly and carefully along the path.
Soon after, patches of flat land began to appear on both sides of the road. In some places, rows of crops were planted, which seemed to be fields.
The soil on the fields where there are no crops is fluffy, and it should have been cultivated in daylight.
Seeing this situation, my sinking mood relaxed a little.
Since there is a field and there are signs of people living, he shouldn't be in any danger. Although he doesn't know how he came here for no reason, he doesn't have time to study it.
He quickened his pace a few minutes and continued to walk forward along this country road.
The fog gradually diminished at night, and the distant scenery gradually came into view.
In and out of the front, you can vaguely see some sparse houses built against the mountain, and there are scattered lights, which look a little fuzzy.
Shen Luo sees this, happy in my heart.
As long as you go to the room over there, you should be able to figure out where you are.
With this thought in his mind, he felt that the distant lights seemed to bring some warmth to him, and his pace was a little faster.
After a short while, he was less than a hundred feet away from where the lights came out.
This is indeed a small mountain village, the village is not big, there are only a dozen households.
It's just that the night is late, and the village is silent everywhere, it looks dark, only a little light is revealed in the house of a family in the middle of the village.
Shen Luo walked along the path to the entrance of the village, paused for a while, and walked into the mountain village after making sure that he didn't see any activity of the villagers. However, he didn't step out a few steps, but he made a "bang" sound. Something arrived.
The thing rolled out of Zhang Xu.
He looked down in surprise, and saw that half of the dirty wooden stake got out, and there was another one not far away.
At first glance, these two pieces of wooden stakes seem to be not ordinary things, and there are some familiar patterns carved on the surface.
Shen Luo looked carefully, only to find that these patterns were actually composed of some runes.
After frowning, he leaned down, picked up the bottom half of the wooden stake, and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.
The runes on the stakes look very rough and crude, far less complex than the runes he drew, but on the stakes they are all twisted abnormally, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
He just took a second look, and suddenly he felt dizzy. He turned his head and didn't look at him, and he was shocked.
The rune on this wooden stake has such a power. I wonder what will happen if it is drawn on rune paper?
Shen Luo guessed wildly in his heart, and silently lifted the Xiaohua Yang Gong, so that a yang-gang qi was born from the pubic area, and walked to the right hand, making the palm of his hand slightly warm.
Then he reached out his hand and touched the rune on the surface of the wooden stake. Without noticing anything unusual, he quickly withdrew his hand.
After hesitating after sinking, he threw half of the wooden stake in his hand and walked towards the house with lights.
This is not the time to delay, and its not too late to come and study after he has figured out his situation.
He came to the open space in front of his room and stopped again.
There was a collapsed shrine in front of this house.
Under the faint light of the window, Shen Luo could see clearly, the shrine was as tall as one person, the whole body was pitch black, there was no tablet, only a lying incense burner, and incense ash scattered all over the floor.
What makes him care is that there are runes inscribed on the shrine, which are very similar to those on the wooden stakes at the entrance of the village, but the runes here are as red as blood, as if they were drawn with blood, and looked a little crippled.
stared at the shrine solemnly, his face a little overcast.
Watching at this moment, the cold night breeze was blowing, causing several big trees near the house to rustle, and large leaves flying down all over the sky.
A large amount of fog was also engulfed by the strong wind, rolling past the village, making the already dim light in front of the house a bit dim, and other villagers' houses became hazy, as if they might disappear in the fog at any time.
Shen Luo feels that the nearby air seems to be a little bit colder. The temperature of the body is dropping sharply, and his limbs feel a little tingling in the wind, so he can only take a deep breath and temporarily abandon some of his concerns. , Walked a few steps to the lighted door.
When he raised his hand to knock on the door, his movement froze, and then slowly retracted his outstretched hand.
A little suspicion appeared on Shen Luo's face. After a slight movement of his nose, he lowered his head and looked towards the ground, and his pupils suddenly shrank into a pinhole.
I saw a stream of black blood pouring out from the crack in the door, almost spreading to his feet, emitting a pungent **** smell.
Shen Luo's face turned white, and he immediately turned around and ran towards the road when he came.
"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The wind rang wildly in his ears on both sides, and the breath in his mouth became extremely cold, as if several knives were constantly rubbing inside.
Shen Luo felt that he had never run so fast in his life, as if his chest was about to burst, and in a blink of an eye he ran to the entrance of the village, but without stopping, he was about to rush out of the village in one breath.
"Boom".
He suddenly stagnated, and he threw himself straight to the ground, even pulling a half-foot-long deep mark on the ground.
Shen Luo only felt stiff and cold all over, and there seemed to be something cold on his chest, squirming tightly against his skin.
sank a hard low growl in his throat, fisted
desperately with both hands, and recovered a little bit of strength. Suddenly he pulled open his chest, his eyes widened, and he looked down.
I saw two clear and unusually black palm prints on his chest. They were the size of an ordinary person and were as dark as ink, moving fast upwards. The place they passed by was abnormally cold, causing every inch of skin to stand upside down. He climbed to the sides of his neck, tightening a little bit like a real thing...