Once I run, I can't stop anymore.
The terrifying aura chased after him relentlessly, never letting up for a moment.
Zuo Buliu didn't know what it was, but he couldn't suppress the fear in his heart. Apart from running away, he couldn't think of any other thoughts in his mind.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe a month, before the endless road, three forks suddenly appeared.
Go straight? Turn left? Turn right?
The fear behind him was approaching at an unimaginable speed. Zuo Buliu didn't have much time to think, so he just chose to go left based on his intuition.
The moment I turned the corner, what appeared in front of me was the same dim stone road as before, still long and with no end in sight.
This is...a maze!
A look of surprise flashed in Zuobuli's eyes, and his already panicked expression became even more ugly.
At this point, he still didn't understand that he was in a maze.
I don’t know where the end point is, or even whether there is an end point.
Zuo Buliu wanted to look back countless times to see what was chasing him, but the fear filling his heart prevented him from turning his neck at all.
He has no choice but to keep running!
In the following time, there will be forks in the road ahead, sometimes two forks, sometimes three forks.
The choice of Zuo Buliu is often based on intuition and has no logic at all.
Day after day, year after year, he kept running like this, and if the drops of sweat were gathered together, they could almost form a stream.
Mentally and physically exhausted, he wanted to stop and rest countless times.
However, he didn't dare!
The voice from the depths of his soul told him that once he was caught up by something behind him, he would definitely be doomed.
Am I going to run to death in this maze?
After running for countless years, such an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
He was as strong as ever, but at this moment he had the faint idea of giving up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the idea came to mind, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.
In front of the stone road, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared.
exit!
Zuo Buliu's eyes lit up, and hope instantly ignited. A force surged from nowhere, and he kicked his feet hard. His whole body turned into a flash of light and headed straight for the exit.
Soon!
Soon!
Coming soon!
Looking at the exit getting closer and closer, Fatty Zuo's heart was beating wildly
It kept going on and on, almost jumping out of the body from the mouth.
The moment he crossed the exit, his whole body relaxed subconsciously.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Zuo Buliu's expression became strange again.
Just because what appears in front of you is not the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water, but a forest of dead trees with no end in sight.
A full disk-like blood moon hangs in the sky. Its outline is clearly visible and its edges are jagged. The moonlight is no longer soft, but as red as a blazing flame, eerie and dazzling.
The scarlet moonlight fell on the earth, adding a sense of eeriness and mystery to the already desolate forest of dead trees.
Zuo Buliu's newly relaxed nerves became tense again, and he slowly shuttled between the dead trees, his eyes full of vigilance and vigilance.
After exploring like this for about a moment, he found nothing unusual except for the blood moon above his head and countless dead trees around him.
"Woo~"
Just when he was about to relax his nerves, a sad cry suddenly sounded from behind him.
Zuo Buliu was startled and turned around suddenly, only to realize that a translucent white ghost was floating behind him at some point.
Its skin is pale and cold, its outline is bright and dark, erratic, and its eyes are empty and lifeless. They are clearly facing here, but they don't seem to be looking left or right.
What the hell?
The fat man was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Woo~"
Unexpectedly, another sad cry sounded from behind.
Zuo Buliu's face turned slightly pale, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. When he looked back, he found the second ghost.
Then came the third head, the fourth head, the fifth head...
More and more ghosts emerged from the surrounding dead trees and floated in the air, one after another in an endless stream.
"Woo~" "Woo~" "Woo~"
Weird cries echoed among the dead trees, one after another, endlessly.
In panic, Zuo Buliu finally couldn't hold it any longer, raised his right arm, and struck hard at the nearest ghost.
The fist did not encounter any obstruction, but penetrated directly through the opponent's body, as if it hit the air. On the contrary, the fat man could not hold back, and stumbled forward, almost losing his balance and falling to the ground.
"ah!!!"
under attack
At that moment, the ghost suddenly screamed loudly, and the harsh sound almost tore the fat man's eardrum.
Other ghosts around him also roared, as if responding to it.
These many cries intertwined together to form a strange melody.
Calling it a melody is actually a bit reluctant.
Just because the intervals between notes are extremely irregular, it is like an individual with a strong personality, twisting, rotating, and jumping in the air, like a crazy beast running wildly in the night.
Every collision of notes is like a sharp blade scraping hard on the glass, crazily stimulating Zuo Buli's eardrums, brain and heart. .??.
He felt a headache, a swollen brain, and blood flowed backwards. There was no awkwardness or discomfort anywhere in his body, and he couldn't help but put his fingers into his ears.
However, no matter how blocked, the music played by the ghosts could easily break into his ears, madly torturing Zuo Buliu's will, causing him to lie on the ground, rolling back and forth in pain, almost falling into madness.
For a moment, he almost couldn't help but pierce his eardrums and dig out his heart, just hoping that this could end as soon as possible.
Sadly, Zuo Buliu soon discovered that he could not even destroy himself.
Apart from continuing to listen to the ghosts "playing music", he had nothing to do!
Ever since, the miserable Zuo Buliu had been rolling around in this forest of dead trees for who knows how many years.
For any person, under such mental torture, his willpower would never last for half an hour.
Incredibly, although the ghost singing for many years caused him endless pain, it did not completely drive him crazy.
As time went by, he even began to adapt to this kind of torture.
At a certain moment, a big hole suddenly appeared on the ground.
Before the dying Zuo Buliu had time to react, his plump body fell into the hole. His whole body kept falling, falling, falling, as if he could never touch the bottom of the hole.
This fall turned out to be an unknown number of years ago.
The moment he hit bottom, he thought he would be greeted by another terrifying sight.
However, there was nothing.
He was just in total darkness, unable to see anything or hear any sound.
There is nothing but darkness!
Zuo Buliu's eyes were dull, and he lay there quietly motionless. He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, but he felt a little relaxed in his heart.
Take a breath.
Compared to the previous torture, the current situation can simply be described as paradise.
Time passed like this minute by minute, and gradually, he began to feel that something was wrong.
There is no interaction, no change, and nothing to do.
When it lasted long enough, the silent darkness actually became a kind of torture.
A torture a hundred times more painful than the singing of ghosts!
What a vicious woman!
How much hatred do we have?
Why should I endure such pain?
Can't you kill me with one knife?
Zuo Buliu, who was almost driven crazy by the darkness, couldn't help but curse Nangong Ling in his heart.
Of course, he only dared to curse secretly and did not have the courage to curse out loud, for fear that he would anger the other party and come up with more vicious methods to torture himself.
As arrogant as he is, he has to admit that he is sincerely afraid of that beautiful woman with golden eyes.
The changes in the illusion continue.
After that, Zuo Buliu experienced soul stripping, hard labor in hell, survival in the apocalypse, and other bizarre illusions one after another. Each one was more painful and abnormal than the previous one.
He even began to admire Nangong Ling's imagination.
Countless times, he felt like he was going to die completely.
But with extraordinary willpower, he survived. No matter how painful and weak he was, he still retained a trace of clear consciousness.
On this day, after witnessing the royal court being trampled down by a giant beast from the sky, his eyes suddenly flashed and he appeared in front of a simple and magnificent building.
here it is……?
Looking at the vaguely familiar scene in front of him, Zuo Buliu turned his brain desperately, trying to remember something.
A slender figure slowly walked out from the main entrance of the building. He was handsome and graceful, with a bit of unruliness on his handsome face. It was obvious at a glance that he was a person who was not easy to get close to.
"Fatty!"
Seeing Zuo Buliu, the visitor's face darkened, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he cursed with disgust, "You still know how to come back? Why don't you die outside?"
Looking at the handsome face in front of him and listening to his boring words, Zuo Buliu trembled all over. His whole body froze in place for an instant, and dusty memories rushed in, almost squeezing his brain out.
This chapter has been completed!