Unfortunately, when the stone fell on the ground, the long end pointed in a completely different direction from the Soul-Eating Rat King.

Eagle Wing looked in the third direction in astonishment. Should he believe in the Soul-Eating Rat King now, or should he believe in himself?

After hesitating for a moment, Eagle Wing made a choice that even he found incredible. He chose the last direction and walked there without looking back, fearing that if he hesitated, he would not be able to help but look back.

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Of course. After walking a few steps, he realized that he had no chance to look back. No matter where he went, there was white fog. Even if he stood still, the white fog would become thicker and thicker, so thick that he could not see his hand.

Five fingers, no boots visible when looking down.

However, the strange thing was that in this kind of mountain where he could not see the way forward, no matter how he walked, he did not touch anything. Even if he deliberately dragged his legs, he did not touch any stones. This was completely

It doesn't feel like you're on a mountain, but like you're in a flat, empty place.

He simply squatted down and touched the ground, but the fact was beyond his expectation. What he touched was uneven ground and sharp stones. Each piece was extremely irregular and would not twist even if he bumped into it.

He had to scrape out a gash to cut his foot off. He deliberately stood up and stepped towards the place where there was a stone, but the stone disappeared strangely.

Well, Eagle Wings understands why those who enter the mountain can only get in and out. In such a place, there is no destination, no enemies, no clues, no way forward, and no way out.

, besides being trapped here waiting to die, what else is there?

"No, I can't stay here." Eagle Wing raised his hand and slapped himself: "The Soul-Eating Rat King brought me here, and the little black goose must be here." Maybe Wushuang is also here.

He simply stopped walking, moved a few steps, squatted and touched the ground, and found a relatively flat place. Then he took out a simple bed board from the storage space, put it down carefully, and sat down before letting go.

Go up to the top, so that if you let go, the bed board will disappear. Then take out the thick mattress, spread it on top, and fall asleep on it, so as to save your own energy.

He yawned, closed his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "I hope the Soul-Eating Rat King can find the little black goose and save me before I die trapped here."

It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but it is indeed his only hope.

He didn't know how long he lay there. He ate something when he was hungry, and stretched his legs and legs on the bed when he felt numb. Anyway, he didn't move or think about anything.

Fortunately, it's not windy or rainy here, so it's quite comfortable to sleep.

It wasn't until his food began to run out that he became a little uneasy and counted his fingers, "It must have been more than half a month. If I had known better, I should have prepared more food." After that, he hesitated for a moment.

, I still took out the treasured roast goose, but before it was even heated, the roast goose disappeared in my hand.

He looked at his hands in disbelief. They were still stained with oil, which showed that he was not dreaming when he took out the roast goose, but the roast goose disappeared.

Wait, roast goose!

In his memory, there was only one guy who loved roast goose, especially roast goose legs.

He shouted angrily at the top of his lungs: "Little Black Goose, is that you? Come out, Lord Ying, get out of here!"

Then, the quiet surroundings suddenly changed. He immediately hid aside, and at the same time, a whirlwind appeared in his body, tightly protecting him, but a powerful force still hit the back of his head hard, making him gasp in pain.

It was gritty, but... apart from the pain, there was no other harm.

Now, he believed even more that the little guy must be here.

However, he definitely couldn't beat the little black goose. Besides, if he beat the Yeyun goose, wouldn't he be beaten to death? If he scolded him, he would have to be beaten by the little black goose. That would be asking for trouble.

He rolled his eyes, thought about it, and whispered: "I not only have roasted whole goose, but also roasted goose legs. They are all wrapped in honey and roasted until they are shiny and tender. When you bite into them, the skin will melt."

The meat is burnt and slippery..." Before he could finish his words, as expected, something fell on his head with a heavy weight. He looked up and met a pair of greedy little soybean eyes.

Big eyes... small eyes...

Eagle Wings couldn't believe it. He was afraid that if he blinked his eyes, everything would become empty, and he would finally realize that it was just another dream. It wasn't until the little black goose hit the back of his head with another wing that he became angry.

He said: "Men can't hit their heads!"

The little black goose flapped its wings and screamed, as if to say: I'll hit you, how can you resist me?

Well, it's really embarrassing to argue with a goose!

He stretched out his hand and tapped the back of his hand. The little black goose reluctantly moved to the back of his hand and tilted his head to look at him.

"Is Wushuang here too?" he asked.

The little black goose hesitated for a moment, nodded, opened one of its wings, and pointed in a certain direction. With this move, the eagle wing directly raised its hand and slapped itself in the face.

The direction that the little black goose pointed was where the long end of the stone pointed when he chose the direction. If he had walked in that direction early, he might have found the place long ago. As a result, his brain cramped and he chose such a direction.

What an unfortunate place.

"Take me there." He said, rubbing his sore face.

The little black goose stared at him but did not move.

Eagle Wing sighed: "Do you think I will harm her? I really just want to find her and make sure she is safe."

The little black goose tilted its head, thought for a while, and jumped on his shoulder. Eagle Wing knew that it had agreed, so it immediately got up, packed its things, and walked in that direction.

Although there was still the same white fog and the same weirdness along the way, Eagle Wings knew it and didn't care at all. Instead, he only hated himself for walking slowly and wished he could fly with wings.

After walking for about an hour, the white fog began to fade, and Eagle Wings quickened his pace again. Soon, he saw something, not fog, but snow, pure white snow. Under the snow were green branches.

The buds are like the last white snow in the new spring.

In the middle of the snow field is a green pool, and next to it is a small white two-story castle, which almost blends into the snow.

In front of the small castle, stood a young woman. Her long hair was not combed and spread naturally around her back until it fell to the ground. But that back figure was very familiar to him. In the past six months, she had seen her almost every now and then.

Appeared in his dream.

He couldn't help but hold his breath and stopped walking. He didn't dare to take another half step forward. The words "Wu Shuang" got stuck in his throat and he couldn't shout out for a long time.
Chapter completed!