The same time I heard those words, an extremely strong and strange feeling arose in my heart. It was quite evil, and this evil came from myself.
It is undeniable that in many things I have experienced in the past, my performance was not very good. I almost relied on mustaches and monks to save me. However, I still have a sense of resistance and avoidance of danger. Sometimes, although I feel very sad,
I may panic and be at a loss because of the suddenness of things, but generally speaking, I know what I should do and how to stay away from danger.
But now, the situation has completely changed. After I heard the sound made by the black shadow (because at that time, even I didn’t dare to confirm whether the words came from its mouth), I couldn’t help but
Want to follow it.
This feeling is really strange. I don’t know how to describe it. I clearly told myself that the shadow that suddenly appeared did not seem to be a Bodhisattva, angel or the like, but the subconscious impulse to follow it was almost impossible.
inhibition.
This situation is like standing in front of a deep cliff. I know that it will be very miserable if I fall, but I still want to jump down. It seems that my whole body is no longer under the control of my brain.
This awareness of wanting to follow it became stronger and stronger. I reluctantly stood up holding on to the wall and stumbled a step forward. The black figure turned around and walked in along the other exit of the stone room. I followed
Behind it, everyone was very mechanical, walking stiffly along the path that the black shadow had taken step by step.
The shadow seemed to know that my physical strength and physical condition were not very good, so it walked very slowly in front of me. My mind seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and my consciousness became increasingly confused, as groggy as a puppet.
, this feeling of being out of control of my consciousness and body made me shudder. All the strength in my body was concentrated on my feet. Apart from numbly following the black shadow step by step, I could hardly make any other movements, even open my mouth to speak.
All are difficult.
Damn it!
Maybe it was because the successive dangers that happened in front of me had exhausted my physical strength. As I walked, my eyelids started to get heavy again, and I felt very sleepy, just like the kind of hypothermia that people suffer from when staying in alpine areas. I had no other thoughts.
, I just wanted to have a deep sleep. After a while, the feeling of drowsiness completely defeated me. As soon as I closed my eyes, I immediately fell into a trance.
What happened next was even more strange. According to my state, I would definitely collapse in the rock crevice after closing my eyes. But after vaguely regaining some consciousness, I found that I had inexplicably changed from where I had just walked.
He escaped from the rock crevice and returned to the stone chamber.
But soon I realized that this stone chamber was not the one I had stayed in just now, and there were several light beams and human figures from flashlights not far from me, but the black shadow disappeared.
A few people not far away were standing in front of the wall on the left side of the stone room with their backs to me. The light beams of the flashlights were all shining on the wall. I felt much better, but my head was still dizzy and I didn't have any strength in my body, but my senses seemed to have improved.
After returning to normal, when I saw those people, I almost screamed with excitement. They were Mustache, Monk, Ma Dad and Chen Ran. Although their backs were to me, I definitely couldn't misread it, especially Ma Dad who looked a little bit...
The wretched back view is hard to mistake.
For me, meeting them at this time was a huge surprise, even more exciting than finding a way out alone. I stood up holding on to the wall, opened my mouth and shouted: "Ma Daddy!"
When I yelled out this voice, my head swelled again. There seemed to be something wrong with my vocal cords, as if there was a big ball of sticky stuff stuck in my throat. Even though I tried my best when calling Ma Dad, it still didn't work.
The voice was so muffled that I couldn't even hear it clearly. I touched my neck and wanted to walk towards them, but after glancing at them twice, my eyes froze.
Something seems wrong.
The four people not far away must be Ma Dad and the others. I can’t mistake this, but I don’t know why. Looking at them now, I always feel weird. The four of them always stand in the same position, motionless.
, as if petrified, even the flashlight beam shining on the wall seemed to have solidified.
As a result, I felt a little hesitant, and I couldn't help but move very slowly. I had lost my flashlight somewhere, so I had to approach them little by little in very dim light.
As the distance between the two parties narrowed, I found that the four of them seemed to have been looking at something on the wall. I also took a look and saw that there were still murals on the wall. It was just because of the distance and light that it was difficult to see from my position.
In the past, there was a vast expanse of flowers and greenery.
My throat was still uncomfortable, so I deliberately breathed harder. In this situation where a pindrop could be heard, the mustache and the monk could definitely hear my breathing, but I took many breaths in succession, and they still couldn't.
He stood motionless, as if something had attracted all his attention, so that he couldn't extricate himself from it.
A very ominous premonition spread in my heart.
I stretched out my hand and touched it. I found that the dagger was still in the scabbard at my waist. I took it out easily, started to walk again, and started to slowly move towards them. At this time, I could smell a very dangerous smell. Those four people must be
Something is wrong, but I can't leave them alone. If someone else has an accident and ends up here, I will most likely be trapped alive. Rather than that, I might as well die a simpler death.
Gradually, I walked to a place five or six meters away from them, squatted down, and tapped the hard ground twice with my dagger. The sound was very obvious, but the four people in front of me really made it.
As if he was petrified, he stared at the wall without any reaction.
My attention was all focused on them. As for what was painted on the wall, I had never looked carefully. Then I raised my eyes and glanced, and my scalp suddenly tightened.
The whole wall was painted with the same kind of black shadow that showed me the way just now! Ma Dad and the others just stood there and looked at the shadow murals on the wall! What Ma Dad said before seems to be absolutely right, this place is indeed very beautiful.
evil!
I have no doubt that these four people were hit. As for why they were hit, I can’t tell now. I tried hard to suppress my violent heartbeat and panic, and subconsciously held the dagger tighter. All four people were hit.
Now, I am the only one who is awake. If I panic again, the situation will become even more uncontrollable.
After thinking nervously for a few seconds, I came to a conclusion. Judging from the appearance of Ma Dad and the others, they might have discovered the murals on the walls after arriving in this stone room, because these murals were black shadows one after another, very strange.
It was strange, so they gathered around to watch. Maybe something happened while watching the mural, which resulted in several people standing still in place like the statue.
If this inference is true, then the strangeness must lie in these murals.
Thinking of this, I felt that some measures should be taken to keep them away from these weird murals, but a few people may have lost their sense of independence, otherwise they would not stand here motionless. I gritted my teeth and decided to keep them alone
A dead pull back.
I handed the dagger to my left hand and warned myself not to look at the murals on the wall again. I quickly approached Ma Dad, reached out and grabbed one of his arms and pulled him back. Because the four of them were unconscious and looked like wooden stakes.
Yes, it would be very difficult to drag it back. I almost concentrated all my strength on my right hand, but to my surprise, Ma Dad’s body didn’t seem very heavy. As soon as I stretched out my hand to pull, he slowly turned around.
body.
As soon as I saw Ma Dad's face, I almost collapsed.
Ma Dad's entire face was covered with a layer of strange black, and it was a very heavy and depressing deep black. In my impression, this kind of black could only be used as a blackboard. If it appeared on a person's face, then
This feeling is difficult to accept.
Moreover, Ma Dad’s eyes had completely changed. They were empty and indifferent, without a trace of warmth or emotion. They were like two pools of frozen ink, staring straight at me. I took a few steps back in embarrassment, and Ma Dad bent over.
When I followed him, his voice was still the same as before, but it made me want to go crazy.
"Master Wei, don't leave. Come look at these paintings with me."
If I were facing a stranger now, I might not be so frightened that I would go crazy. But these are the people I am most familiar with, and suddenly I find them like this. I really hate myself.
Pass out again quickly.
I kept retreating, and Ma Daddy kept approaching. His slumped shoulders looked funny at first, but now they looked indescribably weird. My throat was still unable to make a sound, so I had no choice but to wave the dagger in my hand, trying to
I asked him to stop, but Ma Dad had no intention of stopping. I was immediately forced to do nothing, because no matter what, I didn't want to hurt him.
Soon, I was forced to a corner of the stone room. Ma Dad kept muttering that he wanted me to accompany him to see the murals. I felt that if there was really no other way, I could only crawl into the rock crevice again and slowly lure Ma Dad to another place.
Maybe he could return to normal after leaving this stone room and the murals.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly retreated to the side of a lantern figurine. I always felt as if I had caught sight of something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head subconsciously and was instantly stunned.
A pair of hands as black as ink stretched out from the lamp oil and strangled my neck fiercely, tightening it tighter and tighter. When I struggled, a curled up black corpse was brought out from the jar, the same thing I saw in the previous stone room.
are almost the same.
I suddenly realized that something was wrong, but the hands on my neck gradually increased their strength, strangling me so hard that I couldn't breathe. The scene and consciousness in front of me gradually blurred, and I finally passed out again.