With the sound of the horse's roar, I froze because the scene in front of me was too real. When I saw the carriage rushing over, I felt that there was a powerful destructive force that was about to overwhelm me. But in my body and mind
While I was stiff, the consciousness in my heart kept telling me that this was an illusion, absolutely an illusion.
I can't describe my emotions at this time. Even though I kept reminding myself, I still had a sense of resistance as a conditioned reflex. If it were a normal person with less courage, he might have been hit by the carriage and the car at this time.
I was completely shocked by the roaring horses, and I might have run away, but I didn't. As the carriage rushed over like lightning, I suddenly raised the iron rod in my hand and smashed it with all my strength.
This may be a habitual action of the body when encountering danger. I tried my best and the iron rod, which was a little thicker than my thumb, came down with a whirring sound, but it could not touch anything.
Target, because the carriage is inherently nihilistic.
clang......
The stick was finally smashed empty, and all the power was concentrated on the iron rod, and it hit the ground again. A sound of metal colliding with the ground suddenly sounded. At this time, I may be in a very strange state, and I understand that I
I was in a difficult situation, but I couldn't extricate myself. As if I wanted to smash the carriage to pieces, I picked up the stick again and swung it over again and again.
Naturally, every stick failed. I didn't know how many times I swung it back and forth. My chaotic thoughts were interrupted by a soft pop. The sound was very, very small, but it was like deafening, and the virtual image of the carriage in front of me disappeared like a bubble.
In front of me, almost the entire arm was numb from the shock of the angry blow just now.
The moment I regained consciousness, I saw a very narrow gap carved out by an iron rod on the ground with messy patterns. This layer of stone must be very thin. But I didn't have time to think about it.
Yes, because this gap is like a fountain, with a stream of light golden air constantly spurting out.
The rich aroma was emitted with the golden airflow. This was perhaps the best smell in the world. I seemed to be melted into this aroma. The two phoenixes flying in the space suddenly stopped.
Keeping their shape, they slowly circled around the airflow.
I don’t know what’s going on. What’s slowly flowing under this translucent stone skin may be this kind of light golden gas. The gas spurts out very fast, constantly pouring into the cracks from all sides of the ground, and then evaporates. The entire space
The inside was completely soaked with fragrance, and the feeling of smelling the fragrance was wonderful. I held the iron rod and immediately didn't want to move, as if I had suddenly returned to the most energetic moment in my life.
The air spurt lasted for two or three minutes. With the eruption of these pale golden gases, the pale light under the stone skin gradually disappeared. The ventilation of the space was very poor, and all the fragrance was accumulated inside. It persisted for a long time, but the golden light dissipated.
, completely dimmed in the end.
Through the light of the flashlight, I saw beyond the dense gas, the "corpse" lying quietly on the ground seemed to have been drained of its essence by something. It was originally covered with a layer of black mold, but the skin
The body and hair appeared so normal, but when the golden energy dissipated, the "corpse" quickly began to change color and wither. It seemed as if it had been dragged under strong sunlight for a whole day and was almost dehydrated and dry.
Under the patches of black mold, the skin of the "corpse" looked like cracked earth. The hair and beard on its head soon lost their dark luster and turned gray. According to my visual inspection, this "corpse"
"The original length should be between 1.8 and 1.85 meters, but in just this short moment, it shrunk to less than 170 centimeters.
At that moment, I realized in a trance that I might have destroyed some of the delicate balance in this space unintentionally. Because I could hear the low calls of two phoenixes, hovering in the fragrance that had not yet dissipated.
There is a sound of joy, but behind this joy, there seems to be a kind of regret and unwillingness. It is impossible for phoenixes to live in such a remote place for no reason. The light golden airflow under the stone skin may be what attracts them
, but now that the airflow has dissipated, they may not be able to stay long, and they have to continue looking for the next place where the light golden airflow exists.
This is a very strange feeling. When the light golden air flows under the stone skin, there is a mysterious and vibrant atmosphere in the whole space. But at this moment, this atmosphere no longer exists, and the space becomes dark and gloomy.
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I didn't know if there would be any changes in the future, and I felt very uneasy. Apart from the "corpse", there was almost nothing else in this space. It was inconvenient to stay for a long time. I quickly glanced around and followed the instructions.
I retreated the way I came. After emerging from under the ruins, I felt a little regretful. There were too many disadvantages to traveling alone. If I had a reliable companion now, I could try my best to explore more situations.
I couldn't guess whether the space under the ruins was the only place worth paying attention to in the entire dead village. It was still early and the wind was lighter, so I planned to continue walking along the ruins to see if I could find anything else.
Almost all the ground in the ruins was covered with sand and dust, so observation and search were limited and progress was very slow.
More than half an hour later, I walked out more than ten meters. When I raised my foot and took another step, I felt that the sole of my foot touched a slightly elastic but very unstable place. I immediately retracted my foot and used
The stick pulled a little, and sure enough, a wooden board was exposed under a thin layer of dust.
The village was completely deserted. I didn’t know where the current location was in the past. I continued to push away the dust and sand. There were two wooden boards underneath, almost two meters in diameter. I knew without opening the board that there must be something underneath.
It was empty. I observed very carefully. After cleaning off all the sand and dust on the wooden boards, I found a little abnormality on the edges of the wooden boards. The village had been abandoned for at least fifteen years, but the two wooden boards were not that different.
Old, that is to say, they were probably laid here after the destruction of the village.
Moreover, the subtle and imperceptible marks on the edges of the wooden boards revealed that these two wooden boards were often moved.
Seeing this, I suddenly became nervous. I couldn't help but raise my head and look around. Would there be anyone in such a dead village?
Many clues were connected invisibly, including ancient tombs outside the village, long-lasting corpses, two shepherds who died tragically, and earthen graves dug from the inside...
The unknown place under these two wooden boards immediately aroused my interest. Although it didn't feel so stable, I thought about it, was fully prepared, and slowly opened the wooden boards.
Sure enough, there was a dark hole under the board. After taking off the board, I could tell that it was probably a dry well. There was no running water in this village, and there was no river nearby. In the past, villagers had to dig wells to get water. Press
Logically speaking, when you dig a well in a place like this, you usually have to dig it very deep to get water out. But I don’t think this well is very deep. It must have been dry for a long time. There is a lot of sand at the bottom of the well, and there is a raft on the wall.
A very long and crude wooden ladder.
I threw two stones into the well, but nothing happened. From my angle, I couldn't see anything. The well was narrow and the iron rod couldn't be used. I threw away the stick, took out a dagger, and put the backpack
I sorted it out and put it by the well. I stepped on the simple wooden ladder and walked down step by step. Although the ladder was simple, it was very strong. When I stepped on the ladder, I saw that it was almost smooth, indicating that someone
Frequent traffic passes here.
Because of this, I was even more careful. The dry well was only about six or seven meters deep, but when I gently walked down the ladder to the bottom of the well, I immediately discovered that this dry well had been renovated. The well did not dry up naturally, and it must have dried up.
There was water, but it was blocked with stones. On one side of the well bottom, a hole more than one meter high was dug horizontally. I bent down and took a flashlight to look inside. As soon as I glanced at it, my heart suddenly lifted.
When it hit my throat, I subconsciously took half a step back.
The hole dug in the well wall was not very big, with a length and width of six or seven meters. I saw some pots and jars piled messily inside, as well as ragged bedding. What made me nervous was that those
There was a person lying on the quilt.
He was lying on his side with his back to me. I couldn't see his face, only his messy long hair. This long hair immediately confused my judgment, and I couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a girl.
Woman. He was lying motionless on his side, and I couldn't tell whether he was alive, dead, or even asleep?
I didn't dare to go in for the time being, and I didn't retreat. I just stood there and continued to watch. According to my judgment, this should be a living person, because I couldn't smell any corpse smell. Although my movements when climbing down from above were very
Be careful, but in an empty dry well, this kind of noise is definitely not too small. This person is still lying on his side, which makes me wonder, is he really in a deep sleep?
But there is no doubt that if there is a person in such a dead village or such a dry well, then the origin and identity of this person are very questionable. I must find a way to talk to him. If normal means don't work, I can only use force. Qingqing
The longer they disappeared, the less patience I had. In order to get more clues, I had to become more ruthless.
This is my principle. I never want to take the initiative to hurt anyone, but I also don’t allow people around me to be hurt by anyone.
Looking at the person lying on his side in the cave, I always had a little suspicion. I suspected that even if he was sleeping soundly, he would not be sleeping so soundly. So I gave up the idea of entering the cave, stepped back a little, and stood guard at the entrance of the well wall.
Side. I observed clearly that the hole in the well wall was a dead hole. If this person wanted to get out, he had to leave through the ladder of the dry well. I stayed outside, which meant I had a little initiative.
After squatting beside the cave for almost an hour, the people in the cave didn't even move. They were lying like stones. But the quieter it was, the more it made me feel like there was something fishy inside.
I held the dagger and slowly frowned. Who is this person?