Zhou Ming touched his head in a panic, but didn't feel anything strange. He wanted to find a puddle to look at, but heard Erdan say: "No, it's gone again."
"Erdan, you're not kidding me, are you!" Zhou Ming put down his hand and stared at Erdan suspiciously.
"I, I didn't!" Erdan blushed and stammered: "I really saw your head shining! The purple light is flashing, it's so beautiful!"
"What the hell is flashing? I'm not a light bulb!" Zhou Mingdu muttered.
Erdan looked confused and asked: "What is a light bulb?"
Zhou Ming was startled again, scratched his head, and said distressedly: "I don't know, I think I saw it in a dream."
He touched the back of his head and felt a little confused. There seemed to be a lot of things in that dream, but he couldn't remember any of them. However, two strange words would pop up out of nowhere, and he couldn't understand them no matter how hard he thought about them.
The two people chatted for a while, and then drove their sheep back. The two groups of sheep sometimes converged and sometimes dispersed, but they couldn't really tell the difference.
They go out to herd the sheep together every day, and then drive them back together after the sheep are full. Both of them are very familiar with their own sheep, and there will never be a situation where they are confused and unrecognizable.
After walking through a section of ups and downs, the village ahead was already in sight. Thinking of having a hot meal after returning home, both of them quickened their pace.
At this moment, Zhou Ming's ears twitched slightly and asked his companion: "Did you hear anything?"
"Ah?" Erdan looked confused.
"It's the wind, it's such a loud wind!" Zhou Ming suddenly widened his eyes and looked into the distance.
"What's the news? Why didn't I hear it?" Erdan looked at Zhou Ming strangely, feeling that he was always acting weird today.
But immediately, Erdan's expression changed, because there was a sudden sound of wind in his ears, and in a very short time, the sound of the wind became very loud, roaring, and the heaven and earth shook.
"Wind! Strong wind!"
"How, how is it possible!"
The next moment, the wind blew violently.
I saw boundless wind and waves rolling in from the front, like a tsunami, connecting the sky and the earth. The wind and waves were like mountains and seas. Wherever they went, mountains and rocks were flying, trees were broken, and it was like the roar of evil ghosts, which was extremely frightening.
The two teenage boys were stunned by the miraculous scene that unfolded before their eyes.
Under such a powerful force of heaven and earth, they lost the function of language and the ability to express shock and fear. Their minds were frightened, leaving only the instinct of standing there in a daze.
Zhou Ming was the first to react and shouted in horror: "Village! Village!"
Erdan was shocked and realized that the boundless wind and waves were the most terrifying moving natural disaster. The sky and the earth changed color wherever they passed, and everything sounded in unison. And the storm seemed to be... passing through their village?
"No! Dad! Mom!" Erdan screamed and ran towards the village regardless.
"Wait!" Zhou Ming hurriedly reached out to grab it, but missed it. He shouted, "Are you crazy?" Seeing that Erdan didn't react at all, he quickly ran after his little friend.
The storm passed through the village easily, just like an elephant crushing a mouse. It was so powerful that it covered the surrounding area for miles. The rolling wind and waves did not stop for a moment, but continued to move forward along the established trajectory.
"Stop!" Zhou Ming, who was running wildly, finally caught up with Erdan, pounced on Erdan, and threw Erdan to the ground. The two of them rolled down the hillside, and Zhou Ming finally caught Erdan to steady himself.
Figure, the storm ahead is coming.
"It's over..." This thought flashed through Zhou Ming's mind, and the next moment the two of them were swept by the wind and waves and wrapped in the storm.
The wind is howling! The sky is dark and the earth is dark!
The two people in the storm were like two small sampans that were swept away by the fierce hurricane. Zhou Ming's body hit the ground heavily, and his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
Dream.
Zhou Ming fell into a dream again.
His consciousness was hazy and self-obscuring, and all kinds of complicated and messy pictures were randomly pieced together in his dreams, interpreting various scenes and encounters.
Death, death over and over again, different kinds of death.
In his dream, he seemed to transform into different people, experience different lives one after another, and then die in various ways of death at the hands of different alien races.
Men, women, old and young, disabled and sick, every death he experienced was so real, and the pain he felt was vividly experienced by him.
One by one, aliens, orcs, orphans, villains, egg people, friends, stone people, snowmen, feather people, hair people, ink people... all died in various ways, including being beaten to death, trampled to death, and divided.
Corpses were poisoned, used as materials for refinement, and used as food...
This kind of pain keeps accumulating and intensifying as there are more and more various pictures. However, the pictures are endless. Zhou Ming is tortured by various ways of death, and the accumulated pain is boundless.
The endless pain made Zhou Ming's will almost crazy. Finally, he was suppressed to the limit and let out a roar from the deepest part of his heart.
"No!"
Zhou Ming suddenly sat up, panting heavily, his whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes were turning black and dizzy.
After a while, he finally came to his senses and found that he was in a strange room.
The house was spacious and bright, and the furnishings were simple but full of charm. In the eyes of a sheepherder like him, it was an unimaginable luxury.
"Oh? Are you awake?"
A magnetic voice sounded, and Zhou Ming followed the sound and saw a man in a green shirt stepping into the room from the door and looking at him with a smile.
"Where is this place? How did I get here?" Zhou Ming looked at him and asked in a panic: "The village, how is the village? My parents, and Erdan..."
"Don't worry, little guy. Although I have healed your injuries, your body is still too weak. Don't get too excited." The man stepped forward and held Zhou Ming's shoulders.
A soft white light lit up in his palm and quickly swept across Zhou Ming's body. Zhou Ming felt a warmth in his body, felt a lot more comfortable, and relaxed.
"My name is Bai Jing, little guy, what's your name?"
"My, my name is Zhou Ming." Zhou Ming said a little cautiously.
"Zhou Ming, yes, that's a good name." Bai Jing nodded and said, "Little guy, I know you have a lot of questions, but don't worry, we have plenty of time, I'll answer them one by one."
"First of all, your first question is, where is this place, right?" Bai Jing smiled, then spoke again, with a bit of pride in his tone: "This is heaven!"
"Heaven!" Zhou Ming's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of disbelief.
Seeing Zhou Ming's exaggerated reaction, Bai Jing laughed with satisfaction and continued: "You were brought back by my master, who is also known as Baiyun Zhenren. Well, little guy..."
Having said this, the smile on Bai Jing's face faded, his expression became serious, his eyes were filled with pity, and he looked at Zhou Ming with a soft voice.
"There are alien feathered people who invaded our human territory and caused a lot of murders. The village where you live, and the people in the village, no one survived except you..."