But all of this is just something to think about later. The most important thing now is to think about how to leave the red-haired old man in front of me.
It seemed that he was very afraid of Yang Song's existence. The red-haired old man took out a machete behind him. It was stained with blood and looked like a sharp weapon used to chop meat. Holding the knife, the red-haired old man said with trembling lips: "You
You’re not from here! You’re not from here!”
Yang Song quickly said: "Old man, I don't mean any harm, and I don't know why I came here." After speaking, he raised his hand towards the old man to express his goodwill.
"Don't come here! Intruder! If you come here again I'll kill you!" The red-haired old man's eyes widened and he swung the machete in his hand towards Yang Song.
Yang Song had never fought since he was a child. Even when he saw other people fighting, he would avoid them and try not to get close. So he had no fighting experience at all. In this situation, the only way Yang Song could think of was to run away.
The red-haired old man's face was full of fear, but he waved the machete in his hand firmly and chased Yang Song, who was running away in front of him, as if he was determined to fight to the death.
Yang Song, who was running on the run, was naturally full of resentment. He had provoked whomever, and suddenly he was like this. At this moment, Yang Song found that the world in front of him began to tilt, and he suddenly stopped. The ball was still there.
It is really a ball, but it is just a ball floating in the air. It is completely different from a planet that has its own gravity. If it escapes from the top of the ball, it will slide down directly!
Seeing all this, Yang Song couldn't help but take a breath of air. Fortunately, he stopped, otherwise he would have been dead if he fell, not to mention that there was still that weird cloud and mist below.
"I'm going to kill you!" The red-haired old man moved very quickly, but he didn't expect that Yang Song would stop. He bumped into Yang Song's back, and the two of them immediately slipped down.
The ball was really round, with a black texture, and the surface was made of brick with no protrusions or concavities at all. Yang Song kept trying to scratch the ball with his hands, but even if he scratched it with his fingernails,
It had no effect at all, and I could only watch myself falling down together with the frightened red-haired old man.
The red-haired old man was right on top of Yang Song's head, waving the machete in his hand in a dancing manner, trying to chop down Yang Song, who was falling down like him. However, the two of them were falling at the same speed, and they couldn't get enough distance to chop him down.
Two to three meters of poplar.
"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" The red-haired old man roared these words, and his face became distorted, as if a bowl of water had been poured onto an oil painting, and his whole face had begun to dissolve.
Generally spreads in all directions.
Yang Song naturally saw this scene, because the red-haired old man had already struggled to turn his body upside down, with his head down and his feet up. He didn't seem to care about the consequences of falling. He just wanted to kill Yang Song, the man he said.
intruder.
"How many times have I told you that I don't even know why I'm here!" Yang Song looked at the red-haired old man bitterly, completely unreasonable and just like a lunatic.
"I'm going to kill you!" There was no other words in the red-haired old man's mouth except these words. Yang Song gave up the desire to talk to him, but focused on the machete he was swinging in his hand.
above.
Now Yang Song and the old man are gradually approaching the edge of the ball, and their sliding speed is getting faster and faster. As long as they exceed the edge, they can only fall down.
"Damn it! Fight!" Yang Song gritted his teeth and looked at the red-haired old man and yelled: "I am the intruder! Come and kill me!"
Hearing that Yang Song finally admitted that he was an intruder, the red-haired old man became even more excited and shouted: "I knew you were an intruder! I found the intruder! I found the intruder! I want to kill him
You! Kill the intruder!"
Yang Song knew that this old man had no sense at all. His head seemed to be filled with the so-called intruder. He tried his best to look around. In this world completely surrounded by clouds and mist, there was nothing but spheres. Even if Yang Song fell
If he falls, he will probably enter the clouds again, but there is no guarantee of what is inside the clouds, so Yang Song cannot fall easily. Even if it is safe, he still has to face the crazy pursuer of the red-haired old man.
He tried hitting the surface of the ball with his hands and feet in an attempt to slow down his fall, but it was useless because it was too smooth. Instead, the force caused Yang Song to bounce up and almost didn't fly out.
However, Yang Song soon discovered that even if this method could not make him really stop, it could make him pause in the air for a while, and this pause could bring him closer to the red-haired old man.
"Okay!" Yang Song tried hard to wave his hands and feet, but there was always resistance. If he just let his butt sit on the ball and let him slide down, it would definitely go down like this, but the skin on his hands was still there.
The shoes on your feet are extremely resistant.
The red-haired old man seemed to have discovered something, and an expression of anticipation began to show on his face. He was just waiting for Yang Song to get closer and closer to him. He didn't even notice that the skin on his belly was completely turned over because he leaned against the ball with his belly.
The slide left a trail of blood as far as it slid. The scene was extremely miserable.
"Die! Die!" The distance between the red-haired old man's head and Yang Song's head was only half an arm's length. The old man roared with laughter. He could finally kill the intruder! He grabbed the knife in his hand and pointed at Yang Song.
Cut it off.
Yang Song's eyes were fixed on the red-haired old man's right hand. The moment he waved his right hand, Yang Song suddenly turned around, and the machete hit the ball with a narrow stroke. This was Yang Song.
After waiting for a long time, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the machete without hesitation.
As soon as he grabbed the machete, a strong smell of blood hit his nostrils. Yang Song almost fainted and shook his head suddenly, overcoming the dizziness in his head.
"Give me my knife back!" The red-haired old man panicked and wanted to snatch the machete back, but Yang Song had already held the machete downward, and he couldn't reach it at all.
"Wow!" The red-haired old man went completely crazy. He grabbed Yang Song's hair, pulled his head to Yang Song's ear with a sudden tug, opened his mouth and bit Yang Song's ear.
Yang Song's ear had never been bitten before. This was such a delicate place after all, so Yang Song was in great pain. In anger, he raised the machete in his hand and chopped it on his head without even looking.
This knife did not cut off the old man's hand, but instead embedded the machete hard into the ball. Yang Song held it tightly, and the slide immediately stopped, while the unlucky red-haired old man watched the machete stop.
On the ball, his shoulder slid down and was cut in two with a click. This machete was really sharp.
"Ouch!" The red-haired old man let out a scream, and the mouth that was biting Yang Song's ear naturally parted. His whole body and severed hand rolled and fell downwards. This was already the edge of the ball, and it had not rolled a few times.
It fell down, leaving only a few lingering screams.
Yang Song, who was holding the machete tightly, also screamed. He was lucky enough not to fall when he grabbed the machete, but how could he stop it so easily after falling at such a fast speed? As a result, the hand holding the machete was completely dislocated.
The stop here was all due to Yang Song's willpower in holding the machete. Even so, the machete left an opening of nearly four to five meters long in the ball.
This area is about 60 to 70 degrees above the water level. There is a place to stay, and Yang Song will naturally not fall down again. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the machete with another hand. This time he didn't have to worry about falling, but how was he going to get up?
If he wasn't injured, Yang Song didn't have to worry at all. It wouldn't be too difficult to grab the marks left by the machete. However, his right hand had been dislocated, and it might even be more serious. It didn't last for ten days and a half.
Don't think about it.
I don’t know how long time has passed. This world seems to be an eternally still world. There is no wind and no living things. This ball is not a planet at all, it is just a ball with a shell similar to bricks suspended in mid-air.
"I don't know what's inside this ball." Yang Song wanted to see what was inside the hole made by the machete, but after all, he couldn't pull the whole person up with one hand, so he could only stay here and resist the force of gravity.
Make a struggle.
But it is unrealistic to stay in place like this. Sooner or later, his strength will run out, so Yang Song gritted his teeth and grabbed the machete and stepped on the ball. Even if it is an inclined plane, as long as it is not completely vertical, he can still keep himself on the ball.
Action on this.
Putting his head next to the machete, Yang Song could see through the gap that the outer wall of the ball was not thick, just as thick as a notebook. No wonder he could cut a gap in it so easily. Yang Song felt enlightened, and then looked carefully
After taking a closer look, I realized that there seemed to be light inside the ball.
"Is there something inside?" Yang Song was overjoyed. He glanced at his dislocated right hand, gritted his teeth and jumped up with both feet. When he fell, he was firmly stuck on the ball, and the fragile outer wall immediately appeared.
A crack.
"Okay! Do it again!" This time Yang Song directly broke through the outer wall, grabbed the machete and fell into the ball along with a large piece of outer wall fragments!
"Oh my god! I forgot that this ball is still empty!" Yang Song simply wanted to stab himself to death, why would he do such a stupid thing.
Regardless of whether he stabbed himself to death or not, the inside of the sphere was actually the clouds and mist that Yang Song was familiar with. However, there were mountain peaks standing on top of the clouds and mist. There was nothing else, and the light was emitting the clouds.
It's clouds and mist.
The bottom of Yang Song happened to be above a mountain peak, and it was a hundred meters high. This mountain peak was only a few dozen meters away from the outer wall of the sphere. It can be seen that Yang Song simply fell from the edge of the sphere.
, and then fell on the edge corresponding to the downward vertical direction. The distance between the two was only two to three hundred meters, which shows how big the ball is.
One hundred meters passed by in an instant, and Yang Song fell onto the mountain peak without even seeing it clearly. Blood and flesh splashed everywhere, and broken bones flew everywhere. Then Yang Song stood up with a confused look on his face.
"Didn't I fall? Why didn't anything happen?" Yang Song looked back and saw broken limbs and broken arms on the ground behind him. He could hardly see the human form, but he clearly remembered that when he fell down, the top of the mountain was only a few meters away.
There was nothing at all on the ten-square-meter peak, except that I fell down, but I was not injured, and my originally dislocated right hand also fully recovered, as if I had never been injured.
The unknown is always the most curious and scary thing for humans.