This shadow appeared so abruptly, as if it had always been standing there, but just before taking this step, none of us sensed its existence in advance!
No one, including Dewey, has ever been here!
Everything here becomes equally strange to us.
Or maybe, with just one step, we accidentally entered another secret realm, a secret realm within a secret realm!
At that time, I subconsciously wanted to retreat, but suddenly I found that the soles of my feet seemed to have taken root, making it difficult to move even an inch.
Not only that, but an invisible force emerged out of thin air to push me forward involuntarily!
This force is also inexplicable and weird. It does not seem like an external force, but more like some kind of impulse that suddenly bursts out from deep within oneself, some kind of obsession to move forward!
The most worrying thing is that this kind of internal motivation, whether it is impulse or obsession, comes so quietly that as the owner of this body, I am not aware of the slightest change.
Humans, when in sudden panic, often subconsciously look for help and gain a sense of security.
I was like this. I glanced to both sides from the corner of my eyes in panic, only to find that Dewey and Shen Tuye were also in this inexplicable state.
The pace of everyone moving forward was surprisingly consistent, and their necks were equally stiff and kept looking forward, which is why I could only look at them with my peripheral vision.
However, what surprised me the most was Dewey, who had the highest strength and the deepest cultivation!
Faced with the sudden crisis, Shen Tuye was still able to communicate with me with his eyes, although elements of fear and uneasiness were clearly visible.
But Dewey fell into a complete state of trance, his steps were stiff and mechanical, and his eyes seemed to have lost focus, and he could only stare blankly ahead.
The gourd, which was closely related to his life, had shrunk to the size of two fists at some point and was standing firmly on top of his head.
I guess everyone can guess this look without me mentioning it. Except for the fact that there is no package on his body and some leaves are decorated as clothes, Dewey at this time is completely like a gourd baby!
This scene couldn't help but make my eyes twitch, and when my eyes returned and gradually saw the outline of the shadow in front of me clearly, the twitching became more intense.
Can you think of it? The shadow that appears before our eyes turns out to be a towering Calabash Mountain!
Oh my God, at this moment I felt my pupils dilated due to surprise, and my violent heartbeat almost woke me up from my dream.
How many years has it been? In reality, the Calabash Baby I saw when I was a child actually appeared in another form in my dream a few years later.
Realizing all this, I struggled out of my initial panic, which turned into inexplicable ecstasy.
Since they are Calabash Boys, it’s easy to deal with them. As representatives of justice in the real world, they will not do evil in dreams, right?
More importantly, I was able to walk with a gourd baby, even though Dewey looked different from what I remembered.
"Then which calabash kid is he? The big kid with infinite strength? The second kid with clairvoyance and easy ears? The third kid with steel and iron bones? Or..."
With a bit of excitement in my heart, my eyes kept wandering around Dewey, as if I was meeting him for the first time.
Especially the gourd on his head is the focus of my attention.
And it wasn't until this moment that I discovered that even though I had known him for many years and it was not the first time I saw Dewey's gourd, I still couldn't remember what color it was!
Even though it is right in front of me and I am staring at it, I still can't see why.
This situation not only made it impossible for me to use the color of the gourd to identify Dewey’s specific gourd doll, but it also caused me great trouble.
It seems that many things you see in dreams, no matter how familiar they feel to you, can only be regarded as projections of certain experiences and thoughts in reality.
As the saying goes, what you think about every day and what you dream about every night is probably like this.
Although they are somewhat similar to each other, they cannot be taken seriously because they are two completely different things presented in two completely different worlds, and there is no comparability at all.
The wonderful changes on my face turned into deep confusion and worry in Shen Tuye's eyes.
Although he was a little surprised at Dewey's strange appearance, he paid more attention to me, as if I was suddenly possessed by a demon.
Fortunately, this process was extremely short, and when I realized that this was a dream world after all, my focus quickly shifted from Dewey to Calabash Mountain ahead.
Since there is no comparison except a slight sense of intimacy, let me take a closer look at the difference between Calabash Baby and Calabash Mountain in this fairy world!
So, we continued on our way quietly, without anyone saying anything during the process.
Of course, even if we wanted to say it, we couldn't say it, because during this process, the compulsive drive, whether it was an external force or an internal force, was always there, and we could only move forward silently.
It is said that Wangshan is a race to the death, and this sentence is indeed true, even in the secret realm.
In other words, this sentence has been interpreted more vividly in this immortal world.
Perhaps it is because there are many immortal cultivators in this world, and they often have the great ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and have great supernatural powers. Due to various reasons, the rules of space here have become more strange and show more incredible characteristics.
Space folding is pure pediatrics, and space blocking and jumping are standard features. Many times, unless you try it yourself, you won't understand what you are facing!
Just like this moment!
We just walked passively like this. After the initial panic, we no longer felt any uneasiness in our hearts.
During this process, time is almost eternity, and there is no sign of passage at all.
And the space seemed to have been frozen long ago. No matter how long we walked, Calabash Mountain in front of us was still so big and stood quietly.
Gradually, gradually, our moods begin to become dull, like an old man who has lived for endless years. He has long looked down upon everything in the world, and nothing can disturb our moods anymore.
This is due to the erosion of the long river of time, this is due to the carving of the knives of the harsh years, and this is also due to the nearly endless binding of space!
Suddenly, I don’t know how long it took, as we took another step forward, the surrounding environment changed again.
The bottomless cliff disappeared, the thick fog that could not be seen to the edge disappeared, and the shadow of Calabash Mountain that weighed on my heart disappeared. I don’t know where it went...