Chapter 3 The moment when Haiyan witnessed the miracle - the first exploration of the scroll
In the darkness, Dancing Horse gazed at the scroll with a pale yellow light.
This reminded him of the moment when his mother lit a candle when there was a power outage at home when he was a child. It was such a dim and warm light that faded away the darkness in the house and his fear of the night.
In the days of fighting for his life against zombie monsters, Wu Ma rarely experienced such warmth.
At this moment, what the scroll brought to Dancing Horse was the warm security of childhood.
Perhaps, it also brings the dancing horse’s only chance of survival——
That's right, dancing horses are banned.
At first glance, he seemed to be tightly bound by chains or something.
But after careful study, it was unreasonable to expect a jitter within one millimeter in his current situation.
Dancing Horse doesn't think that ordinary chains will prevent his chest hair from swinging freely in the wind——
This is probably some kind of evil force from outside nature.
Wu Ma's intuition told him that only a scroll, an object that also seemed abnormal, could help him.
The scroll was floating in mid-air, spinning, and the quiet soft light was particularly strange.
The distance between the scroll and the dancing horse seems so close that you can reach it with your hand.
It also seems very far away, traveling through endless light years and time.
The dancing horse feels the temperament of the scroll.
All-encompassing?
It feels a bit like this, but it's not quite accurate.
A more precise description is that it quietly sends out a call, making people unconsciously want to get closer, want to get close, and want to do something for it at all costs.
Even if you go through fire and water, you will gain nothing in the end.
If someone can't quite understand this feeling, you can compare it to your own reaction after seeing the goddess in reality.
Although it was inappropriate, Dancing Horse suddenly felt like laughing.
He thought of a sentence - there is no goddess in the world, it is your gaze that transformed her into a golden body.
Wu Ma is very sure that this book with the aura of the goddess is not a real object.
If the dancing horse's hands can fly around, then he won't be able to touch the illustrated book no matter what.
In other words, the book does not exist in actual space.
At least, there is no such thing as a scroll in this secret room.
But where is the scroll?
In Dancing Horse's body. Or, in Dancing Horse's mind?
"This is a bit nonsense."
Unable to understand, Wu Ma decided not to inquire further.
What is more important now is how to use the scroll.
Dancing Horse tried to see clearly what was written on the scroll, but all he could see was a blur of yellow.
"Is it too far away?"
The dancing horse tried to get closer to the scroll.
At this time, Wu Ma's body was obviously still imprisoned in place, but his consciousness seemed to be wrapped in a soft fluid and separated from the body.
"This...isn't quite right...does your brain have any tricks?"
Forget it, don’t worry.
Having already traveled through time, are you still afraid of more nonsense?
Dancing Horse felt that his eyes suddenly slipped and slid to the front of the fluid, and stood up like the two tentacles of a snail.
Dancing Horse really doesn't like snails.
On the one hand, house slaves are terrible. On the other hand, snails are not cows.
Unfortunately, Dancing Horse had no choice but to crawl towards the scroll like a snail.
Soon, Wu Ma felt a shaking from the spiritual level.
Immediately afterwards, a cloud of gray mist surged into the darkness.
Under the obstruction of the gray fog, the glowing book just now was invisible.
"Is the smog so serious during the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"
"Can someone take charge of this?"
This is really a state where you can't see your fingers. Of course, the dancing horse can't reach out either.
The two raised eyes of the dancing horse were floating in the gray mist.
As the gray mist swayed, the dancing horse's sight also swayed.
After a while, Wu Ma felt that his eyes were going blind, and then he realized that the outline of the entire gray fog seemed to be a sphere.
He is very good at ball sports and horse dancing.
He thought for a while and tried to use his two eyes as two fingers, steady on the edge of the gray fog, and roll the ball made of gray fog like a bowling ball.
But his foot-skimming technique revealed that he had never been exposed to such high-end sports.
Unwilling to stop there, the dancing horse held its eyes tenaciously against the edge of the gray mist and pushed outwards.
After an unknown amount of time, he actually pushed me out.
A small cloud of gray mist was wrapped around him, protruding from the large cloud of gray mist, moving slowly towards the direction of the scroll.
At the same time, a huge resistance was imposed on the gray fog, making it difficult for the dancing horse to move.
The dancing horse moved forward little by little.
The gray mist pulled back hard.
This gave the dancing horse the illusion that he was pulling a stubborn donkey.
To be more precise, the dancing horse turned into a rubber band.
The dancing horse's eyes are located in front of the rubber band.
Every time he pulled forward a little, there would be a violent tearing sensation, as if a person was trying to do a split with his legs wide open.
Dancing Horse reminds me of my summer vacation in elementary school, when I attended a martial arts class.
More than a hundred students stood on the playground. The coach held a long stick and asked all the students to lie on the ground and do seven-pointed and eight-pointed movements.
In that never-ending state of legs being spread apart, boys can easily pull their balls, and girls can easily lose their virginity. It is really painful, and makes people feel like they would rather die than live.
"I can still bear it."
"This level is far worse than a corpse biting an egg."
The dancing horse was thinking wildly, and continued to pull forward against the gray fog. It seemed that it had reached the limit of the gray fog.
There was a "pop" sound.
The gray mist broke into two parts.
This sound and feeling are familiar to Dancing Horse.
When I was doing the splits while practicing martial arts, the whole playground was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Suddenly, a "thump" sound will be heard from a corner of the playground——
This is the sound coming from the thigh of a child.
The students couldn't help but tremble, thinking that the child had broken his hamstring, and then their whole bodies went limp and their hair stood on end.
The gray fog of the dancing horse is in a state of broken muscles at this moment:
A section separated from the main body and floated in the darkness.
Another section wrapped around two eyes and bounced back quickly.
When it bounced back, another huge force was wrapped around it, which hit the main body of the gray mist heavily, causing violent shaking and causing bursts of severe pain to the dancing horse.
Yes, it's like pulling a rubber band with a little girl when I was little.
The dancing horse will pull the rubber band to the limit, then suddenly let go, and the rubber band will snap back and bounce on the little girl's hand.
The little girl cried loudly.
More than twenty years have passed, and retribution has finally come.
Dancing Horse was in so much pain that he wanted to grin. But he had lost the right to grin.
At the same time, he also noticed that his pain was closely related to the entire gray fog.
Is it possible that the gray mist has become a part of his spiritual body? But why doesn't it obey the command?
Wu Ma endured the pain and continued to stretch the rubber band with gray eyes, looking towards the direction of the scroll.
This time, they advanced a little further than before. But soon, the gray mist collapsed again.
pain.
The gray mist bounced back.
It hurts again.
Explore further.
The force of rebound is greater, and the pain of rebound is more intense.
"Come on, let the pain come more intensely."
"I am a proud petrel. I will fly bravely and freely in the haze that makes me unable to see my fingers."
The dancing horse cannot open his mouth, but this does not prevent his soul from singing loudly in the darkness.
"Only a stupid penguin would cower and hide his fat body under the cliff..."
He sang loudly, worked hard, tried again and again, and failed again and again.
Under the impact of severe pain, Wu Ma's consciousness gradually became blurred.
"I want to live, I want to be awake, I can't fall down."
The dancing horse recited silently and turned into a sensitive elf. He heard the sleepiness from the decadence in the gray mist that collapsed again and again. He firmly believed that the gray mist could not cover the light of the book or his own path to the light.
——Yes, it can’t be covered!
The dancing horse carried the gray mist and moved forward bit by bit, getting thinner and thinner and farther and farther.
I do not know how long it has been.
The dancing horse feels like it might be a century old.
Finally, the gray mist reached the edge of the scroll.
At this moment, Dancing Horse gave birth to a feeling of exhaustion like being chased by a wolf and running a full marathon, and a fearless feeling that no matter what the outcome was, I had tried my best anyway.
Victory is at hand.
The warmth from the book is more real than the marathon championship trophy.
Dancing Horse looked at the scroll. The cover of the scroll was blue, and the left edge was threaded with needles and threads, like an earthworm with two ends burrowed into the soil.
Written in the middle of the cover are six large gilt characters arranged vertically——
Illustrated Guide to Monsters of the Tang Dynasty.