In the darkness, Dancing Horse gazed at the scroll with a pale yellow light.
This reminded him of the time when there was a power outage at home and his mother lit a candle when he was a child. It was such a dim and warm light that faded away the darkness and his fear of the night.
Since falling into the world of zombie monsters, Wu Ma has rarely experienced such warmth.
At this moment, what the scroll brought to Dancing Horse was the warm security of childhood.
Perhaps it is also the dancing horse's only chance of survival.
That's right, dancing horses are banned.
At first glance he seemed to be tied up with chains or something.
But after trying for a while, he found that he couldn't even move a finger.
Ordinary chains can't do this.
This must be some kind of force outside of nature.
Wu Ma's intuition is that only the scroll, an equally unusual object, can help him. He has to figure out what the scroll is for.
Wu Ma tried to get closer to the scroll. Immediately, his consciousness turned into a ball of fluid and began to move slowly.
Wu Ma suddenly understood something - consciousness existed in his mind.
Then, of course, the book is also in the head.
The next moment, a cloud of gray mist surged out of the darkness, surrounding the dancing horse's fluid consciousness.
His vision darkened.
The scroll is no longer visible.
"No, I have to find the scroll."
The dancing horse controls the fluid and pushes it outward.
A small group of gray mist protruded and moved towards the direction of the book.
At the same time, a huge resistance was added to the gray fog, making it difficult for the dancing horse to move.
Every time he moved forward, he would feel a violent tearing sensation.
It's like a person's legs are spread wide and he is doing a split.
"I can endure it for a while. I can survive if I rush out."
The dancing horse moved forward with its head bent, and under the impact of severe pain, its consciousness gradually became blurred.
I do not know how long it has been.
Maybe a century.
He finally reached the edge of the scroll.
At this moment, Dancing Horse felt a sense of exhaustion like being chased by a wolf and running a full marathon, and also had a sense of futility that no matter what the outcome, the warrior had tried his best anyway.
Dancing Horse looked at the scroll and saw that the cover was blue.
Written in the middle of the cover are six large gilt characters arranged vertically——
Illustrated Guide to Monsters of the Tang Dynasty.
The writing is neat and strong, and it looks smooth and comfortable.
Wu Ma looked around the scroll up and down, feeling the soft pulse of the scroll, sensing the warm breath of the scroll, and determined that this "Illustrated Book" should be a decent book.
The cover is completely empty except for six large gold-plated characters.
It is currently impossible to find out who the author of the "Illustrated Book" is, and how it got into Dancing Horse's head. The top priority is to understand its function so that we can formulate the next escape plan.
Wu Ma began to wonder about the meaning of the book's title.
Tang Dynasty, the era is determined.
Although it is the Sui Dynasty now, Li Yuan and Gao Junya have already appeared, and the Sui Dynasty's life is not long.
It is said that Datang is not in a hurry.
Look at the last two words of the book title, "Picture Book".
Wu Ma once watched a TV series called "Beijing Women's Illustrated Book".
Wu Ma specifically checked the information online.
I remember the definition given by experts very clearly:
Illustrated books are scientifically accurate drawings of specific objects in certain fields, and are accompanied by corresponding explanatory text.
There is a dense area below.
After a high-level summary of Dancing Horse, he grasped the key point - illustrated books are actually used to help people study the current situation and development trends of things.
So, what does "The Monster Illustrated Book of the Tang Dynasty" study?
Wu Ma guessed whether he would draw a picture of the monster, write annotations, and study the monster's attributes, current situation, and development trends.
Or, study the body structure, reproduction rules, racial characteristics, history and culture, family tree and genealogy of monsters, etc.
If this is what is being studied, it does not seem to be helpful to the dancing horse's escape.
"I have to give it a try." Dancing Horse thought.
At this moment, the yellow light of the scroll flashed, the sky and the earth expanded rapidly, and the scroll also grew larger and taller like a curtain covering the sky.
Of course, after Wu Ma analyzed it calmly, it was also possible that he had shrunk infinitely.
The sound of rushing water sounded, and the blue cover on the front turned into an endless sea.
A rapidly rotating vortex appeared in the middle of the sea, and fierce suction swept towards the dancing horse.
"not good!"
Wu Ma dragged Gray Mist and tried her best to slide out, but her arms couldn't hold her thighs. Soon, her consciousness was sucked in along with Gray Mist.
To be honest, I felt like I was being dragged into a small hair salon by force.
When the suction power dissipates, the dancing horse is in a world filled with white mist.
"Where is this?"
The dancing horse looked up.
White mist lingered all over the sky, and there was a quiet open space of seven or eight square meters in the middle.
The dancing horse stood in the middle of the open space, with a scroll in front of it.
There are traces of engraving on the scroll, which divides the scroll into three lines and several spaces.
These spaces seem to be some kind of empty hint.
Above the first space in the first line, a faint gray shadow can be vaguely seen.
It's as if the brush ran out of ink and was painted with water.
Carefully identify the appearance of the shadow. It looks like a bear but not a bear, and looks like an ape but not an ape.
"Is it possible... that the "Illustrated Book" can summon monsters?"
"Should there be a written explanation?"
The dancing horse circled the scroll and found nothing.
"Could it be triggered..."
He stretched out his hand towards the scroll.
At the moment of contact, a stream of heat poured into the body, and the body immediately turned into a gray mist, surging with enthusiasm.
The dancing horse couldn't control it and simply rolled out the gray mist. The gray mist turned into a gray snake and burrowed into the white mist.
Wu Ma's consciousness moved with the gray mist, his light flickered, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in a quiet room.
Looking around, I saw that the room was about thirty to forty square meters, with clear walls and no windows.
There is a dark stone platform nearby.
There is an oil lamp on the table.
The dim yellow light reflected on the stone platform, and there was a slender thing faintly visible on it.
Dancing Horse concentrated his mind for a moment, and his vision became much clearer.
Then he discovered that the slender thing was his own body.
Wu Ma quickly realized two things: first, he was in solitary confinement; second, after all the torment just now, it seemed that his... soul had left his body.
Dance horse and look at yourself.
What is certain is that time travel is time traveling, but the physical body is still the same.
The face is still the same as before.
The eyebrows are as straight as a sword.
When I was in college, a girl once said that Dancing Horse's eyebrows must be trimmed every day, otherwise they wouldn't be so neat.
Looking at his eyes again, although they are tightly closed, the eye sockets are handsome and the eyelashes are thick and long. We can boldly guess that once these eyes are opened, they must be deep and beautiful.
The bridge of the nose is high and the lip line is clear and distinct.
Even in the dirty days of survival in the apocalypse, people often told Wu Ma that it was difficult to find any flaws on his face. But what's the use? Corpses, monsters and disasters are both beautiful and ugly.
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Then looking down, he was almost naked, with only a small piece of black cloth covering his lower body.
His body has gone through many tests in the apocalypse, and has become strong and strong after endless battles with zombie monsters.
Of course, if you take a closer look, you will see that this body is somewhat thinner than before the time travel.
His face was paler than before, his lips were slightly purple, and his body was stained with blood.
He took his eyes away from his body and looked at the stone platform. It was also covered with a lot of blood stains.
The blood stains extended along the complex lines on the stone platform, drawing a vaguely bear-like pattern.
"The stone platform is the altar, right?"
Wu Ma quickly figured it out.
Next to the dancing horse altar, there is another altar. It is empty, but it is spotlessly wiped, which is in sharp contrast to the bloody and dirty state of the dancing horse.
The altar for the dancing horse is naturally dedicated to the dancing horse.
What's the use of the other altar?
Not wanting to let go of any chance of survival, the dancing horse made the gray snake swim towards another altar. It slipped around the outer shell of the altar, but still found nothing, so it had to swim in the opposite direction of its own body.
He opened the snake's mouth and tried to bite the sleeping body.
When the teeth touch the flesh, they just pass through.
For about an incense stick, Wu Ma tried various methods, but still failed to trigger the body's reaction. He was inevitably a little disappointed and thought to himself:
"It will only be in vain if this continues. According to Tian Deping's words, the sacrifices will begin soon. I can't waste time. I might as well go outside and take a look to see if there are any opportunities."
Then he steered the gray snake towards the door of the secret room.
Unexpectedly, when he got close to the door panel, a rattan-like pattern lit up on the panel, and a bloody light shot out, hitting the gray snake squarely.
"pain!"
The dancing horse had the illusion of being struck by lightning, and it shivered until it shivered to the ground.
"who?"
A young man's voice came from outside the door, "Who's in there?"
Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open...