Catherine is flying.

The ridge beneath him came to life and turned into a giant red tentacle. With a flick of the tentacle, Catherine was thrown into the air.

She flew for five minutes, still flying upward, and the momentum didn't look like it was going to stop. In this space, there is no whirring wind in your ears when flying at high speeds, and you can't feel the cold even if you fly higher and higher. If it weren't for the tremendous force still acting on her body, Catherine would have thought she was just floating in the air.

The ridge below was no longer visible, except for the twinkling of stars at an unknown distance. But the drums were still beating, and the eager drums were completely out of rhythm, like a messy, luxuriant, weedy growing everywhere.

"Poof" Catherine spurted out a mouthful of blood, her internal organs mixed in with the blood, followed by a second and a third. After three mouthfuls of blood spurted out, the force that pushed her upwards gradually faded.

Catherine fell down after a short pause in mid-air. The blood and entrails she spurted were sprinkled one step ahead of her, spreading evenly underneath like a net.

One net, two nets, three nets, and above the three nets is Catherine. Catherine fell into the net, a net, two nets, three nets, three large nets of blood wrapped and wound her tightly.

Catherine's hands and feet could not move, and she could only writhe her body like a worm. But any struggle was useless, she was bound by her own blood and internal organs. Catherine fell quickly, and to the accompaniment of a rapid drum, she slammed into a wall, and then bounced high again.

Fall, bounce up. Fall, bounce up...... It wasn't a wall at all, it was a huge drum. Catherine bounced up and down on the drum.

I don't know how big this drum is, and I can't see the edge at all. Catherine was as small as an ant, and she felt only a violent shock coming from the surface of the drum. She rose and fell with the drum and wondered: What will happen to the roadblocks and the barbarians? Are they on the drum too?

Catherine looked around as she bounced high, and she did not find the barbarians or savages, but she saw in the far distance, two huge pillars of great sturdiness falling alternately from the sky. A huge pillar toppled like a mountain peak and fell with a bang. After smashing on the drum surface, it left upwards. Staggered with another giant pillar in mid-air.

Only such a huge drumstick can beat the huge drum beneath you. Although far away, Catherine could still feel the incredible power of the two unimaginably huge drumsticks.

Who's swinging this daunting drumstick?

The drum-beater hides in the darkness, except for the end of the column that hits the drum face. Catherine didn't even see the hand holding the drumstick.

Judging by the hitting point of the drumstick. Catherine thinks she's on the edge of the whole drum. Maybe it's time to head to the center of the drum surface. Find out who is beating the drum. It's a pity that he is tied up in a ball at the moment, and he can only follow the wave with the vibration of the drum surface.

"It's the perfect place to jump forward. Catherine's mind flashed. Two dragon lice emerged from behind her, one on the left and one on the right, holding Catherine and landing steadily onto the drum.

The shock of the drumstick striking came from underfoot. This time, it's because of the help of dragon lice. With the power of the drum bouncing, Catherine jumped high. By the time she landed, she was hundreds of meters away from where she had jumped. The direction of the jump is exactly the center of the drum surface.

After jumping hundreds of times, the sound of the drumsticks became more powerful, and the vibrations from the surface of the drum became more intense, even though the place where the two drumsticks were located still seemed unusually far away. Catherine jumped higher and higher, and it took longer to fall back into the drum for longer and longer.

Because she jumped too high, it took too long to jump and fall, causing Catherine to be in a trance often. Sometimes she couldn't tell if she was going up or down, and even occasionally fell asleep and woke up without knowing where she was.

Catherine had fallen asleep again, and when she opened her eyes, her head was blank. She looked up and saw a dark shadow growing larger and larger overhead.

Catherine couldn't take her eyes off it, realizing that the dark shadow was actually far away from her. But she could already see shadows in the shadows, which seemed to be full of undulating houses. As the distance between the two sides narrowed, Catherine was completely sure that she was looking at the house.

It's hard to estimate how many houses there are in the shadows, but there are definitely more than hundreds. Catherine's voice said, "Go up and see, go into the shadows."

The voice lingered in her head like a lingering spell. Gotta go up, must go up...... Unconsciously, the belief that "you must go up" took root.

Dark shadows are coming, and the two sides seem to be staggered with their faces close to each other. Catherine poked her head forward as best she could, and at the moment when the shadow staggered with herself, she boarded the shadow in one fell swoop. No, it should have been the Dark Shadow who took the initiative to pull Catherine over. She fell to the ground, her face on the ground. The sharp pain in her nose caused Catherine to go into shock for a short time. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her mouth had a salty bitter taste.

It was an unlucky landing. The two-headed dragon lice hidden behind Catherine's back actually retracted into her body at a critical moment. Otherwise, why did it end up like this?

Catherine rolled over, trying to keep her face up. Because of the tears in my eyes, I became a little flowery, but I was able to see the general situation around me clearly.

She was in the middle of a street. The street is paved with rocks, and there are gaps between the stones, and in the gaps are wet yellow mud. The streets are lined with houses, and the high and low houses do not tell which style of the place. The houses are next to each other, impermeable, like a wall built in one go.

Catherine blinked, letting the extra tears run from her sockets. The streets were deserted, and a few stars shimmered in darkness overhead.

The street doesn't really look very dark, and there are square lights hanging from the outside of each house. The dim lighting made the atmosphere gloomy and eerie, but Catherine was quite satisfied. In any case, it's more of a personal place.

Catherine lay on her back for a moment. The nose no longer hurts so much, and the salty and bitter taste in the mouth is much less. It's a pity that the web of blood and internal organs still bind itself firmly, and the dragon lice hidden in the body can't summon it. She thought about it for a moment, and reluctantly flipped around again.

Catherine arched forward like a caterpillar on a branch. She was going to a house that looked like a shop not far away. The door was closed, but it was the only house with a door nearby. (To be continued......)