Su An covered his head and watched the scenery around him gradually blur...

He endured the discomfort in his brain and observed his surroundings for the first time.

Soon, he discovered where he was now.

Jungle.

The huge bushes shrouded in a thick fog surrounded him, and Su An looked to the left and right, and found that the road had been completely blocked by these dense trees. The only way left was a path in front of him.

The line of sight was limited by the dense fog, and Su An's visual range was only about two meters within a radius of him. He had to concentrate in case something suddenly popped out of the fog.

Su An turned his head back slightly, thinking, "Although my original spawn point is facing forward, this does not mean that the real road should go forward. ”

"And I don't know exactly what my goal is. ”

He sighed, "It's really tricky..."

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to go in the direction he had started, and although he couldn't guarantee that this judgment was correct, it was okay to follow the general train of thought first.

Su An's pace is small, and the center of gravity is kept on the back foot with each step, at least so that he has time to react if something appears in front of him.

Maintaining his current posture, Su An slowly moved forward like this.

And just like that, it lasted about fifteen minutes.

Although Su An's speed was not fast, it was at least a kilometer or two away from where he had started.

However, there is no change in the surrounding scenery, except that visibility is getting lower and lower. Even the types of trees are exactly the same as before.

But Su An still didn't stop.

He continued to walk forward, and this time, he picked up his pace.

I can't remember the specific time, but when the surrounding fog was almost completely submerged by Su An, a street sign finally appeared in front of him.

It was a rather old sign, carved only out of wood. The street sign is in the shape of "eight" in the center, and the two corners point to the front and back directions, Su An squinted his eyes and vaguely saw what handwriting was written on the two signs.

Su An stepped forward and stretched out his hand to carefully identify it.

With a touch of his fingertips, Su An realized that the words on the street sign were written in blood, and judging from the temperature and coagulation he felt before, these words should have just been written.

"The other side. The sign pointing ahead reads.

There is also a word on the sign on the back, "Home." ”

The handwriting of the words was twisted and twisted, and the last stroke of each word was dragged for a long time, and Su An speculated that these words were more like rough strokes after killing people.

"If you want to find the teacher, you should go to the other side, right?"

"Then again, even if I go back now, can I really go back to reality?"

With a self-deprecating smile on his lips, Su An wiped his hands on his clothes and continued to walk forward.

At this moment, he could no longer see the road under his feet, and even his own arms loomed in the fog.

But fortunately, the surrounding branches helped him identify the direction, and whenever Su An deviated from the straight direction, the branches that came out of nowhere would give him a hard blow.

Half an hour later, when Su An's body was full of wounds, the dense fog around him finally began to gradually dissipate.

"Hmm-" Su An breathed a sigh of relief and said weakly, "If this continues, I may have to bleed to death." ”

His vision widened again, but the branches of the two trees in front of Su An suddenly blocked his path.

It's like it's going to be crooked here.

"Then just get out of the way," Su An bent down and covered his head with his hands, "it should be ......"

The branch was pushed away by him, and Su An looked at the scene in front of him and closed his eyes in despair.

After passing through the jungle, the imaginary wide road did not appear in front of Su An, but instead there was an endless sea of roses!

White!

White!

Still white!

Looking into the distance, no matter where you look, all that appears is shocking white!

None of the white roses are in full bloom, but they already have a strangely alluring fragrance. They were neatly arranged in front of Su An's eyes, swaying in the wind, budding to be released.

There is no gap, and the surprising cohesion of nature is vividly reflected in front of Su An!

Su An looked up at the sky, and the entire canopy was a chaotic red, with occasional sparkling stardust shining through the peaceful dust clouds.

When Su An was at a loss, changes gradually appeared in the sky, and the nebula gradually dispersed, tearing out three large characters with a mysterious aura.

"Walk through it. ”

Su An bit her lip tightly, looked down at the endless sea of white flowers in the distance, and clenched her fists.

Finally, he took the first step.

"Shhhhh

The wound that had already been cut by the branches was torn again by the tiny rose root thorns, and Su An's blood gradually flowed, dripping onto the soil beneath his feet.

Then, to his greater surprise, something happened.

The white roses around Su An, after being nourished by its blood, slowly bloomed!

The white-petaled astragalus, each blooming rose gently swaying, emitting a little glowing golden dust.

Su An only took one step and stopped, not only because of the physical pain, he knew that if he continued according to this trend, even if he dried up his blood, he would not be able to get out of this sea of roses.

He wiped the thick beads of sweat on his head with his hand, and the sharp pain gradually anesthetized his nerves, and he only felt that his consciousness seemed to be getting more and more trance......

"No, I can't fall here..."

With a whisper coming out of his mouth, Su An gritted his teeth and took another step forward.

"Woo!"

Su An felt that every cell of his body was trembling, his clenched fists gradually weakened, and gradually, Su An's feet were weak, and he was about to fall into the sea of flowers.

The arm touched the spikes on the petals, and the blood flowed out of the shocking wounds again, staining the white petals scarlet.......

"Little Miss...... I'm sorry, I seem... I can't wait for the day when you regain your memory..."

Su Xiaoxiao's cold cheeks came to mind, but I didn't expect that on the last day, I hadn't even been forgiven by her...

Just as Su An's eyes were getting heavier, at this moment, the rose suddenly trembled.

The golden dust that was originally scattered in the air from the rose flowers slowly gathered in the air and spread around Su An's wound in a regular manner, and after that, the dust was close to Su An's wound and slowly blended into it.

The bleeding wound quickly coagulated, Su An's miserable white face instantly became ruddy, and after a while, Su An also woke up from the coma.

He looked at the swaying rose beneath him and nodded thoughtfully. Then, gritting his teeth, he walked over.

Bleeding, resuscitation...

Bleeding, resuscitation...

Bleeding, resuscitation...

The wound coagulated and scabbed over and over again, and was torn by the spikes again and again.

What has not changed is the pain of Su An's heart at every step, and what has changed is the blooming roses that have gradually increased behind Su An.

Finally, when the pain gradually became numb. A huge building under the clouds and mist was looming in the distance.