To tell you the truth, since I was a child, I have never left this village, and I have never heard any villagers mention the name of this village, as if there is only this village in this world, so that it doesn't mean much if there is a name or not.

When I stand on the edge of a cliff in a daze, I don't know where I am.

I really want to know if the picture I saw my grandmother and the villagers flying into the sky in a trance last night was my hallucination, or was it really something?

If it is an illusion, then where is the village where I have lived for 18 years? Where is my grandmother and the villagers? Why did they disappear before I could even take care of my grandmother's funeral?

If all this is true, then why did the village disappear and Grandma and all the villagers inexplicably flew into the sky?

I was a little reluctant to get closer to the cliff, and I wanted to see if the village was in the depths of the cliff.

However, with the sound of gravel sliding down the cliff under my feet, I knew that I could not go any further, and if I walked any further, I would fall into a cliff like a black hole.

I could only lean out as much as I could and look deeper into the cliff.

This look is also shocking to me!

Because there is no bottom in the depths of this cliff, nothing but a black hole and a little white fog can be seen.

The reason why I was terrified was because the position of the white fog seemed to outline a picture on the black hole, and it was very palpitating to look at from a distance, because it was a huge, hideous grimace staring at me viciously.

After looking at it for a while, I felt goosebumps all over my body, and a cold and numb feeling in my back spine instantly spread throughout my body, so that my legs were weak, my feet slipped, and I actually slipped off the edge of the cliff.

"Ah......h

I instinctively shouted loudly, my hands dancing desperately as I slid down, trying to grab something, like a life-saving straw, which for me might be in dire need of goods.

"Shh......h Bang!"

Maybe it's God's favor for me, and it really makes me grasp a trace of slender, soft but very willful things.

Even though the things were unusually cold and slippery, I couldn't fully grasp them, but they slowed me down considerably, and with the unpleasant sound of my palms rubbing against these silky things, my body finally hung over the edge of the cliff.

After continuing to slide for about a hundred meters, I felt like I had fallen heavily to the ground.

Thankfully, there were some withered leaves on the ground, so I didn't fall and get hurt.

When I staggered to my feet, I glanced at where I was, and realized that I had landed on a protruding stone platform, so I didn't slide all the way to the depths of the cliff.

Thankfully, I began to think about how to get out of this platform and climb up to the edge of the cliff, after all, I can't stay on this platform forever.

In this seemingly deserted place, I don't have to count on anyone to save me, and in a few days I will starve to death.

But how do I get up?

I casually picked up a soft object that I had grabbed when I had just slid down from the stone wall next to me, and played back and forth in my hand to see what it was.

At first I thought it was an ordinary rattan because it looked dark green and smelled of leaves, but I pulled it hard, and it was very tough, so I thought it must be rattan.

So, I bit down the tip of the rattan with my teeth, intending to see if any juice came out of it, and if so, I wanted to quench my thirst, for I had been asleep all night, and I was already hungry and thirsty.

However, when I bit the rattan hard and felt a stream of blood pouring into my mouth, I quickly took the rattan out of my mouth in surprise, and only after taking a look at it, I threw the rattan out of my hand in fright.

At the same time, I spit out the tip of the rattan in my mouth, and at that moment, I felt that my stomach was turning upside down, and I was so disgusting that I just wanted to vomit.

Because I actually found that what flowed out of this rattan was not the milky white juice I imagined, but a liquid like blood, and since this liquid really smelled of blood, I had reason to believe that it was really blood.

Looking at the blood in my palms and the wetness at the corners of my mouth, I could imagine that if anyone saw me at this moment, they would definitely think that I was a hairy and blood-drinking savage.

And the rattan that I bit off, as if I felt pain, actually writhed back and forth, and in the process, a lot of blood continued to flow out of the fracture, and soon the stone platform I was on was bleeding all over the ground, looking very shocking.

The blood flowed to my feet and down the edge of the platform into the depths of the cliffs.

In an instant, the smell of blood on the entire platform was very strong, and I finally vomited completely after a few retching sessions.

I don't know how long I vomited, but when I felt like I was about to vomit out of my bitter bile, I finally stopped throwing up.

After that, I felt extremely weak, and after a whirlwind, I fell on the platform, although I didn't faint, but in the haze, I felt the blood on the platform seep in little by little along the clothes on my back, and soon, I felt that my whole body was soaked, obviously I should have become a bloody person.

After lying like this for almost two hours, I barely regained some strength, supported the ground with my hands, and sat up.

A gust of wind blew, and I couldn't help but shiver, after all, the clothes on my body were soaked with blood, so if there was a little wind, I would feel so cold.

Again, I'm a little confused.

But I know that it is unrealistic to continue to stay on the platform, and even if I don't starve to death, I will freeze to death. It's still daytime, and I feel so cold when there's sun, and once it's night, on this cliff, and the cold wind blows all night, tomorrow I'll be an ice sculpture.

It's still a blood-red ice sculpture!

If you want to climb back to the edge of the cliff, the only thing you can count on is the rattans.

But the problem is that the rattan is so terrible that it is still alive! and it can shed blood like a human being, so that I don't feel safe at all, let alone hold on to it and climb the cliff.

Besides, the rattan is very slippery, which is fine to slide down from above, but if you want to catch it, it is almost impossible to climb up.

Thinking of this, I took another look at the rattan that I had bitten off, and found that it was no longer dripping blood, and its original dark green appearance had also turned yellow, apparently withered.

When I tried to pinch the withered rattan in my hand again, I felt that it was not slippery at all, and I pulled it hard, but it was still very resilient, and suddenly I saw hope that I could climb up this rattan.

In this case, I came to my senses again, and took off my wet coat and trousers, and wrung out the blood on them as much as I could, so as to reduce the weight.

Then, I got dressed again, and climbed up little by little along the only withered vine.

When I had climbed some distance, I looked down and saw that the platform that had saved my life had turned a dark red, apparently completely stained red by the blood in the rattan.

Looking down from above, combined with the grimace in the depths of the cliff, this blood-red slender platform, especially like a long tongue sticking out of the mouth of this grimace, seemed to be rolling at me at any moment, completely rolling me into the mouth of the grimace.

I was also terrified, so I picked up my speed and climbed as fast as I could towards the edge of the cliff.

It stands to reason that I have been learning spiritism with my grandmother for more than ten years, and theoretically I should not be afraid of ghosts, because at first my grandmother would also let other villagers pretend to be ghosts to scare me, and cooperate with me to familiarize myself with spiritism.

At first, I was scared enough, but when I gradually learned that it was a ghost disguised as a villager, I was no longer afraid.

But as I grew up, my grandmother summoned real ghosts out of nowhere, and cooperated with me to use spiritism to communicate with ghosts and kill those particularly evil ghosts.

So after more than ten years of training, I am also a little numb to real ghosts, except for those particularly vicious ghosts, ordinary ghosts, it is really difficult to scare me, let alone hurt me.

But at this moment, when I vaguely felt that there was a big grimace in the depths of the whole cliff, it also subverted my perception of ghosts, compared to the ghosts I had seen before as big as me, or even much smaller than me, such a big ghost still made me feel helpless.

It's like an ant that we don't look at all, and we don't feel scared, because we can pinch it to death with just two fingers.

But if one day, an ant as tall as a mountain appears in front of us, we will only have to run away.

When I finally climbed up the cliff with my hands and feet, a little hurried and flustered, I was already sweating all over, and I could clearly see that the color of the blood in the clothes on my body had faded a lot, enough to see how much I had sweated before.

"Ahh......h

Just as I had just climbed the cliff and was about to lie down and rest, a series of dull shouts came from the depths of the cliff behind me, which lifted my heart again.

I had a gut feeling that a huge grimace was coming after me from the depths of the cliff.

Even though I was exhausted and out of breath, I didn't dare to stay on the edge of the cliff and turned around and rushed out.

The further I ran, the more desolate I became, with fewer and fewer trees, and more and more desert areas.

When I fell to the ground, I found that there were no trees behind me, and the whole area was covered with a golden desert, as far as the eye could see, and there was no head in sight.

At that moment, I was hungry and thirsty, and I knew that my body was extremely dehydrated, and I was in crisis again......

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