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In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, there is only the shrill whistling of the wind blowing through the cracks in the mountain wall, and the sound of weak running.

"Woo-"

A cry of pain quickly subsided the suppressed whimper.

Rapid gasps followed.

Behind him, it seemed that the faint light of the night sky could be seen in the deep darkness. In front of him, there is an endless gloom that sinks like dark water, and on the grassland, it is regarded as a place of death that is no different from stepping into the territory of "Yazlar" - the Demon Palace.

The Demon Palace, that mysterious and strange place. No one knows how many years ago - but as long as the people who are based on this steppe, as long as there is a steppe wind - no one dares to deny this long-standing knowledge - the mysterious magic palace, the legendary place of death that no one can step into.

About 30 years ago, two young shepherds passed by this stone that had formed at some point, and a lamb in the flock suddenly got into it. One of the teenagers hurried into the stone. But until the last golden light fell on the grassland, the other boy waiting outside the mountain wall did not wait for his companion who returned from the sheep hunt. The boy shouted loudly outside the mountain wall, driving the shepherd dogs around him to look inside. However, there was no echo in the stone, and the hound that had gone away never returned.

Until the arrival of the two young tribal warriors, one of them went inside to explore, and soon turned out - the mountain wall was narrowing, and there was no road for people to pass through. However, the man, sheep and dog seemed to have been devoured, and there was no trace.

There is no one in life, and no corpse in death.

The legendary Demon Palace.

I don't know if it was from that time, gradually, that mountain wall was connected with the legendary Demon Palace. As time passed, the people on the grassland became more and more firmly convinced that behind that stone was the only master of the grassland, where the mysterious Demon Palace was located.

The demon palace that was ordered out and obeyed by the grassland.

The magic palace where the order fell, and the sky was bloody.

The rapid wheezing sound in the darkness gradually calmed down, and the young figure lying on the ground struggled, holding on to the mountain wall and slowly climbing up. Glancing at the dark curtain behind him, his faint eyes suddenly burst out with a trace of absolute stubbornness, turned his head, and no longer looked at the endless business behind him, and staggered towards the slowly closing mountain wall.

What about death?

It is better to live and die than pigs and dogs, and it may not be terrible!

The mountain, the further you go, the narrower it becomes, the bumpy rocks on the mountain wall, grinding every inch of skin on the body, faintly wet. The place on his left knee that had just been hit was becoming more and more difficult to walk, and he may have been swollen or bleeding, but he no longer felt it. Leaning sideways, moving forward, fitting with the body, rubbing, squeezing - looking for every tossing and turning, trying to find a glimmer of life between the mountain walls. Squat, prostrate, sideways. The ribs in his chest were already numb with pain, the air in his chest was constantly squeezing out, every breath was scorching with pain, every inhale was desperately suppressed—the body's instinctive desire to breathe in desperately and slowly and restrainedly inhaled that insignificant amount.

The body that has been deprived of oxygen for a long time is getting heavier and dizzier, and the dampness is all over the body, and it is impossible to tell whether it is blood or sweat. With every breath, he vaguely wondered if it was just after this moment, it would be an eternal sleep.

However, moving forward.

He didn't stop once.

Fit!

Friction!

Extrusion!

He can only move forward, and he only allows himself to move forward!

There is no need to retreat!

There is no way back for him!

……

Suddenly, the air rushed into his lungs involuntarily and quickly, and he choked in pain.

It seems that there is a lifetime as long, and it seems that everything before it is a dream, and when hope really comes, it always makes people dare not believe it.

The mountain widened.

If it weren't for the constant pain on his body, he could hardly believe that he had actually crossed the mountain.

This is the Demon Palace?

He looked up hesitantly.

In front of me, there is still endless darkness.

One-step.

Two steps.

……

Those endless legends of the steppe......

The demon palace that will never survive once you step into it......

A hint of uneasiness flashed in my heart.

Like a fawn preyed upon by a beast, he suddenly stopped.

Ground.

The eyes are bright.

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