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At this moment, it is not early, looking at the sky, it is already overcast in the distance, and it is likely to rain tonight, so Ma Ling must speed up and set up a simple camp before it gets dark.

And also to form a simple defensive circle.

Broad-leaved forests are the best protection from rain, and the large leaves, stacked together, can almost completely block the rain from the outside.

Halfway up the hill, with his back to the hollow of the hill, far from the low-lying area, Ma Ling inserted the prepared sharp stumps deep into the soil of the hill to encircle the city.

A fire was lit in the ring, a small group of kung fu, all the dead branches and rotten leaves inside were burned, strange-looking scorpions, fist-sized centipedes, and all kinds of strange-shaped insects rushed out, but the flames were too big to escape at all, and after a while, the smell of burnt proteins scattered in all directions.

It is accompanied by various foul odors produced after the death of various insects.

It smells unspeakably bad.

After a while, the flames grew smaller, the stumps around the ring were charred, and a thick layer of ash was produced inside.

Ma Ling began to command the two of them, spreading branches and leaves into the ashes, these ashes can play a good insulating effect, first, the residual heat inside, can isolate the moisture on the ground, and the scorched corpses of insects, the breath, and can keep other insects around from this death zone.

The residual heat in the ashes could not ignite the tender branches, so he was not worried that it might ignite the flames again.

On the wooden stakes, the roof of the house began to be braided layer by layer, and it was stacked with leaves, and between the stumps, it was also filled with various branches and leaves.

After about two hours, it was almost completely dark, and the treehouse had been built.

According to his command, Ma Hui and Ma Ziming collected a lot of dry firewood and piled it up in the tree house.

In the center of the treehouse, a huge pit has also been dug out, and a bonfire has been lit there at this moment, and the heat of the bonfire is slowly releasing to drive away the cold air of the night.

Within four or five meters outside the tree house, there were a lot of wooden sticks inserted diagonally by Ma Ling. The sticks had all been sharpened by him, and they looked extremely sharp.

It is also supported by the will of the clock, otherwise such a large amount of work, it is impossible for the three of Ma Ling to complete it.

Of course, these sticks are not really powerful, and when they encounter the danger of non-goblins, even if they only play some obstructive role, even if they hinder for a second, it is enough for them to deal with it calmly.

"You guys wait here, I'll see if I can find something to eat."

Ma Ling commanded, and without waiting for the two to object, he walked out of the tree house alone and walked towards the dark jungle.

He is not a nanny, and he has already done his duty to the two of them, and if something happens to the two of them because he went out to look for food, he can only blame them for being unlucky.

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Walk in the wilderness.

Ma Ling didn't go directly to find food, but pondered.

During this time, he felt that something was wrong with him, and sometimes he acted like a different person.

There are often many actions and many things that are done subconsciously by oneself. When I think about it later, I feel like I was stunned during that time.

Not at all like myself.

For example, when he came to Xinming County this time, although it was an order from the Clock Will Organization, this order was actually very broad, and he didn't have to carry it out at all.

But for some reason, I came here in ignorance of the danger.

"Is this guy doing it?"

Touching the clock on his chest, Ma Ling's face was very ugly.

He has investigated many clues about the origin of the clock. The only thing that can be connected to it is the half-crippled Hour Ghost in the hands of the Ghost Riders Alliance.

Both are time-controlling ghosts. I just heard that the latter was forcibly disabled by a more terrifying ghost, and even with the ghost's immortal ability, it can't be recovered.

He used to wonder if this clock could have something to do with the terrifying existence of the ghost of the broken hour, but the Ghost Riders Alliance sealed the details of the great war fifty years ago very strictly, and Ma Ling couldn't find out.

I don't know.

Originally, the will of the clock brought him great power, and it was nothing to interfere with his thoughts a little. But as he touched the terrifying black cavity during the day, he felt the power projected by the clock in his chest getting stronger and stronger.

This power was so powerful that it scared him. He was afraid that one day, he would be annihilated in this power, completely losing himself and unable to extricate himself.

Like those ghost riders who have been revived by ghosts. He felt himself slipping into the abyss of goblin resurrection.

"I heard that the Ghost Rider Alliance has developed some kind of liquid that inhibits the revival of ghosts, and after this incident, we must find a way to get some."

"With the task merits I have accumulated in the Clock Will Organization, it should be enough."

Ma Ling sighed and continued to look for food.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and there was a slight wind blowing in the woods, accompanied by a moist smell, and it looked like it would not be long before it would rain here.

It is likely that the regional climate change in Z Town has caused a chain reaction in the wilderness.

Frowning, he was a little worried.

On rainy days, it is even more dangerous in the wilderness, especially at night, and the difficulty index of survival simply skyrockets.

The forest in the dark night, almost out of sight, but not quiet, one after another roars, endless.

Click~

Ma Ling stepped on a dead branch, and was just about to lift his feet to walk down, but suddenly stopped in the air.

An inexplicable feeling hits.

One leg was in the air, just stable for a few seconds, Ma Ling slowly retracted his leg, and then squatted down, quietly looking at the place where he was about to put his foot just now.

One second, two seconds

There was no danger.

Ma Ling raised his foot again, but his body was beaten again.

This time the strange feeling was even stronger.

Great terror, great crisis, but with faint excitement.

What does this TMD feel like?

Confusing, eccentric.

Ma Ling was also confused for a while.

Wow~

A firelight slowly lit up in front of Ma Ling, holding a small torch, following the firelight, his eyes shifted.

He was there to see what lay ahead.

A small white flower bone grows quietly on the ground, which is where Ma Ling put his feet before.

The flower bones are about the size of a fist, and under the light of the fire, they show a milky white color, and they are not open, they are completely wrapped, and you can clearly see the layers of flowers and leaves, wrapped layer upon layer.

Looking around the flower bones, there are no branches and leaves, and there are no rhizomes in sight, just growing on the ground strangely, without any snipping.

It's weird.

Looking around, there was no other existence except this strange flower bone.

It's pitch black in the distance, and I can't see clearly.

"Why, why, this thing gives you an uneasy feeling?"

Ma Ling set his eyes on the flowers again, walking in the dark just now, the perception of danger was put to the maximum, and at the moment of landing, an indescribable feeling struck, as if once this foot fell, there would be a great horror and a big crisis.

And with a wacky sense of excitement.

But where is the danger now?

Just this slightly weird flower in front of you?

But now this flower, even if it is a little weird, but it does not give him a fatal feeling.

Just a little uneasy.

What was the horror crisis in the darkness before?

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