What are these little people?

Zhao Han couldn't recognize it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the dream, he couldn't do what he wanted to do at all, so he could only follow the switch of the dream screen in vain, repeating the previous "work" again and again.

Gradually, the saplings became taller and taller.

Day after day, year after year.

In the dream, he didn't know how to calculate the time, but based on the spring and autumn changes, it would not be less.

When the world becomes white, winter has arrived, and when spring blossoms, spring has come.

The scene change seemed to have no end, at the beginning, Zhao Han would remember how many spring and autumn rotations, how many creatures he had seen or had not seen that exuded fairy energy were buried under that little sapling, but after nearly a thousand spring and autumn rotations in the past, Zhao Han would not remember these.

There's no need for it anymore......

Because every time he appears, he will bring maybe several, maybe a dozen palm-sized "dolls" buried under that sapling, and more than a thousand times, how many?

Tens of thousands of "dolls" were buried under the saplings.

Zhao Han's heart became colder and colder.

Even though he knew that this was just a dream, his heart felt as if he had fallen into the abyss.

Because every move, smile and smile of the character in the dream is the same as what he does on a daily basis, it seems that this person is him.

It's just that the people in the picture are much better than him in terms of appearance and temperament, just like him who has been infinitely optimized.

This feeling lasted for a while.

And it only lasted for a while.

Even before he woke up, he had forgotten the feeling.

Because this dream is so long that it makes people feel desperate......

How many springs and autumns has he passed?

Ten thousand?

Twenty thousand?

Fifty thousand?

Or 100,000?

I can't calculate it, but I just know that every time he appears, he will bury a bunch of myths and stories in which creatures of rare species are used as fertilizer for small saplings that have grown larger and larger.

A green plum tree?

The whole body is green, and the temperature during the period contains endless energy.

But countless years have passed, and this small sapling, which has grown to a certain height, has never blossomed and borne fruit!

Finally, in the dream, he seemed to be tired of the years after years, and finally spoke for the first time after finally dragging a large "humanoid doll" much larger than his head covered in blood and burying it at the root of the green plum tree.

This was the first time he had spoken in countless years, but Zhao Han couldn't hear what he was talking about.

I could feel my mouth open and close, but I couldn't understand the meaning.

I can't hear the slightest sound.

But the green plum tree in front of him seemed to understand, and the tree began to emit a little cyan shimmer, as if he was reluctant.

An unimaginable sense of sadness filled Zhao Han's mind.

Incomprehensible.

Can't bother.

It can't be stopped.

It didn't seem like it was his dream, he was just a passerby.

After that, the screen goes black.

It's like eternity.

Eternity.

Engulfed by eternal darkness.

Time seems to have become meaningless.

"Is the story finished?"

In the endless darkness, he muttered to himself.

This was the first time he had made his voice in a dream, perhaps at this time he had broken away from the terrifying figure, and once again turned back into the one who was still in an egg.

It's a real thing to be happy about.

But how will he wake up?

Darkness and loneliness are enough to make anyone crazy, and Zhao Han is naturally no exception.

After spending an unknown amount of time, he actually missed the constantly rotating spring and autumn pictures.

Even if there was no sound, there was color in the picture, not the darkness it is now.

The whole dark world was only his muttering.

What should he do?

Sing?

Tired.

Play chess?

There are no opponents, no chessboards, no chess pieces, just darkness.

Time seems to be eternal at this point.

Eternal stillness.

Until a nursery rhyme rang in his ears.

[Big-headed doll shakes]

【Shake to the Yellow Spring Nai He Bridge】

[Babble, babble, why are you in a cage]

[Babbling, babbling, why are you running, why are you running]

[Come back, come back, you can't run away and you can't escape]

[Hee-he 】

The girl's voice, which was transposed, was a little sharp at the end.

Over and over again, and again, and so on.

Scary children's rhymes?

After listening to it more than a dozen times, it doesn't seem so scary.

Maybe it's better to die than it is now.

It's just that he wants to die, and it's not so easy......

At this time, Zhao Han really wanted to try to promise this girl, and try what the consequences would be if he promised to "play with her".

That's exactly what he did.

"I'll play with you, can you find me?"

In the dark world, Zhao Han didn't know how his voice came out.

But he knew that the girl who sang the nursery rhyme must have heard it.

After he spoke, the girl's voice stopped abruptly, and there was no word for a long time.

I don't know how long later, just when Zhao Han thought she had disappeared, the girl's voice came out again, and it said with some children's curiosity:

"Who are you?"

"How did it end up in my world?"

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Let's play the game"

"Are you a good person or a bad person?"

"What's the best thing to do?"

"Peek-a-boo, the person who is found will die and be eaten by the other party!"

"Where are you? How come I can't find you? ”

"You.. At.. Where? ”

"I... I'm going to catch you~~~"

A chill in the back.

He had just been talking to the voice......

And after saying that he wanted to play with "her", he couldn't speak again.

The voice that I thought was no longer terrifying, when the other party said that they wanted to eat him...... It feels even more terrifying than death.

It's really going to be eaten.

Really going to die.

It's not a joke, if he is caught, no one can save him.

Zhao Han wanted to get out of here.

Crazy to get out of here!

No matter what method he used, he wanted to get out of this damn place!!

Be sure to avoid that voice.

Don't let the other party find him!

But everything he did was in vain.

The girl's voice was getting closer and closer to him, and he didn't know if he was on the run.

He couldn't move at all!

The heart is cold.

Zhao Han seemed to hear footsteps.

Very light.

Getting closer and closer, it seemed to be getting closer to him behind his back.

Zhao Han even felt a hand slap on his back.

Gently patted ......

"Catch. . . to you.. It's ~~! (To be continued.) )