When you're on the beach, the golden highlights are really just a little bit and fleeting.

After catching up with the stone mountain, the highlight seems to have become a star, twinkling and twinkling.

Now that the distance is close, it means that the bright spot of hope is less than 30 meters away from Zhang He, and Zhang He finally saw clearly, this is not a bright spot at all, but a golden thread that flashes and jumps in the dark.

Zhang He rubbed his eyes again, making sure that he was not mistaken, it was really a golden thread, the golden thread was sometimes twisted, sometimes shuttled, sometimes straightened, the frequency was so fast and the complexity of the changes was dazzling, it was simply a strange note in hell that was beating in front of him.

Zhang He is also a person who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but if there are really ghosts and ghosts in "Dynasty", then the scene in front of him can't help but make him think in this direction, and he can even feel that his heartbeat is many times faster than before.

Just when he wanted to step forward to find out, the golden thread disappeared into the stone forest, and Zhang He walked quickly into the stone forest to look around.

Dark!

Except for the darkness and the darkness!

No people, no smell, no traces, it was like nothing had happened to this place.

Zhang He only felt a faint chill on his back, he had seen a lot of bizarre and strange things along the way in "Dynasty", but there was no time that could compare to this one.

Unknown desert islands, mutated wolves, dancing ghost dances, these things are simply not something that can be explained by human intelligence or done by human man.

The wonder of nature, the vastness of heaven and earth, how can human beings truly understand all things in this universe?

The dark clouds finally gradually dispersed, the bright moon reappeared on the sea, the moonlight sprinkled down like a veil, and Zhang He found that his position had not yet reached the halfway point of the mountain, which was a chaotic stone forest, like the legendary mass grave.

The strange stones in the stone forest protruded, like the sharp teeth of a monster, as if a bloody mouth wanted to swallow people with belts and bones.

Zhang He could only choose a flat small stone to sit down and look at the starry sea, he knew that he didn't have much time left, and he would either quickly find a way to leave this island in the next time, or quickly find a way to survive without dying of thirst and starvation.

But what he never imagined was that in the next three days, in addition to the normal commute to work on time during the day, he walked along the beach along the coastline after getting on the line in the evening, and walked for two days to circle this island, which is a rare size.

In the past three days, he has never seen the three strange wolves that attacked him, nor has he seen the golden thread of the ghost dance at night, the only thing that has changed a little is that the bright moon on the sea has gradually become no longer round, as if a corner has been gnawed off by the tengu.

Today is the middle of the night on the third day, Zhang He still found nothing, not only can he not find a single bird feather on the island, but there are no fish living in the nearby waters, and the idea of going to the sea to catch fish has long been dispelled by him.

After tonight, if you still can't find food and water, then wait for starvation and thirst to death, it's probably okay if you really hang up, but if you are afraid of hanging, you will be resurrected in this ghost place, then it is called a "bad" word.

The starlight was still brilliant, so Zhang He climbed halfway up the mountain under the starlight, found a small stone to sit on, and looked at the vast sea from afar.

In the past three days, he has hardly spoken to anyone, not that he doesn't say it, but there is really no one on this island, what do you tell him to say?

So he can only talk to himself.

Talking to oneself in such an environment is no longer simply boring and ridiculous, but a sympathetic pathetic and terrible.

Because he now knows that poverty, hunger, frustration, pain, and vendetta are actually trivial, and no amount of difficulty can trouble him, nor can they defeat him.

What is really terrible in this world is loneliness.

The feeling of being empty and helpless, like duckweed in a lake at the mercy of the wind and rain, is the truest portrayal of him as a rootless prodigal.

Looking at the moonlight on the beach, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore in the distance, many people and many things appeared in Zhang He's head, duck neck, big cow, second sister, Brother Chun, Qi Gongzi, Jin Mailang, Zhong Shuman, Er Leizi, Ma Junmei, Hua Feihong, Lin Ruoli, Jiang Yao, Fat Man, Lingling...... These faces were like movie clips replaying in front of his eyes......

Outwitting the skyscraper, breaking into Tangjiabao at night, making trouble in the Peony Tower, the dispute between the Tibetan name and the Shuangzhuang, and the battle of the red goods of the Baili Dart Bureau not long ago, those complicated and weird conspiracies, those cunning and deceitful conspirators, all look so cute in their eyes at this moment.

He suddenly started singing, and he still sang the folk Yunnan song: "When the moon comes out, the two mothers-in-law and a husband, the two will marry me together, and the three of them will sleep in the same bed......"

The golden childhood, the sweet past, the glorious past, and even the painful memories of the past have become very sweet and lovely at this moment.

Only now does Zhang He really understand a truth, that is, a person, no matter rich or poor, prosperous or low, as long as he can truly live and live well, life is meaningful and lovely.

If there was another reason that could sustain him to persist and still think about this, it was undoubtedly the Night Streamer carried in the flagpole on his back.

Human beings have dreams, which is the driving force for human beings to survive.

He was still thinking about it, and the dark clouds once again obscured the starry sky, and all things in heaven and earth became a world of eternal darkness again, and at this moment, his eyes jumped, and the golden bright spot appeared again on the beach in the distance.

At this moment, Zhang He flew up and swept down the mountain with "Walking Song", this time his light skill speed was ridiculously fast, not at all like the speed that a hungry and thirsty person can perform.

Hunger and thirst can be tiring, but it can also make people burst into great potential.

The golden thread reappeared after disappearing for three full nights, still dancing wildly, but at this moment Zhang He was not afraid at all, he boldly walked towards the golden thread.

Since this journey down the mountain was still a bit long, the golden thread seemed to be a little tired after dancing for a while, and turned into a soft straight line lying flat on the ground.

When he got closer, Zhang He smelled a fragrant smell, which was just the opposite of the fishy smell of the three strange wolves, which was the fragrance of wood leaves, but more like a musky fragrance, which made people feel refreshed and refreshed when they smelled it, and it was from that golden thread that came out.

really got closer, Zhang He was surprised again, and he couldn't cry or laugh.

It wasn't a golden thread at all, but a fox, and the fox had brown fur all over its body, except for a bunch of hairs on its back that extended from its head to its tail, which was golden yellow, so it shone golden in the night.

The fox was scurrying around in the distance, so it looked like a golden thread of ghost dance.

Zhang He laughed dumbly, he remembered a fable he had once heard: if you went back 10,000 years and you threw a flashlight to a primitive man, the primitive man might think that this was a gift from the gods.

This story fully illustrates that anything no longer seems so mysterious as long as it has a basis.

This fox is likely to be a mutated creature like the three strange wolves, and the question is that he has been walking around this dead island like a wandering spirit for three days without any creatures, where did this fox come from?

However, Zhang He didn't have time to think about this question, because he now saw that the fox was not tired of jumping, but curled up on the ground and shivering, a pair of bright eyes staring in his direction.

Zhang He finally felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't say why, but he suddenly had a feeling of wanting to turn back.

This feeling did not come out of thin air, but a flash of inspiration brought by many births and deaths, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a black shadow in front of him.

Zhang He was taken aback, and at that moment, he rolled sideways in the air on the spot, rolling 720 degrees in the air.

To be honest, if this kind of action is placed in normal times, you can't do it if you let him practice it a hundred times, this has nothing to do with the skill caste, but the innate survival instinct of human beings.

But he still couldn't escape the other party, Zhang He only felt a pain in his waist, and his side waist seemed to have been cut by some sharp weapon, and he could feel that his precious vitality was pouring out of this mouth in an instant.

After rolling on the ground for a few laps, he looked at the status bar again, Zhang He was directly dumbfounded, the original physique of 658 points dropped by 500 points, which is already less than 158 points, you must know that you still have 147 points of defense, which means that the opponent has more than 650 points of damage at this time.

As soon as he looked up again, Zhang He saw a pair of sharp claws dripping with blood, which was his own blood.

A leopard about the size of a vicious wolf stood on the beach and looked at him, this leopard was also completely black, and it was completely integrated with the night, if it weren't for its long whiskers and two fangs in front of its mouth, Zhang He would almost think that it was a tiger.

The leopard may not be as cunning as the fox, not as intelligent as the jackal, or even less ferocious than the tiger, but the leopard is the most agile, responsive, and cruel of all animals.

In this "Dynasty", even the best hunters sometimes dare not hunt down a leopard alone, let alone a mutated leopard, which is different from the fox and the wolf he encountered before, its claws look like six scimitars, and he was injured by this "scimitar" just now.

When I looked at the fox Zhang He again, I understood, it turned out that the fox was not afraid of himself, but the leopard.

When the fox saw the leopard, he didn't even have the courage to run.

As soon as Zhang He pulled out the golden snake sword, the leopard pounced, and it came almost silently, but the double claws formed by the twelve "scimitars" made Zhang He see clearly with the help of the golden light on the fox's feathers, and at this moment he was convinced that this leopard was not inferior to any sword master under 4 turns.

Of course, he also has his own unique approach to attacking.

(To be continued)