I held my breath and looked closely at the wooden figure.

The wooden figure is carved out of ordinary wood, and the technique is a bit clumsy, looking like it was made by a clumsy person.

Such a clumsy wooden figure should not have been carved by a cultivator.

The practitioner's hands are very stable and his perception is very sensitive, and no matter how vivid he is in doing this kind of handiwork, at least the knife marks will be round and satisfactory.

After I saw this clumsy wooden man, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and felt that the other party might not be very powerful.

I took out my mahogany sword and gently picked at the piece of paper.

I picked the piece of paper off and slipped into the coffin.

The wooden man didn't move, nothing happened here.

I probed for a while, and when I found nothing unusual in the coffin, I went to the door again and tried to open it.

But something happened to the evil gate, and the door was gone.

Only four walls remain.

"Hallucinations?" I'm a little confused.

A door disappears out of thin air, and it must be an illusion. But I don't feel any ghosts here, how did this hallucination appear? When did it appear?

I was thinking about it when I suddenly heard the coffin behind me move.

My heart jumped: "Should it be coming?" ”

I swerved around and walked towards the coffin with my peachwood sword in my hand.

Two or three steps from the coffin, I stopped, placed the candle on the mahogany sword, and slowly approached the coffin.

The candle flame has always been bright yellow and has not changed anything.

It's strange, it's strange, isn't there anything evil in it? But what's going on with the voice?

I feel very aggrieved in my heart, and I feel that this thing is strange everywhere today.

I took the candle off and cautiously walked over with my mahogany sword in hand.

Then I looked into the coffin, and there was still only one wooden figure in the coffin, and there was no difference.

I shook my head, intending to turn away and continue researching the vanishing door.

At this moment, I suddenly sighed in my heart, the posture of this wooden man is a little different from just now.

I walked over and took a closer look, and my heart suddenly lifted.

The wooden man was lying in the coffin.

I remember clearly just now, this wooden figure was lying on his back. The legs were still bent slightly upward.

But now, the wooden man was lying on his stomach, his legs hooked down, and I could clearly see the knee socket of his knee.

I stabbed it with my mahogany sword, and the wooden man didn't react.

I thought about it, grabbed his chest with my sword, and turned it over.

After the wooden figure turned over, my brain buzzed, and a cold sweat suddenly broke out.

I saw that the wooden man had a face, and this face was exactly like mine.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to compose.

"Hallucination, this must be an illusion." I muttered silently in my heart.

I took a deep breath, the key issue now is not to go around in circles with this wooden man, this thing is too weird, I guess it exists just to distract me, to scare me.

Now the key is to find that door and get out of here.

We went into this room because we were exhausted from climbing the Mountain of Sin.

Now that I've been here for a while, I've recovered and I feel like I can keep climbing.

So, I stopped caring about this wooden man, and I turned around and wanted to leave.

But the moment I turned around, I felt that my legs were a little disobedient, and I almost fell to the ground.

I reached out and held the coffin, barely standing still.

Then I realized that my legs were unconscious, hard like sticks.

Stick?

I reached out and touched my leg, and to my horror, it was actually turned into wood.

Immediately afterward, I noticed that the woodification was spreading, and soon it was spreading to my chest and abdomen, and to my arms......

Lignify? Does it have anything to do with the wooden figure inside the coffin?

I subconsciously looked at the wooden man.

I found that he not only had my face, but also my flesh.

I gritted my teeth, barely controlling my stiffening body, trying to stab him with my peachwood sword.

I had a hunch that I could only end this woodening by killing him.

But my hand was no longer at my command, and my sword was pierced and pierced into the coffin.

At this moment, the wooden figure in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and showed me a strange smile.

I was startled and tried to pull my body back, but my body couldn't move.

He and I faced each other, staring at each other in an awkward position.

At this time, the wooden man jerked me and dragged me into the coffin.

My face slammed against the bottom of the coffin with a muffled thud.

This collision directly made my eyes glaze Venus.

I endured the pain and tried to turn around. At this time, I was all over my body, and only my neck could move.

I pressed my neck hard, put my head against the bottom of the coffin, and turned myself over.

Then, exhausted, I lay in the coffin.

I saw the wooden figure standing next to the coffin, looking at me with a smile on his face.

Or rather...... It was myself standing next to the coffin, looking at me with a smile on his face.

Because the current wooden man looks exactly like me. And I'm ...... Turned into a wooden man.

He picked up the piece of paper inside the coffin and stuck it on me. He put the mirror over my face again, and then smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Subsequently, he left.

I couldn't sit up from the coffin, I could only hear him walk near a wall, and then there was a squirming sound of the door opening.

Then the door was closed again, and there was complete silence.

"Isn't it a hallucination, isn't it a mechanism? When I came in, the mechanism activated and silently closed the door? I closed my eyes and started thinking.

Who is this wooden man? Who am I now?

I'm starting to suspect that this wooden man was once alive too.

When he came to the Mountain of Sin, he entered the room as I did, and then he saw the wooden man in the coffin.

He was pulled in by the wooden man, and himself, waiting for the next one.

It's a drumming game. Now it's my turn.

I closed my eyes and thought: Fortunately in misfortune, the body I used belongs to the Mu family, and it is not a pity to lose it. My physical body and main soul are in the Dustless Mountain, and my consciousness can be ...... whenever I want

When I thought of this, I tried to let my consciousness return to the Dustless Mountain, but something happened to the evil gate, and my consciousness couldn't go back, and I was trapped in this coffin.

I was horrified, but there was nothing I could do.

At this moment, I felt another ray of consciousness permeating my surroundings.

It was as if the consciousness had been hidden in the coffin, and now it had finally appeared.

It's getting into my mind.

I tried to resist it, but it didn't work.

Soon, I felt a buzz in my head, and I arrived in a world of strange arts.

I know I'm in that ray of consciousness. What I saw was his memory.

Call...... A cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but shiver.

The pouring rain poured down on me, and my body was instantly soaked.

Is this a hallucination? This illusion is too real, isn't it?

I looked around and saw a small house in the heavy rain, so I hurriedly ran over.

The door to the hut was hidden, and I reached out and pushed it, but it didn't push.

I had to stand in the doorway.

The rain was heavier, and I shivered from the cold.

This is someone else's fantasy, and I still have to suffer like this? What is the reasoning of this.

I was a little upset, so I just hit the door with my shoulder, but my shoulder couldn't open it, and I kicked it again.

Finally, there was a loud bang, and I kicked the door open.

Then I walked in.

The inside of the house was dark and a little cold, but it was much better than the outside.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew outside the door, and the rain hit my back, making me shiver again.

It's cold.

I turned around and slammed the door shut.

This time it was much warmer in the room, but there was no light at all, and it was pitch black.

I fumbled around the wall for a while and found a rope.

I tugged tentatively, and the light came on.

This kind of rope old-fashioned light switch, pull the light on, and then drag the light off. I used it when I was a kid.

The wattage of the electric lights is very low, and the room that illuminates it is dusk.

I looked at it, and it looked like a bedroom.

It was the little girl's bedroom, because there was a comb and hairpin on the table.

As for the bed, there was a quilt spread out, and it was bulging inside, and it was estimated that the little girl was sleeping in it.

However, I pushed and kicked the door just now, and the little girl should have woken up a long time ago.

She is presumably pretending to be asleep now.

She was afraid that I would hurt her, so she pretended to be asleep and pretended not to know anything.

I coughed dryly and said, "I'm passing by, I want to hide from the rain here, don't be afraid." ”

The little girl ignored me.

I found a chair and sat down.

As a result, I sat for a short time when I heard a squeaky sound.

I turned my head and saw that there was a mouse crawling onto the little girl's bed.

I wondered a little and thought to myself: this house is getting a little old, but the rat dares to climb into bed, isn't that too exaggerated?

I whispered, "You have rats in your bed, do you want to help you get rid of them?" ”

The little girl still ignored me.

Then I saw the rat going through the quilt.

At this point, I couldn't take it anymore.

I picked up the broom in the corner and swung it at the mouse.

My intention was to knock the rat away and leave the quilt unmoving.

As a result, I pushed too hard, and was brought down by the quilt for a small part, so that the little girl showed her head.

I quickly apologized.

At this time, I suddenly noticed that the little girl was staring at me with her eyes open, her eyes wide and round.

For some reason, these eyes make me feel creepy.

"You...... Woke up? I asked cautiously.

The little girl didn't answer me.

I tentatively asked, "Do you want me to cover you with the quilt?" ”

The little girl didn't speak, just looked at me like that.

Something suddenly felt wrong.

She's been looking at me for a long time, why is her eyes moving?