Although Ziqi's speed was very slow, he was still in a state of running after all, so he was getting closer and closer to Lingling.

"Lingling, Lingling, what's wrong with you? Can you hear me? Ziqi shouted loudly behind Lingling.

Lingling's state was not quite right, she no longer ran, but walked forward step by step, and not only that, but she also held out two hands very strangely forward.

It's like sleepwalking!

Not far in front of Lingling was Lord Poker, and Ziqi could vaguely recognize that he seemed to be stretching out his hand to move forward. A little further away is the Chimera rat, but it's already indistinct.

The white windmill still stands alone in front of the view.

"Lingling, Lingling!"

But there was no response.

What the hell is going on here?

Just when Ziqi decided to rush over and grab Lingling with all his strength, regardless of the vigorous heat in his chest, he saw something.

It's a line.

A thin red line abruptly appeared on the grassland in front of him, dividing the vast grassland into two parts.

He is behind the red line, and the remaining three are before the red line. I didn't have any problems, and the three people in front of me were very eccentric.

Just as Ziqi was about to cross the red line, he stopped.

Do you want to go over?

Ziqi's heart was full of contradictions.

On the one hand, their companions are like walking corpses that have been sucked dry, step by step into the abyss, and only he can save them.

On the other hand, the strange red line is in front of you, if you will become like them when you step over, then who will save everyone?

Just when Ziqi hesitated, Master Poker slowly disappeared from his field of vision, and even the spirit that walked at the back gradually blurred.

"Spiritual !!"

Ziqi shouted loudly with all the strength of his body, but only the ubiquitous grass on the desolate grassland was swaying slightly.

It doesn't matter so much!

Ziqi resolutely crossed the red line in front of him, because even if he stayed here, he couldn't do anything.

The grass on the ground seems to be hardening?

Ziqi ran forward desperately, one hand stretched forward slightly, ready to hold the spirit spirit who was still advancing.

"Lingling."

Ziqi was surprised to find that his voice had become quieter?

Not only that, but his speed seemed to have slowed down, and even though he was running hard, Lingling's back was still out of reach.

"Spirit ......"

Ziqi, who struggled to open his mouth, found that his mouth and nose were filled with a foul smell.

It's a smell, but it's like a mixture of flavors.

Kerosene, gasoline, spoiled vinegar, pickled vegetables, salted fish in the sun, straw mats in summer, and sweat......

In fact, he could still remember many smells, but Ziqi's consciousness ended here in sweat.

"Plop."

Ziqi fell headlong on the grass.

At the same time, the Chimera rat, which was at the forefront, finally arrived at the white windmill.

As if pre-programmed, he walked straight to the north side of the windmill, knelt down slowly in front of the windmill, and then held his head in his hands and pressed his head against the white wall of the windmill.

"This is, where is this?"

When this was done, the Chimera Rat was fully awake, but he was surprised to find that he was only conscious, but his body was completely unresponsive.

Me, why am I doing such an action?

The Chimera Rat tried to raise its head, but to no avail.

Everyone, where are you?

"Pounce, Lord Poker?" The Chimera rat cried out.

Fortunately, the sound can still come out, but it is much weaker than I imagined, and I am afraid that only those who are next to me can hear it.

The Chimera rat began to think quickly.

My last memory was of running with everyone, after which I lost consciousness.

The end of the run was the white windmill on the grassland.

Windmill?

Is his head now against the wall of the white windmill?

Just then, the Chimera rat heard footsteps beside him.

Someone's coming?

The footsteps were very mechanical, each step was kept equal in time between each step, and when the last footsteps were over, the sound of the body touching the ground was heard.

It was as if someone had fallen to the ground.

Lying on the ground?

Isn't that the same as yourself?

The Chimera rat turned its neck desperately, trying to see who was next to him, but he couldn't move even an inch of his neck.

But at this moment, the person next to him cried out in surprise.

"Where? Where is this? ”

This is a very familiar voice of a Chimera rat.

"Poker Lord, is it Poker Lord?"

"Huh? Are you, are you a chimera? ”

"Yes, yes, it's me."

"So here's ...... Windmill? ”

"Seems like so."

"What happened?"

"I, I don't know, I lost consciousness not long after stepping into this grassland."

"Unconscious? yes, I lost consciousness even if I wanted to. "But before that I saw something. ”

"One thing? What's up? ”

"You're acting very strangely!"

"Huh? I, I don't remember anything. ”

"Don't remember?" Master Poker continued, "You stretched out your hands like a ghost. ”

"Ghosts?" The Chimera Rat was completely stunned.

"It seems that you really don't remember, maybe this is an action made after losing consciousness?" Master Poker began to mumble to himself, "Then I lost consciousness too, did I do that too?" ”

"This ......" the Chimera Rat was in front of Master Poker, so he didn't know.

"What the hell is going on?" The poker master was still muttering to himself, "Possessed? Hypnotized? Or poisoned? ”

"Adult ......"

"Why can't I move?" Master Poker said suddenly, and then tried desperately to stand up, but his whole body felt like he was nailed to the ground.

"I can't move either." The Chimera Rat said.

"There's a problem, there's got to be a problem, let's remember it."

Just as Mr. Poker was about to continue, there was another sound of footsteps around him.

"Someone's coming?" Lord Poker said alarmedly.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's still someone on our team." The Chimera Rat said.

"How do you know?"

"Your Excellency, listen carefully to the footsteps."

Master Poker pricked up his ears and listened.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with the sound of footsteps.

Not only is the interval between each step exactly the same, but even the volume of sound is exactly the same. Like the sound of a second hand rolling, it is precise and mechanical.

It was by no means like the sound of a flesh-and-blood man walking, and the poker master immediately thought of the strange movements of the Chimera.

"Lingling? Ziqi? Master Poker exclaimed tentatively.

But there was no sound but the sound of mechanical footsteps.

With a "plop", Master Poker felt that the visitor was kneeling beside him.

"Huh?"

A childish voice sounded in his ears.

"Lingling!" Lord Poker exclaimed with certainty.

"Pounce, Lord Poker?"

"Yes, it's me."

"W-where is this?"

"We should have that windmill in front of us."

"Windmills?" Lingling asked in a whisper.

"Yes."

"The white windmill?" Lingling suddenly became excited.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Sure enough, I can't move."

"Lingling, Lingling, are you okay?" Lord Poker asked with concern.

"Lord Poker, I'm afraid we're going to be annoyed."

"Annoying? What** annoying? ”

"My lord, is it just the two of us here?"

"No, and Mr. Chimera."

"In other words, Brother Ziqi hasn't come over yet?"

"Yes."

"I think when Big Brother Ziqi arrives, the danger will begin." Ling Ling said very anxiously.

"Lingling, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Poker Lord, does the way we look now remind you of anything?"

"What does it look like now?" Master Poker was lost in thought, and soon he thought of something, "Snake, are the four snakes we just saw when we walked into the grassland?" ”

"Yes." Ling Ling replied, "At that time, those four snakes fell to the ground vertically in pairs, and their heads were all covered with a white grass, aren't they exactly the same as we are now?" ”

"Ahh

The poker adults got it, and so did the Chimera.

The four of them are equivalent to the four poisonous snakes, and the white windmill is the deadly grass.

"That is, we are all prey in a trap, and when the prey is in place, the hunter will come out."

"Yes." Ling Ling said quickly, "My lord, there is not much time left for us to save ourselves. ”

Time was running out, and as soon as Lingling's words fell, everyone heard another voice.

Footsteps.

Cold, mechanical, perfectly spaced footsteps.

"It looks like Ziqi." Master Poker said.

The footsteps are getting louder and louder, like a prey is actively approaching the hunting net.

"Your Excellency!" Lingling suddenly cried out loudly, "Although neither I nor Mr. Chimera Mouse can move, but you can't move either?" ”

"Me?"

"Yes, my lord, you are different from us, not only because you are extraordinary," Lingling shouted anxiously, "but also because you have a treasure in your hand." ”

That little golden ball?

That's right, isn't the little ball that everyone worked so hard to get, the little ball that once detoxified and healed their own injuries, in their hands at this time?

Poker growers want to move their fingers to grip the ball tighter, so that its magical power is more abundant and effective.

But he regretted to find that he couldn't even move his fingers.

What to do? What to do?

At this time, Ziqi came to everyone's side and knelt down in front of the windmill with a thud.

"Brother Ziqi, is that you?" Lingling asked loudly.

"Huh?" When his head touched the wall of the windmill, Ziqi reacted.

"This is, where is this?"

"Around the windmills." Lingling said, "The windmill is also a trap, and we are all trapped. ”

"Sleepy, trapped?"

Ziqi immediately thought of the weird red line and the even weirder movements of the three people in front of the red line, and he understood everything.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" Ziqi shouted, "I'm really useless, even if I find a problem, I can't do anything." ”