Lying flat on the ground and looking at the sky in front of me gradually returning to its normal color, I finally couldn't help but sigh, but the problem of getting lost still persisted, and there was no food to eat.

It's obviously no different from waiting to die on the spot.

After resting on the ground for a while, I looked at the old tree in front of me and suddenly fell into deep thought.

The expedition must have encountered the same predicament as themselves, but they accidentally ate too many mushrooms, resulting in complete poisoning and death.

In the end, only the old man survived.

The cold wind blew through the trees, gently beating the branches above.

I drew the dagger from my waist, endured my weak body, and carved marks everywhere I passed.

This is the last time I am determined to get out of the labyrinth, and if I still fail, I will have to wait quietly for death in this silent mountain forest.

And this time, I don't know if I got God's favor, or if I accidentally found some kind of pattern in the mountains and forests.

This time, he finally left the ravine by carving marks on the trees, and was greeted by a scene that he had never seen before.

After a few confirmations, I couldn't help but gradually realize that I must have come to the depths of the mysterious mountain, and according to the mysterious ruins of the ancient kingdom that disappeared from the Internet and legends.

At this time, the position he was standing in should be in the core of Yelang Country.

Gradually, I was once again attracted by the unknown object on the ground, and when I bent down to pick it up, I was greeted by a very old porcelain fragment.

This is obviously the remnants of that mysterious ancient country.

There are many more such discoveries in the vicinity, and the dense mountain forest is undulating, and it is supported for a short time by eating the young leaves of the trees.

Unexpectedly, in the mountains and forests in the distance, I saw the traces left by the group of black-clothed people.

It was a dozen colorful tents, standing quietly under the jungle trees, but there was not a single figure around.

Even the iron pot hanging on the bonfire is simmering with uneaten instant noodles.

I smelled the pungent fragrance, and finally I couldn't bear my tired and hungry body anymore, and I took the pot in my arms and devoured it.

There was a deathly silence in the surrounding mountains and forests, but it lacked the vitality it should have, and even the sound of birdsong was not heard along the way.

When I finally had my fill, I couldn't help but sit on the ground and wipe the grease off my mouth with my hands.

It seems that this should be the traces left by the second group of black-clothed men who were lost by themselves, and they moved in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to collect tents and supplies.

Apparently with some sort of directive from the leader of the men in black.

The footsteps on the ground were orderly, but the direction towards the mountains and forests became more and more urgent.

A sense of foreboding gradually rose in my heart, could it be that they had found something deep in the mountains that made them so anxious.

In the distance, a mist gradually filled the mountain forest, and the soil beneath his feet concealed the remains of large ruins, through the small seal inscriptions engraved on them.

It seems that he really came to the location of the ancient country of Yelang.

At this time, the old man's words couldn't help but echo in his ears from time to time, this king who was obsessed with becoming an immortal and seeking the Tao finally really refined into an elixir.

But after that, a total of eight eyes grew, and he also flew to the immortal realm with all his people, leaving behind the disappeared ruins of the ancient kingdom.

This legend, which sounds ridiculous in the first place, sounds a little weird and indescribable, and people can't help but guess.

Eventually, I packed up my supplies in the camp where the men in black had left, and apart from a few useless tents, the most they left behind were almost all food items like instant noodles and ham sausages.

As night fell, and the sky darkened again, I had to stay here for the night.

After lying in the tent, I couldn't sleep after tossing and turning, until I was suddenly attracted by a photo in the gap.

This old yellowed photograph was left behind by the second group of men in black, reflecting the light of the lighter lit by the lighter, and the blurred scene in the photograph was clearly visible.

The most terrifying thing is that there are a lot of black figures and silhouettes on it, perhaps because the photos are a little old and folded, so I can't see the faces of each of them clearly.

It's just that I feel that the clothes I'm wearing are quite similar to modern times.

It wasn't until I held the photo in my hand and looked at it from a certain angle that I saw that they were not blurred faces, but all of them were hanging their heads.

The appearance is indescribably weird.

I was holding the photo in my hand and just as I was feeling confused, there was a sudden shrill cry outside the tent.

I ran out of the tent with a hard voice, and then the scene in front of me made me stunned for an instant, and even the pores of my body were leaking cold sweat.

In the mountains and forests in the distance, dozens of pairs of eyes, large and small, all came with a faint green light.

They move slowly, cowering in the darkness of the forest, but I don't have to guess that I know that I must have encountered wolves this time.

A disabled person is facing a pack of wolves, and this is obviously a situation with no chance of winning.

But I still had a bit of luck, and I wanted to rely on the bonfire, which had not yet been completely extinguished, to drive away these hungry wolves with green eyes glowing.

Although the wolf is afraid of fire, it can't stand it.

Seeing that the wolves were getting closer and closer, I simply lit up several tents nearby without hesitation, and in an instant, the sound of crackling and burning burned brightly lit up the entire woods.

"Damn, these wolves are waiting for me."

There was a burst of despair in my heart, and God seemed to be destined to leave me with a fate of many hardships and hardships, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't turn over.

Until his feet accidentally touched something in the grass, a gunshot instantly startled the approaching wolves.

The sound frightened me a lot, until I searched carefully and found a pistol hidden in the fallen leaves and grass.

The bullets in it were already full, as if someone had deliberately left me with a weapon.

Seeing that the wolves were frightened by the sound of gunfire, I simply took the gun in my hand and roared into the sky.

This time, the wolves were finally shaken back and scattered, and I sat down on the ground, sweating like I had been drained of my strength.

It took a while to suddenly react to whether this gun could have been accidentally left behind by the group of men in black.

The gunshots were heard so far away that they would have heard them if they were still in the nearby woods, or realized that someone was following them.

The suspicions sparked were far greater than the danger posed by the wolves, and I simply began to pack my bags and prepare to flee before dawn.

Thinking carefully about the road in the mountains and forests in the past few days, it seems that nothing too unusual has happened.

And the old man and the expedition he talked about were killed, most likely because they accidentally ate those poisonous mushrooms that glowed green at the edge.

That's why there are visions in front of you, seeing the so-called ruins of ancient countries.