The sun was shining brightly, and the dark atmosphere that had been lingering in the village was gradually evaporating into the air under the erosion of the scorching sun.

The surrounding environment is also quietly changing.

The thin body of the peddler stood under the dilapidated roof, waiting quietly.

There was not a sound in the air, and she almost fell asleep in this uncertain situation.

With a jerk of her body, she woke up for a moment, and saw the right hand that had supported her head to prevent her from falling, slowly withdrawing.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep, it's okay, there's me!" Rhodiola didn't feel embarrassed at all, so he naturally waved his hand at her, and then clenched his fist and hammered his heart twice, indicating that he was very reliable.

She Qing smiled at him, shook his head, and gently pressed his fingers on his temples to speed up his sleepiness.

Rhodiola didn't dislike the dust on the table, adjusted her sitting posture, supported her with one hand, and smiled like an idiot.

It seemed that it was noon, and the peddler suddenly turned to the two and said, "The festival in the village is about to begin, and the guests and the old man will go over to watch the ceremony."

The tone became emotionless again, as if the person who had eaten at the table before was not the one in front of him.

The man and woman with outstanding faces looked at each other silently, got up and followed the ghostly figure of the old man in red.

In the blink of an eye, he had regained his grip on the red paper stick, and he didn't know where he had hidden it before.

The peddler respectfully bowed his head to the mourning staff in his hand, reverently reciting something, even if he was so close, She Qing couldn't hear the other party's broken thoughts at all, so he could only wait patiently.

As if he had finished some kind of ritual, the old man raised the red mourning staff above his forehead with both hands, glanced at the two of them, and stepped out of the dark room with his feet raised.

After leaving the courtyard gate, She Qing raised her eyes and suddenly found that the scenery outside had been turned upside down, as if the world had changed.

As far as the eye can see, a huge pink canopy grows on the roof, and from a distance, it looks like a pink head has a mixed coat of brick and mud, and the air roots under its feet are like strong muscles shuttling around in the dirt, as if ready to break free from the ground and find freedom.

She Qing's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and her pupils were full of brilliant pink flowers. As if he was a little incredulous, his eyes wandered, but he found that the ordinary farmhouse he had just come out of had also become like that, and the trees had taken over the place.

The peddler was not affected in the slightest, looking unhurried, but his feet were moving rapidly. If Rhodiola hadn't secretly taken her away, she wouldn't have been able to keep up with the ghost's pace. For a while, I didn't have time to take care of the surrounding environment.

They walked for a while on the ground with lush roots, and the thin-soled embroidered shoes under Sheqing's feet were completely unable to withstand the ravages of the uneven ground.

The soles of her feet hurt, and she has never walked such a bad road since she was a child.

Rhodiola once pretended to be a woman, and her whole body was very carefully maintained. Seeing her frowning and looking at her feet, her pace was also a little hindered, knowing that the delicate and expensive little girl must be unbearable for such a grind, it was a good opportunity for him to perform.

Just as he was about to propose that he carry her over, a female voice of "ha-ha-haha" suddenly came from not far away, startling countless birds and birds in this strange environment.

Huhu la flew wildly, and disappeared in an instant.

Unlike other places, the birds flew into the sky in fright, observed that there was no movement, and then flew back.

What is not seen here is what is gone.

The peddler in front of him suddenly stopped, but not for the inexplicable laughter that suddenly sounded. He took a few steps to the left and right of his place, and with a "boom", a huge mountain of trees rose from the ground.

The steep black mountain wall is densely covered with vines like a silk net, and there are clusters of lilac flowers falling up close, and a sea of purple flowers from a distance.

At the foot of the mountain, the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village is close to the roots of the vines, and in the dozens of meters underground, which is invisible to everyone, their roots are entangled and devoured each other, competing for nutrients in the soil.

You have me, I have you.