I was a little scared of my recklessness, why was I always so impulsive? After going through so much, it's time to grow, am I really like the primary school homeroom teacher scolding me, I'm just a Madaha?

Exercise! I scolded dryly, can Ma Daha survive until now?

Gabba gabba, quenching my thirst, I climbed up the collapsed stone building, which was relatively high, and I thought the bearded ones should find me soon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After waiting for a long time, not only did the upside-down brother not appear, but even the beard and they didn't move, I was a little panicked, and yelled twice, in the dead silence of the withered jungle, my voice sounded extremely abrupt, distorted and weird.

There was no sound, and before I knew it, I was the only one left in the whole world.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, quickly picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction of the wind-eroded mountain, and in an instant cold sweat broke out again.

The edge of the withered poplar forest reaches to the sky, and there are no wind-eroded mountains, only a dusk horizon, as yellow as the eve of an approaching sandstorm.

What about the Wind Eclipse Mountain? Gone! How is this possible? This withered jungle is relatively low, surrounded by the Gobi Desert, and the abrupt wind-eroded mountains can be seen at a glance, but now they seem to have disappeared into thin air, with only an endless stream of withered dead trees.

"Beard!" I was really anxious at this moment: "If you don't bring such fun, where are you?" ”

The dry throat made my voice very unpleasant, like a broken gong, and the tearing of my vocal cords made me cough violently, and I held back myself, climbed a tall dead tree and screamed, until my voice was completely hoarse and could not make a sound.

I collapsed weakly on the branches, looking at the dusk sky, feeling a sense of despair that I had never felt before. The thrill of controlling variables before made me feel a little sick.

It was getting dark, and I knew the damn voices were going to be there again, and even worse was the temperature, no, I couldn't stay here.

The desire to survive shook my spirits, and I looked at the time and thought about what to do next, first of all, to live, although there was no food, it was a big deal to gnaw on the bark, and the water was the most headache for me, and this temperature would keep me from tomorrow morning, unless I could find a cool place.

Cool place! I suddenly remembered that there was indeed such a place in this forest, one was an underground drainage system, but I found it by mistake at the time, and in my current situation, it was obviously not suitable to spend energy to find it, not to mention that there were leeches in those underground tunnels, and my chances of surviving entering there were smaller. In addition, there is another place, which is the stone house where I found the dried corpse, and I always feel uncomfortable when I think of the notes that he wrote before his death, but in order to survive, those don't matter anymore.

I took a breath of hot air, gritted my teeth and stood up against the trunk of the tree, and looked around again with my binoculars, hoping to find the stone house.

God smiled at me at last, and I saw the stone house wrapped in withered vines, only two or three kilometers away from here, and it seemed that I had been walking in circles in the woods that night, and this stone house was not far from here.

After looking at the sun that was about to set in the west, and basically determining the direction of the stone house, I jumped off the tree and quickly walked towards the stone house.

Half an hour later, I was outside the stone house, and it was already completely dark.

I turned on my flashlight and shone through the cracks in the vines into the stone house, and finally mustered up the courage to get inside.

The cool air lifted my spirits, and I looked around the corner, and although I knew that there was a dried corpse there, and accepted that the dry corpse was written in exactly the same style as mine, I couldn't help but feel my heart beat wildly.

But this look couldn't help but make me stunned for a moment, the stone house was empty, and there was nothing.

Damn, where's the corpse? My scalp is a little numb all of a sudden, I won't get up and go out for a square dance and haven't come back, right?

Isn't this the stone house I found that day? Thinking about it, I looked around carefully, I had been here for a few hours, and I was pretty sure that this was the place.

But why is the dried corpse gone? My nerves were stretched to the limit, my mind was spinning, and after considering all possibilities, I suddenly realized something, and hurriedly ran outside, looking at all the trees around me, and found no arrow marks left by the dried corpse.

I went back to the stone house again, and the cool environment calmed me down, how could this be? Isn't it the same time and space, where everything has changed? Or is the time and space inverted too far back, and that person hasn't been here yet?

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