After removing the rattan shield, I thought that the white light that shot out before would be the exit of the woods, but I didn't expect to arrive at a pond, and in the center of the pond was a white stone statue, carved with a graceful girl, her eyes down, praying, this posture seemed to be as quiet as water, indifferent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It looks fascinating, and I was fascinated by it for a while, but the longer I looked at it, the longer I stayed by the pond, and the more I started to feel dizzy, and it really didn't feel good.

At this time, I wanted to leave here, but a few green slugs suddenly appeared under the dead leaves next to the pond, and I was startled, and quickly picked up my spear and took aim.

Bang bang bang.

The bullet blew up a few slugs on the mud floor in an instant, and some of the scarlet blood that accompanied it splattered everywhere around, some of it on the stone statue.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Suddenly cracks began to appear on the statue.

My mouth opened unconsciously wide.

There were more and more cracks in an instant.

The surface of the acid-corroded stone slowly cracks in less than half a minute.

cough cough cough,

Bang.

The skin of the stone was completely cracked open and there was a popping sound.

Fragments of the outer skin of the stone poured into the river, and the frog next to it jumped into the pond with a thud.

And the sight in front of me made my mouth open wide.

There was a female corpse with long pointed ears and dark blue skin standing on the round stone in front of me, exposed to the air for less than a few seconds, and the water with a layer of yellow fishy smell on her body flowed into the pond, and her body, which was still a little plump and plump, fell stiffly in front of me for a while.

Bang, bang.

I ducked back quickly, so that the water that I had fallen down did not splash on me.

After a few seconds, I closed my mouth in a little surprise, but at this point my pupils began to dilate, my eyes began to moisten, and my head began to ache.

I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu at this time, and I panicked in my heart.

Memories go back to a month ago.

Early that morning, in front of the desert island cabin, Bai and I came to the square stone slab that we had seen in the early morning of the previous day.

When I got to the shoal, I looked closely at the square stone slab, and suddenly I saw that it was a sea grave, buried on the beach at low tide.

But it's just a few tombstones.

At this moment, Baihao, who had always had a premonition that something was wrong, reminded me not to go near the slate, but I didn't listen.

Suddenly, after looking at the slate and getting an idea, I turned my face to Hundred, trying to tell her what I had found and what I was thinking.

But it frightened me so much that I was in it for a while.

I looked into Hundred's face.

Blue skin, slightly larger than before, sharp teeth, and long pointed ears.

I was going crazy and panicking.

And after a while, when I opened my eyes again, the number 100 was still the same number, and I was still the same self, and I was still the same person, and I was in a cold sweat.

And when he went back, Bai Hao also complained that he had said that he had a bad premonition and should not approach.

And a month later, on the other side of the canyon, tree stumps twist an open-air pond in the woods.

A statue of a rock on a round stone block in the center of the pond has cracked open after being corroded by acid, and the outer rock fragments have fallen into the pond.

And I was just as surprised, as frightened as before.

So much so that I couldn't control myself and opened my mouth wide in disbelief.

The blue-skinned person I saw in front of me was almost exactly the same as the blue-skinned person I was a month ago, with basically the same body shape and characteristics.

At this time, I was as unsure as I had been in the sand.

After a few searches.

Suddenly, two paws on my shoulders grabbed me.

At this time, the mood was even more frightened.

I shouted, who is it?

When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was a crow that had just flown past me and was perched on my shoulder.

At this point, I was a little annoyed, and I picked up the gun and fired three shots in a row.

Bang, bang, bang.

The third shot hit the crow flying into the sky.

For a moment it fell into the pond with a thud, and then it was half-floating crookedly.

I thought something had grabbed it, or that the blue man had suddenly jumped up and attacked me.

It seems that I am thinking too much.

And what I just saw in front of me, I don't have that much time to study and think about it for the time being.

The brain was just a mess, it was like a nightmare, incredible, incredible.

As I put the gun on my shoulder, I faintly heard a faint shouting from outside the pond.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The sound was extremely weak, but it could be judged that it was a human voice, and due to the estimated distance, I couldn't hear what it was calling, but I was still very excited at this time.

One, one.

As the sound got closer, I listened very carefully, putting my hands on my ears so that I could more than double the volume of my listening.

It was the voice of the hundred, it was the hundred trumpet calling me, and I was so happy that I cried.

Two lines of tears flowed down unconsciously.

Desperate, he ran frantically towards the place where the sound was near.

I kicked the branches and slugs along the way, and the slightest obstacle could not delay even half a second.

Hundred, hundred, I barked wildly, running around like a flying submachine gun or a mad wolfhound.

Because three shots had just been fired, and it was a very good open-air terrain, the gunshots might have been heard by the hundreds, who were getting lost and looking for me, and were constantly approaching the pond.

And I kept running like crazy, crossing the pond, breaking the twisted branches in front of me with my shoulder.

We kept calling each other names.

After running some distance, I thought I was closer to the hundred, but it almost made me cry out loud.

It was a cry of pain that bordered on despair, something that simply couldn't have happened.

I was terrified, clutching my scalp and kicking my feet on the ground.

This can't be, this can't be, I looked around with tears in my eyes.

Through the hazy eyes of tears, there is a grave, surrounded by tree stumps, tree trunks, and leaves huddled together.

And this grave tombstone is where I left just now.

How is it possible, how did you run here again?

Could it be that this disorienting woods can make people unconsciously go around in circles?

Slowly, the sky became darker at this time, and flocks of crows flying in the sky slowly landed on the branches.

If you don't find the 100 before dark, and you don't get out of this wood, the consequences will be more serious.

After a few minutes, the shouting of the hundred had long since disappeared, and I was still in the same place.

If I go back to this place once I go, I'm worried about whether I'll be spun around by death, and I'll never be able to get out of this wood, and I'll never find the hundred.

At this moment, one flew down from the branch and landed on the tombstone, its eyes fixed on me, ahh

What to do? I covered my face, wiped away my tears, calmed myself down, everything was so unusual, and I needed to think of a way to find a snack and find Hundred, to free myself from this wood.