The situation was rather strange, so I took Liqing's lighter out of my pocket and held it in the palm of my hand, while opening my inner eye where I could see more visions. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, I also brought the dagger that Liqing gave me, and now it is in my pants pocket, and, after a period of fumbling, I have also mastered the method of summoning a bow and arrow at any time. But after all, this area is a private house, and it is always a very strange thing to hold a dagger or bow and arrow in your hand.

I mustered myself in good spirits, cautiously, and prepared to act at the opportune moment.

When I opened my inner eye, I could see wisps of life energy flowing between the branches of the giant tree. Those energies are like thin silver threads, and like flowing water that never stops.

However, most of the energy flow that was supposed to be pure silver was swallowed and drowned by a strange black qi, and that black qi was still spreading inside the trunk, and everywhere it went, the flow of life energy became slow and weak.

The tree had been corroded by something weird, and it seemed to be dying.

With a lighter in my hand, I watched my surroundings alertly, slowly approaching the courtyard where the giant tree was. The courtyard was not closed, so little by little I approached the yellowing pentagonal maple.

The roots of the tree were completely different from what I had dreamed of, they were completely buried deep in the ground, and only the main trunk could be seen above the surface, and the roots were not visible at all. Even under the tree, a circular pond was made with stones to protect the roots of the tree.

So, it's not a magical tree with wriggling roots, as I saw in my dreams. I couldn't feel the movement of the roots of the tree when I looked with my inner eye, only the dying tree standing there quietly and desperately.

When I saw the tree, I no longer doubted the reality of the dream, and now all I was concerned about was who was asking me for help.

I looked at the tree from a closer look, and finally noticed that near the root of the tree, there was a small black imprint, as if it had been scorched by something, but if I looked closely, it had strange shapes and patterns. The black qi that eroded the entire tree seemed to spread out from this black mark, and from this black mark, there were two very thin and faint black gases that were almost invisible, like two thin black lines, emitting outward, fluttering, and extending to the house surface of the courtyard.

I cautiously leaned in the direction of the two thin black lines. The house is a detached old bungalow with two black-lacquered wooden doors closed with faded couplets pasted to them. Such buildings are currently only found on the outskirts of the city, and they should be the subject of demolition in the future.

The black gas that came out of the black mark of the tree led through this door all the way to the house.

I made up my mind and stretched out my hand to knock on the door, but suddenly I heard a voice say to me: "Shining, you are too nervous now, you must be calm, no matter what you see for a while, don't act rashly." Calm judgment is a lesson you have to learn, otherwise, you may regret it. ”

I was startled because the voice came directly from within my consciousness, belonging to the "mysterious man" who had been silent for a long time.

"It's you!" I exclaimed in surprise, "What the hell is going on?" I just had a dream......"

The mystery man interrupted me.

"Yes, Shining, I know that. Now, let's go inside, because time is limited, and it's too late to explain. ”

Although his words were vague, he still gave me a reassurance.

Even if I don't know what he is, he has never been unreliable for so long.

And there's always a feeling that with him, it's as if anything can be overcome.

I took a deep breath and knocked softly on the black wooden door.

To my surprise, someone inside answered.

"Who? Please come in......"

It was a man's voice, low, hoarse, and weak, with a hissing phlegm in his throat, like a dying old man who was about to run out of oil.

I silently reminded myself that whatever I saw for a while, I had to be calm. I recited this admonition three times in my heart before I reached out and gently pushed the door open.

When everything in the room was unfolded in front of me, even though I had fully carried out psychological construction, I was still shocked into a cold sweat.

The two black gases emitted from the ancient tree were so thin and shallow from the courtyard that it was easy to miss if you didn't look closely, but when they entered the house, they turned into thick ink, shrouding the entire hut in a deep black mist.

The light in the room was dim, and there was a window, but the window seemed to work. The black fog obscured the light, and it was still a bright early summer afternoon outside, but inside it seemed to be dusk.

The black mist had a foul smell that was almost suffocating, and made me feel the urge to escape the room. However, when I entered the room, the wooden door creaked and automatically closed behind me, locking me in the dark room.

I could see clearly that the room was not empty, there were two people in the room besides me, and my senses automatically told me that these two were not strange beings, but two ordinary humans.

In the corner of the room, there was a wooden bed, on which lay a man, while the other sat on an old wooden chair beside the bed, hunched over, with his head bowed, looking supposing and fragile.

The one who was sitting, judging from his posture and gray hair, should have been an old man, and the answer to the door just now should have come from his mouth.

And the one lying on the bed, I looked at it carefully, and I couldn't help but be startled - the thin figure covered with a small quilt was not the little girl who called for help to me in my dream?

At this moment, the little girl closed her eyes, her face was pale, her lips were chapped and bloodless, and she was obviously unconscious. She was not wearing a floral dress, and her soft hair was not combed into two pigtails, but was scattered, tangled in a mess on the pillow, and attached to her face, but looking closely at her eyebrows and features, it was definitely the little girl in my dreams.

Because that dream was so real, her appearance in the dream is still vividly engraved in my mind until now.

The old man didn't get up, but turned his head slightly in my direction and asked in a weak voice, "Who are you?" ”

It can be seen that his spirit is already in a bit of a trance, and the whole person looks like a candle that will be blown out by the wind at any time.

The frightening feeling I felt when I stepped into the house didn't really come from the two sick humans and the astonishing fact that it was the little girl of my dreams lying on the bed. What struck me was that there had already been a change in the bodies of these two humans, and this small room had been controlled by something extremely evil and dangerous.