At that moment, I suddenly had a feeling that I had been abandoned by the whole world.

In the strange and familiar forest paths, the hollow valley was silent, the grass grew vigorously in the dirt, the stubborn body leaned out, and from time to time the cries of birds came to my ears from afar, but the companions who were by my side a minute ago had all disappeared.

Is it a hallucination, or is it real? I turned around and went back, only to find that the body of Yang Jin in the forest had also disappeared.

I stopped at the edge of the woods, and for a moment I was in a trance, except for shouting out the names of my companions, and there were only bouts of panic and panic in my heart, which spread like a tide. However, I was not a hairy boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, and after a brief panic, I finally recognized the situation I was facing, and I had to face such a desperate situation seriously.

One man's war, one man's loneliness.

I held the knife in my right hand tightly and carefully walked towards where I had come. Since my debut, I have rarely encountered such a strange scene: when I return the same way, the scenery around me is very reasonable and not abrupt, but I always find that it is completely different from what I remember, as if my memory is constantly refreshed and my brain becomes chaotic. This terrifying experience is desperate because you don't know how to find the right way out and escape life.

I suddenly wondered, did Father Meng tell me about the missing people in Heizhugou in the bamboo forest at the head of the village, did they have the same mood as me when they were alive?

They were all turned into bones or dead bodies in the end, and I, will I be able to hold on until the day when I am found, or I find them?

At one point, I was depressed.

Then Duoduo jumped out of the locust wood sign on my chest, and the little girl stretched her waist and said uh, what a big fog!

It should be eight o'clock in the morning, but because of the fog, the whole space is damp and dark, so the flowers can come and go freely without being affected. As soon as I saw this pink and lovely little Lori, and her smile blooming like a delicate flower, all my discouragement was left behind, and I pulled her in the air, saying Duoduo, what do you see?

"Gas ......"

Duoduo told me: "A lot of qi is flowing, clumps and clumps, spinning, and then cutting the front place into pieces like a knife......" She blushed, stared at her eyes for a while, and said that her eyes were so sore, and her head hurt, and she couldn't read.

My heart moved, these so-called qi should be the flow of energy in the array, it seems to be creating a constant turbulence, opening up one after another origami space in this black bamboo ditch, forming a big labyrinth, allowing us to blindly turn around in countless scenes, and the last thing is - death!

The so-called spatial segmentation should not have an effect on living organisms, otherwise we might have been divided into pieces long ago.

It's just that how to solve this dilemma and escape from it? Or, what am I going to do to join them up?

In the array, the implications in the inside are inextricably linked, intricate, even if Duoduo can see the flow of "qi" in it, but with her little head, she can't grasp the changes, we can only move forward carefully step by step. I didn't dare to let Duoduo get too far away from me, for fear that this little girl would be naughty and out of my sight and lose it, so I pulled her tightly with my right hand and didn't dare to relax.

Duoduo's hands are very soft, and there is a trace of warmth in the cold, which is the characteristic of the ghost and demon physique, not like ordinary ghosts, ethereal, and cold to the bone, which makes people fearful.

The rain for the past two days was intermittent, so the ground was always a little muddy, so I dressed thickly, wrapped myself in a raincoat, and walked through the mountains and forests, shouting their names loudly.

The road through the mountains and forests is not easy to walk, because there are not many roads at all. I was tired from walking, and I had to be careful of falling, and I felt very mentally exhausted.

I don't know how long I walked, my legs were sore and swollen, I felt tired and thirsty, and my whole body was very heavy. Skirting a low thorn forest, several small trees with fruity bore appeared in front of me. These trees are about three or four meters tall, with dense branches, broad, thick leaves, jagged edges, sparse clusters of fruits, yellow spherical shapes, and the size of loquats.

As I approached, the plump fruit was within reach, and it was temptingly tight.

Although there was still some dry food in the backpack, I couldn't help but be tempted by hunger and thirst, and I couldn't think about why there were still so many fruits in December, so I picked a grain and peeled it off, the golden flesh exuded a charming aroma, the flesh was thick and tender, juicy and delicious, and it was very refreshing, so that I couldn't help but eat more than a dozen grains in a row, and felt that the gluttony in my stomach was slightly relieved, and I got a dozen fruits that could be picked on this tree and put them in the bag on my back. However, just as I was squatting on the ground to organize my backpack, a sudden alarm broke, and I didn't have time to think and threw myself in the direction of the side.

"Brush ......"

The sound of a knife breaking through the air exploded in my ears, and a sharp knife swung rapidly appeared where I was crouching, and then the knife swept towards me. I lay on the ground, too late to dodge, and threw the backpack in my hand towards the comer, only to see that the black hiking bag was cut open by the spinning blade and scattered all around. I, on the other hand, have already stood up.

The man who came was the monkey boy who attacked us in the woods yesterday, and he looked very angry, grinning his teeth, and did not speak to me, but rushed forward to cut people. I fought with him twice, and I felt that he was inferior to me, but his speed and understanding and proficiency in knives were far above mine, and if I really compared, I was afraid that I would hate him under his sharp knife.

But I've never eaten with swords or fists.

Just as the monkey child was running up the branches and trying to pounce in the air, the flowers were already climbing on his shoulders. The monkey child who was entangled in the flowers immediately felt that something was abnormal, and when he looked back, he couldn't see anything, but when he didn't pay attention, he felt like a thousand pounds on his body, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. I slammed into the knife in his right hand with my left foot, then reversed the back of the knife and struck him hard in the back of the head.

Yikes......

I don't know if I'm a novice, or if this guy's head is too hard, my blow didn't achieve the desired effect,

Instead of fainting, the monkey child kicked on all fours and opened his mouth to bite my left leg. His teeth were yellow, and they were all filled with accumulated tartar, probably because of eating raw food, so they stinked, so I knelt down and pressed my right leg knee against his chest, while Duoduo helped me grab the monkey child's left hand.

She even reached out and grabbed the monkey child's shaking nose.

Perhaps sensing the thinning of the air, the monkey child's dark face turned iron blue, then pale, and a pair of eyes were bloodshot and prominent, and his expression was hideous and terrifying. After a while, he began to suffocate, convulsing all over, his mouth wide open. Taking advantage of this weakest moment, I lifted the back of the knife again and slashed hard at the back of his head, finally knocking him unconscious.

I asked Duoduo to let go of his nose and mouth, and looked carefully at this monkey child who looked like an ordinary teenager.

His skin was rough, his face was a little vicious, his hands were thick with calluses, his body was covered in scabbed scars, and he had the mark of a blunt object hit on the top of his head, which he should have been injured by the stray hairy trail yesterday. Looking at him in a coma, I somehow thought of the street children I had seen on the streets of the South before, and looked at the same messy hair and muddy body, and suddenly I had a delusion.

However, he is not a normal human after all, his thinking is the same as Xiaoyang, he cannot communicate, he sees us as enemies, and he can take our lives without hesitation. And most importantly, the severed left arm of his uncle is due to this monkey child.

I still can't forget my uncle's depressed and sad expression in the temple of Yaran.

Looking at the monkey boy, I thought for a while, picked up the tattered backpack, pulled out a spare roll of climbing rope from it, and tied the guy's hands behind his back with the method that the trail handed to me, and after tying them firmly, I woke him up. As soon as the monkey boy woke up, he immediately struggled, but the rope technique taught to me by the miscellaneous hairy little Taoist became more and more constricted, and after the last moment, he stopped struggling and looked at me with a look of fear in his eyes.

I knew that he was not afraid of me, but an invisible flower.

He was confident that he could kill me, but he failed inexplicably, and that mysterious strength was what scared him.

I asked him a few words, but he didn't respond, and when I slapped him with the back of my knife, I made another "whoop" sound similar to that of a monkey. I finally gave up communication with him, pulled him to his feet with a rope, and then struggled to tie my backpack and let him carry me with me—to be able to move up and down the ditch with ease, and perhaps he would be able to see through the maze.

After my constant education, the monkey boy finally understood what I meant, and he walked reluctantly through the woods, while I followed like the owner of a dog. At first, the monkey boy walked very slowly, and was a little uncomfortable with his hands tied behind his back, but after a while through the woods, he walked faster and faster, and I needed to run hard to catch up.

After another twenty minutes of walking through the mountains and forests, the white mist was sometimes thick and sometimes faint, and so on for another twenty minutes we came to the top of a small hill, when suddenly he stopped and looked back at me. I stepped forward, and through the dense woods, I saw a dilapidated wooden building standing alone in front of a river beach below the hillside.