"Tick", "Tick", "Tick......

In a dark, damp, somewhat narrow space, the air circulation is not smooth, and there is no sound except for the sound of water droplets, and the silence is very oppressive.

Drops of clear water slid over the moss-covered boulders and dripped into the stone pans of the ground. The stone plate is irregular, skull-sized, concave in the middle, and about a foot deep. A straight white bone is inserted in the center of the stone plate, and nine horizontal lines are carved on it, dividing the depth into ten parts, as if to measure the amount of water.

At this moment, the water had already covered most of the bones, and it was very short from the last horizontal line.

On the side of the stone plate, on the moss-covered stones, there is a small tree with a strange shape. I saw that it was about a foot long, dark blue throughout, and the trunk appeared very thick, and the surface was as dry and rough as old bark. The crown at the top of the trunk was smooth, covered with a layer of green blades of grass, like a green hat. Its base is split into two branches, like human feet, clinging to the surface of the rock, and it looks as if it is rooted in the rock.

After half a sound, the strange little tree shook violently, and the main trunk twisted, and a thumb-thick branch separated from each side, slowly stretching upward. The front of the trunk, which was originally rough, has also changed, revealing a small hole in the lower direction, which gradually expands and becomes rounded, almost the same width as the trunk. Above, the rough bark has shrunk up, revealing two symmetrical and crystalline beads, which blink a few times, and are very agile.

If you look closely, Xiaoshu looks like a child who has just woken up, stretching his waist, and his sleepy eyes are hazy.

The strangely shaped little tree turned out to be a humanoid dryad!

'Babble', 'babble', the little dryad squinted his eyes, looked around, and made a murmuring sound from his mouth. As soon as he turned his head and saw that the water in the stone plate was about to be full, his eyes widened, and his mouth "chirped" a few times, and then he opened his mouth suddenly, and a tender green 'long tongue' like a weeping willow branch flew out of its mouth, and before he could see the trajectory of movement, it disappeared into the water.

The little dryad then leaned back, held his breath and inhaled hard, only to see that a stream of water flowed down the hollow 'long tongue' into his mouth, and swallowed 'goo-dong' and 'goo-dong'. Then, he wiped his mouth with his chubby-looking right arm, leaped forward, and landed firmly on the ground.

Immediately, the sound of 'crunch' and 'crunch' came, and looking towards the ground, I couldn't help but make my scalp tingle. I saw that the ground was covered with layers of white bones, which had become very crispy under the erosion of the wind and water. The little dryad stepped on it, and the bones shattered.

The little dryad walked around a stone coil several times as tall as it with his arms behind his back, and from time to time he looked into the dark depths, as if waiting for something.

This space is a narrow rift, about several feet wide, and the cliff wall is steep and steep.

When I looked up, I saw that the dead trees the thickness of buckets and almost decayed stood vertically on the cliff wall, crisscrossing and crisscrossing the entire rift, almost blocking the entire rift, and there was no light in the sky.

The dead tree is surrounded by a faint green light, presumably covered with some kind of insect that can emit light. Looking at it from a distance, it makes people feel an indescribable weirdness.

The entire rift valley runs east-west, unfathomable, and I don't know how many miles it stretches. On weekdays, the sun is difficult to shine into, and the damp moss is everywhere, and the only light comes from the green light overhead.

Hundreds of zhang away on the west side of the canyon, a man with uncovered clothes, long and messy hair, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, holding a long torch in his right hand, looking at the figure of this person, it should be a young man. Under his seat, he rode a pale white leather ball nearly a foot long, narrow at two ends and wide in the middle, hanging in the air, a few feet above the ground.

It is said to be a leather ball, but there are some sparse fine hairs on its surface. The rear end of the 'ball' slowly deflats and floats forward as a driving force.

The torch in the man's hand was nearly a foot long, and the top was wrapped in a strip of cloth impregnated with some kind of animal oil. He pointed the flames at the ground, swaying from side to side, mouthing and shouting 'roar', as if urging something.

Looking at the ground, you can't help but make your scalp tingle. I saw that the ground was densely packed with rat-like creatures, the size of a fist, the fur was shiny brown, the belly and head were round, there were no ears, and there was no tail, and the appearance was strange, which was very rare.

As soon as the torch in the man's hand approached, a group of rat-like creatures rushed forward, like a tide, layer upon layer.

After about half an hour, the water in the stone trough stopped steadily on the last scale.

The little dryad's eyes widened suddenly, turned to face the west, took a deep breath, and raised his head and roared, 'Babble~ah!'. The deafening shout pierced through the void and spread far away. It's hard to imagine that a little dryad who looks so cute can have such great energy.

The little dryad coughed his throat, he was already a little hoarse, and it was extremely difficult to think of this long howl.

As soon as the long whistling sound dissipated, high in the sky, on the cliff wall at the end that was difficult to observe, there was a sound of 'rustling', as if some other unknown creatures were stunned by this sudden whistle and fell down.

Through the gaps between the dead trees, I saw many strange red birds falling from the sky above, and they were about to hit the thick trunks of the trees in a few moments. The little dryad looked up and shook its body, and the green blades of grass that were less than an inch long on the top of its head actually stood upright, swinging from side to side. He raised his arms high, and his mouth made a sound of 'babbling' and 'babbling', and he looked very happy. He ran left and right, as if trying to catch the fastest bird.

But at the moment when the strange bird was about to touch the trunk of the dead tree, the dead tree, which was originally motionless, writhed violently, and the upper end of the trunk cracked directly, forming a hollow bloody mouth, swallowing the strange bird several feet long into its mouth.

The light that covered the body of the dead tree spread out in all directions, forming points of light. Then, the bloodthirsty dead tree revealed its own color, like a little dryad, all dark blue, but it was less crystalline and more intense. In fact, if you look closely, the shape of the many dead trees on the cliff wall is very similar to the little dryad on the ground. It's just that they are almost as tall as adults, the thickness of a barrel, and much larger than the little dryad. In addition, it seems that they are not able to break away from the rocks and move freely like the little dryad, nor are they as agile as the little dryad. As a result, it is difficult to determine if the weird dead tree is the same creature as the baby dryad.

In an instant, the points of light condensed together, forming a green flame, which flew quickly, surrounding the fallen strange bird, and hanging in mid-air. After a moment, the green flames dispersed again, and the original red strange bird was gone, but some fragments of white bones were scattered one after another.

These strange birds have long since fainted, and in the future, they will not have time to let out a little scream, and they will end up with no flesh and blood.

At this moment, the deep rift, like purgatory, rained down from white broken bones, which made people's hearts palpitate.

In the face of these scenes, the little dryad was accustomed to it, and after a period of snatching, countless strange birds were mostly devoured by the dead trees that came to life and the flames of the secluded forest, and only three or two fell to the ground. The little dryad clapped its arms, deftly dodging the large bones that fell, shouting 'babbling' and 'babbling', and running to pick up the strange birds.

The little dryad grabbed the wings of the strange bird, which was much larger than his size, carried it to his back, and dragged it to the stone plate, panting for breath. With the branch of his left arm in his mouth, he stared at the strange bird with appetite.

The strange bird has a dark red body, no feathers, and a somewhat bloated body, but the beak is slender.

At the moment when the little dryad roared, the man with the torch turned his head suddenly. His eyes widened, revealing large whites of his eyes.

"Ball, turn!" the man said, patting the 'ball' under the seat.

I don't know what kind of creature it is, I don't know if it's alive, but it seems to be very spiritual and can understand human speech. As soon as he received the order, he immediately held his breath at the back end, and then exhaled quickly at the front end, much faster than the previous exhalation, and the long leather ball gradually became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and flew quickly towards the direction where the little tree demon was.

The man tilted his head and pulled his dirty hair back to reveal his angular cheeks. Although there are some stains on the face, it can be faintly seen that it is the appearance of a young man.

"I've been preparing for so long, whether I can escape from this place or not, it's up to me here. The man took a deep breath and looked a little nervous. He looked at the gloomy and bitter environment around him, remembered countless days and nights of miserable circumstances, lost his mind for a while, his brows immediately furrowed, and his expression became resolute.

"I will get out of this ban, find out the ins and outs, and let my captives be wiped out! Whoever it is, I will do it!" he shouted in a deep voice as he raised his torch to the sky. Thinking about it, this young man who looked like he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and somehow he was imprisoned in this gloomy and terrifying environment.

The ball under the boy seemed to sense his mood swings, and it made a 'squeak' sound, and flew faster.

Seeing the firelight disappear, the rat-like creatures stopped one after another, changed directions, and moved slowly in the direction of the man's retreat......

The boy was also ambitious, and although he somehow found himself in such a strange place, he survived, and vowed to escape from this place and find out everything.

This kind of mind is indeed not possessed by ordinary people!

It's just that he seems to have nothing else to grow, how to soar into the sky, how to avoid the devouring of the dead trees crisscrossing the cliff wall, how to escape the sucking of dense strange flying insects, how to avoid the sharp pecking of strange birds with long beaks......

In the endless valley, the cliff face is full of dangers, and I don't know how many cold-blooded and cruel creatures are waiting to devour him......