The village witch had told Kabore's mother-in-law that when the boy she had adopted had reached the age of eight, the day before the day of the holy day, he should be allowed to climb to the top of the hill at the back of the village, pick some winter bamboos, and plant them in the mound in front of the door. This is the custom of Roland Village, and it is something that every child in the village has to do, and the other elders have no objection to this.

Despite his reluctance, Kabore got up early the day before the day before the Holy Day and set foot on the "Red Clay Mountain" alone to begin his journey in search of bamboo, but since he can remember, he has been the only one who has gone up the mountain every year. "Red Clay Mountain" is the nickname that Kabore himself gave to the back mountain.

In Kabore's memory, the appearance of the village witch was too vague, and he couldn't even remember the other party's name, only that many times, some of the languages conveyed by the adults were always named after this guy.

The remains of various winter bamboos lay lying next to him, and Kabore frowned and looked at them, but none of them could satisfy him. According to the "custom" demanded by someone, he must find the "loot" that is older than before. He thought to himself with annoyance that if he hadn't been too demanding in the past, it seems that he would not have encountered such a troublesome thing today.

At this point, Kabore finally remembered the name of the village witch - Lide King.

As long as you have something to do with this guy, it doesn't seem like there's anything simple. He looked up and watched the sky through the dense jungle, and there was no more color to see than an endless haze. It's just that Kabore has long been accustomed to this scene, but his attention is in a more detailed place, in the sky, groups of gray dots are moving rapidly.

"Oh no, the crows have returned. "Kabore was a little anxious, the crows were always out early in the morning, and their habits were always regular. In that unseen direction, he thought to himself, everyone in the village must have noticed.

The village witch Li De Jin also has an explanation - "Be sure to come back before dark!"

The boy's mood became a little impatient, and he looked helplessly at the short blade in his hand, which was the only tool he had to carry out the great cause of cutting.

"It's okay to give me a normal axe. The silhouette of the crows in the air began to become somewhat clear, and in Kabore's ears, he could faintly hear the chirping of birds, large and small, and he seemed to be able to accept what was inside.

"Kabore, don't go near that Grey Feather Forest anyway, it's too early for you!"

Kabore remembered his mother-in-law's warning, but he couldn't think twice about it for the moment, and he strode firmly into the depths of the jungle where the crows flew, pondering the conversation of the gray creatures with ominous signs.

All this can only be attributed to the loneliness of Kabore, in the village, only Kabore seems to have a new winter bamboo in front of his house every year, and now there are as many as 7 bunches.

With a wave of two blade flowers, the long limbs of the thick winter bamboo fell to the ground, and Kabore glanced at the cutting surface, and the number of annual rings on it was quietly memorized, and at the same time, he sighed.

"Not enough, it doesn't look deep enough here. He thinks that this is the most troublesome method, and it is a stupid way to do it, because Dongzhu can't determine its true age in terms of appearance, and can only rely on the most essential laps as a definition of its true interior.

Kabore instinctively avoided the fallen leaves on the ground, for they always made an annoying "sprinkling" sound, and he had no way of knowing what existed in the depths of the Grey Feather Forest, for the elders would never talk about it in front of him. He didn't think it was a good place, after all, on his way up the mountain, there were already many "natives" in ambush.

It's just that the fellows are now motionless corpses, waiting for him to take with him on his way back to the village blacksmith, Uncle Balkin, who is quite unprofessional, and the only blacksmith shop in the village is closed all year round, and few people know exactly where he is, but at least, Kabore always keeps the game he hunts at his door.

Later, Uncle Barkin would turn the game into tender and delicious dishes in the evening and deliver them to Kabore's home. However, it was only when the mother-in-law tasted the delicacy that she gave Uncle Barkin a good look.

Putting aside the anachronistic distractions in his mind, the road ahead of Kabore is getting harder and harder. Rather than a "road", it is better to call it a "temporary passage", after all, not many people have walked it before. As far as the eye can see, the leaves have carpeted the gap between the jungles into a yellow-green carpet, making it impossible for Kabore to find a place to stay.

He looked at the gray crows hovering in the air in front of him with some envy, these races that can fly freely, naturally do not need to be bothered by the "world" in front of them.

Quietly on his guard, Kabore pressed his body against the trunk of a tree beside him, and relaxed his breathing, trying to suppress his inner restlessness a little, and he remembered the previous hunter, Uncle Barkin, who had told him, "Always be in the most sane state, and don't let your emotions control your body." ”

He looked around, and the winter bamboo in front of him was close to last year's results in terms of thickness, so in the depths of the dense forest, there must be his own goal. Soon, he looked ahead.

Strange startles. The crows hovering in the air suddenly let out a terrible cry from the depths of the jungle.

Kabore looked up and looked at the place where the sound had come from, and the crows sped up their flight and swooped up to the top of the jungle, but there was no more thunder pool, and they were only about 10 meters away from the nest.

He hurriedly held his breath, and after retracting his gaze, he looked out of the sky again, and the gray crow was not facing his position, but constantly vigilant in one direction.

A place that could not be seen from his position.

Kabore frantically digs into his memory about the Forest, only to find that there is nothing but his mother-in-law's warning. He felt his scalp tingle for a while, and he was a little confused as he turned from hunter to prey.

He looked back at the location he had come from, and the mark he had made casually was long gone, and the remnants of the winter bamboo that had been cut down by himself had disappeared as if it had never appeared.

Subconsciously, the cry of the sky above his head became smaller and smaller, Kabore hurriedly raised his head, the dense winter bamboo leaves seemed to suddenly grow wildly, isolating the sky above his head, and on the ground at his feet, the yellow-green carpet also started its own performance in a faint way, Kabore observed carefully, the fallen leaves were shaking gently, this was not an active act, more like being brought about by the shock from the ground.

The originally red soil grew more vivid in Kabore's eyes, and slowly, a little liquid seeped out of the ground, making the land appear fresher and bloodier.

The touch under his feet began to become a little soft, and Kabore lifted his toes and gently tapped them on the floor in front of him, and he was surprised to find that his toes sank easily, as if the originally thick earth had suddenly turned into a blood-red swamp!

Kabore hurriedly turned over and climbed onto the winter bamboo he was leaning on, from the other party's cold and generous tree trunk, with a hard-won sense of security, at this time, he finally knew that the reason for the shaking of the fallen leaves on the ground was because of the "blood water" that seeped out, which was tumbling, with a slight ripple, making them into leaves and leaves.

It was not Kabore's way to sit still, and the young hunter immediately set out to climb and jump through the dense woods, stabbing the short blades of his hands at all times, and firmly anchoring his mobile form above the blood-colored swamp.

The thick soil underneath had vanished, turning into a liquid body of bubbles.

The boy did not know where these bubbles came from underground, and he was not in the slightest mood to explore this seemingly dangerous place—beside him, a branch that he had broken fell before his eyes, and then melted into nothingness in the cluster of blood.

Surprisingly, the bamboos remained in their original shape, firmly and firmly rooted in the earth, which was the only place where Kabore felt comforted.

The young hunter's sense of smell told him that he didn't think the danger was limited to that, that such an environment seemed to be just a prelude, but he didn't know what would happen afterward. Now, there is only one reason left for Kabore to move forward – persistence.

Faced with such a scene, even the nervous Kabore couldn't help but smile bitterly. The leaves of the trees swayed in the forest, and it was a breeze from the inside out, which not only drove the branches above, but also tossed the fallen leaves below, revealing hidden "treasures".

It was a white skeleton with a cold glow, and in terms of appearance, some could be said and some were unknown to the young hunters.

There was a chill in the breeze, and there was a familiar smell for hunters—the smell of blood.

Cabore sensed the discomfort of his smell as he continued on his way, and as he went, the strange wind grew manic, as if it were driving away uninvited guests from the forest, violently shaking the trees to shake everything off the trees.

In the panic, the young man could only hold on to Dongzhu's torso and hold on to it, not only did he plunge two short blades deep into the depths under Dongzhu, but he hooked them with his feet and put them on top of him. At the same time, Kabore opened his mouth and bit the raised snail marks on the tree, like an octopus, using everything possible to fix himself on the thick winter bamboo.

At this time, the wind began to weaken, but the fierce hostility reached the ears of the young hunter in the light wind.

Kabore's hearing was not affected by the wind, and the contents of it were conveyed to his consciousness with unmistakable accuracy.

Sen Ran's resentment seemed to come out of the depths of the forest, and the meaning was firm and clear.

"Get out, human!"