I waited for a long time, but no one answered. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Xuan closed his eyes and found that there was no sign of life around him, he gently pushed the door, a little frustrated, and wanted to leave, but he only heard a 'babbling', and the wooden door opened a crack.

It seemed that the man had gone, he thought to himself, but his eyes stayed in the crack in the door.

Peering into other people's homes is not something that a decent gentleman should do, but although Wang Xuan claims to be a gentleman, he is not confined to these details.

He pushed the wooden door hard, only to see beams of sunlight shining through the gap into the small space, revealing the dimly lit room.

A table was in the middle, a little old, with a few notched teacups on it, and a complete kettle, but it was covered in a mess of cobwebs, and it looked very dilapidated.

The white cobwebs obscured his vision, and he took another step, and the whole person entered the grass hut.

The door was gently closed by him, and it seemed to close by himself, but he didn't care, for in front of him there was an open room.

The grass on the grass house must be the densest in this room, because there is no sunlight in this house, and what makes Wang Xuan even more strange is that he can't see through what is going on in this house with his eyesight.

The air was quiet, and time seemed to stand still, as if as long as he didn't move, time would be frozen forever in this moment.

I don't know if it was the appearance of Wang Xuan that disturbed its quietness, or whether its existence alarmed Wang Xuan's agility.

In this space, where there was no sound, suddenly a sharp voice came from behind him.

With a "click", the long-tested beam was finally overwhelmed, and broke into two pieces from the middle, fortunately, its break did not cause the collapse of the grass house, just because it was the most inconspicuous and useless of the five beams.

Maybe it's because it's being ignored and complaining, or maybe it's really weak, and it's time to run out of oil.

However, this movement made Wang Xuan have the idea of quitting.

Huangliang is a dream, and now he doesn't even have a beam, is his dream a success or not?

After all, he couldn't resist the drive of curiosity, and the only room was his obsession, if he didn't find out, he was afraid that he would have trouble sleeping.

With the thought of retreating, his steps became extremely fast, and he had already made up his mind that after a quick visit, he would definitely leave and never stay for half a moment.

The impenetrable room was in front of him, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that the air in front of him was like a cloud in the sky, and it was empty when he looked at it, so he leaned out without hesitation, and the whole person disappeared into the air.

If there is a person watching from the side, they will naturally find that Wang Xuan disappeared into the air, and from the moment he leaned out of his body, his body was disappearing little by little.

The thatched hut was instantly pitch black, encompassing everything except the room, and the broken beam lay lonely and broken on the ground, as if crying and complaining.

Human beings cannot feel the pain of inanimate things, because all feelings must stand on the same position in order to be said to be empathetic.

The eyes slowly opened, there was no expected light, and the Wang Xuan after opening the eyes was the same as the Wang Xuan with the eyes closed, because their vision was also pitch black.

The infinite black, deep black, thick black, pitch black, smeared the place with a black light, a light of fear.

In the silent world, several killing breaths suddenly exploded, brutal and boundless, a hideous bloodthirsty taste, and even more the instinct of a meat eater!

Wang chose a sideways turn, and although he couldn't see anything, his senses were extremely sensitive.

A figure passed by him dangerously, and it was only a moment of staggering, but Wang Xuan could smell a thick rancid smell.

At about the same moment, another shadow rushed towards him, faster and changing!

In the process of traveling, Wang Xuan could feel that the shadow was not rampage, but kept changing direction, as if it was disturbing Wang Xuan's perception.

Just when Wang Xuan was suspicious, there was a sharp pain in his arm, and his sharp teeth were frantically biting at his flesh, and instinctively he groped around his waist, trying to find a sword, the sword that brought him hope!

The sword flashed, and two heads rolled to the ground, and the figure that deliberately attracted his attention, followed the figure that attacked him from behind, and after the head was cut off, it was finally completely silent.

The strong smell of blood instantly diffused, and Wang Xuan didn't know if it was his own blood or the blood of these carrioning corpses.

That sword saved him, but it also plunged him into boundless fear.

He saw the true faces of these two figures, rotting faces, bulging eyes, and green fangs. They can move, they can attack, and they are extremely fast, but I, Wang Xuan, clearly feel the faint pitiful breath of life on their bodies.

A large piece of flesh on his shoulder was torn off, and the pain made Wang Xuanyou recall that on the night when the full moon rose, one was a hunter in the forest, and the other was a young man who fought alone.

It was a battle for life, and it was that battle that made Wang Xuan understand that fear was never useful.

He was going to keep walking, away from this place, because he didn't know how many carrions there were, and the smell of blood was sure to attract endless carrions.

If you don't want to be torn to shreds, there is only one way forward.

He probed the road with his sword, his footsteps were staggered, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and there was no road that he split the way, so he kept running, and there were rotting corpses chasing him on the road, so he swung out a sword qi, and then the head fell to the ground.

Not only does he have the strength, but he also has quite good luck, and there is no trouble along the way.

After running for more than an hour, in this closed and unknown environment, he once again discovered something that gave him a headache.

That is, in this space, there is no aura.

This made it impossible for him to recover his lost physical strength by absorbing the aura, and it also made him realize that everything he had done seemed to be in vain, and instead forced himself into a Jedi.

He was like a traveler who had lost his way in the middle of the desert, without water or food, constantly moving towards an oasis, and the only thing in sight was the flying yellow sand and the endless sand.

The only difference is that all he can and can't see is endless darkness.

Thick, deep, invisible, intangible. (To be continued.) )