A ray of light spilled from a distant place, like silk, and like a dense mist, shrouded Zimo's head.

Zimo gradually closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a baby falling asleep.

The yellow protection formed by the forbidden life and death had disappeared, and in its place, a black bead appeared at Zimo's gas field, and that black bead emitted a misty glow, protecting Zimo's body in it.

I don't know how long it was, a day or a year, and the whole space was as dead silent.

Zimo's whole body floated there like a feather, fluttering slowly.

A vague sigh came from the black bead, as if it had been looking at Zimo for the first time, as if it was looking at its own child.

"If you put all things into a grain of sand and eternity into an hour, then your palm will be all living beings, time and space, nothing more."

The sound seemed to echo through the space, reaching all around.

Then the entire space shook violently, and then shattered like a mirror.

Zimo's closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a confusion in the whole person's eyes, and after a while, he found that the sea water around him had disappeared, replaced by a strange place, and he was lying on a bed, and it was not right to say that it was a bed, because he was just lying on top of the animal skin, and the animal skin was spread on the ground.

Rubbing his slightly dizzy head, Zimo glanced around, this is a very dilapidated house, dark and cramped, with only a one-meter square window.

There were three worn-out stools scattered around the shabby table, and a small pot, steaming.

Two small doors hung there, creaking as a gust of wind blew in.

Zimo just wanted to probe out his divine sense, but found that the vitality in his body was empty, and he didn't feel the slightest vitality in the surrounding heaven and earth.

He hurriedly looked for his storage bracelet, and found that there was nothing missing on his body, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, if the storage bracelet was lost, then he really didn't know how to survive here.

Frowning slightly, he began to think about what happened after entering the whirlpool before, but no matter how he remembered, he couldn't remember how he got in, he just remembered that he was pulled in by the huge suction of the whirlpool, and slowly fell, and then the life and death ban gradually lost its effect, and he didn't remember what happened after that.

While Zimo was thinking, he felt a strange aura at the door, not like a human being, not like a spirit animal.

He looked back and found a pair of pale blue eyes looking at him cautiously in the crack of the door, like a panicked deer, and when he saw Zimo looking at him, he disappeared with a whoosh.

Zimo got up and walked towards the door, and when he opened the door, Zimo found himself in mid-air, and the house he was in was built on top of a huge ancient tree.

There is only a two-meter-wide place in front of the door, and next to the edge is a tall ladder from which I think I usually go up and down.

Zimo finally saw the owner of those eyes, a boy who looked to be seven or eight years old, hiding in a corner of the house and exposing half of his head, observing Zimo, but he was obviously different from humans, his ears were pointed up, looking like the ears of some kind of spirit animal, his pale yellow hair was scattered over his shoulders, he was wearing a set of brown clothes that obviously did not fit, and he was wearing a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

"What's your name?"

Zimo tried his best to show his kindness and said softly.

The boy just looked at Zimo, his two little pointed ears twitched, but he didn't answer Zimo's question, but in his eyes, Zimo saw two looks: curiosity and fear.

"Why am I here?"

Zimo saw that the boy didn't speak, and continued to speak.

"His name is Worm, and he is my grandson."

Suddenly, an old voice spoke, Zimo was shocked in his heart, found the source of the sound, and found that it was under the big tree, an old man with a full head of hair was sitting under the tree, weaving something.

Without vitality, even the divine sense cannot be used, but I didn't expect that there was an old man under the tree who didn't even notice it, Zimo said secretly in his heart.

Zimo went down the stairs to the ground, bowed to the old man, and said, "What is the old gentleman's name?" In the next hundred miles of cicadas, I don't know that this is a whirlpool of destruction? How could I be in your house? ”

The old man stopped what he was doing and looked up at Zimo, who only found out at this time that one of his eyes could not see, because his eyes seemed to have been injured by something, and they were surrounded by cobweb-like scars, which were tightly closed.

Putting the straw rope in his hand on the ground, the old man reached out and wiped it on his body, and said with a smile, "Hehe, don't be in a hurry for me to answer you one by one." ”

The old man took out a cigarette pouch, knocked on the stool under his buttocks, and continued, "As for the old man's name, I have long forgotten it, you can call me the old fish head, I don't know if this is the destruction vortex, we are called the gray fox tribe here, there are about 10,000 people, there are humans, there are fox tribes, and there are also a very small number of human foxes." ”

The old man raised his head and looked at the tree, as if he wanted to see his grandson, "As for why you are here, it was when my grandson was fishing, and he found that you were lying by the river and still breathing, so he asked someone to help carry you to my house, but I didn't expect you to wake up after being in a coma for half a month." ”

"My grandson is mute, he naturally won't answer your words, although he can't speak, but he can write, usually in the palm of my hand to write and communicate with me."

Speaking of this, the old man had a smile on his face, and he seemed to love his grandson very much.

But for some reason, Zimo trembled in his heart when he heard this, what kind of grandson is this, they all say that the world is suffering, the world is suffering, think about the so-called human suffering is nothing more than that.

"Anyway, the old gentleman and the old man have a life-saving grace for me, if you can, I will call you the old fish."

Zimo bowed slightly and hugged his fists, although the old fish head couldn't see it, but only in this way could Zimo express his gratitude.

"Hehe, okay, then call me Old Yuye, which tribe are you, how could you faint by the river."

The old fish head was very happy with Zimo's title, and said with a smile.

"Old Yuye, let's not hide it, I'm not from here, I'm from the Annihilation Continent."

Zimo looked around and found that there were huge ancient trees here, and there were wooden houses on them, which looked very beautiful, but he didn't expect that someone would build a house on a tree.

"Annihilation Continent."

The old fish head muttered again, groaning slightly, as if searching for this place in his mind.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I've lived for so long, I really don't know where the Cangxuan Continent is, maybe I'm lonely and unheard, but it doesn't matter, since I'm here, just stay in my house, and when I heal my injuries, it's not too late to make plans." ”

"Then disturb the old fish."

Zimo squatted down and picked up a straw rope, thinking about what the old fish head said, there was no record of the fox clan and human foxes in the jade slip that Yu Lingzi gave him, and no one had ever come to the Destruction Vortex in Tianyumen, and it was very rare to know the information of the Sanyuan Demon Lotus, although he didn't know how they knew, and the master Baili Chunqiu didn't tell him this information, and he didn't come here if he thought about it.