Sunrise and sunset, sunset and sunrise.

Three days have passed, and the pit full of water has already fallen with fallen leaves, some of which are floating in the water, and some of which have been soaked and sunk to the bottom.

In the past three days, Han Shuang has maintained a posture of cross-legged cultivation and has not moved, and at this moment, her body is also full of fallen leaves, and the soil around the pit has long been drained by the sun, and the water has become unusually dry.

Autumn is coming, and the leaves are falling back to their roots.

Many trees in the forest could not resist the deterrence of autumn, and they all turned yellow.

The leaves of the kapok tree are the most yellow, in addition to its half-meter-long yellow fruit, one by one hanging upside down on the branch is very beautiful, the fruit port is slightly cracked, the white cotton wool in the shell is as white as goose feathers quietly swells out, and the cotton wool is fluffy and hanging on the top of the fruit like a white hat, which is cute.

Suddenly there was a noise in the autumn forest, the sound came from far and near, accompanied by the click of dead branches and fallen leaves being trampled, and a group of dozens of people appeared under a huge kapok tree.

The leader is a young woman of 1.85 meters, she looks ordinary, and her blonde hair is unusually dazzling.

Qingqing stood under the kapok tree and looked at the cracked kapok fruit, pointed to the fruit and said to a group of orcs behind him: "This is the kapok fruit, as long as it is cracked and all the pieces are picked back, it will be winter cold after the autumn death, and with it, we will not be afraid of freezing again when we are cold in winter." ”

After she finished speaking, she took the lead in picking up, and as soon as she picked two, she was interrupted by a sudden frightened sound: "Ah~ What is this?" It's terrible, it can't be dug up by some beast. ”

Qingqing looked at the sound of horror, only to see a young female orc covering her mouth with one hand and pointing to the ground not far away, her eyes full of fear.

From this angle she could not see what the young female was referring to, so she went up to inspect it, and when she walked to the place where the female was pointing, she saw a huge pit with stagnant water, and she looked around at the shape of the pit, and the round pit was very smooth and neat, not like a natural formation.

After thinking about it, she was also worried, afraid that some wild beast would dig it, in order to avoid danger, she opened her mouth and said to the orcs: "I don't want the kapok fruit here, let's go to the other side of the mountain to pick it, there are a lot of kapok trees over there, and I have been to Han Shuang, there is no such deep pit there." ”

She ordered all the orcs to turn around, and then quickly left the place in company.

After Qingqing and the others left, calm returned to the mountains and forests.

Han Shuang didn't know everything that was happening on the ground, and at this moment, her old monk's settled body finally had a slight change.

Her dusty eyelashes fluttered slightly, then suddenly opened, and as her eyes opened, a stream of colorful light flooded her pupils.

The streamer disappeared, and her pupils were not only transparent, but also a little more different, like flowers, like brocade, purple and red, and like the dark night stars were bottomless, but if you looked closely, it seemed that nothing had changed, it was still as clear as ever, and it was still as bright as ever.

Standing up and shaking off the fallen leaves, she stood straight at the bottom of the pit, looking up at the sky, the sun was hanging in the sky, and it was bright under the golden light.

She retracted her gaze and noticed that her body was covered with dust except for the parts covered by the animal skin, and there was a layer of gray dirt under the dust that had long been scabbed, and there were signs of cracking at the slightest movement, and there was a strange appearance of a snake molting.

Looking at the scabbed dirt, the corners of her mouth twitched a little, how much garbage is hidden in this body, washing the meridians and cutting the marrow is comparable to falling into a stinky ditch, and the air into the body seems to have not rubbed mud in eight lifetimes, except that it is still dirty.

Hiding the complaint in her heart, she jumped out of the pit more than four meters deep, looked around, and went straight to the pit with stagnant water in the distance.