She circled around the scarecrow a few times, looking up and down several times, but still didn't see a problem.

Is the problem in the clothes?

Jiang Quinoa tossed around the scarecrow's clothes again, tried everything, and found that it didn't work, and then studied the straw.

Is it to reweave the straw?

Or do you want to count how many straws there are?

It shouldn't be such an easy test......

However, with the mentality of giving it a try, Jiang Quinoa still took apart the scarecrow and counted it, and then restored it to its original state.

The monk's memory is amazing, and he can store the memory screen in the sea of knowledge and view it at any time, so there is no omission.

Looking at the scarecrow in front of her, Jiang Quinoa made a difficulty, and after exploring for a long time, she didn't find the key point.

She simply found a place to sit down, and looked at the scarecrow again.

At this moment, the wind blew, and the scarecrow shook again, and it swayed gently from side to side, as if it had some kind of rhyme.

Jiang Quinoa looked at it and went out of his mind, and he didn't know where he came, but he felt as if he was trapped somewhere.

She forgot where she came from, forgot who her name was, and stared blankly at a rice field in front of her.

A few children came running around her and played hide and seek around her, and the laughter of the silver bells filled the field.

Jiang Quinoa only felt that everything in front of him was so beautiful, the golden rice fields were one after another, the breeze was blowing, and the rice ears were swaying with the wind, wave after wave.

The children were tired of playing, laughing and walking away.

At that moment, a bird flew down and aimed its sharp beak at the ears of rice in the rice field.

Jiang Quinoa was immediately anxious, she couldn't speak, she could only wave her arms hard, trying to chase away the birds.

The bird was frightened and flopped a few times and ran away, chirping as it flew back, as if to scold her for being nosy.

Driving away the birds, she smiled happily, as if she had done something great.

She stood here day after day, dutifully guarding the rice fields, watching the joyful smiles of the people when they harvested, listening to the tunes humming by the children when they picked the ears of rice, and gradually got used to this kind of life.

This kind of fulfilling and leisurely life.

Jiang Quinoa thought happily, but she didn't know that she had changed in the room.

Her legs had become straw by this time, and they were spreading a little bit to other places.

If you don't wake up, I'm afraid you'll become another scarecrow.

But Jiang Quinoa, who was immersed in the beautiful picture, didn't notice it at this time, and it was really the picture outlined in front of her that deeply pierced her heart.

The simple villagers work together to harvest the rice, and the fields are filled with laughter and laughter, but there are no complaints or trivial quarrels.

Everyone's eyes are filled with hope for the future.

Jiang Quinoa liked this harmonious atmosphere too much, and also indulged in it.

In this way, she became a scarecrow in the field, watching the villagers weed, sow and reap again......

Day after day, year after year.

Most of her in the outside world has been turned into straw, and only one head is left untouched.

But the straw climbed up her neck little by little, little by little......

Little Gray and the monkey intuitively felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't wake up Jiang Quinoa, so they were in a hurry.

They tried every means to call out to the ginger quinoa, but the ginger quinoa couldn't hear it at all.

It's the harvest season of another year, and the ginger quinoa is gently swaying in the night breeze, and she finds that another bird is flying over.

She immediately waved her arm to intimidate the bird away, exuding anger all over her body.

The bird had just plunged into the rice field and was scared away, and before leaving, he "scolded" her a few words.

Again?

Jiang Quinoa was slightly stunned.

How could she use "again"?

Has this bird ever been here?

No, it doesn't just come here, it comes every year, and even the movements are exactly the same.

Jiang Quinoa frowned, and she finally began to think when she realized that something was wrong.

In the early morning of the second day, the villagers came to harvest the rice again.

"Grandfather, this year's rice is really good, it must be enough for our family!"

"Yes, God willing."

"Mother, I want to eat sugar gourd after harvesting rice!"

"Okay, my mother will buy it for you."

“……”

A familiar conversation came, and Jiang Quinoa could even know what they were going to say next.

Why, everything is repeating?

Where the hell is this?

Who is she?

After Jiang Quinoa opened the key to thought, a bunch of questions flooded into her mind like a tide, giving her a headache.

One question after another fell heavily on her heart, and it also questioned her heart.

Everything is fake here.

This is not where she belongs!

A burst of light erupted in Jiang Quinoa's eyes, she raised her head suddenly, and the scene in front of her turned into pieces at this time, falling apart in an instant.

Her spirit instantly returned to her room.

At this time, half of her face had turned into straw, and she really almost never came back.

Jiang Quinoa was afraid for a while, but fortunately it was in time.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and she looked at the scarecrow in front of her, this time finally realizing the problem.

Eye!

This scarecrow obviously doesn't have eyes, but Jiang Quinoa always thought it did.

She thought of her previous experience, this scarecrow must also be a monk, but the spirit was trapped and could not come back.

He has no life in him, in fact, he has fallen, even if the spirit returns to its place again, it is useless.

Jiang Quinoa sighed, thought about it, took out a neat and tidy pure white magic robe, and changed the tattered clothes on the scarecrow, which can be regarded as the last bit of decency.

After everything was done, the straw-turning part of her body gradually returned to normal.

A new door appeared on the right side again, and Jiang Quinoa still did not hesitate and strode in.

The rules of the Ancient Dragon Palace have long been not a secret, they are both chance and danger.

You'll never know what's next, or whether you're about to face chance or danger.

Everyone who entered the Elder Dragon Palace was trying to break through, and in the depths of the Elder Dragon Palace, there was a person lying quietly in the coffin, all kinds of fish, shrimp and insects crawling all over his body, sucking his body.

The man had no life in him, just a corpse, and smelled of decay.

There were also several coffins next to this coffin, in which only a few clothes remained, and some fish and shrimp with broken stomachs.

There is also a steady stream of fish and shrimp swimming here outside the door, and after they are full, they lie in the coffin and do not move.

But after a while, the fish and shrimp turned into a pool of blood and slowly seeped into the coffin.

The coffin flashed with a bright light, becoming more and more bright red and translucent, and it looked very weird.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in.

The moment the man entered the door, he saw these coffins, and his heart was startled for a moment, and he leaned over cautiously.

At this time, a sudden change occurred, and a coffin suddenly stood up and rushed towards him.

(End of chapter)

Lewen