Eerie shadows weave through the boundless abyss wasteland.

Wrapped and protected by a thick mist, and supported by the constant power of Shogu's magic, the Running Rat, which had completely succeeded in changing its own faith and power, carried its master towards the towering strange shadow at the end of the vision.

Now Xiuge finally understands the true meaning of the phrase "looking at the mountain and running a dead horse".

Although he was not riding an ordinary horse, and the mountains that stood far away were by no means normal, this long journey in an unfamiliar environment also brought a very real and special experience to Xiuge.

Loneliness, exhaustion, and confusion are the main tones of Xiuge's mood at the moment.

At first, Xiuge would constantly observe the surrounding environment, watch out for attackers that could appear at any time, unexpected events from other spatial regions and time segments, or observe and analyze various strange situations in this world.

However, as the Raging Rat progressed, he gradually realized that his actions didn't actually have much practical significance—they were so chaotic and disorderly that he couldn't even draw much of the lessons from them.

In most cases, all Xiuge had to deal with was the desolate plain in front of him, which was full of gloom and disorder, and the mountains in the distance, which seemed to have not changed at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the surroundings and the references were changing, Xiuge would have even suspected that he had been standing still.

In the face of such a situation, even if Xiuge possessed an extremely abundant magical power and a tenacious mental state, he would inevitably become depressed after all, and the abyssal creations that appeared from time to time in his vision, as well as the strange hills, ravines, pits, and bone plains, would only constantly remind Xiuge that in this world, he was destined to find no one of his kind.

The Abyss is not hospitable, and any creature who comes here from other worlds is not destined to be treated very well, and there is no such thing as a "stranger" here.

Shuge raised his head and looked at the sky again.

Strange to say, in this world with a weak concept of space and time, there are still so-called land and sky.

Within the Abyss, the chaotic abyssal magic spontaneously condenses, and they are often attracted to active Abyss creators, or they are attached to and accumulate in the wreckage and fragments that hold the will to despair.

As a result, a large amount of condensed magic enveloped all kinds of wreckage and debris together, and on this basis, they became entities that could be touched and changed, and these entities that were constantly increasing in size further attracted more abyssal creations and magic.

Under this particular flow trend, another part of the abyss inevitably becomes a thin cavity, and as the polarization becomes more and more obvious, these cavities gradually merge and converge, they are like grease floating on the water, forming two distinct areas.

This is the division of the concept of sky and land within the Abyss.

It is very different from the laws of the material world in Xiuge's cognition, but there are some similarities, but now every time Xiuge looks up, he can't help but think of some ancient theories about "turbidity goes down, pure qi rises" and so on.

Such nonsense, as well as the continuous study and reading of those memories accumulated in one's mind, are the only few ways for Xiuge to relax.

He had never been so idle.

After ordering the Rat to anchor itself to its back with its tail, Shuge even had enough time to conduct an in-depth study and analysis of the Poems of the Night and the lost magic within the Black Sun Society.

When Shuge once again began to examine the bizarre words left by the mad poet Azifu, he suddenly realized that the "Poem of the Night" written by this guy seemed to be the starting point for his own footsteps in Vann on a certain level.

At the very least, it can be seen as an important component of the starting point.

"Squeak......

The Rat hissed, and Shug turned his head and followed its prompt to look at the "horizon".

In the energy of the eye, on the oblique side of the distant mountain, there was a "cloud" composed of a thin abyssal fog constantly disturbing, and it seemed that something was moving slowly in the depths of this "cloud".

It didn't take long for the being hiding inside the clouds to break through the clouds and reveal its true colors.

"There are actually fish in the abyss."

Shuge remembered that Theseus had said this earlier, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but look strange.

At first glance, he thought he had seen a black "rag" slowly floating in the sky, but when he looked closely, he found that the "rag" was actually an incomparably large flounder, or rather, some strange monster that looked quite similar to a flounder.

Its abdomen is very clean and smooth, looking like some kind of gray-black crystalline mirror, and there is a very obvious tear in the corresponding "head", which is supposed to be its mouth.

Behind its body, there is a somewhat disproportionate "tail" that is constantly whirling, and this is the main reason why the Abyssal Mist continues to surge.

On the other side of the flounder, there were two unusually bright shadows, and Hug could not tell if they were its eyes, because at the edge of its body, many small "silk threads" were hanging down, and at the end of these "silk threads", there were many points of light.

They look like some kind of organ for light, but also like a myriad of eyes that are used to observe the outside world.

When the flounder twists its body, the strange light is reflected through its mirror-like abdomen, and it shines widely across the wasteland.

These rays of light were extremely dazzling in the wasteland, and what surprised Shuge even more was that within the light, from time to time, some strange shadows and shapes appeared—outwardly, the outlines of these shadows and shapes should belong to other worlds.

This was clearly the method it used to hunt, for it was not long before Hug saw that some of the small hunters who had previously hidden in the depths of the wasteland had cautiously burrowed out of their hideouts, and they were attracted by the light and shadow, and soon began to hunt for them.

The "silk threads" used to cast light were incomparably nimble, and as they twisted and adjusted, the various flares and illusions that were active on the ground changed accordingly, and they flexibly and meticulously reproduced the appearance of the poor prey as they fled in a hurry, and tempted the pursuers behind to run in a specific direction.

It didn't take long for these creatures of the Abyss, who looked somewhat similar to felines, to follow the spots of light to a hill, and their attention was all on the "prey" in front of them, and they didn't even notice that the strange shadow had reached above them.

In the next moment, Xiuge saw that the crack in the abdomen of this huge "rag" was rapidly extended, and the body of this "flounder" was directly split from the middle, and countless sharp hideous fangs were exposed.

The bait disappeared, and the pursuers below became pathetic prey, they came to their senses and tried to scatter and escape, but in the next moment, the huge shadow smashed towards the hill below at an extremely terrifying speed, and its flat, thick body completely enveloped the entire hill and all the unfortunate eggs attracted to it, and chewed violently as a huge crack in the mouth.

The flounder's feeding soon came to an end, and it floated high into the air again, the exaggerated laceration in its abdomen shaking incessantly, spitting out the useless remains that it had accidentally eaten into it.

After this process, the ugly crack disappeared into invisibility, and the mirror of the abdomen used to reflect the light reappeared, only this time, it was clearly no longer satisfied with the previous ration, and more points of light burst out from the ends of those "silk threads", and after reflection, these lights directly enveloped a large area of the wasteland.

"It's not good to be in a hurry with this kind of guy staring, let's take a rest first."

Shuge rolled over and sat up, and slapped the Rat twice on the back, who immediately understood the meaning of Shuge, turned and jumped into a nearby ravine, and led Shuge through the vertical tunnels.

It wasn't long before the frightening pressure of the Flounder managed to find a cave where Xiuge could hide, which had collapsed badly, but could still be used as a temporary hideout.

Xiuge was not picky, and with his previous experience, he quickly used a very small amount of abyss magic to construct a protective ritual to hide and cover himself, and curled up and hid in it.

The strange light still swept through the area, and as he observed the outside world, he began to continue his previous research interrupted by Flounder.

As his thoughts turned, passages of text belonging to "Poems of the Night" emerged from the depths of Xiuge's spiritual ocean.

"It all starts with a dream."

"Everything ends with sobriety."

"What I have written is not a poem, but a fascinating reality......"

In the first volume of the poem of the night, the mad poet Aziv begins with such a passage, which he named "Sinalhai".

In the past, when he had read The Poems of the Night a few times before, he had been full of doubts about the mad poet's ability to write, because in his opinion, Azif's descriptions of those bizarre and strange events and situations were too outrageous and abstract, which made them seem abnormal and empty, and the words lost their original meaning and beauty as a result.

Now, however, after combining his own experiences with what he had seen and heard in the abyss, he had to admit that Azifu did have a unique point in writing.

At least Shug can be sure that the seemingly deranged sentences may not be bizarre conjectures at all, but rather a detailed retelling of a series of real scenes.

Little by little, Shuge recalled these strange words, and when he finished reviewing the first volume of "Poems of the Night" in its entirety, a calm face appeared in his mind.

“……”

Xiuge's expression froze for a moment, but in the end he could only smile helplessly and let out a long sigh.

"I don't know what happened to them...... I hope all is well. ”

……

In the dim light, the tip of the pen swiped over the paper, creating a rustling sound.

"Yesterday afternoon, Alyosha went to town, and he helped old Peter sell all the prey he had hunted, three pheasants and two foxes."

"The fox's fur is well preserved, so I make a little extra money...... Rest assured, we'll keep an eye on old Peter and won't let him take the money to buy wine. ”

"Alyosha was not able to buy new ammunition because of regulatory issues...... It's too strict now, and I'm afraid it won't be long before we can only consider hunting with bows and arrows. ”

"But fortunately, there seems to be more prey in the mountains recently than in previous years, probably all frightened by the sound of gunfire! Hunting doesn't have to be hard! ”

“……”

"My dear, you haven't written back to us for a long time, and everyone is very nervous, promise me that you will give us some news anyway after receiving the letter."

"I hope all is well."

"Love, Daya."

After writing the last word, Wei Lin took the paper in her hand, checked it carefully a few times, and after confirming that there was no problem, she walked out of the room and handed the paper to a mage agent who was guarding the door.

"That's all for the letter, send it tomorrow morning, and remember to have someone copy it again before then...... There should be more typos, don't choose too good letterhead, and adjust handwriting and language habits. ”

The agent nodded: "Don't worry, ma'am, I will show it to you before it is officially sent, and we will also replace some of the words in it with the local dialect." ”

"That's the best, thank you."

"It's you who work hard, ma'am."

Soon after, the agent left with the special letter, and Willin returned to the house, closed the door, and rechecked the protective rituals in the room as was customary, and after making sure that it was correct, she finally finished her work and gradually eased up.

Then, with a smile, she dragged a wooden box from under the bed with the mage's hand and opened it.

Then, Wei Lin took out a few glittering magic crystals from her pocket and shook them happily into the wooden box: "Sorry, I've been busy for a long time...... You must be hungry, right? ”

(End of chapter)