"Am I really going to follow this kind of thing?"

Xie Chen looked at the cyan bamboo paper figure eating rice in front of him, and whispered a little unconfidently.

According to the rules, if the cyan bamboo paper figure moves now, he should follow it and follow the route it took.

But is it possible that this guy will only go to find the whereabouts of the rice?

There are so many bowls of rice around, this guy doesn't even look at it, and the reason for it is not clear for the time being.

It is estimated that it is also related to oneself.

The cyan bamboo paper man stood up, no longer lying on his stomach to his side, and the face sticking to the rice looked at him so confusedly.

I just wanted to avoid its edge, but I remembered that I couldn't retreat in the loess alley, so I could only ease my mind and turn my eyes to the other side.

Avoid too many head-on collisions with the cyan bamboo paper figures.

At the same time, the body is also tense, and it is ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Even if the cyan bamboo strip paper figure wants to fight with himself now, he can really touch it.

But it was obvious that he was thinking too much, and after glancing at this side with his hollow and rough eyes, the cyan bamboo paper man did not choose to pounce on this side.

Xie Chen made preparations with both hands, and was not afraid of a sneak attack by the cyan bamboo strip paper man, standing at the mouth of the loess alley openly, and watched it walk forward.

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat......"

"I want to go home, and when I go home, I have a lot of food to eat."

I heard these words very clearly, but whether the cyan bamboo strip paper man could walk back to the "home" in his mouth had to be marked with a question mark.

If you don't know something, it depends on whether you dare to follow it.

Xie Chen's heart was entangled, but the sky rumbled at this time.

A huge thunder sounded in his ears, but there was no actual thunder, and the thunder and lightning of this loudness should not be far from him.

Xie Chen looked at the sky but didn't find the dark clouds.

Even the moon was bright, and there was no sign of darkness.

"What's going on?"

The loud sound of habitual ears became more and more obvious behind him, and even a series of slashes were slashed several times, and the full moon hung diagonally far enough.

When I looked up, it was obvious that the distance was much worse than before.

The cyan bamboo paper figure stumbled forward, and then turned a corner directly, still shouting blindly in his mouth, and even because of the gradual distance, the words he was muttering were not clear because of the gradual distance.

After struggling in his heart for a while, Xie Chen decided to follow and see if there was any missing information.

It is true that I can recall some fragmented images, but sometimes I have a sense of third-person déjà vu, so I can't be completely convinced that these images are real.

Regardless of whether what the cyan bamboo paper man said was misleading or not, he had to hear it before he could make a judgment.

Before he could keep up with a few steps, the cyan bamboo strip paper figure was moving faster and faster, although it was not much faster than normal people running.

But running around in this loess alley, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

Just walked a distance, the cyan bamboo paper man turned into an alley, only a moment, before he had time to follow the turn, the pitch black in the loess alley has completely covered the figure of the cyan bamboo paper man.

Xie Chen's footsteps that had just lifted him retracted, and he didn't even know how to fall.

If you continue to follow, where will the cyan bamboo strip paper man end up?

I don't know very well, is it even possible that I am taking myself into the fire pit? It's also a particularly difficult thing to say.

Thinking of this, Xie Chenyou hurriedly retracted his feet and re-faced the dirt road in front of him.

Compared with before, there is no incense in front of these doors, but there is still no shortage of rice.

Compared with the scene of the fragmentary pictures that appeared in my mind, I should have not walked this road at all.

Xie Chenqiang cheered up and continued to walk forward.

A huge thrust pushed him back, and he didn't even know how to get his feet down.

The feeling of stepping on it with empty feet is not a thick loess surface, but rather stepping on a suspended wooden plate, and if you are not careful, you will sink into it.

Xie Chen hurriedly stabilized the balance of his body and tried to coordinate his body movements, but he still suffered a loss.

One was in a trance, and he fell to the ground hard, and his right arm had a large scar from rubbing against the ground.

The sharp pain cleared his mind immediately, but the loess sticking to it was more like a dense worm, wriggling back and forth at the wound.

It felt like digging deeper, no different from devouring your own flesh.

It took seven or eight minutes to put together, and Xie Chen kept twitching on the ground, and his whole body was bursting with green tendons, and his muscles even seemed to be wriggling in it.

Loess stood on the blue clothes, and the surface of the green clothes was wrapped with a layer of "white powder".

The sweat flowing from Xie Chen's face was stained with the loess on the ground, and if he could see it in a mirror, he would be like a clay figure now.

This situation is really not good, but it is a sudden situation, and I can't avoid it.

Xie Chen's feet trembled a little, and he didn't even dare to stand up straight, but straightened his waist a little and his feet began to tremble.

Xie Chen patted the clothes on his body with difficulty, and for a while the loess was flying, and his nose couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

Fortunately, the green clothes on his body were cleaner, so he quickly held the piece in his hand and wiped it on his face a few times.

Only then did the loess stick to the face clean.

After taking a breath, Xie Chen cautiously walked a few steps forward, came to the place where the thrust had just appeared, stretched out his left hand and slowly touched it forward.

At the same time as the hand stopped, it was also just on the thrust that appeared, and a gentle force was hindering his progress.

But it's colorless and invisible, and it's impossible to see where this thrust is coming from.

Xie Chen took a deep breath and pushed forward again.

But just like this, he was directly bounced away, and the whole person staggered back two or three steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Before he could recover his senses, a thunderclap sounded from behind him, followed by a hissing sound, as if some creature appeared behind him and wanted to tear his body apart completely.

The smell of blood followed, and his nose smelled it for the first time, so he had to grit his teeth and grab a handful of rice from the door of the house next to him and hold it in his hand again.

As I walked to the place where there was thrust again, the thrust that should have existed completely disappeared at this time.

I even walked straight to the past, and nothing happened.

Xie Chen was a little puzzled, and glanced at the rice in his hand, maybe this is the key to existence?

Of course, it's just my own simple speculation.

Since there was no thrust to stop him, he walked forward much faster, and soon came to another pool of stagnant water.

It's just that when I look at the stagnant water from a distance, I actually feel a little white, and I still wonder what to do in this situation?

However, as it gets closer, the white water seen in the distance becomes pitch black again.

With this kind of change, I can't hold it anymore, whether I should go left or right.

If you go to the left, it is definitely not the same type as the stagnant water in front of you and the one you encountered before.

When I looked at it from a distance, there was no whitening, and I was not sure if I could act in the same way as before.

After thinking about it, I decided to turn to the right-hand side.

What appeared in front of him was indeed a darker loess alley.

In the alleys, the bowls in front of these houses are basically empty, and only in the middle and the fifth house in the front row are there some rice at the bottom of the bowl.

Different turns will determine different situations, which is naturally very clear to me, but the law of the appearance of these empty bowls is still a bit unpredictable.

After all, although this alley is different from the previous alley, it is really a little "poor".

But there are still a few families with saturated rice.

Xie Chen bent down to divide some of the rice in his hand and put it in the empty bowl of the nearest house.

After putting it in several households in a row, it came to the door of the house with the most saturated rice.

And the rice in this family is also different, it is still rice with long thick strips.

"Fragrant rice?"

Xie Chen muttered to himself.

When I first grabbed some with my hands, there was a stinging sensation on the wound on my arm that was originally abrased on the ground.

Xie Chen looked at the wound for the first time, and found that some black objects actually flowed out from the wound on his arm, and the smell and nausea immediately occupied his entire nasal cavity.

"Why is there such a thing in a wound?"

Xie Chen was a little incredulous, and even after some of these black things flowed out, he actually felt a little refreshed.

It seems that it can also improve one's mental value, and help restore the sanity that should have existed.

Xie Chen gasped heavily, and there was an idea in his mind, and he was a little hesitant to implement it, for fear that what would happen would be far beyond his control, and it would be a little more than worth the loss.

But after a struggle in his heart, he still gritted his teeth and pressed the handful of fragrant rice in his hand on his wound.

Despite the fact that the wound on the arm is still dripping with a black, unknown fluid.

A crackling sound sounded for a split second, then took over his ears and brain.

The tearing and corrosive sensation coming from the wound made my consciousness slowly come to the verge of collapse.

The clearer the brain is at this moment, the more blurred it is tormented by this sharp pain.

As it eroded little by little, the fragrant rice seemed to turn into wriggling maggots, gnawing on the black liquid that flowed out of the wound.

After the severe pain, there was a slight tingling sensation until the last drop of black liquid flowed out of the wound.

My physical condition has also improved a lot.