I knew that the hedgehog might stab me with a thorn, but I was willing to take the risk.

However, the hedgehog's reaction exceeded my expectations.

The moment I stretched out my hand, the thorns on its body immediately stood up, and then pierced my fingers fiercely.

I gasped in pain, and then I saw the hedgehog scream viciously.

The voice was sharp and terrifying, and it scared me at once.

I quickly plugged my ears, only to find that the sound still couldn't be stopped.

The voice seemed to have magical powers, and it drilled straight into my head.

I felt dizzy, and then I heard a voice in my head saying, "Run!" Don't go into the village!

I was stunned by the sound, and then looked at the hedgehog, only to see that it had retreated into the mouth of the skull sculpture, leaving only a pair of vigilant eyes looking at me.

I knew I had to get out of here at once, I couldn't stay here anymore.

I quickly got up and started running frantically out.

I don't know where this voice came from, and I don't know why it told me to leave.

All I know is that I have to get out of this place now, I have to find my way back to reality, I have to find a chance to get back to them.

I ran desperately out, with no goal or direction, just a simple attempt to escape from this horrible place.

In my panic, I ran into a cornfield.

The cornfield was so large that I couldn't see the edge at all.

The corn has grown very tall, taller than I am.

Their stems were stiff and stretched straight into the sky, like giant spears.

On the top of the ears of corn, there are heavy corn cobs, which are yellow and green in color, which looks very attractive.

The leaves are green, wide and tough, like huge wings, and when the wind blows, they sway slightly. The leaves fluttered in the wind and rustled, as if they were laughing at me and comforting me.

The corn stood in front of me, on my left and right, and surrounded me.

When I looked up, all I could see was the dense corn leaves, which seemed to be an endless sea of green, and I was a little disoriented.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do, so I had to let the ground guide me.

It's just that even though I got lost in this cornfield, I still couldn't stop.

I can only choose to believe in myself, to choose to believe in that voice: to leave this place, to stay away from that village.

So, I continued to walk through the cornfields, hoping to find an exit, hoping to find a hope.

I continued to run through the cornfield until suddenly, I saw a cross.

The cross stood in the middle of the cornfield, standing alone and conspicuous.

On the cross hangs a scarecrow, whose body is made of dried straw and has a dilapidated shape and an eerie face.

The scarecrow's head is an old burlap bag with simple facial outlines painted on it.

The two eyes were clasped, one large and one small, sewn diagonally on the face.

The two buttons were torn from a worn cloth bag, and there were still traces and colors of the old days on them.

They shimmered with a cold light, which was extremely eerie.

The once live carrot became its nose, but now it is half rotten, and in some places it has been eaten by insects until only its shell remains.

The carrot was stuck crookedly in the face, like a crooked sword, threatening everyone who dared to approach.

The mouth, on the other hand, is sewn with a black thread and has a crooked shape, like a scar.

The clumsy lines stitched together a smile, but the smile did not carry any joy, but made people feel a deep fear.

I looked at the scarecrow and felt a chill in my heart.

It just looked at me silently, as if it was going to devour my soul.

I trembled as I passed the scarecrow, its shabby figure and grim countenance that made me timid. I tried my best to calm myself down, but suddenly, the scarecrow moved.

At that moment, I felt as if time had frozen, and my heart beat to a halt in an instant.

The scarecrow's body began to twist, and its strange shape was terrifying.

Its body cracked, and the loose straw gradually expanded, writhing, and seemed to be growing.

Its shadow grew longer and larger in the moonlight, like a huge stone statue, standing straight and stiff in the middle of the cornfield.

I stared at the scarecrow's face, its two-button eyes turning, and the cold light of the buttons became more and more intense.

They stared at me crookedly like eagle eyes, as if they could penetrate the fear in my heart.

I felt an unspeakable pressure, a strong sense of fear that made my legs go limp, and my body fell uncontrollably on the cold ground.

At that moment, the scarecrow suddenly broke away from the cross and jumped at me like a cannonball being ejected.

Its hard body rolled in the air, and its half-rotten carrot nose throbbed in the moonlight, like a sword, and stabbed at me.

The sharp point at the bottom of the cross, as if with a devastating malice, rushed towards me.

I looked at the scarecrow with despair.

I knew that if I didn't run away in time, I might be hit by that scarecrow, and maybe even pierced by that sharp cross.

I struggled to get up, but I found that my legs were completely out of strength.

My eyes widened as I watched the scarecrow get closer and closer, the scarecrow's sneer magnified in front of my eyes, and I felt its presence, a deep threat, a suffocating fear.

I was trembling, but I knew I couldn't back down.

I gritted my teeth, rolled to the side with all my strength, reached out, and grabbed the scarecrow's buttoned eye in pleasure.

"Poof!" I pulled the button off so hard that the whole world seemed to stand still for a moment.

The clasp fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The button was the eye of a scarecrow, lying lonely on that silent cold land, as if crying, as if asking, why me?

The moment the clasp fell, a black hole was left in the scarecrow's face.

The black hole was like an abyss, so black that you couldn't see the bottom.

And the scarecrow's posture was even more dilapidated because of the disappearance of that eye, as if it could collapse at any moment.

However, I was terrified, I thought it would be blank when I pulled the button, but there was still an eye inside the black hole.

That eye twinkled in the darkness, like a meteor lost in the night.

That eye had no good intentions, and I could feel the malice in its gaze, as if it was laughing at me, as if waiting for my final collapse.

However, there is incomparable compassion in that eye, it seems to be silently lamenting, as if expressing a kind of sadness of abandonment.