A red thread was stretched on the wasteland, and the knife kept cutting, and there was no end in sight.

Yan Yueming dragged the red thread with all his might, and Chen Yeye dragged him with all his strength to prevent him from being dragged away, so that he could maintain his balance. But a gust of wind blew, and the wind swept through the blades of grass, sweeping up some withered blades of grass and some small bones from nowhere in the wasteland.

The blades of grass were cut by the red thread, the bones fell back to the earth, and the wind whimpered through the holes in the dried ribbon fish. Yan Yueming and Chen Yeye were slapped to the ground and were instantly dragged out of a distance of two meters, but fortunately, Chen Yeye pulled out the knife in time to insert it into the gap of the stone slab, and used the knife as an anchor point to stabilize the figures of the two, so they were not directly dragged into the wasteland.

Yan Yueming gritted her teeth and looked up at the night sky.

The night was thick and deep, as if it were about to eat people.

Those flickering snowflakes have been covered, the black phantom is overwhelming, and the cat god is suppressed and retreats a lot. The believers on the wall, led by another apostle, had fallen to their knees in prayer.

O great cat god.

Your devout believers are here to offer you the purest faith.

Please come back.

Please persevere.

Was last night's courage just a flash in the pan?

It's that we wake up too late, and our hearts are like stagnant waters, and we can't provide you with the best support. But this wasteland can bear witness together, and we are determined to face everything with a more positive and courageous attitude, and welcome back the glory that should belong to us!

"Cat god."

"Did you hear that?"

Sincere believers prostrate themselves on the ground, praying and asking questions.

They were heartbroken at the sight of the dimmer cat's eyes, and then the wind sent a question: "Then stand up and look with your own eyes into the shadow of the old days." ”

"That heretic!"

"It's a heretic!"

When the heretics came running into the temple, they stood at the other end of the wall, looking at them from a high place, as if they were judging them from a condescending position.

The believers were in an uproar.

However, the voice of the heretic Busha was sonorous and powerful, "I am a heretic because I do not believe in the gods. I dare to walk in the wasteland and face the shadows, but you will only cower in the temple, blessed by the cat god, and live in secret! ”

"You talk nonsense!"

"Tell the truth!"

"Bold heresy!"

How could the believers be insulted in this way, and one by one they would get up from the ground to chase after the heretics. But when they got up and ran, they ran in the direction of the wall, and their eyes saw the shadows of the old days, and they seemed to be struck by a shield, and their bodies were stiff.

"What's wrong? Isn't that going to work? Bu Xia didn't have a mask, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze shifted from their faces to the sky.

As a heretic, at night, the wasteland will not allow her, and the temple will not allow her. She had to load stones in the wasteland, escape from the temple, and the world was so dangerous that there was no place for her. And at this moment, she stood here, standing on the dividing line between this temple and the wasteland, only her heretical companion Wu Yuan, who was still staring at the red line, knew how difficult it was for her.

But from the bottom of his heart, Bu Xia really wanted to boil it like this, or rather, call it a board.

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Yan Yueming and Chen Yeye were still dragging red threads on the ground, why did these believers kneel here in peace? When the sky falls, there are tall people who have always been, and they have the ability to stand up with me.

"Your real enemies are there. ()”

“——? ()_[(()”

Yan Yueming didn't know what his teammates were talking about, his mind was buzzing, and he felt that his blood vessels were about to explode. The red thread in his hand has the hottest color in the world, but it has become very cold, and the endless coercion is transmitted through the thread, obviously it is just a light and fluttering thread, but it seems to be able to crush him and Chen Yeye together.

He could even hear his own bones creaking.

Thankfully, he's lying on the ground now, otherwise it's deadly.

Chen Ye's condition is worse than Yan Yueming, although he has good physical fitness, but Yan Yueming is an apostle, those eyes are about to turn golden, and the mental pressure he can withstand is much higher than everyone else.

But Xiao Ming hadn't said anything yet, how could Chen Yeye allow himself to give up? Once they let go, the red line may be dragged away, and it will be difficult for them to hold a divine descent ceremony.

No way.

I don't believe I can't.

Chen Yeye had a strong temper when he was a child, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. And what they didn't know was that on the distant horizon, there was a group of people who were as silent as stones, lurking in the grass, holding the thread for them and taking part of the pressure.

The sense of drag brought by the red line is physical on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is actually mental. The strength of Chen Yeye and Yan Yueming can hold the red line, but in fact, more pressure has been filtered out here.

These people are Li Heping's exploration team.

They struggled along the horizon and explored for a long time, trying to find a way to climb over the dimensional wall and get to Xiao Ming's side, but they all failed. Just as they were about to turn back, night fell, and a ball of yarn appeared in front of them, rolling into the void beyond the horizon before anyone could react.

Then, at some point, the red line suddenly straightened.

Although I don't know what this red line represents and what kind of purpose it has, Li Heping, who has experienced a hundred battles, still made the most accurate judgment in the shortest possible time.

He reached out and grabbed the thread, followed by the rest of the search and rescue team. Because it was near the horizon, they could fall into the void if they were not careful, so they didn't make any drag movements, they simply held it.

The shadows of the old days returned, and they were too close to each other to remain still. But through that straight red line, the kind of spiritual oppression, deterrence, and even whipping that is transmitted is constantly filtered and intercepted while passing through one hand.

The pressure is constantly dispersed.

From time to time, there was a muffled snort in the grass, and the young team members could not bear it, and there was always a risk of fainting, but no one said anything. Li Heping became more and more convinced that this red line was connected to something incredible, such as Xiang.

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sp; If that's the case, then you can't let it go. And he suspected that the source of this red line should not be the wasteland where Wenrenjing was, but ...... Xiao Ming's side.

in his

() In inference, the horizon should be the junction of some kind of space. Although it is impossible to climb over the dimensional wall to Xiao Ming's side through here, maybe this magical red line can.

Commonly known, a glimmer of hope.

When the teacher is older, he likes this kind of good meaning. Oh, he can also hold the red line while scolding in his heart, commonly known as, thousands of miles of "marriage"

A thread.

Regardless of whether it is the opposite side or not, it is definitely not a good thing in short.

But tonight things are a bit bad.

Li Heping didn't need to look up to know that the black phantom had become larger. He remembered Wen Renjing, who was accustomed to chewing words, and remembered the sentence "Black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it"

is about like that.

Can the golden cat's eye stand up?

Can Xiao Ming stand it?

Li Heping clutched the red line tightly and scolded him in his heart, trying to attract hatred.

But as Lu Zhi said, the will of the world does not depend on human beings, although Li Heping has borne a lot of pressure on his side, and some of the search and rescue team members are even about to be unable to support it, the deterrence from the void is still through the red line and finally pressed on the shoulders of Yan Yueming and Chen Ye.

Yan Yueming's eyes showed a golden luster in the dark night. He tugged at the red thread with difficulty, and was gasping for breath in an embarrassed posture lying on the ground.

In the midst of breathing, the pupils dilated. It's the same with a cat's eye in the dark.

The cat's eyes were forced back step by step, and the light became more and more dim.

The believers on the walls rose up to resist, but it was so easy to face the shadows, and when they hoped to share a little pressure on the cat god, they often fell one after another.

Within two hours, there weren't many people left on the wall.

But the night is far from over.

So Wu Yuan, who stayed in the wasteland, set a fire.

The patches of grass in the wasteland were extremely flammable, and almost in the blink of an eye, the firelight became a piece of fire, and gradually burned the plain into a sea of fire. But in fact, it is a foul act to light a fire in the wasteland at night, and the light of the fire will shine on its own shadow, exposing itself to the shadows of the past.

Wu Yuan, who finished setting the fire, rolled in the swamp, covering himself in mud. Like a stranded fish, hide in a hidden place in exchange for a moment of respite.

He didn't really know if it was useful or not, but it was instinctive for humans to raise torches in the face of hopeless, unshakable darkness. Maybe in this absurd and weird crack world, the fire on the ground can burn the giant octopus in the sky?

This dish is called charcoal-grilled octopus.

Wu Yuan thought bitterly.

All the creatures of the wasteland witnessed the fire.

Even Wen Renjing, Zhang Jiaoyue, Jiang Fan and others on the dimensional wall vaguely saw a faint red light from the broken screen covered with snowflakes.

What's going on down there?

Their hearts were pounding, and at this moment, the cat suddenly began to run.

The big black and yellow cat, thinking that he had suddenly discovered something, rushed like a bolt of lightning to Wen Renjing's side, and ran towards the depths of the wasteland.

"Wait for me!" Wen Renjing hurriedly followed.

He didn't want to wait any longer, the wait was scorching. Zhang Jiaoyue and Jiang Fan glanced at each other and immediately followed. Other search and rescue teams

When the members saw this, how could they stay where they were?

Run.

Maybe moving will make a difference.

The wasteland at night is good for wrestling, good for fouls, but for cats, unimpeded. It ran without distraction, through the grass and over the mound of dirt that had been dug out, its bright, alert cat's eyes keeping an eye on it until it found its target.

It saw that there was a red thread in the night wind.

The swaggering red thread is hidden in the darkness, as if there is nothing. Maybe it was instinct that it wanted to dial it, so it did the same.

It nimbly climbed up the tree, leaped down from the tree, and its outstretched paws crossed the red line with precision, and then landed, letting out a crisp meow, "Meow." ”

Red line tremor.

All those who are strung together by the red thread can feel a sudden relaxation. And Li Heping turned his stiff neck, looked at the team members who had fallen to the ground, and when he looked at the huge black phantom again, he found that it began to roll.

In the tumbling, the black mist stirred and the tentacles danced, as if to express some kind of anger.

Cats are also angry.

Its paws showed out, and the stray cats, large and small, followed it and ran over, barking all over the mountains. In the midst of that noisy and shrill cry, the big cat burst out again like lightning, and its paws hooked the red line and pressed down.

"Smack." Hearing the scene, it was as if I heard the sound of the thread breaking.

Half of the broken red thread floated into the distance and disappeared completely, and the other half remained on the cat's paws, obviously not entangled, but not blown away by the wind.

"Meow." The cat was barking, and those eyes looked at the scene, as if to say something.

Red line?

Cat?

What are you talking about?

Wen Renjing ran out of breath, and his brain was also very messy. But as one of the humans who communicates best with cats here, as a student of Garden Road, he thinks he can.

Think about how teachers and seniors usually teach you, and think about how to deal with it. Calm down first.

Cats are harmless.

At least in this wasteland, it's friend and foe. He has also seen this kind of red thread, and seniors often use them to make woolen balls, and rhubarb also loves them. Cats love it too.

Is it some kind of guidance?

What can they find along this red line? Or where to go?

"Hu ......" Wen Renjing adjusted his breathing, walked in front of the cat, and stretched out his hand, "Let's be together, okay?" Can you trust us again? ”！