What he had in his hand was half a wet rattan and a clump of damp dirt, and a few inches of green grass hung from it.

"What's going on?"

Shen Luo hurriedly shook off the things in his hand, and after quickly glancing around, the remaining sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

He was not in bed in his hut at the moment, but sitting on a dirt floor in the wilderness.

Shen Luo got up with an ugly face and looked around.

Only then did he realize that the place where he was lying was overgrown with weeds, the sound of insects chirping one after another, and it was faintly visible in front and behind him that it was a muddy path that could only be passed by one person, and he did not know where it led. A little farther away, there was a faint fog, which made the view even more obstructed, and it was not clear what to see.

Shen Luo slapped his cheeks hard with his two palms, and a hot pain came, telling him that he was not dreaming at the moment.

"What's the matter? I was sleeping in the house, why did I suddenly come to such a place? Could it be that someone silently hijacked the Spring and Autumn Temple?"

Thinking of this, Shen Luo hurriedly checked the clothes on his body, raised his sleeves again, and carefully looked at the Spring and Autumn View logo on the sleeves. Then after moving his hands and feet, his heart was slightly relieved.

He vaguely remembered that he slept with his clothes yesterday because he was too tired, and now the clothes on his body have not changed, and his body is not abnormal.

Shen Luo's heart was full of surprise, but he knew that the top priority at the moment was to figure out where he was now.

He forced himself to calm down and looked around again.

There was a cold atmosphere in the air nearby, it was obviously summer, but it was as cold as late autumn, which made him feel that his clothes were obviously thin, and he couldn't help but tighten the placket of his robe.

Shen Luo suddenly remembered something, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sky was like an endless black curtain, except for a lonely moon that hung in the air like a crooked tooth, casting a little light that was not very bright, and it was obviously still night.

At this moment, the whining wind came from a distance, as if a ghost was crying, but it blew away a lot of the nearby fog, so that it could finally see some vague scenes.

He took a deep breath and walked slowly and cautiously along the path.

Soon after, patches of flat land began to appear on both sides of the road, and in some places there were rows of crops planted, which seemed to be fields.

The fields without crops were covered with fluffy soil, which must have been cultivated for a short time during the day.

Seeing this situation, Shen Luo's mood relaxed a little.

Since there are fields and signs of people living there, there should be no danger to him, although it is not clear how he came here for no reason, but there is no time to investigate it at this time.

He quickened his pace a little, and continued along the country road.

......

The night fog thinned and the distant scenery gradually came into view.

A little outside the front, you can vaguely see some sparsely scattered houses built against the mountain, and there are sporadic lights, which look a little blurry.

When Shen Luo saw this, he was overjoyed.

Just go to the house over there and you should be able to figure out where you are.

With this thought in his heart, he felt that the lights in the distance seemed to bring him some warmth, and his steps were a little faster.

In a short time, he was less than a hundred feet away from where the lights came out.

This is really a small mountain village, the village is not big, and there are only a dozen households.

But it was late at night, and the village was silent, and it looked dark, except for a little light in a house in the middle of the village.

Shen Luo walked along the path to the entrance of the village, paused slightly, and only walked into the mountain village after making sure that he did not see the activities of the villagers, but he didn't take a few steps, but he "bang", his toes hurt, and he kicked something coldly.

The thing rolled out of the way.

He looked down in shock, only to see that what had rolled out was a half-dirty stake, and there was another one not far from his feet.

At first glance, these two wooden stakes do not seem to be ordinary objects, and there are some strange patterns carved on their surfaces.

Shen Luo took a closer look, only to find that these patterns were actually composed of some runes.

He frowned, leaned down, picked up the half of the stake under his feet, and put it in front of him to examine it carefully.

The runes on the stake looked very rough and rudimentary, far less complex than the runes he had drawn, but they were twisted one by one on the stake, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

He just took a closer look at it twice, and suddenly felt dizzy, and hurriedly turned his head not to look, and his heart was shocked.

The runes on this stake have such an ability, I wonder what will happen if they are drawn on the rune paper?

Shen Luo guessed wildly in his heart, and silently carried the Xiaohua Yang Gong, so that a wave of Yang Gang Qi was born from the dantian and traveled to the right hand, making the palm of the hand slightly hot.

Then he reached out and touched the runes on the surface of the stake, and without noticing anything unusual, he quickly withdrew his hand.

After Shen Luo hesitated for a moment, he threw half of the stake in his hand to its place, and strode towards the house with the light.

This is not the time to delay, and it is not too late to study it after he has figured out the situation.

He came to the open space in front of his house and stopped again.

There was a collapsed shrine in front of the house.

Under the faint light of the window, Shen Luo could see clearly, the shrine was more than one person high, the whole body was pitch black, there was no tablet, only a lying incense burner, and the incense ash was scattered on the ground.

What made him care was that there were runes engraved on the shrine, which were very similar to those on the wooden stake at the entrance of the village, but the runes here were as red as blood, as if they were drawn in blood, and they looked a little crazy.

Shen Luo stared at the shrine, his face a little cloudy.

At this moment, a cold night wind blew, causing several large trees near the house to rattle, and large leaves flew down from the sky.

A large amount of fog was also carried by the strong wind, rolling past the village, making the already dim light in front of the house even darker, and the houses of other villagers also became hazy, as if they could disappear in the fog at any time.

Shen Luo felt that the air near him seemed to be a little colder, the temperature on his body was dropping sharply, and his limbs felt a little tingling in the wind, so he could only take a deep breath, temporarily abandon some worries in his heart, and walk to the door with the lights on in a few steps.

When he raised his hand to knock on the door, his movements froze, and then he slowly withdrew his outstretched hand.

Shen Luo's face was a little suspicious, and after his nose moved slightly, he looked down at the ground, and his pupils suddenly shrank into a needle's eye.

I saw a stream of black blood gushing out of the crack in the door, almost spreading to his feet, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

Shen Luo's face turned pale, and he immediately turned around and rushed towards the road he came.

The sound of the wind ringed wildly in his ears on both sides of him, and the breath in his mouth became extremely cold, as if several knives were constantly rubbing and scraping inside.

Shen Luo felt that he had never run so fast in his life, as if his chest was about to burst, and he ran to the entrance of the village in a blink of an eye, but his footsteps did not stop at all, and he was about to rush out of the village in one breath.

"Bang".

His body suddenly froze, and the whole person threw himself straight to the ground, and even pulled a deep mark half a foot long on the ground.

Shen Luo only felt stiff and cold, and there seemed to be something cold on his chest, squirming against his skin.

Shen Luo let out a difficult low roar in his throat, his hands were desperately clenched into fists, and he regained some strength, and suddenly ripped open the placket of his chest, stared wide, and looked down.

I saw that on his chest, I don't know when two clear and abnormal black palm prints appeared, the size of an ordinary person, pitch black as ink, moving upwards quickly, the place where he passed was abnormally cold, making every inch of skin stand upside down, and in a blink of an eye, he crawled to the sides of his neck, as if the real thing was tightened a little bit......