After the cliff house, I thought the road ahead was easier. I had been on a journey for another hour, and I saw a bright light in the east. Standing on the high mountain ridge and looking back at the uninhabited valley, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart. With me, an ordinary man, it is a miracle that I can come out.

With little time left, I didn't dare to stop. I want to take advantage of the cool night and travel more. The mountain road was getting narrower and narrower, so I could only slow down, turn sideways, and walk slowly.

The water on my body had already been drunk, and I took the bamboo tube filled with water and looked around. I hope to find a clear spring and drink it. However, apart from the strange smell of deep gloom, there was not the slightest sound of spring water to be heard.

With such a vast mountain, how can there be a river and a clear spring?

I patted my head and laughed at my whims. If you continue like this, it's no wonder that you won't be killed. So, I decided to walk all night and wait until the sun rose, but I was afraid that I would not be able to walk on this mountain road. I could clearly feel that the air was slowly heating up, and everything was waiting for a long-awaited summer rain.

I climbed atop a huge reef, and on the edge of the cliff stood a thousand-year-old pine.

I staggered away like a savior.

I knew I was already severely dehydrated and that if I didn't hydrate quickly, I would collapse and fall into a coma. I was visibly exhausted, and after several attempts, I failed to climb the thousand-year-old pine. How could I be. I hung my head and couldn't figure out why.

I want to give up and take a good rest.

Then the elf flew over again and said to me, "This place is not good for a long time. ”

"What's wrong. "I don't understand.

The elf flickered his eyes and said, "This place is full of yin, I'm afraid it's a trap laid by the ghosts." You see, there is no sign of life in this radius of several miles. Only on this reef grows such a luxuriant thousand-year-old pine. ”

I looked down, and sure enough, the trees and the grass were all yellow. I didn't notice anything before.

Mo is not the legendary Flaming Mountain.

My eyes widened and I didn't believe what the elf said was true.

I'm going to pick some pine leaves and rehydrate, but I'm afraid I won't last long.

You can't just wait to die.

I stood on top of the rock, looking helplessly at the heavens and the earth, and there was a sense of frustration in my heart. This feeling comes from within. This slow journey, not only is there ghosts blocking me, but also nature's test of me. It caught me off guard.

"What should I do? I asked the elf.

The elves sympathized with me, but they didn't dare to approach the thousand-year-old pine. If there is a demon who sets up an obstacle, will it not fall into its arms? It's better to be cautious. The elf flew back into my ear and whispered, "Take the arrow, aim it at the heart of the thousand-year-old tree, and shoot it at it." ”

I have no reason not to believe the words of the elves.

"I'm sorry. As he spoke, the sharp arrows had already flown out.

I looked nervously at the thousand-year-old tree, hoping it wasn't what the elf feared.

The sharp arrow pierced the heart of the thousand-year-old tree, and a black shadow fell to the edge of the cliff, and then disappeared into the abyss.

On the edge of the cliff, only a pile of dead branches remained.

I secretly felt a chill in my heart, if it wasn't for the elf's reminder and the courage to climb up, then I would have fallen for the tricks of the demons and died in the canyon. It seems that there are many ghosts trying to stop me from going to the mortal world. I'm going to be more careful.

I clenched my fists and wrote some elves.

The elf said, "Although you have not been hit, the danger has not been lifted. You have to find a water source as soon as possible. Otherwise, when the sun comes out, you won't have a chance. ”

But how do you find a source of water? I'm at a loss.

The elf said, "Where there are monsters, there is a water source, so hurry up and hit the road!"

It seems that this road is destined to be a life and death. The first one was harmonized by me, and the second one didn't know what kind of danger it would be. If the next I encounter a demon, it will be a fight to the death. However, since I am here, I have to break through, even if I am crushed by the sea of bones, I am duty-bound.

The sky was already white, and I struggled along the overgrown mountain road. Along the way, the few lonely spirits attacked me a few times, but I didn't meet the demonic beasts that the elves said.

It is said that the monsters live on the cliffs, and in such a dangerous place, the ghosts and beasts dare not rush to it.

The elves have been leading me in front of me, and such an ancient path is enthusiastic, which makes me feel that the road is not lonely, and I sincerely thank it. Without it, I don't know how many detours I would have taken, and I would have encountered less evil spirits.

I was exhausted from the night's travel. I dragged my tired body and tried to keep up with the elf.

Finally, the elf stopped in the air, watching warily ahead.

I know that the monster it talks about is just ahead.

I climbed a mountain and looked out to see a canyon in front of me.

The elf flew back to me and said, "Warcraft lives at the bottom. ”

I leaned over and saw that the canyon was thousands of kilometers long, and it would take me a lot of hours to walk through it.

I asked the elf, "There is a shortcut here." ”

The elf shook his head and said, "Yes, there is, but it's dangerous. ”

I have put life and death aside, and any danger has become a daily order for me. No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, I will continue without hesitation. Besides, if I hold back, all that awaits me is death.

If I can't get to the Afterlife, I'll be destroyed.

I felt imminent.

I said to the elf, "Tell me, where is that shortcut?"

The elf said, "In your hands." ”

I was stunned and looked down at my empty palms, thinking that the elf was joking. Such an urgent matter should not be treated as child's play. I stood on top of the mountain peak, and the pale sky had already set off the valley picturesquely. I was very unhappy, and I straddled my feet between the two peaks, and looked closely, and it was pure nonsense that there were any shortcuts. I developed a strong resentment towards the elves.

The elf saw my suspicions, flapped its wings, flew back into my ear, and said to me, "Do you see the mouth of the canyon?"

I should go over to the mouth of the canyon, overgrown with long rattans, which hang down like long loofahs, and sway in the wind.

"Does this have anything to do with me?" I wondered.

The elf said, "This is the shortcut you want." ”

My mouth opened in an O-shape, how could this be. The elves have fallen into the trap of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and they are giving me to the monsters as a delicious meal. I couldn't help but draw my sword and prepare for the decisive battle.

Seeing this, the elf knew that I had misunderstood, and hurriedly said, "Take out your divine sword, cut off seventy-seven and forty-nine rattans, and then connect them together, so that it can go to the bottom of the valley and find the demonic beast." ”

"It really worked. "Still skeptical.

The elf opened his eyes wide and said seriously, "Trust me. ”

Its sincerity dispelled my concerns, and I leapt down the mouth of the canyon, swung my sword, and slashed at the thick rattan of the bowl. Perhaps God forbid, the rattan did not fall into the canyon, but consciously entwined itself and then continued all the way.

I picked up the sword, patted the dust off my hands, walked to the mouth of the canyon, and without saying a word, grabbed the rattan and quickly slid down. In the blink of an eye, I was at the bottom. But before he could stand on his heels, a gust of wind blew out of a hole in the valley bottom. I just felt that it was dark in front of me, and I fell on a flat stone at the bottom of the valley.

I struggled to get up, but eventually I lost consciousness.