Su Heng walked west for two days, came to the quicksand river, looked at the constantly tumbling eight-hundred-mile quicksand river, took out the mirage pearl from the ancient silver bracelet, and then held it high above his head,

"The quicksand river is above, and the mirage pearl is below, and the prayer continues westward. ”

Sure enough, the quicksand river gradually returned to calm, and Su Heng hurriedly stepped on it and quickly headed west.

Tusheng country,

The second kingdom to the west of the Cheqiu Kingdom.

Approaching the country of Tusheng, Su Heng felt a slight itch on the top of his head, I don't know why, it was exactly the same as the itching that healed after the bone was broken before, as if it was an ant crawling in the scalp, but he couldn't find anything different at all.

Tusheng Country is a very magical country, Su Heng saw that everyone here liked to hold a pot of flowers, whether it was a man or a woman, or a child or an old man, everyone was holding a pot of flowers.

This is a country that regards flowers as its life, and it must be very poetic.

Su Heng thought.

There was a faint sweet smell in the air, and after Su Heng walked into the city gate, he found that he was completely immersed in the sea of flowers, full of colorful flowers, climbing all over the city walls, blooming in the cracks of the stones in the streets, growing on the beams of wooden houses, and bathing in the sun on the top of a person's head......

Wait a minute!

Su Heng stared at him for a moment, as if he realized that something he had overlooked.

He turned his gaze back, "I'll it, what did I see?" Su Heng could guarantee that he would never swear often, he was all taken by Yan Donglai, but now he couldn't help but scold, and then rubbed his eyes.

A tall man walking in front of him on the right, a delicate fuchsia "morning glory" was dangling swaggering above his head, and the petals of this "morning glory" did not seem to fully unfold, forming a swirling sharp flower tip, a bit like a windmill playing, which looked slightly weird.

"Awesome!" Su Heng couldn't help but think a little higher at this person in his heart, and even forgot the itching on the top of his head at once, how much courage does it take for such a tall man to walk on the street wearing such delicate flowers?

What would other people think of him? Wouldn't he be embarrassed?

Su Heng took the opportunity to look around and found that other people seemed to be accustomed to this, and some people even went over to hug the big tall man, and the big tall man was also immersed in indescribable joy.

"Are you so happy with the flowers on your head?" Su Heng felt that he was going crazy, and the scene in front of him simply destroyed his perception of this world.

As he walked on, every now and then there was a man with a red or purple flower on his head that resembled a morning glory, and the conversation was not affected by these flowers, but with a happy smile on the face of the man with the flower on his head.

"Hello, uncle, I'm just here in Tusheng Country, and I want to ask you about something. Su Heng found an inn full of all kinds of flowers, leaned in front of the counter and asked a middle-aged man holding a flower pot.

"It turned out to be a new guest, it must not be easy to come, right?" the middle-aged man hugged the flower pot to the counter and said with a smile, and then under Su Heng's surprised gaze, he took out a dagger and cut his wrist.

"This ...... What is this for?" Su Heng was a little confused, could it be that this was Tu Shengguo's way of greeting him? Cut my wrists? I can't bear this, if I cut too much, I will die!

As soon as the middle-aged man cut his wrist, he quickly put the wound into the flower pot, which was a purple "morning glory", and even a little blue, when the blood was close to the flower pot, this "morning glory" suddenly stretched out its petals, and then two green silk threads stretched out from the stem of the flower with green leaves, moved slowly, and then suddenly pierced into the wound on the wrist.

Su Heng was startled and took a step back directly, this flower is a bit evil, no, no, it is very evil, what is this?

The green silk thread swelled and shrank, and there was no blood left in the wrist wound, and all of it was sucked clean by the green silk thread.

And the middle-aged man closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment, and Su Heng's sweat and hairs exploded, and a cold ice instantly climbed up from his back.

Surely this is not a trick? Are these people and these flowers crazy?

After about a stick of incense, the green silk thread on the middle-aged man's wrist left the wound "satisfied", and then slowly stroked the wound, and the wound disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally left only a shallow scar, which could not be seen if you did not look carefully.

The middle-aged man carefully hugged the flower pot down, and then smiled at Su Heng, "Forgive me, it's time to raise flowers, and there's no way to ......."

Su Heng couldn't help but take a step back, he was now chilling, and he had a feeling of falling into an ice cave, the middle-aged man in front of him didn't seem to be injured, but his face was slightly pale, and he had just been sucked a lot of blood by this flower, so he was weaker.

But what is this? Raising flowers? Isn't it watering and fertilizing?

"Do you want to stay in the hotel?" The middle-aged man's smile was a little weak, but he was still greeting Su Heng.

"Stay, stay......" Su Heng nodded hurriedly, and then after receiving the lock and key, he hurriedly went upstairs.

"Bang!"

Su Heng closed the door directly, then leaned against the door, couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, his breath was trembling, "This...... What the hell is this place?"

He didn't dare to close his eyes, because as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was full of flowers, all kinds of flowers, and strange flowers that looked like "morning glories" that grew on the heads of people here and were held in their arms.

The most terrifying thing is the green silk thread wrapped around the flower stem, like two slender little green snakes, which look so weird that it can't be done.

A tall man with a long flower on his head and crying with joy, a middle-aged man who cuts his wrists and feeds blood but still enjoys it, what is this country?

Su Heng felt as if he was dreaming, it was so abnormal!

"Guest officer!" Just when Su Heng was still thinking nonsense, suddenly there was a knock on the door, Su Heng's heart beat hard, and Su Heng, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, his voice trembled a little at this moment.

"What...... What's the matter?" Su Hengqiang held back the discomfort in his heart and said.

"Guest officer, you were in too much of a hurry to leave, and the shopkeeper asked me to deliver you the things you didn't take. Outside the door was the voice of the shopkeeper.

"What is it?" Su Heng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not the middle-aged man, he stepped forward and opened the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Su Heng's heart, which had just been relieved, was raised high again, and there was a delicate red "morning glory" on the head of the shopkeeper outside the door, and then the shopkeeper was holding a very familiar thing in his arms,

"The shopkeeper asked me to bring you the flower pots. The shopkeeper smiled cutely, but it made Su Heng feel frightened.

"I ...... I didn't ask for this pot. Su Hengqiang said with a smile.

The shopkeeper handed over the flower pot, "This is given to you by the shopkeeper, you will be able to use it soon." ”

"I use this pot...... What for?"

"Feed the mandala flowers that grow on your head......" The shopkeeper's smile suddenly became weird.