The sudden engravings on the stone were like haunted, and they successfully suppressed all the men who were still killing the world.

The man wrote it in a stroke and stroke, and the force penetrated the back of the stone. The hard part rubbed the "squeak" sound that made people's teeth sore. He wrote the word "careful" three times in a row. The handwriting became bigger and faster, faster and more sloppy, and the last few strokes almost ran and flipped again.

A little shrill.

Nanshan waved his hand silently, walked under the stone, slowly stretched out his hand, and touched the last stroke in the air. I don’t know what he touched, but the handwriting stopped abruptly, with only some stone dandruff broken inside in the marks on the huge rock.

Nanshan: "Who?"

There was no answer, and the sky was empty and silent.

No matter who is not afraid of supernatural events, he can't help but feel cold on his back in the face of the haunted ironclad evidence. Chu Huan only felt that there was a pair of gazes in the depths of the darkness that he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, as if he was always staring at them.

In the flash of lightning, two questions flashed through Chu Huan's mind that had always been lingering in his mind:

Back then... who spread the news of the fall?

Is “it” really a whole?

Chu Huan asked softly: "Why are you careful? Who are you?"

This time no one answered again, and the other party seemed to have made up his mind not to cheat the zombie again.

The words on the stone surface are authentic Liyi clan characters, and they are written very standard, at least more than Chu Huan, the standard for becoming a talented person.

Then it goes without saying who this is written for, and there are three "careful" warnings in a row. Anyone with no problem with their eyes can see the anxiety and panic in it, which is definitely not the enemy's provocation and intimidation.

This hidden in the dark...whether it is a person or something else - it seems to be trying to help them.

Chu Huan bent his index finger and gently knocked on the huge rock. Hard and cold are not fake.

"The villagers in the valley suffocate us. The wizards can burst out with uninspiring fire... We are also being chased by those monsters and monsters all the way," Chu Huan squatted slowly in front of the huge rock, leaning against the "haunted" huge rock without any taboos, murmured, "What does this mean?"

After asking, he did not wait for someone else's answer, and asked and answered himself: "This shows that there is a rule that is falling into place - their consciousness can be materialized."

Nanshan frowned: "You mean that your wishes come true? Then why can't we do it?"

"Baby, that's because we're outside the rules." Chu Huan whispered, "We're not swallowed, so our consciousness is isolated from 'it', but..."

But whether it is the puppets who unconsciously participate in the beating of their puppets or the wizards who consciously communicate with them, they all have one common characteristic, that is, their bodies are nearby.

Chu Huan looked around at this moment, even climbed up the big stone, lifting the fire on the scepter higher, but still found no one nearby - no humanoid.

"I don't necessarily mean to say a possibility," Chu Huan said after a long time, "I was wondering whether these people who were swallowed by 'it' were also divided into different levels?"

At the beginning, the people they met were confused and basically just screaming.

Later, the ones they met were more powerful than the other, from suffocating them to chasing them and fighting them...

If Ruger leads the way correctly, the rule presented is that the closer to Shenxing Island, the higher the level of the person being swallowed.

"If there is really such a level, I think the level of this person who carved words on the stone must be very high. As for how high it is..." Chu Huan paused.

Yuan Ping, who had been letting him sing a one-man show, seemed to come to his senses a little.

Yuan Ping responded coldly: "The closer to Shenxing Island, the longer it will be swallowed. Suppose the person who carved the words on the stone is with us, how did he maintain such a long consciousness without death?"

Yuan Ping was probably upset, and as he spoke, his tone became cold: "It doesn't make sense, please stop talking."

Chu Huan: "That may not be..."

He stopped talking and was interrupted by Yuan Ping's impatient snorting.

Chu Huan gave him a blank look: "You took the gun medicine? What if the person who engraved the letter was not swallowed up? What if the person who engraved the letter was part of the 'it'?"

Yuan Ping was stunned.

They were discussing before whether this "it" is a whole or consists of several parts. If "it" is really not a single consciousness, nor does it have the possibility of internal fighting between each other and fighting with each other.

Ruge stood quietly, as if he had not kept up with the two of them, and his thoughts were still on the previous question. Until Nanshan called him away, Ruge looked down and asked, "In other words, only those who were devoured can take advantage of the rules here?"

Yuan Ping avoided his gaze in a low tone and gave a flat answer: "Yes, but first of all, you must ensure that your consciousness is still your own, not your puppet."

When Ruge heard this, he nodded without any expression, with a calm look on his face, he slightly sorted out his bow and arrow, and raised his legs and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Ping finally couldn't help it. After peeking at their patriarch several times, he took a few steps, followed Luge, and coughed dryly in a low voice: "Class Chief..."

Ruger raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

"I..." Yuan Ping was a little hesitant, "I... that..."

Ruger didn't know what he was difficult to say, so he asked in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Yuan Ping gritted his teeth, and after a while, he said with a blushing face, "I'm really a straight person."

Ruger paused.

After Yuan Ping said that, his heart was overwhelmed.

The gatekeepers have a natural, chick-like sense of belonging to their patriarch. Even though Yuan Ping's past memories are still there, it is not so easy to abandon his instinct in terms of emotions.

If someone else dared to reject their patriarch, Yuan Ping would have searched the guy and killed the other party, but it was his turn...

Yuan Ping always believed that he was different from those like Chu Huan who put moral integrity in the funnel. He had a firm position and a good reputation. His expectations for his feelings and his partner were traditional and conservative throughout the process, and he never planned to change his sexual orientation in the middle.

Besides, even if the Ruge patriarch was really a woman, Yuan Ping would never dare to have any inappropriate thoughts about his family patriarch.

Nanshan was shocked by their strange atmosphere and was about to ask questions, but Chu Huan smiled muffled and hooked his neck tightly, preventing him from turning back.

Only Xiaolu, the poisonous snake hanging on Chu Huan's shoulder, poked out a head tremblingly and stared at Yuan Ping curiously.

Yuan Ping hadn't waited for Ruge to answer for a long time, and couldn't help but feel uneasy. He finally plucked up the courage to look up at Ruge, and saw that their patriarch's extremely inconspicuous facial activities were effectively expressed inexplicable.

Ruger: "What is straight?"

After saying that, he looked up and down at Yuan Ping's standing posture, and nodded in no way, "It's OK, it's straight, what's wrong?"

Yuan Ping was speechless and felt that his lumbar disc seemed to be a little prominent.

Ruger's patience was always limited. Seeing his colorful expression and the stupid look that he couldn't say a word for a long time, he couldn't help frowning: "What the hell do you want to say?"

Yuan Ping: "...It's nothing, patriarch, let's go."

Who is their patriarch? It is sacred and inviolable. To a certain extent, except for the fact that his temper is really not very kind, he is a qualified mountain god with no blind spots in his 360 degrees. How can he measure it with the thoughts of mortals?

Yuan Ping thought that he must have seen that he was about to suffocate to death, and the patriarch gave him a breath. His thoughts must have suddenly become dirty, and he could even imagine it. Eighty times it was influenced by Chu Huan.

Yuan Ping secretly made up his mind to draw a clear line with the beast surnamed Chu after he went back, so as to avoid being brought out of unhealthy trends by his grandson.

The road that followed may have been relatively peaceful because of the rare travels, but the three "cautions" that were sobbing and crying in their hearts still made people feel unbearable.

"Can you see the water by climbing over this mountain?" Feeling that the air became wetter and wet, Nanshan asked Ruge while reaching out to measure the length of the scepter. At this time, the patriarch's scepter, which had been passed down from generation to generation, was only half the length of the beginning.

Nanshan sighed, feeling like he was about to end his journey.

Ruger thought for a while and said uncertainly: "I only know the general location, whether to climb over this mountain or the next mountain, it is not clear, it should be almost there."

"What's the matter after we arrive?" Chu Huan asked, "How can I get there?"

Ruger once again showed his arrogant question and question: "I don't know, there is always a way."

Nanshan knew that his old friend was always "Heaven is the eldest, and he Ruge is the second". He could not count on things from mortals, so he raised his scepter a little and observed for a moment: "There should be fishermen by the sea. Let's first see if there are any boats. The fishermen have lived by the sea for generations. They have resold so many things on the island. They can't be lucky every time. There must be some way to go there. I think Shenxing Island should not be as magical as it is spread outside."

Several people were talking while climbing to the top of the mountain. At the highest point, Chu Huan could see the sea without having to call out the telescope function.

This was the quietest sea he had ever seen in his life. At this distance, he could no longer hear the sound of waves, nor even smell the unique salty smell of the sea. From a distance, the waves slapped on the empty beach like jade, causing fine and lifeless white waves.

There are fishing villages by the sea, and fishing villages are like ruins, with small houses standing up like haunted houses. There is nothing else except that.

No one can be seen.

Chu Huan stared at the small fishing village, his heartbeat suddenly became faster. His hair was standing up instinctively, and his heart felt extremely uneasy.

The four of them carefully went down the mountain. Just after halfway through the mountain, Chu Huan heard the whispers. He turned his head slightly and whispered to Nanshan, who was opening the road: "There are people below, there are still many people, be careful."

As they got closer and closer to the foot of the mountain, for Chu Huan, the whispers quickly turned into noisy waves.

Chu Huan heard someone talking loudly, some roaring, some screaming, and even some laughing. All kinds of voices were uniformly exuding a creepy ghostly spirit, mixed together, just like an enhanced version of the background sound of a mental hospital, mixed with the real sound, coming from all directions, making him miserable.

Chu Huan's hearing is very sensitive, and his hearing often affects his judgment of the surrounding environment. Whenever he encounters hearing interference, it will greatly affect his performance.

Nanshan suddenly stood still with his footsteps, raised his scepter slightly, and whispered: "Shh, look."

When they arrived here, they could already see the whole picture of the fishing village. With the Nanshan torches swept away, they saw people hidden everywhere in front of the house and behind the bedside doors. They were men, women, young and old, and in different shapes, but they were all staring at a place - where they were.

Chu Huan suddenly had goose bumps on his body. He pulled Nanshan without thinking: "Retreat, take a detour, hurry!"

But it's too late.

Chu Huan's speech fell, and a fire suddenly appeared at the end of the fishing village. The fire was like a flowing torch, and it was instantly transmitted to the entire village. The entire fishing village was trapped in a sea of ​​red fire, with thick fog rolling in front of them and the fires soaring into the sky.

The originally chirping, disorderly whispers gradually became low, and gradually became the same sound, becoming clearer and clearer, and finally it was shocking and deafening.

They were shouting in unison: "Thieves! Invaders! Thieves!"

This time, when Chu Huan did not take the initiative to communicate, the devoured people could already feel them!

"It's over. I feel like we are stepping on the enemy's sensitive point with one foot," Yuan Ping whispered, "My opinion is that we avoid the edge of the enemy, and the wind is tightly thrust - by the way, is the fire definitely real? Is it hot?"

Chu Huan rolled his eyes when he heard this. Yuan Ping seemed to have suffered from "aliasm allergies" - he thought that everything that could threaten his life was hallucinations.

However, although this revolutionary optimism is not worthy of encouragement, his opinion is obviously correct.

At this time, Nanshan also turned around and quietly gestured to them - go up the mountain and go back.
To be continued...