The fat man gasped and wiped the water from his face that blurred his eyes.
He shouted excitedly, "I brought the wooden fish out!", but suddenly he met the sad and sad eyes of Wu Xie and Xiao Ge.
The fat man was stunned for a moment, an indescribable despair welling up in his heart. He turned back to look at what he was holding in his hand, in disbelief.
It was indeed a person, but it was not a wooden fish, but a pan horse that had been dead for a long time.
Panma's corpse-spotted face had begun to decay, starting from the facial features, and it completely melted into transparent water in less than a moment.
The fat man looked at his empty palms. Silver scales flashed across his palms, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged. His vision began to blur. Gradually, little brother Wu Xie and the others in front of him were hidden by the mist.
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How many times has this happened?
He can't remember clearly and will forget it soon.
The clear bell lingered in his ears and the sound hypnotized him. He felt really sleepy and wanted to fall asleep, but he always remembered what was preventing him from falling asleep. It seemed that if he fell asleep, he would lose something very important to him.
s things.
His eyelids drooped uncontrollably. Fatty felt that he had forgotten a lot of things. Why was he here? He had forgotten some things after all.
The fat man slapped himself hard twice, causing him to gasp in pain, and the stimulation of pain also made him wake up a little.
In a daze, in the mist, an extremely huge ghost-like black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, towering into the clouds, with a dark and deep surface, and countless strange spell-like words engraved on it. It seemed like a piece of stone that suddenly fell from the sky.
Stele.
The fat man stood under the monument, as small as an ant standing at the feet of a giant.
He groaned in his heart. Although he couldn't understand the strange situation at the moment, he still tried to open his eyes to read the words, wanting to remember more, and later write to Tianzhen to let him recognize what was written on it.
But those tadpole words seemed to be moving. Whenever he focused his attention on a small area, the words there began to dance around, making people dizzy.
The fat man was so angry that he cursed a few times, and stretched out his hand to press it down, but it was all gone, and he fell into the mist on his head.
He didn't feel his head being hit, but when he looked up, he realized that the stone tablet had spontaneously moved back a few inches, just enough to avoid the fat man who had fallen.
"Is this strange? Is it possible that this monument is still alive?"
At this moment, the fat man was like Bima Wen, who had just entered heaven and was given an official position. He was curious and funny about the strange things in front of him, but he did not lose his mind and become angry or anything, but began to think about whether he was dreaming.
But those two slaps just now were real slaps on the face, and he still felt pain in his cheeks. If this was a dream, it would be too real.
He stared at the stele for a few times, and began to think of ways to deal with it. He still used the enumeration method he was most familiar with to rule out impossible existences.
First: Assume this is a dream, but a dream that is too real is actually a false representation.
Second: Assuming this is an hallucination, then where does this hallucination come from, why does it occur, and for some reason he always feels as if a piece of his brain has been hollowed out.
Third: Assuming that this is someone who plotted against him, this point can be combined with the second point to see that he was plotted against someone at some point and thus had an illusion. This illusion is still reflected in the form of a dream.
His way of thinking has always been simple. When he encounters something that he cannot understand, he first doubts the rationality of everything. To put it bluntly, he feels that someone is playing tricks on him. If it is not a human being, then there is a ghost playing tricks on him.
The scene in front of you is impossible to occur in reality. This is very unreasonable. Therefore, dreams are false and hallucinations are also false. Only being calculated is real.
After figuring out the secret, the fat man became furious. Which bastard is playing tricks on you, Fatty, behind your back?
I don’t know what’s going on with Tianzhen now. If they were to be tricked, they must have been tricked together.
Who was plotting against them? Could it be those mysterious Zhang family members again?
He didn't think that those simple-minded Germans who advocated using wealth to violently hit people could have such a profound and profound trick that had been handed down in China for five thousand years.
After understanding the calculation involved, Fatty made up his mind. Now that he knew he was being plotted, it would be easy to handle.
He first yelled and cursed a few times, but it was useless until his mouth went dry. Then he calmed down, walked a few steps forward, and before the monument could react, he closed his eyes tightly and rushed in with a sudden thrust.
In the dark stone monument.
He felt a lot of rain-like things floating around him quickly. When he opened his eyes, he found that his whole body was trapped in a dense fog with shadowy spots. The fog was very moist and felt cool when it floated over people's faces.
The fat man looked around. He should have entered the black monument now, but the illusion was not broken, but now his mind was completely awake.
Since he was able to get into this heavy stone without any obstacles, it meant that this thing was not real. Coupled with the rainy and mist-like touch on his skin, he suspected that this thing was actually a phantom similar to a rainbow.
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Either it is a natural phenomenon formed by the refraction and total reflection of light like a mirage, or it is something like a projector of consciousness. Someone outside the dream is deliberately guiding him to see this thing, which is similar to the legendary ghost covering his eyes.'
Whatever the ghost wants him to see, he will see it.
But none of this mattered. The fat man walked out of the stele and stared at the huge building close at hand. Only then did he realize that the words on it were not words, but a complicated and weird pattern.
"It's from me," the fat man muttered.
I don't know what mechanism this sentence opened, and the scene in front of me suddenly began to tremble, but within a moment it had collapsed until only a small area under the fat man's feet was left.
The stele disappeared at the same time as the earthquake, and a narrow staircase leading to the distance appeared in the original place. The fat man didn't care much and hurriedly ran up the staircase. The staircase behind him was also constantly collapsing, and
Getting closer.
The fat man looked back and his eyes almost popped out of his head in fear, "His mother's! His mother's!"
The stairs collapsed very quickly, and the fat man did not dare to delay at all. He ran as fast as he could in his life, but in the end he could not escape because the stairs in front also began to collapse.
Seeing that the end was right in front of him, the fat man jumped up and landed on the platform at the end of the stairs just a second before the collapse approached his feet.
He had already caught it, but there was only him and the stone platform he was holding on to in the vast space. There was no place to lean on his feet. Due to sweat, the palms of his hands kept slipping. Finally, his trembling arms could no longer support him.
His heavy body.
With a wail, the fat man fell into the endless abyss below.
The nightmare ends here——
The fat man, who was awakened by the sound of the bell, only moved his eyelids slightly, then tilted his head and fell asleep.
When he woke up from a deep sleep, he only remembered that he saw the death of the two people he cared about most. In the cycle, he tried to stop Yun Cai and Mu Yu countless times.
However, every time he thought he had worked hard to cross the death node, he would find that the death of two people could not be avoided after taking a few steps forward.
Wu Xie pointedly commented, "Actually, it's not that you can't wake up, it's that you don't want to wake up."
The fat man smiled bitterly, "No wonder Muyu is so powerful, but still has to pay such a high price to change the ending."
"Then do you know what can make forever?" Wu Xie's voice was as soft as the snowflakes falling slowly outside the window.
The fat man was a little confused and didn't know why, "What is it?"
Wu Xie mixed up the word "wooden fish" arranged with peanuts on the table and let out a long sigh.
"It's the end. Once it's over, it's forever."
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The day before departure, Zhang Zhuxun went to the patio for the last time to clear snow.
The sky is as pure as blue jade, and among the endless whiteness of snow, only the man's Tibetan robe, as red as maple, stands in the vast wind and snow. In the desolate whiteness, there is only a little residual warmth.
The voice of the lama chanting sutras was like an ethereal and distant lament. The bone-chilling wind blew from the snowy mountains in the distance. Although the place blocked by the temple wall was cold, it would not be too lonely because of the company.
Gently patting off the snow on his Tibetan robe, Zhang Zhuxun tied the last pure white khata to the stone statue, and then sat beside the stone statue, looking at the three snowmen sitting quietly by the chess table, and sighed quietly.
He was stunned, his pale face almost transparent under the light of the candle lamp.
Dan walked to the corridor entrance of the small courtyard and silently looked at a few black figures in the courtyard.
He recalled the first time he saw Zhang Zhuxun in the sacrificial temple. The man was covered in blood and his breathing was empty. He was obviously as fragile as a dying butterfly with broken wings, but his eyes were as bright as glass beads in the night sky.
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But at that time, the man's eyes were empty, and the sockets contained only a pair of beautiful beads, which were clearly black and white, and nothing could be put in them.
At that time, Dan didn't understand Rengolawa's persistence, but he just felt that this person could not be saved. There were usually people on the snowy mountains whose souls were taken away by Qiongmigo. Such people would eventually lose their consciousness and would not be able to survive.
But Rengolawa could tell that the reason why he was still hanging on without taking a breath was because he was thinking about something. No one knew what he was thinking about.
Later, his body gradually recovered but nothing changed. Master Renge said that his soul was just imprisoned somewhere in his body. Time passed by, and there would always be a day when the mountains and rivers condensed and the setting sun shone in.
Dan thought to himself that this living body might have become something that Master Renge misses, or maybe it would be abandoned after ten years when it is found to be useless. Master Renge is always very patient.
But after returning to the lamasery, Dan clearly discovered that this man's soul had returned to his body. Was it because his thoughts finally appeared? Maybe.
I only occasionally met his eyes, which were shrouded in mist, and I still couldn't see through what he was thinking.
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The towering snow-capped mountains stretch thousands of miles across, and the snow line is endless. The strong wind carries a sad cry from the depths of the soul, making it hoarse.
It started to snow on the evening of the first day in the mountains, but it was not heavy. It was just the strong wind that was exhausting. It lasted for three days before there was any sign of stopping, but the storm gradually became more intense.
Zhang Zhuxun and his party of five were all wrapped in tight windproof mountaineering cotton clothing, wearing mountaineering snow goggles, and kept walking according to the map.
Since I have the experience of climbing Changbai Mountain and have not reached the most dangerous place, although there are difficulties in traveling, it is not insurmountable.
It is now the fifth day of entering the snow-capped mountains. At their current traveling speed, they still have at least one week to go before their destination, Wenbu Gongga Holy Lake.
As evening approached, they found a cave on a cliff that was barely sheltered from the wind and not covered by snow to rest.
Zhang Haixing defaulted to being the team leader and raised her hand to signal everyone to wait outside while she went inside to explore the situation.
It stands to reason that such caves are likely to be home to large snowy mountain animals, but the traces they found within five meters of the entrance were all left a long time ago, at least more than half a month ago.
The wind is really strong tonight. Even if the tent we camped in the past few days is now firmly set up, it will still be blown up by the strong wind in the middle of the night. It will not be good if we injure people. Injuries on snowy mountains can be fatal if you are not careful.
things.
Zhang Haixing went in and used a flashlight. He didn't go far before he stepped on a hill of rotten bones on the ground.
She flipped through it casually and saw the rotten bones of an animal horn inside. Based on her own experience, she judged that these should be the bones of a wild antelope. There were many sharp and rough bite marks on the bones, so she could not tell what kind of carnivore it was.
There are traces of the beast.
She picked up the walkie-talkie and called someone outside, "Feng, I found a lot of bones inside. It's been a while. Come in and help identify them."
Feng himself was an associate professor of zoology with a specialization in the field. When he heard Zhang Haixing's call, he looked at Zhang Chuxun who was leaning on the cave wall marking the map as if asking for instructions, because among all the people present, only Zhang Chuxun had the highest strength value.
, Zhang Haixing, the team leader, really exists in name only.
It got dark very fast on the snow-capped mountains. In the blink of an eye, the snow line outside was already dark. Wu Xie couldn't bear the cold, so he hung up a heating lamp and urged the fat man to light a smokeless stove with materials to warm his hands.
Sensing Feng's look, Zhang Zhuxun put the map back into his backpack and told Wu Xie and Wu Xie, "You two, be careful here. I'll go in and take a look."
The fat man patted the gun hanging on his waist and said, "Don't worry, the fat man's marksmanship is first-rate and accurate."
Wu Xie also nodded and threw two pieces of dried ginger into a small pot of hot water on the smokeless stove.
Zhang Zhuoxun walked out of the cave and placed several serial sentry cannons around the cave about ten meters away. Then he returned to the cave and walked inside with Feng.
Walking to the pile of animal bones, Zhang Haixing's footprints had already gone deeper. He probably couldn't wait and took the first step.
Feng picked a relatively complete tibia and looked at it under the light. "It is indeed the remains of an antelope, but the bite marks on it are a bit strange."
"Why is it strange?" Zhang Zhuxun took it and looked at it, groping with his fingertips a few times, "These marks don't seem to be left by the same beast."