It was like the sound of sand sliding gently at night in the desert of the Western Regions. Li Luo squatted down, stretched out his hand to block the path of a few tricolor grasses, waved the grass's neck, touched his palm lightly, and then took a detour. Li Luo took a detour.
Luo was very surprised, and curiously picked up a piece of tricolor grass. As soon as the grass left the ground, it struggled and twisted in his hand. There was no sound, but for some reason a thin moan sounded in his mind. The tricolor grass
They really can move. Their roots are also feet and they can walk at night. Li Luo was greatly surprised. It was really rare for plants to be able to move. He was still waiting to see what the feet of these three-color grass looked like. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.
Come on, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized something was wrong. Just when he picked up this tricolor grass, the tricolor grasses that were moving slowly around him suddenly stopped and stood quietly under the night sky.
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The grass has no eyes, no nose, and no hands, but Li Luo has an inexplicable and extremely weird feeling. These three-color grass are all looking at him, concentrating on him. He felt a chill in his heart, and he quickly let go of the three-color grass.
Throwing it back to the ground, the tricolor grass twisted a few times and then started to move again. After it left, the stagnant tricolor grass on the side started to move again, no longer paying attention to this uninvited guest. Li Luo grew a
He sighed, suppressed the surprise in his heart, and looked up at the ridge in the distance. He could see the woods moving under the starlight. The trees moved much faster than the grass. From a distance, they looked like an army marching at night.
Not far away, Li Luo saw clearly the true appearance of a gray-black house. There were white trees beside the houses, and black rice fields in front of the trees, which looked very much like the rice fields under the volcano. Walking in
In this rice field, the rice flowers seemed to still have lingering fragrance. He looked around. In an instant, the tricolor grass disappeared. There was the same field on the left and right. He seemed to be standing in the center, but he could only see his back.
, when he turned his head, someone also turned their head at the same time, and that figure was clearly his own. Above his head, and in all directions, there were exactly the same mirror worlds. Only the feeling of stepping on the ground was still real, and everything around him seemed to be...
It's illusory, and the entrance you walked in has disappeared without a trace.
Walking along a path paved with stones, he in the mirror world was also walking at the same time. A small river lay across the road. There was no bridge, the blue waves were swaying, and there were no weird colors. It was almost the same as the water in Dagan.
There was no wind, and the water surface was like a mirror with no ripples, so Li Luo did not notice that the water in the river was flowing upside down. The river was several feet wide, and it would have been impossible to cross it unless he used Qinggong. However, he never used the energy to cross the river.
, but raised his feet and took one step, already on the other side of the river.
After walking past the white trees and arriving at the house, the door was closed, and the windows were covered with blue cloth, maybe paper, spotless. It seemed that time had stopped before entering, waiting for someone to break in.
After that, time just started to flow here. There were some simple utensils piled in the fence yard, shaped like shovels and rakes from the Dagan countryside. There were also some weird-shaped utensils with unknown purposes, neatly placed.
Under the eaves.
He did not enter the house, but sat down against the white tree outside the yard. The rice in the field had been harvested for two seasons. Both times he watched the green rice fields slowly and heavily drooping rice ears, and the vegetable field next to them was always filled with green.
, the four seasons are the same.
I don’t know since when there were more people here. They passed by him every day. There were adults and children, men and women, old and young, talking silently, wearing weird clothes, and doing weird things.
Action. There are also people in those rice fields, busy harvesting, using strange tools. Sometimes he will go to the fields to help, smiling at everyone passing by him, but no one talks to him, just like
It's like I haven't seen him.
Occasionally, some outsiders come, riding strange war horses. They come and go like the wind, faster than Shepherd Sirius' best galloping war horse. Sometimes there are boats that can float in mid-air and can move without sails.
soon.
Time passed day by day, like the water in that small river, calm and smooth. Until one day, these people packed their bags and left here.
Li Luo stood outside the fence and watched as they gathered up their clothes, books, and some other objects of unknown purpose. They left the house one by one, gathered together and walked away. Li Luo followed, and the view
As time goes by, they walked through the mountains and the sea, through the ice and snow, and through the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Every time they passed a place, they would stay for as long as it took, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, but Li Luo had already
There is no concept of time, just a bystander, quietly watching the ebb and flow of the tide and the flowers blooming and withering. Every time they leave, they take a lot of things with them, including paper and pens, as well as words and paintings, but they
They will leave traces of their existence, those houses, and those rice fields.
Although they would stop briefly, they kept walking, just like the tricolor grass Li Luo saw when he first came here, walking in one direction. No one told him where they were going, so
He could only watch. He could feel the sounds around him, the wind, rain, and thunder, but he couldn't feel their voices at all. It was like looking at a painting, except that the people in the painting moved.
After a short rest, they started walking again. They packed their bags and took care of their families, walking tirelessly, and he followed tirelessly, forgetting the time and whether he was hungry or not.
With this kind of non-stop walking, Li Luo felt that there were not only the people in front of him, but also others, such as the back of the mountain, such as the end of the river. He had seen the intoxicating starry sky and the pitch-black darkness.
There is no earth, passing by countless voids, countless rivers, both real and fake, and black smoke floating far away, and the blood-stained sky as it passes by, is very bright, and will last for a long time, but there is no
Sound. Whenever this happens, those people will walk out of the house and watch quietly, keep watching, and do nothing, until the place becomes peaceful, with no black smoke, no blood, and nothing that can identify that place.
The color and distance are as if they are no longer there and have returned to nothingness.
Then, they started walking.
This time, they had to cross a high mountain. The mountain was very high, like the snow-capped mountains in the far north.
This time, it was more difficult than every time before. The wind mixed with fist-sized snowflakes ruthlessly beat those who climbed the mountain, regardless of gender, young or old. This chapter has been completed!