"Uh... to be exact... the gestures were given to me," the fool moved his fingers, "and combined with some Taoist priest's reasoning... After all, Wen Ling's ability to express is limited."
That's a very polite statement.
"Wen Ling clearly knew that bringing the mummy could prevent injuries, so why was he still bitten like this?" This time it was Qin Yin who asked the question.
The fool raised his head and traced back, "Let me tell you the whole story... At the beginning, the ground cracked and the machines fell. I don't know where you fell. I fell in front... It was the exit.
Nearby, Wen Ling's machine fell next to me, and then she took me to find the door. Do you still remember the space without an entrance on the second floor of the factory? In fact, this is right there..."
"What?" Qin Yin raised his head and looked around the vast ink-colored plain, "How is it possible? This place is so big..."
"The Royal City is actually very small," Luo Jiutian gave an example. "The Black Tower of the King God is also very small, but when you are in it, the sense of space is different... After all, they are also the gods of this place, which is a bit
The ability to control space is not difficult to understand, right?"
"It's understandable," Xiaolan quickly interrupted the conversation and urged Fool to continue, "Brother Fool, what happens next?"
"Wen Ling and I didn't find you in the ruins of the factory, so we decided to come back here. At this time, the rats appeared. Wen Ling knew that something had happened, so we followed the rats and ran over. Why was Wen Ling injured?
, because she slipped while running, and as soon as the mummy she was holding fell away, the mice surrounded her..." The fool recalled the scene and narrowed his eyes, "I originally wanted to
The mummy in her hand was handed to her, but she was so anxious that she rushed over. When we arrived at your place, the child was lying in your arms, and you were covered with those red and black sticky threads.
... Wen Ling shouted your name and knocked you down, and then... it was over."
Although the fool's description was very bland, Xiaolan was still deeply moved by the questions in the story.
"Where's the Taoist Priest?" Xiaolan thought of the last thing in her memory, "Didn't that kid also catch the Taoist Priest?"
"The person he originally wanted to catch should be me," the Taoist priest said slowly, "but then, he felt you Xiaolan... and changed the target."
"Hateful," Xiaolan said angrily, "Do I look like the kind of person who can't resist temptation?"
"It's probably not a matter of temptation," the Taoist priest lowered his head and muttered something vaguely, "Maybe it's because he thinks your physique is more similar to his."
"What?" Xiaolan didn't hear clearly.
"Ah! I saw the door!" Qin Yin suddenly jumped up, "It's over there...run, run."
Under Qin Yin's urging, the group of people started running. As they ran, in the hazy darkness before their eyes, the edge of a rugged cliff emerged. At the foot of the cliff, a dark door showed its outline.
The door was very heavy, and since the fool who was holding the question couldn't move, the other four people used all their strength to push the door open.
A dusty smell hit their faces, but to their smell, the air was already refreshing.
Then, there was a ray of moonlight coming from around the corner.
That's the stairwell on the second floor.
It's finally out.
Except for Wen Ling and Xiao Lan, who were seriously injured, almost everyone else was not injured. They returned safely from the trip. Everyone walked on the first floor where the concrete floor was all cracked and billowing with dust and smoke, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a sneaky figure outside the door, but they didn't feel nervous.
Because soon, the man ran over following their scent. Baomu's face was pale and rosy, looking nervous and healthy.
"What happened?"
Baomu shouted.
He first counted the number of people with his eyes, and then followed the smell of blood to find Wen Ling and Xiao Lan.
"Say it in the car, say it in the car." The fool smiled at Baomu, who was going crazy with anxiety.
"Oh, by the way," everyone walked to the wild grass outside the factory, and Qin Yin remembered to ask, "Why is Wengling purified? What is she purifying?"
"It seems that this is also a unique specialty of Sanyan," Luo Jiutian scratched his head, "My father seemed to have told me something similar. I have forgotten the specific content. My father advocated cramming teaching at that time. He taught
I only have a rough memory of things."
"It's better to wait until Wen Ling wakes up before asking her," the Taoist priest looked around, "and then we'll talk about it when we get to a safe place."
"We are safe!" Qin Yin stretched out.
The Taoist priest forced a smile.
When everyone returned to the car, the sky turned slightly white, and the car drove away.
The gentle breeze blew through the calm wild grassland.
The air and night wind flow slowly.
Rustling... rustling...
In the middle of the dense grass, a sound that did not sound like a breeze sounded.
Rustling... rustling...
The weeds began to tremble violently.
"squeak!"
"Squeak!"
One sound, two sounds...
As if in response to something, a noisy rat's cry rang out from the grass.
The gray mice stood up and looked angrily at the ruts on the dirt road and the ruined temple behind them.
Rustling... rustling...
A leg stepped out from behind the grass.
A person appeared.
The man was hidden in the darkness, with a mouse squatting on each shoulder. The mice squeaked and seemed to be having a conversation.
The man raised his head.
The first ray of morning sun reflected on his face.
He has no eyes.
On the top of the bridge of the nose, there is a scar running across it. The eyes that should have been clear are now filled with pain and decay.
He listened to the mice's conversation.
An almost obsessed smile appeared on his face.
"Sanyan..."
***
"Is Baomu okay?" The fool in the driver's seat turned and asked.
Everyone's attention was focused on Wen Ling. After the fool mentioned it, they remembered that Bao Mu was still sick.
"I'm fine," Baomu smiled haggardly, "I'm just a little tired now, but it's nothing compared to you."
The group returned to the bustling center of Wuyu Town. Although it was just dawn, the city was already in chaos. Whispers of "plague" were lingering everywhere. The people were full of panic, but the relevant personnel seemed to be...
The collective has been silent and has not responded yet.
Until each of the screaming patients suddenly found that their symptoms suddenly disappeared. Just like when the plague came, people rushed to tell each other, and the news that "the plague disappeared" slowly spread.
In the end, before all the people in the city woke up, the coming and passing of the plague had become another "collective hallucination" that people talked about.
"Look, it's just an illusion."
People comforted themselves in this way, wiped the sweat from their heads, and continued their peaceful lives.