Big dreamer

What he held in his hand was half a wet vine and a ball of wet soil, with a green grass several inches long hanging on it.

"What's going on?"

Shen Luo quickly threw away the thing in his hand, and after a quick glance around, the remaining sleepiness disappeared instantly.

He was not on the bed in his hut at this moment, but sitting on a muddy ground in the wilderness.

Shen Luo got up with an ugly face and looked around.

He found that the place where he was lying was overgrown with weeds on both sides, and the sound of insects came one after another. There was a muddy path that could only accommodate one person in front and behind, and he didn't know where it led. And a little further away, it was all light fog, which made the vision more obstructed, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Shen Luo slapped his cheeks hard with both palms, and the burning pain came, telling him that he was not dreaming at this moment.

"What happened? I was sleeping in the house, how did I suddenly come to such a place? Could it be that someone hijacked me out of Chunqiu Temple without a sound?"

When he thought of this, Shen Luo hurriedly checked his clothes, raised his sleeves, and carefully looked at the Chunqiu Temple logo on his sleeves. Then he moved his hands and feet, and felt relieved.

He vaguely remembered that he was too tired yesterday, so he slept with his clothes on. Now his clothes have not changed, and there is nothing wrong with his body.

Shen Luo was full of doubts, but he knew that the most urgent thing at the moment was to find out where he was now.

He forced himself to calm down and looked around again.

There was a chill in the air nearby. It was obviously summer, but it was as cold as late autumn. He felt that his clothes were obviously thin, and he couldn't help but tighten the collar of his outer robe with his hands.

Shen Luo suddenly remembered something and looked up at the sky.

The sky was like an endless black curtain, with only a crescent-like lonely moon hanging in the sky, casting a little not very bright light. It was obviously still night time now.

At this time, a series of howling wind sounds came from afar, like the cry of a ghost, but it blew away a lot of the nearby fog, allowing him to finally see some vague scenery.

He took a deep breath and walked slowly and carefully along the path.

Soon, flat land began to appear on both sides of the road, and in some places there were rows of crops, which looked like fields.

The soil on the fields without crops was fluffy, and it should have been cultivated not long ago during the day.

Seeing this, Shen Luo felt a little more relaxed.

Since there were fields and signs of people living there, he should not be in any danger. Although he didn't know why he ran here for no reason, he didn't have time to investigate it at this time.

He quickened his pace and continued to walk forward along this country road.

...

The night fog gradually thinned, and the scenery in the distance gradually came into view.

A few miles ahead, you can vaguely see some sparse houses built on the mountain, and there are a few scattered lights, which look a little blurry.

Shen Luo was delighted when he saw this.

As long as he went to the house over there, he should be able to figure out where he was.

With this thought in mind, he felt that the lights in the distance seemed to bring him some warmth, and his steps became faster.

Not long after, he was less than a hundred feet away from where the lights came from.

This was indeed a small mountain village, not big, with only about a dozen households.

But it was late at night, and the village was silent everywhere. It looked dark, with only a little light coming from a house in the center of the village.

Shen Luo walked along the path to the entrance of the village, paused for a while, and after making sure that there were no villagers moving around, he walked into the mountain village, but after walking a few steps, he heard a "bang" and his toes hurt, and he kicked something unexpectedly.

The thing rolled out a few feet away.

He looked down in shock, and saw that what rolled out was actually half a dirty wooden stake, and there was another piece not far from his feet.

At first glance, these two pieces of wood stakes seemed to be something more than ordinary. There were some familiar strange patterns engraved on their surfaces.

Shen Luo concentrated and looked carefully, only to find that these patterns were actually composed of some runes.

He frowned, bent down, picked up the half of the wood stake under his feet, and put it in front of his eyes for a careful inspection.

The runes on the wood stakes looked very rough and simple, far less complicated than the talismans he drew, but they were twisted abnormally on the wood stakes, giving people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

He just took a closer look and suddenly felt dizzy and turned his head away in a hurry, with a burst of horror in his heart.

The runes on the wood stakes actually have such supernatural powers. I wonder what will happen if they are drawn on talisman paper?

Shen Luo made random guesses in his heart, silently using the Xiaohuayang Gong, so that a stream of Yang Gang Qi was generated from Dantian, wandering to the right hand, making the palm slightly warm.

Then he reached out and touched the runes on the surface of the wood stakes. Not noticing anything unusual, he quickly withdrew his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, Shen Luo threw the half of the wooden stake in his hand back to its original place, and strode towards the house with the lights.

This was not the time to delay, and it would not be too late to study it after he had figured out the situation.

He came to the open space in front of his door and stopped again.

There was a collapsed shrine in front of this family's door.

In the dim light from the window, Shen Luo could see clearly that the shrine was more than one person tall, pitch black, with no tablets, only a lying incense burner, and incense ash scattered all over the ground.

What concerned him was that the runes were engraved on the shrine, which were very similar to the ones on the wooden piles at the entrance of the village. However, the runes here were as bright red as blood, as if drawn with blood, which looked a bit scary.

Shen Luo stared at the shrine, his expression a little uncertain.

Just then, the cold night wind blew, causing several big trees near the house to rustle, and large leaves flying down all over the sky.

A large amount of fog was also carried by the strong wind and rolled past the outside of the village, making the already dim light in front of the house suddenly even dimmer. Other villagers' houses also became hazy, as if they might disappear in the fog at any time.

Shen Luo felt that the air nearby seemed to be a little colder. The temperature of his body was dropping sharply, and his limbs felt a little numb in the wind. He could only take a deep breath, temporarily put aside some worries in his heart, and walked a few steps to the light. in front of the door.

When he raised his hand to knock on the door, his movement froze, and then he slowly retracted his outstretched hand.

A little suspicion appeared on Shen Luo's face. After twitching his nose twice, he lowered his head and looked at the ground. His pupils suddenly shrank into pinholes.

I saw a stream of black blood pouring out from the crack in the door, almost spreading to his feet, exuding a pungent smell of blood.

Shen Luo's face turned pale, and he immediately turned around and ran towards the road he came from.

"Whoosh" the wind roared wildly in his ears on both sides, and the breath in his mouth became extremely cold, as if there were several knives constantly rubbing and scraping inside.

Shen Luo felt that he had never run so fast in his life, as if his chest was going to burst. In the blink of an eye, he ran to the entrance of the village, but without stopping at all, he rushed out of the village in one breath.

"Bang" sound.

His body suddenly froze, and he fell straight to the ground, even leaving a deep mark half a foot long on the ground.

Shen Luo felt that his whole body was stiff and cold, and there seemed to be something cold on his chest, squirming close to his skin.

Shen Luo let out a low growl with difficulty. He clenched his fists with both hands and regained some strength. He suddenly pulled open his chest and clothes, widened his eyes and looked down.

I saw two clear and abnormal black palm prints on his chest at some point. They were the size of an ordinary person and as black as ink. They moved upwards very fast. The place they passed was extremely cold, making every inch of skin stand on end. In the blink of an eye, the hairs stood on end. He crawled to both sides of his neck and tightened it bit by bit like a real thing...