Dream Guide

When Enruk watched Hong Kui and Huang Liang leave, he saw a group of people wearing black coats and cloaks entering the Indian village.

Since Alaska was very cold in the winter, most people traveling covered themselves tightly with thick fur, so he didn't think there was anything unusual about covering their heads with cloaks. What surprised him was another person who followed this group of people into the village.

The man was alone. At the foot of Denali Mountain, which could freeze hairtails into Arthur's Excalibur, he was only wearing a thin gray windbreaker. He seemed to be barefoot or wearing some beach shoes, and his head was What I thought was a hat at first was actually moving, looking more like some kind of animal lying on its back.

When Enruke wanted to take a closer look, the man had disappeared from his sight, and even the previous group of people wearing cloaks had gone nowhere.

He glanced at the blue sky and the warm sun, letting the sunlight sting his eyes and shed tears to make sure that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

The weather looks good, but it won't be so good at night. May God bless Master Wolfe and allow him to see the total lunar eclipse tonight as he wishes. He thought so.

The Indian woman next to me has been praying and mumbling. Although Enruk grew up in Alaska, is an Inuit himself, and knows many Indians, he didn't understand even a single word. The prayers passed down by these ancient tribes are more difficult to understand than the spells of wizards.

"Well, your husband will come back safely. Let's go back inside and warm ourselves by the fire." He said.

The Indian guide's wife stubbornly finished singing her prayer to the snow-capped mountains in the distance, then stood up and hugged her child: "Yes, yes, I will come back safely, I will."

Enruke followed her back. The moment the woman opened the door, the child in her arms started to cry. But she didn't seem to know it. Her body suddenly stopped and stopped there motionless, even the hand that pushed the door open. They didn't even shrink back, as if they were instantly frozen.

"What happened?" Enruke stepped forward and pushed the woman gently. Then, he saw a group of people in black cloaks sitting by the fire in the room to keep warm from the opened door. One of them was still adding charcoal to the stove.

The man in black sitting in the middle raised his head, revealing his terrifying face that was as skinny and shriveled as a mummy. However, this face is not as rigid as a mummy. You can clearly see the tense muscle fibers working hard to pull the corners of the mouth to reveal a smile. A thin layer of translucent new skin, densely covered with spider-like red capillaries, adhered to his sunken cheeks. He was looking at the child, like a greedy eater seeing delicious food, but the eye sockets were misty, like two deep black holes, with a little bit of dead fish whiteness.

Enruke was also petrified with fear, but he was a man after all. He was ordered to pick up Master Wolfe who was going up the mountain. He also had the obligation to protect the Indian guide's family.

He bravely crossed the threshold, blocking the woman and child behind him, secretly holding the gun in his pocket, and asked the mysterious person in the room: "You... who are you?"

"Close the door, kid." The man's voice was stiffer than the machine and colder than the wind on the snow-capped mountains.

For some reason, Enruke's mind suddenly went blank, and he even lost his fear. He only felt that he should listen to that person's words, but other than that, he had no ability to think.

He turned around, closed the door, and pulled the petrified woman inside. They stood in front of the man in black and knelt down obediently, just like the servants before the pharaoh of ancient Egypt. Only the child was still crying desperately. He slapped his mother's face and shoulders hard, tears flowing down his innocent face.

"It's very cold here..." The man in black said to Enruke, "Come, help me add firewood."

Enruke walked forward on his knees, grabbed the charcoal, and carefully threw it into the stove, as if he was afraid that sparks would cause the owner to be unhappy.

The man in black smiled with satisfaction, his smile twitching the muscles of his cheeks, and he opened his mouth, revealing long white teeth and a black tongue. His empty eyes showed greed, and he looked at the woman and said:

"I'm hungry……"

The woman nodded knowingly, picked up the child, and walked to the kitchen. The child cried harder.

The sound of sharpening a knife came from the kitchen. The child broke away from his mother and ran out, but was grabbed back by his mother.

The kitchen door slammed shut.

The man in black's stiff smile became even wider.

At this time, the door opened, and another man in black appeared at the door. He nodded towards the man in black in the middle,

The man in black in the middle asked: "Are you following?"

The man at the door said, "Follow me."

"I didn't let them find out."

"No."

"Well..." The man in black in the middle glanced at the kitchen door with a little reluctance, and then looked out the door, "What a fresh and tender delicacy! It's still early, and we have enough time to catch up before the lunar eclipse. Go up."

There was a snap in the kitchen, the sound of a knife chopping bones and then chopping on the chopping board.

Then, the child's cry stopped, and the whole house became quiet. Only the charcoal fire in the furnace made a slight beeping sound, like the soul struggling.

The smile on the man in black's face disappeared.

Suddenly there was a croak in the kitchen, followed by a voice like Donald Duck:

"Hey, this elbow is too hard, not delicious, not delicious! Wow, I miss my Ruhua again!..."

The kitchen door opened and the Indian woman slumped on the ground in the doorway. Her child lay on top of her, not crying anymore, but looking curiously at a black crow hopping between the cupboards.

There was the sound of tapping footsteps, and a man wearing an old windbreaker came out, dragging a pull board on his feet. The crow flew up with a clatter and jumped on his messy hair.

The man in black narrowed his empty eyes, the muscle fibers under the translucent skin on his face and forehead were twisted together, and a sound like a saw blade cutting rotten wood came out of his throat:

"Aoki...I've heard of you, your name is Aoki..."

The crow stretched its neck and cried: "There's me, there's me, my name is Coal Boss! Quack!"

The muscles on the man in black's face tightened even more.

"I have also heard that you -" Aoki said, "Itnut Ayi - the usurper who broke the curse of the Itsa people and broke Tutankhamen's staff! You have been buried in Underground, why do you need to wake up at this time?”

"Ah, you know so clearly, it seems that poor Ronald can't come back. Oh, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, he just returned to Gaia's arms early. We will all return to her arms eventually - "Ayi looked at the child lying in the arms of the Indian woman in the kitchen and said, "It's like a child returning to the mother's arms. Everyone is eager to return to the mother's arms, including me and you, we will eventually go back. "

"Quack, you call a ball of air... oh no, a ball..." Crow tilted his head and thought, "... the paste in the universe... or nebula tofu... and call it mother?... Guak, Your brain is really made of tofu brain, right? Hahahaha!"