From Prisoner to Si Chen

Gillan wandered through the dark forest for a moment.

He looked at the identical environment around him and couldn't help but think in his mind:

'According to the record in "A Glimpse of True Dreams", the existence of the Land of Gods defies mortal logic and transcends mortal understanding... There is no concept of space and time here. If you insist on describing it, it will be like a big mountain. ’

Gillan glanced around.

‘The location I am currently in should be the border area of ​​the Land of Gods, the area at the foot of the mountain, called the “lower level”. ’

'According to the book, everything in the "lower level" is full of ambiguity and absurdity, and is full of dangers. You can even encounter things here that only exist in fantasy. ’

'I have to be careful...'

He thought to himself and looked up at the mountains in the distance.

For some reason, the mountain range formed a spiral shape, like a goat's horn.

At the same time, it is also accompanied by a hazy and psychedelic mist.

It's so beautiful, like a fairyland.

"The land of God described in "A Glimpse of True Dreams" has an endless mountainside called the "Corridor", inhabited by apostles, transmuters and spirits..."

Jilan secretly thought.

‘If you pass through the last corridor door, you can reach the “temple” on the top of the mountain, where Si Chen’s residence is. ’

Thought to himself, he frowned.

Because no matter how he looked at the mountaintop area, he found that it was obscured by cloud-like and foggy materials, making it impossible to see clearly.

Paji.

Suddenly, Jilan felt a soft and sticky feeling under his feet. When I looked down, I found that the yellow-brown soil on the ground had turned into black rotten mud at some point.

Directly ahead is an open swamp.

The black trees are sparse, with only a few broken wooden pillars standing in the bubbling swamp, like seaside rocks.

There is a misty white light in the distance, blocked by the surrounding fog, showing a faint blue that only exists in dreams.

Pulling-

A crow with three heads flapped its wings and flew to a floating dead branch. When it lowered its head to peck out a fat "maggot" from the swamp, it raised its head and swallowed it in its belly.

But Jilan saw it clearly. What kind of "maggot" was there? It was clearly a severed human finger that was still wriggling...

One head of the crow was pecking in the swamp, while the other head looked around, and finally looked at Gillan. The scarlet eyes revealed human sarcasm and an unspeakable sense of schadenfreude.

There was another head that was swaying happily, its beak opening and closing, and singing a weird nursery rhyme in a child's voice whose gender was unclear:

"Blue hat, ice beard, brainless old horse dragging boxes."

"Kraken, crab fish, and cockatrices that pull their necks will not die."

"Leprechaun, dirty, closed-eyed Barbie hiding in the wall."

"Crying, smiling, masked teacher three two one."

The nursery rhyme sung by the three-headed crow is in the ancient Shilu language and is quite consistent with the ancient melodies of the Middle Ages.

Ji Lan listened, but felt an indescribable strange feeling.

Uh-huh!

He suddenly took out the alchemy revolver "Echo" from his waist, raised his hand, and pointed it at the crow.

But the next second, the crow flapped its wings and fled in a hurry, and the nursery rhyme stopped abruptly.

Gillan took a deep breath and stopped the urge to shoot.

It was too quiet here, and he was worried that the sound of gunfire would cause unnecessary danger.

Feeling the dial-like "imprint of Shenxiang" in her heart, it is still gradually becoming clearer, and Jilan has confidence in her heart.

He looked around, then walked around the swamp and continued on.

It didn't take long.

Ji Lan heard a muffled popping sound.

A sound like a heavy object being struck.

He held his breath and carefully took a few steps forward. After passing through a bush, I discovered a pretty figure squatting on the edge of the swamp.

The woman was wearing a navy blue cotton and linen dress with a white scarf tied on her head. She was rolling up her sleeves and beating the dirty clothes and socks on a smooth gray stone with a wooden stick.

Jilan looked at the back of this strange woman, but felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Although the scene before her was perfectly normal, the problem was that she was not washing clothes by a stream or a pool... but in a swamp.

I saw that those clothes and socks were stained with black mud, and the more they were washed, the dirtier they became. But the woman didn't care. She was still humming an inaudible song. She kept soaking the clothes and socks in the swamp, picked them up, and beat them with a wooden stick. .

There were specks of mud all over her body.

Suddenly.

The woman stopped humming, and the stick in her hand that she was about to knock down stopped moving.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Gillan.

Jilan's pupils shrank.

Because he saw that the woman's face was extremely ugly and distorted. A pair of turbid eyes flashed with a terrifying gaze.

In Jilan's sight, "Bailan" moved, and a crooked and twisted entry was slowly revealed:

"Waterwoman."

"Mysterious creatures that only exist in the land of gods. They often appear in swamps or water sources and behave elusively."

"From the middle to the end of the fifteenth century, in the Dalton area in the southern part of the mainland, there was a folk legend of the 'Waterwomen'. They had the figure of a young woman but the face of an old man. They would treat all pedestrians or creatures passing by. Attack, devour their flesh, and starve their entrails."

Wow!

Suddenly, the washerwoman stood up.

But before she could make any move, Gilan struck first, raised her hand and fired several shots.

Bang bang bang! !

The ferocious firepower instantly tore apart the washer's head and punched several large holes in her chest.

Flesh and blood splashed everywhere, and the woman's body was staggered by the force of the impact. She took a few steps back and fell onto her back with a thud in the sludge swamp.

Wow!

But the next second, the headless washer woman crawled out of the swamp again. She stood upright, covered in black mud, and rushed towards Gilan at an eerie speed.

At the same time, Gillan summoned the "Staff of Laughter" and transformed it into the form of a flower basket cross sword.

bass!

Green fire rises.

A secret sword technique struck vertically, and under the mysterious rhythm, the fireworks flowed and trembled into sparks.

As soon as the washer woman arrived, she seemed to have hit her head on a sharp sword and was instantly cut in half.

The bear roared, and the two parts of his body were on fire.

But even so, she still refused to give in. She stretched her hands forward and touched Jilan's right arm the moment he leaned back.

An unspeakable cold feeling came from his right arm.

Jilan's expression changed slightly. He immediately turned the sword and swung it, cutting off his right forearm at the elbow!

laugh--

When the forearm fell to the ground, it shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, it felt like it had been drying for several years.

"Go to hell!"

Ji Lan endured the severe pain caused by the damage to his conscious body and kicked out with a "broken iron".

The shadow of his legs flashed.

Bang! !

The washer woman's body was cut in half and flew out, rolling and sliding on the ground.

"call……"

Gilan held the sword in his left hand and exhaled. Looking at the body that was no longer moving, I felt a lingering fear in my heart.

‘The Land of God is really weird and dangerous. This is just the peripheral area of ​​the "lower level", and we encountered this mysterious creature...'

‘The slightest touch can deactivate the body. If I hadn't acted quickly, I'm afraid that weird mysterious power would have spread throughout my body! ’

Gillan raised his right arm and glanced.

The broken part of the elbow was flat and was scorched by the high temperature of the sword. Fortunately, this was just his consciousness in a dream, and he only needed a few days of rest to recover after waking up.

But he also knew that if this conscious body died in a dream, it would likely lead to serious consequences. Long-term listlessness and headaches are considered mild, but the fear is just not waking up...

After withdrawing his thoughts, Gilan walked towards the body of the starched woman.

The mutilated body was so charred by the green fire that its original appearance was basically unrecognizable.

Gilan bent down and tried to reach out to touch.

However, to his delight, colorful lights shone and the body of the washer woman began to decay rapidly.

Swish——

Along with the dust flying.

The color number "119" in Jilan's sight jumped and turned into "169", adding 50 points of mysterious energy.

‘Can you also get mysterious points by hunting monsters in the land of gods? ’

He looked happy.

In this case, there is one more way to accumulate mysterious energy. From now on, you can try to come to the land of gods to hunt monsters every night...

Gillan took a short break and continued exploring further.

He didn't know how long he had been walking in the swamp area when he heard a strange noise again.

Looking out from behind a black tree, Gilan saw a dry swamp clearing not far ahead, with cracked and hard black mud.

There are a dozen or twenty little people less than one meter tall and wearing wide blue hats, jumping, spinning and singing happily.

Gilan couldn't see their faces, except for their big, long, deformed red noses, which peeked out from the brim of their hats.

'Blue hat...'

He remembered the nursery rhyme sung by the three-headed crow when he first entered the swamp. This word was mentioned in the first sentence.

Gillan guessed that maybe he was talking about this mysterious creature in front of him.

He took out the "Echo", quietly replaced the "Poisoned Bullet", then held his breath and raised his gun to aim.

Bang bang bang! !

Several shots were fired in succession, and each shot hit a blue hat, directly piercing the huge head.

Blue blood spurted out from the hole, and the five or six blue hats whose heads were shot fell down.

The rest screamed and looked towards Ji Lan. They didn't react slowly. They raised their slender arms almost at the same time and immediately clasped their hands together.

Snapped!

Bang bang bang!

Accompanied by applause.

Ji Lan felt a strange movement under his feet.

He made a quick decision and ducked aside.

Swish——

Almost the next moment, the place where he was standing was frozen directly, making a crackling sound.

Immediately, sharp ice picks as tall as a person protruded.

If Gilan hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been stabbed on the spot!

‘Is this the “ice beard” mentioned in the nursery rhyme? ’

A thought flashed through Gillan's mind.

At the same time, he continued to raise his gun and shoot.

Bang bang bang! !

The shiny silver alchemy revolver spit out fireworks, and bullets tempered with "filthy pus" hit the bodies of the blue hats.

Anyone who was shot was knocked to the ground.

Either he was shot in the vital part and died on the spot, or he was seriously injured and then tortured to death by the strong pollution.

In less than half a minute, Gillan emptied the bomb nest, leaving only two blue hats alive.

However, they did not run away and rushed towards Jilan without fear of death. But the way those short legs moved looked quite funny.

After experiencing the strangeness of the starched woman, Jilan did not dare to have close contact with the mysterious creatures here. He quickly retreated and distanced himself.

Then he flicked his hand and threw out an alchemy pot.

Uh-huh!

The shiny, round ball drew a parabola, accurately landed in front of the two blue hats, and exploded suddenly.

boom! !

High-temperature fireworks burst out, and silver-plated shrapnel scattered.

The two blue hats were instantly torn apart by the explosion and turned into a ball of blood mist.

A few seconds later.

Gilan walked out from behind a black tree, alerting the surroundings as he walked towards the bodies of the blue hats.

As usual, he put these corpses to decay one by one.

As the colored light continued to bloom, the colored number "169" in his sight jumped several times to "297".

The strength of these blue hats is average, and the mystery points they provide fluctuate between 8 and 12 points.

But the advantage is that there are many, and they add up to a considerable amount.

Ji Lan was in a good mood as he watched the points keep increasing.

He felt like he was in the right place.

…

…

After another period of exploration.

Ji Lan never encountered any mysterious creatures again.

Until he passed through the swamp and came to a country dirt road.

On both sides of the road, there are tall wheat ears.

The wheat fields are extremely wide and can be seen endlessly. When the wind blows, the golden wheat fields undulate like waves, with "ripples" appearing, which is quite magnificent.

There are several wooden huts painted in green, yellow and pink in the distance, but no one can be seen.

There is only one windmill, turning slowly.

Wheel wheel wheel wheel...

At this time, Gilan heard the sound of the wheels of a carriage turning from far to near.

Turning his head to look, he had a stern look on his face.

I saw a beautiful carriage with black wood and gold rims, approaching along the road.

The boxy carriage had extremely complicated golden patterns, the bearing parts of the wooden wheel hubs had prismatic spikes, and a windproof kerosene lamp hung on the top of the carriage.

But the strange thing is that this carriage has no driver, only an old black horse without a head.

'A brainless old horse dragging boxes...'

Gillan couldn't help but think of the nursery rhymes sung by crows.

He watched the carriage slow down slowly and then stop beside him.

Gilan was startled for a moment, then glanced at the headless horse and tried to ask:

"Pick me up? Where are you going?"

"..."

But the headless horse showed no response to Gilan's questions, just like a wooden sculpture of a horse missing its head.

Feeling that the "brand of Shenxiang" in his heart was close to being completely formed, Jilan thought for a while, then stepped on the pedal, opened the black satin curtain, and boarded the carriage.

'I want to see where this carriage goes...'

Gillan thought to herself.

He sat on the narrow wooden chair in the carriage.

There is no light inside, and you can't see your fingers.

Soon, Gilan felt the carriage tremble slightly and start to move.

He tried to lift the curtains of the carriage to take a look at the scenery outside, but was shocked to find that they couldn't be lifted at all... It was as if the curtains were welded to the frame!

Jilan frowned and reached out to pull the curtain again, but it couldn't be opened either!

He picked up the "Wand of Laughter" and swung it, hitting the inner wall on one side of the carriage.

Clang! !

However, there was only a clear sound of metal collision, but there was no damage to the car!

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

He thought for a moment, then simply lay down on the bench and stopped doing useless work.