hunter rule

it hurts.

Like transparent water droplets dripping into a bottomless dark lake, the trees in the forest made a whining sound like a howler. It was just blown by the wind, but it had a sound like tearing the bark of the trees.

Zhao Guangli slowly stretched out his blood-stained right hand and grabbed the log-colored handle on the broken carriage, giving his weak body a place to lean on.

"It really hurts."

Zhao Guangli's black hair looked a little wet at the moment, and the stickiness seemed to be wrapped around his head, making it look messy and uncontrollable.

Zhao Guangli was having trouble controlling his thoughts at the moment. Waves of pain shuttled back and forth in his head. He tried to open his eyes, but the darkness around him made him feel more and more confused.

"Damn it...this is really...not a dream."

Zhao Guangli gritted his teeth, moved his body, adapted to the rhythm of his body movement, and looked at his figure among the water stains on the ground.

It was an ordinary enough face, shadowy in the dark water stains, with obvious ripples on the contours. It was a face of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Passed through.

Passed through.

Zhao Guangli looked at everything around him and his face turned pale.

How is it possible? I should be at home now.

Enduring the pain, Zhao Guangli stood up slowly and opened his eyes in one breath. The black outfit looked a little scattered, and the surrounding dense forest was covering him. In the darkness, he couldn't even see the moonlight.

here it is……

There was almost no sound in the dark forest. The wind blew through the trees, but it made a cold sound.

A huge dilapidated carriage was crawling on this path. The body of the huge red-maned horse in front of the carriage had begun to rot and stink. There were even white maggots squirming, and blood traced grooves in the soil on the ground.

, slowly moving forward into the darkness in front of you, the viscous liquid, the end point is almost impossible to see.

"Is my name still Zhao Guangli?"

Zhao Guangli's brows tightened because of the pain. He opened his palms, and several strange lines extended to all parts of his palms. The black lines seemed to be alive.

Well!

An increasingly terrifying stabbing pain hit him, and the aching pain even extended to his elbow, like maggots scurrying back and forth in the tarsal bones. Zhao Guangli's spine went cold and his body began to tremble.

"So what happened?"

"Why am I here."

Zhao Guangli stood up. He endured the pain and walked towards the front of the carriage on his somewhat worn cloth shoes.

Obviously he should be sleeping on the bed at home, why would he appear in such a place, or...

Such an environment.

Zhao Guangli raised his head, and finally some moonlight came through, allowing Zhao Guangli to see more clearly.

What was reflected were dozens of corpses on the ground exuding a strange smell.

vomit!

Zhao Guangli's face turned pale and he was almost unable to speak. He could only cough continuously, accompanied by a stinging pain in his head.

As a young man in the Heian Era of the 21st century, the scene in front of him was beyond his ability to recognize and adapt.

"Corpse..." Zhao Guangli coughed, his thin body trembling slightly: "It's strange..."

Almost all of these corpses were huge men, wearing heavy medieval armor, but there were almost no obvious wounds.

"It's similar to Gothic armor...I won't travel to the Middle Ages..."

As a student with absolutely excellent grades, Zhao Guangli had a wide range of interests. At this moment, Zhao Guangli coughed again and straightened up.

The bloodshed in the Middle Ages was unimaginable, and Zhao Guangli could not imagine that he could survive in such an era.

"The current situation is completely unclear, and you must take control of the situation yourself."

Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, Zhao Guangli forced himself to calm down. Only by being calm enough can he come up with the correct answer.

It is undoubtedly dangerous to suddenly appear in a place like this in a dense forest, and it is even more dangerous to continue to stay in such a place.

"If it is played as an open-ended game, such a start... may not necessarily be a bad start."

Zhao Guangli waved his hand and walked towards the carriage ahead. Even though it was toppled and broken and surrounded by corpses, Zhao Guangli still endured it.

Collect materials that may be on the carriage, and...

Wearing a thin black cotton coat, Zhao Guangli felt a little cold.

Zhao Guangli's face turned pale with horror that was as cold as bone marrow.

Touching a corpse requires enough courage.

The pale face of the dead man under the helmet seemed to still be smiling at Zhao Guangli. Zhao Guangli turned his head to the other side expressionlessly, which would make him feel better.

Wow.

Pushing the carriage door downward, a pale human face was reflected, in the position corresponding to Zhao Guangli.

"ah!"

Zhao Guangli's hair stood on end for a moment, and his heartbeat instantly reached its upper limit.

In this environment, any stimulus is the greatest terror.

"Fuck." Zhao Guangli pushed away the armored corpse that suddenly appeared in front of him and slowly calmed down.

In fact, in Zhao Guangli's eyes, time travel seems to have become an indisputable fact. Although the face is exactly the same as before, this body is definitely not his.

But Zhao Guangli did not inherit the memory of this body, and everything in front of him was completely unfamiliar to him.

Enough information must be collected.

No matter what...

You have to live first.

There were not many objects in the four-wheeled carriage, only a small closet leaning in the corner, and the interior of the yellowed carriage had a faint smell of tobacco.

“Very medieval style.”

Zhao Guangli whispered something. At this moment, he jumped in from above the sideways carriage, slowly approached the closet, and then opened it.

The closet made a creaking sound, and Zhao Guangli slowly opened the closet.

There are three floors inside the closet. On the first floor, which is the lowest place, there are some foods similar to black bread. They don’t look exquisite. They look like they are only edible, but some of them are rotten, but they are not.

smell.

"Tsk." Zhao Guangli held his breath and first took out the intact black bread. He had already checked the items on his body just now. It can be described as poor and empty. If he wants to survive, necessary food is the most important thing.

.

There is a black dagger and dozens of silver coins placed on the second layer.

"Luck... really good." Zhao Guangli's expression changed. He could definitely be regarded as a Tianhu if he could get a weapon at the beginning, let alone these currency-like things next to it.

He reached out and picked up the black dagger and inspected the edge of the dagger. There was something green and moss-like.

The silver coins scattered on the table were of a type that Zhao Guangli had never seen before. They were engraved with strange patterns, as if they were whispering something, making him feel a little dazed.

This feeling made Zhao Guangli's body hurt again. His right hand was filled with pain, and the strange lines seemed to be entangled like a nightmare.

"We can't waste any more time." Zhao Guangli gritted his teeth and pulled out the objects on the third floor.

It was a piece of yellowed parchment, and there were still enough handprints and damage around it that it looked like its original owner had been playing with it a lot.

"This is..." Zhao Guangli put the black dagger on his waist and slowly opened the parchment.

This is an ugly and terrifying handwriting, twisting like a worm in the dark, seemingly invisible.

"The secrets buried in deserted lakes."

"Darkness illuminates the stinking reef."

"The water ghosts listen carefully to the indescribable."

"That's where the extraordinary begins."