The sun is high

Weird shadows are constantly moving forward in the boundless dark abyss wasteland.

Wrapped and protected by the rich mist, and supported by Shuge's endless magic power, the running rat, which had completely successfully changed the source of its own beliefs and power, carried its master and kept moving towards the towering tower at the end of the field of vision. strange shadows moving forward.

Now Xiuge finally truly understood the true meaning of the phrase "looking at the mountain and running to death".

Although the horse he was riding was not a regular horse, and the mountains standing in the distance were definitely not normal, this long-distance journey in a strange environment also brought Xiuge an extremely real and special experience.

Loneliness, fatigue and confusion are the main colors of Xiuge's current mood.

At first, Shuge would constantly observe the surrounding environment, and be wary of attackers who may appear at any time, emergencies from other space regions and time segments, or various strange scenes in this world. Observe and analyze.

However, as the running rat continued to advance, Shuge gradually realized that his actions did not actually have much practical significance - they were so chaotic and disorderly that Shuge did not even There are too many effective experiences that can be summarized from it.

In most cases, what Xiuge has to face is just the desolate plain in front of him that is full of darkness and chaos, and the mountains in the distance that don't seem to have changed at all.

If the surrounding environment and reference objects were not indeed changing, Xiuge would even suspect that he had been standing still.

Faced with such a situation, even if Shuge has extremely abundant magic power and a tenacious mental state, he will inevitably become depressed after all. Those dark abyss creations that appear from time to time in his field of vision, as well as those strange hills, ravines, and potholes The plain of bones will only constantly remind Xiuge that in this world, he is destined to have no chance of finding anyone similar to himself.

The Dark Abyss is not hospitable. Any creature that comes here from other worlds is destined not to receive good treatment. Here, there is no concept of "visitors from a foreign land" at all.

Xiuge raised his head and looked at the "sky" again.

Strange to say, in this world with weak concepts of space and time, there are still so-called land and sky.

Inside the Dark Abyss, the chaotic Dark Abyss magic will spontaneously condense. They are often attracted to the active Dark Abyss creations, or they will attach to and accumulate in the wreckage and fragments that retain the will of despair.

As a result, a large amount of condensed magic wrapped up various wreckage and debris, and based on this, they became entities that could be touched and changed, and these entities that continued to increase in size further Attracting more Dark Abyss creations and magic power.

Under this special flow trend, other areas in the dark abyss inevitably become holes with thin power. As the polarization becomes more obvious, these holes gradually merge and converge, and they become Like grease floating on the water, two clearly defined areas are formed.

This is the division between the concepts of sky and land within the Dark Abyss.

It is far different from the laws of the material world in Xiuge's cognition, but there are some similarities. However, every time Xiuge raises his head now, he can't help but think of something about "turbid air descends and clean air rises." The ancient theory of class.

Such random thoughts, as well as the continuous study and review of the memories accumulated in his mind, are the only ways Xiuge can relax now.

He had never been so free.

After ordering the running rat to fasten itself to its back with its tail, Shuge even had enough time to conduct in-depth research and analysis on the "Poetry of the Night" and the lost magic within the Black Sun Society.

When Shuge once again began to examine the bizarre words left by the mad poet Azifu, he suddenly realized that the "Poetry of the Night" written by this guy seemed to be, to some extent, his own work in Van En. The starting point of the trail.

At least it can be regarded as an important component of the starting point.

"squeak……"

The running rat neighed, so Shuge turned his head and looked at the "horizon" following its prompts.

As far as the eye can see, on the slant side of the distant mountain, there is a "cloud" composed of thin dark abyss fog that is constantly disturbing. It seems that deep in this "cloud", there seems to be something Something is moving slowly.

Not long after, the being hiding inside the clouds broke through the clouds and revealed his true face.

"There are actually fish in the dark abyss."

Shuge remembered Theseus had said this before, but when he saw the appearance of the thing with his own eyes, he still couldn't help showing a strange expression.

At first glance, Xiuge thought he saw a black "rag" floating slowly in the sky. However, when he looked carefully, he found that the "rag" turned out to be an extremely huge flounder, or in other words, a huge flounder. A strange monster that looks very similar to a flounder.

Its abdomen is very clean and smooth, and looks like some kind of gray-black crystal mirror. At the position corresponding to its "head", there is a very obvious crack, which should be its mouth.

Behind its body, there is a somewhat disproportionate "tail" that is constantly swinging, and this is the main reason for the endless mist of the Dark Abyss.

On the other side of the flounder, there were two extremely bright shadows. Xiuge could not tell whether they were its eyes, because there were many small "silk threads" hanging down from the edge of its body, and on At the ends of these "silk threads", there are many light spots growing.

They look like some kind of organ used to emit light, but also like countless eyes used to observe the outside world.

When this "flounder" twists its body, those strange rays of light will be reflected through its mirror-like abdomen, shining widely across the wasteland.

These lights were extremely dazzling in the wasteland, and what surprised Xiuge even more was that inside this light, some bizarre shadows and shapes would appear from time to time - from the appearance, these shadows and shapes were very different. The silhouette should belong to another world.

This was obviously the method it used to hunt, because not long after, Xiuge saw some small hunters who had previously hidden in the depths of the wilderness cautiously get out of their hiding places. They were attracted by those lights and shadows, and soon The hunt for these phantoms soon began.

Those "threads" used to project light are extremely flexible. As they twist and adjust, the various light spots and illusions active on the ground also change accordingly. They flexibly and meticulously reproduce the hasty appearance of those poor prey. The appearance when fleeing, and tempting the pursuers behind to run in a specific direction.

Not long after, these creatures of the dark abyss, which looked somewhat similar to cats, followed the light spots to a hill. Their attention was all on the "prey" in front of them, and they did not notice the strange shadow at all. It has reached the top of itself.

The next moment, Xiuge saw that the crack in the belly of this huge "rag" quickly expanded, and the body of this "flounder" was split directly from the middle, and countless sharp and ferocious fangs were exposed.

The light spot as a bait disappeared, and the hunters below turned into pitiful prey at this moment. They woke up and wanted to disperse and escape. However, the next moment, the huge shadow moved downwards at an extremely terrifying speed. It smashed into the hill, and its flat, thick and huge body completely enveloped the entire hill and all the unlucky ones that were attracted to it, and it chewed quickly through the huge gap in its mouth.

"Flounder"'s feeding soon ended, and it floated high into the sky again. The exaggerated crack in its abdomen trembled constantly, spitting out the useless remains that it had accidentally eaten.

After completing this process, the ugly cracks disappeared, and the abdominal mirror used to reflect light reappeared, but this time, it was obviously no longer satisfied with the previous ration, and more light spots came from those "silk threads" The end burst out, and after reflection, these rays of light directly enveloped a large area in the wasteland.

"It's not easy to drive with a guy like this staring at you. Let's take a rest first."

Shuge turned over and sat up, patted the running rat twice on the back. The latter immediately understood the meaning of Shuge, turned around and jumped into a nearby ravine, and led Shuge through the jagged tunnels. Traveled through.

Not long after, under the terrifying pressure brought by "Flounder", the Running Rat successfully found a cave where Shuge could hide. The cave collapsed very seriously, but it could still be used as a temporary hiding place.

Xiuge was not picky. Drawing on his previous experience, he quickly used a very small amount of dark abyss magic power to construct a protective ritual to hide and cover himself, and curled up in it.

The strange light was still sweeping across this area. While observing the outside world, Shuge began to continue his previous research work that was interrupted by "Flounder".

As his thoughts turned, passages of text belonging to "Poetry of the Night" emerged from the depths of Xiuge's spiritual ocean.

"It all starts with a dream."

“Everything ends with sobriety.”

"What I wrote is definitely not a poem, but a charming real scene..."

In the first volume of "Poetry of the Night", the mad poet Aziv begins with such a passage, and this chapter is named "Sinar Sea" by him.

In the past, when Shuge read "Poetry of the Night" several times before, he was full of doubts about the mad poet's writing ability, because in his opinion, Azifu's description of those bizarre events and scenes They are too outrageous and abstract, which makes them appear abnormal and empty, and the words lose their original meaning and beauty.

However, now, after Xiuge combined his own personal experience with what he saw and heard in the dark abyss, he had to admit that Azifu did have something unique in writing.

At least Xiuge can be sure that those seemingly chaotic sentences may not be bizarre conjectures at all, but his detailed retelling of a series of real scenes.

Xiuge recalled these strange words bit by bit, and when he finished reviewing the first volume of "Poetry of the Night" in its entirety, what appeared in his mind was a calm face.

"..."

Xiuge's expression froze for a moment, but in the end he could only smile helplessly and let out a long sigh.

"I don't know how they are doing now... I hope everything is fine."

…

Under the dim light, the pen tip kept scratching across the paper, making a rustling sound.

"Yesterday afternoon, Alyosha went to town. He helped Old Peter sell all the prey he had hunted before, including three long-feathered mountain pheasants and two foxes."

"The fox's fur was well preserved, so we made extra money... Don't worry, we will keep an eye on old Peter and won't let him use the money to buy wine."

"Due to control issues, Alyosha was unable to buy new ammunition... Now it is too strict. I'm afraid it won't be long before we can only consider hunting with bows and arrows."

"But fortunately, there seem to be more prey in the mountains recently than in previous years. Maybe they are frightened by the sound of gunfire! Hunting is not difficult!"

"..."

"Dear, you haven't replied to us for a long time. Everyone is very nervous. Promise me that you will give us some news after receiving the letter no matter what."

"Hopefully everything will be fine."

"Love you, Daya."

After writing the last word, Weilin took the paper into her hand and carefully checked it several times. After confirming that there was no problem, she walked out of the room and handed the paper to a mage spy guarding the door.

"This is the content of the letter. It will be sent out tomorrow morning. Before that, remember to have someone copy it again... There should be more typos. Don't choose too good stationery. Your handwriting and diction should also be adjusted."

The secret agent nodded: "Don't worry, madam. I will show it to you before it is officially sent out. We will also change some of the vocabulary in it into local dialects."

"This is best. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's your fault, ma'am."

Soon, the secret agent left with this special letter, and Weilin returned to the house. She closed the door and rechecked the indoor protection rituals according to her habit. After confirming that they were correct, she finally ended her work. state and gradually relaxed.

Then, she forced a smile, dragged a wooden box from under the bed with mage's hands, and opened it smoothly.

Afterwards, Wei Lin took out a few shining magic crystals from her pocket and shook them cheerfully into the wooden box: "Sorry, I've been busy for a long time today...You must be starving, right?"