The confusion fades away, and what remains is enlightenment and clarity.

Like clouds scattered and rain collected.

The dark shadow of a statue looked particularly long and narrow under the setting sun, and disappeared in a flash.

Cheng Zhiyuan leaned under an old crooked tree covered with golden leaves, and the sound of horse hooves still seemed to linger in his ears.

But this was just a psychological effect. The carriage had disappeared. At that time, the gold and copper carriage suddenly tilted and threw itself out of it.

Then he fell on a stone under this old tree with gold leaves and his head was badly bruised.

The old crooked tree looks like a cypress, and the stone looks like a sword, but much thicker. In the past, the stone looked so unique that Cheng Zhiyuan took it home without hesitation.

Pickled pickles.

Okay, he admits, if it comes to pickles, this thing may be a bit light.

"where is this place?"

On Cheng Zhiyuan's head, there was a patch of blood and flesh, and fine blood flowed on his face. It stopped, then became weak, and after a few breaths, it turned into a brand-like blood stain.

Yes, Li Taiyi's lies came true. Cheng Zhiyuan was not an idiot. When he encountered this kind of thing, he naturally understood that he had been tricked by that person.

The 1980s collector's edition of Zhuangzi in his hand has a big problem.

And that guy, when he left at the end, said to himself, "Have a nice journey..." I'm afraid he was referring to the bone-white horse and the gold and bronze chariot being pulled.

"This is a scam..."

It was obvious that he had come to a place that looked like a wilderness. Cheng Zhiyuan covered his head, endured the pain, and observed everything around him.

There are no obvious villages visible to the naked eye. It seems to be a desert-like place with no mountains visible in the distance. Perhaps it's because those areas are rolling hills?

This was just a guess. Now Cheng Zhiyuan understood that what he needed was to calm down.

At this time, the sun hanging in the sky had begun to set towards the west. As Cheng Zhiyuan watched, it sank into the other side of the sky at an incredible speed, as if it had lost what fixed it and quickly fell to the end of the world.

Darkness swept up and instantly covered the sky.

Are there clouds gathering in the sky?

The sky is still clear during the day, but why can't I see the stars at night?

This is abnormal and weird.

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't eat, and none of his luggage and things came with him. Only the watch was still on his wrist.

The dark and eerie wind blew gently, and there seemed to be something terrible in the wilderness, ready to move in the shadows.

Normally one would not pay attention to the ticking sound, but at this time, in this desolate wilderness, under the big tree, it was heard very clearly, and it also carried a sense of great terror.

It's like a countdown of my own life.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt a little thirsty. The darkness around him seemed to be deeper, and a ray of light flashed in the dark night...

Wait, light?

There is not even a village in all directions, and the stars are even less visible. Where does the light come from?

Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly trembled, and the previous feeling of haziness and sleepiness disappeared instantly. What was left was only a feeling of fear like a ray of light on his back.

"It is said that there are wolves in the wilderness. They sometimes come out to look for food at night, and there are also some unknown beasts..."

The source of that light couldn't be their eyes, right?

Scratching around in a panic, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly discovered that in this place, apart from the branches of the crooked old tree, the only thing that could be used as a weapon was the pickle stone beside him that he could use to open a ladle for himself.

Well, the branch was probably broken in two blows, so it would be better to use a stone.

Cheng Zhiyuan also thought of drilling wood to make fire, or breaking rocks to spark sparks, but it was obvious that something in the darkness did not want to give him time to make a fire for lighting.

There is a buzzing sound, a buzzing sound, and a ghostly sound.

The light appeared again, but this time it was long and narrow.

Those are not the eyes of any living creature.

A terrible feeling of life-threatening danger came to his mind. Cheng Zhiyuan ignored the pain in his forehead and immediately stood up. He waved the pickled stone in the shape of a sword in his hand towards the surroundings, making two slaps.

However, after all, his physical strength was a little weak, and as the fear deepened, his hands and legs also trembled a little.

All life and death barriers only depend on a moment.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked ahead, and what appeared in the darkness was a "person" with twisted movements but extremely fast steps!

No, is that really a human being? Will someone wrap themselves in a dark shroud?

It was dark, sticky and tattered cloth, but it was layer by layer, wrapping the body airtight.

No eyes or mouth or nose.

The shrouded man still has...

The light that was emitted before was the sword in the hand of the shrouded man!

A strange and piercing murderous intention appeared. The hairs all over Cheng Zhiyuan's body stood up, and his whole body was in great panic!

What is this? A ghost? A zombie? Or...

At dusk in the swallow's nest, it's a matter of life and death!

The danger sense has been tested, and the so-called crow always works.

The shrouded man with twisted movements suddenly jumped up and in an instant, he rushed in front of Cheng Zhiyuan from at least ten meters away!

The wind swept across the earth, and the abyss resounded with the cry of snakes!

His body is still low, like a ferocious hyena or a terrifying tarantula!

The great terror has struck, leaving no chance for mortals to breathe!

The hair on Cheng Zhiyuan’s body exploded!

"Get away!"

The pickled stone was smacked forward, but the sword light of the shrouded man struck the stone, directly cutting Cheng Zhiyuan's shoulder with a bloody gap!

The rusty ironware stirs with flesh and blood, like a lover in love. The tip of the sword separates from the flesh and bones at the touch, and it is also like the cloth being torn into pieces, bringing up a bright red ribbon.

Blood spurts out!

Cheng Zhiyuan's head buzzed as if he had been hit with a heavy hammer, and he was stunned.

Blood!

Blood!

"ah!"

His hands suddenly covered his shoulders, and fear suddenly filled his heart!

That's a capital word "death"!

The body of the shrouded man passed over Cheng Zhiyuan's head, as if there was no weight. He turned over and landed on the ground six meters away. Following closely, the body moved 180 times in a way that no human being could.

He rotated at a speed, turned the tip of the sword, and came back to kill him!

His speed was not unacceptable, barely within the limit of what the naked eye could follow, but his twisted movements aggravated people's fear, just like a warrior who was always in a four-hundred-meter armed obstacle course.

This is the limit of human beings.

This time, Cheng Zhiyuan stumbled and fell, and the corpse-wrapped man's sword slashed Cheng Zhiyuan's back again. Fortunately, it was not very deep, not enough to see the bones.

But the burst of blood is still better than the spring of Baotu.

Cheng Zhiyuan's body rolled under the crooked old tree, and the pain was heartbreaking. But in fact, with an injury of this level, the moment of injury was more frightening than painful.

The shrouded man chased after him, swung his sword suddenly, and rushed out in an extremely twisted and weird posture.

That's not an action that humans can make, it's really like a ghost.

Terror sweeps across, and oppression is born in the darkness, but equally, where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Dogs can jump over walls when they are anxious, rabbits can bite tigers when they are angry, let alone humans?

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot and his teeth were almost broken!

"You piece of shit!"

The danger stimulated the nerves, and the blood stimulated the animal nature. Cheng Zhiyuan had just gotten up when the sword of the corpse-wrapped man struck again!

Blood energy rushes straight to the head, and the heavenly spirit emerges. At this critical moment of life and death, a person's potential will explode in an instant.

His body suddenly slumped, and the sword struck directly. It did not hit the physical body, but cut into the crooked neck old tree!

Cheng Zhiyuan's brain was congested at this time, and his body was dyed blood red. He swung the pickle stone and hit the corpse-wrapped man on the head!

It’s not about dying together, it’s about asking you to die!

boom!

This time, the head of the shrouded man was opened directly. However, the shroud was dented, but no blood spilled out. Instead, the shrouded man had already pulled out the sword from the tree trunk, and without taking it back, he just slashed horizontally!

The tree bark was flying, and this sword was about to cut Cheng Zhiyuan in half!
To be continued...