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Gu Juan pulled the carriage all the way forward, still silently counting the steps.
Although in order to maintain his physical strength, he didn't directly gallop, but even so, it was definitely not slow, at least it was much faster than the leisurely speed after riding out of the city in a carriage.
His strides are not too small, and one step is almost the distance of Mishu, so when he counted 50,000 steps and hadn't seen the outline of the city wall, he stopped directly and ruled it out immediately. The possibility that he is still in the land of Great Wei.
A step of one meter, 50,000 steps is a hundred miles. Calculated according to this distance, he should have almost crossed the entire capital city, instead of not going to the village in front of him or the shop in the back as he is now. The long road, and a cold carriage accompanied him.
Gu Juan leaned on the shaft of the car and began to rest, while looking around vigilantly at the surrounding environment.
Without all kinds of otherworldly perception methods, he can only use this most primitive method to obtain information and guard against sudden attacks that may come at any time.
At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he had just crossed over. As a young bodyguard who was captured by Lieutenant Teng, he stepped into the misty mountain village shrouded in the shadow of death. A dark street that can't be walked all the way.
But at that time, he escaped from the house by hacking the house through the wall and burning the fire with the axe. Now, in this situation, where is there a house for him to cut down, and where is he going to find a heart like Han Xiong? The real subordinates are loyal and obedient to orders?
Gu Juan let out a low sigh, and it wasn't until this time that he suddenly realized that most of his composure, confidence, and invincible and persevering confidence in recent times were actually based on his own strength. And once you lose almost all the power from your practice, everything will be like a castle in the air, and there is a danger of disintegrating and collapsing at any time.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes suddenly, staring at a place in the distance ahead, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
Interesting, indeed very interesting.
He just thought that there is no house here for the axe, and the next moment he thoughtfully got him a wooden house?
In this case, if it is too late to chop it, I am sorry for the ax he has been carrying in his hand.
I loosened the rein and came closer to see, besides the lonely wooden house, there was actually a small figure squatting in front of the wooden house, as if playing with sand and mud there.
Gu Juan hid the ax in the void, moved closer and observed carefully.
The one with his back to him should be a little boy about four or five years old, holding a half-foot-long small shovel in his hand, and he was indeed digging sand and piling up soil for fun.
He retracted his gaze and looked up at the position of the moon.
I have to say that the little boy in front of me is not normal.
Even if there are no strange incidents, even if it is really a common people living on the edge of the official road, they will not stay up in the middle of the night and let their children pee and mud outside, shovel and dig sand.
Well, let's chop an ax first.
Under such an extreme environment, this room and this little boy appeared in front of him in such a way that the probability that the other party was a real living person was basically negligible.
It's a pity that since he woke up in the dark, not only have all the exercises disappeared, but even the ax has been in a state of constant heat, which made it impossible for him to judge from the temperature change of the ax handle. The wooden house and the child in front of him Is it a strange creature?
Gu Juan took a deep breath, put his footsteps to the lightest, and slowly grasped the double-edged ax that had just appeared.
Taking a step back, even if this is really a little boy who secretly ran out to play with the sand because he couldn't sleep at night, then for the safety of his own life, he would have to draw an ax first, and there is no other better choice Can consider it.
Under such circumstances, any kindness and carelessness may become a noose wrapped around one's neck, and one light pull will take one's life away.
For some reason, Gu Juan suddenly found that he couldn't control his footsteps. The closer he got to the wooden house, the heavier his legs became. Every time he took a step closer to the little boy, the cold and oppressive feeling increased. When he was about ten feet away, he couldn't even lift his legs with his strength.
The moonlight and starlight dimmed silently, and it was pitch black all around, with gusts of overcast wind gradually picking up, and there seemed to be some ghosts crying and wolves mixed in.The voice of ?? sounds creepy.
Gu Juan frowned, remembering what Hongyi once mentioned, it can be found, but it cannot be killed, and there will be an inexplicable feeling of depression in that place
So, what he is facing now is the inexplicable feeling of depression, is it also the weird and strange incident she said?
Then, he really wanted to know what would happen to the strange creatures who couldn't be killed by the red clothes when they faced the level three jungle knife in his hand.
Finally, Gu Pan came to the wooden house step by step.
Now the little boy was in front of him, only three steps away, still squatting on the ground piled with sand, as if he didn't even know that there was a person approaching quietly with an ax behind him.
The little boy kept his back to Gu Juan, he couldn't see the little boy's face, and the little boy couldn't see his people either.
Gu Juan exhaled softly, and at the last moment he gave up the idea of ??directly swiping the ax to chop down, but asked gently and calmly, "Little friend, who are you? Turn your face around and let the uncle take a look, okay?"
Even if the other party is the creature of the strange news event, you should first try to see if you can communicate a little or two, so as to get more useful information from it.
The little boy was still shoveling the sand and soil, and he didn't care about him at all.
Gu Juan's smile remained the same, it was even stronger than before, "Little friend, what are you doing here alone?"
This time the little boy finally spoke, and with his back turned to him, he replied in a childlike voice, "I'm playing with sand."
Gu Juan stroked the axe that had been feverish since waking up, but there was no other change, and sighed lowly, "Is this your home? It's so late, why don't you go home and sleep?"
"I can't go home, so I can only play with sand here."
"Why can't you go home?"
"Father and mother can't think of me anymore, they don't want me anymore, and everyone can't think of me anymore."
The little boy's voice was full of sadness, and it sounded so bleak that it made people almost cry when they heard it.
Gu Juan frowned slightly, suppressed the sadness that surged up without warning, and continued to smile, "How long have you been playing here?"
The little boy said, "How long has it been I don't know how long it is, I only know that it has been a long, long time. I have always been here and I can't go anywhere. Uncle, do you want to play with me?"
In the end, his voice sounded happy, which was in stark contrast to the sadness just now.
Gu Juan shook his head slowly, "Uncle is very busy and doesn't have time to play with you."
Suddenly, the little boy's voice became sharp and shrill, like a night owl screaming in the dark wind of the call sign, "Aren't you coming to accompany me? Why are you coming to me!?"
"Why do you all forget about me, why don't you come to accompany me!?"
Gu Juan silently looked at the back of his head, and when he spoke again, his voice was still calm and gentle, "I came to look for you because I was lonely and just wanted someone to talk tobut you are still young and don't know what is I'm really lonely, that's why I'm so hysterical, thinking that screaming and crying will get other people's attention, and then satisfy my little wish."
"It's like when my uncle was still in elementary school, and the girlfriend who secretly liked suddenly stopped talking to me, I would write on a penguin, "I will never love again, I am so sad that I let go" Such a sad sentence, looking back now, is it similar to you now?"
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