There is an old saying that the house leak happens to rain overnight, and the boat is late and has a head wind, and this is how I feel at the moment.

"Oops, what now?" I looked at the fuel gauge and became even more nervous.

The others also came over, looked at the oil gauge, and the fat man was dumbfounded and said, "Damn, don't you want us to walk back?"

"It's fine. I took a deep breath and said, "It's a big deal that I put you all in the flying saucer, and I will go alone, I have many means, and I will definitely be able to break this infinite loop." ”

"This is also the last last option, I think there is some food in it, it should last a while. Grandpa sighed and said: "But don't be pessimistic, at least it's not that time yet, I believe that there is no endless way, I can be resurrected if I die once, I don't believe that there is a hurdle that cannot be passed." ”

Then at this moment, as soon as Grandpa's words were finished, a figure appeared in our field of vision.

Through the glass of the bus, we saw a foal not far ahead.

Yes, it was the foal that the little boy stroked yesterday.

The foal slowly ran towards us, stopping about five meters from the bus.

"Get out of the car, follow the foal and you'll be able to get out of the loop. Grandpa said excitedly.

Everyone opened the door and got out of the car.

Strangely enough, the foal was not afraid of us, and when he saw us getting out of the car, he turned around and walked slowly in the direction from which he came.

As we walked, we turned our heads to see if we were keeping up.

It's just that I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be tears in the corners of the foal's eyes, did it cry?

I didn't have time to think about it, but followed, and didn't dare get too close, for fear of scaring the foal.

The foal also walks strangely, sometimes walking towards the front, then turning around and turning back.

After walking like this for about half an hour, we even suspected that the foal was stuck in a loop and couldn't get out, so we cried.

But Grandpa always believed that this foal was not ordinary, and that he must have come to save us.

Grandpa kept insisting, and we had no other way, so we kept following the foal.

Then, led by the foal, a white light suddenly appeared in front of him.

"See, that's the exit. Grandpa jumped excitedly.

The foal stepped in, and was instantly swallowed up by the dawn and disappeared.

We were close to each other and entered the dawn, when suddenly our eyes lit up and the scenery in front of us suddenly changed.

"Isn't it?" I glanced around, and there were yurts all around, and we were in the yurts.

And it's still familiar, isn't this the yurt we stayed in last night?

"How so?" I looked at my grandfather dumbfounded.

Grandpa's brows furrowed into pimples, his face turned pale, and his lips trembled a little, and he said, "Maybe we didn't leave the yurt at all last night." ”

"Didn't leave the yurt?What was our experience last night?Was it sleepwalking?Or was it a fantasy?" I asked casually.

"Maybe it's an illusion, or maybe it's a formation. Grandpa shook his head and said, "What is it, I don't know, let's go out and see, what's going on?"

"Bart, Bart, are you there?" Grandpa shouted into the outside of the yurt.

We went out of the yurt with my grandfather, but there was no one outside the yurt.

"Bart......" We shouted along, and then went to look at the yurts next door, and even when I closed my eyes and sensed the surroundings, there was no one.

"What's strange? everything is still there, where did this man go?" said the old dog, who came back in a circle.

"The ashes of the campfire over there are still smoking, the same one we burned last night. The fat man pointed not far away.

"The hundreds of horses and sheep they kept in captivity are gone, could it be that they have gone out to graze?" the brother asked rhetorically.

"It's impossible, if it's grazing, you don't need dozens of people to go out together, at least a few old people will be left here to guard the base camp. I thought, "By the way, what about the foal?"

"yes, what about the foal?" everyone noticed.

"Here it is. Suddenly, not far away, my sister-in-law spoke up, and she said, "As soon as I came out, I followed this foal, and it seemed to be crying." ”

We ran over and surrounded the foal, only to find that the foal's eyes were watery and tears were coming from the corners of his eyes.

"Pony, can you understand us? I ask you, what about your people, and where did your mother and the little boy go? Where did the little boy who kept touching your head go?" I reached out and touched the foal's head.

The foal hisses with a foul air in his nostrils, then slips out of the crowd and walks not far away.

"Let's go, keep up. Grandpa said again.

We followed the foal again to the meadow not far away, and as we left the yurt, we saw the bus, which had stopped at the same place last night, and had not moved at all, and what we had experienced was probably a hallucination.

The fat man was still holding a compass in his hand, and then suddenly shouted, "No, what's the matter with this compass?"

We took a closer look and noticed that the needle of the compass was spinning for a while, as if it was broken, but it could also be disturbed by a strong magnetic field.

The old dog suddenly looked at my brother and asked, "You are also a small city god, why can't you play here?"

"This place is very strange, and it's not in the country, it's out of bounds, there's no prairie, there's no temple, there's no land for mountain gods, how can there be a place to find people?"

I'm even more confused, according to my brother's statement, the land of the mountain gods should really exist, but we have never seen it.

Then just then, a foul smell wafted into the wind.

"What smells, so stinky?" everyone covered their noses at the same time.

"It's the smell of corpses, something happened. "I learned to pick up bones with my master before, and I have also studied necrosis and bone art, and I am a tomb robber, I have never smelled anything else, but the smell of corpses is very familiar.

We chased after the short distance, only to find that the foal had been walking ahead and didn't know where to take us.

The further I went, the more the stench of the corpse grew, but under my induction, there was no special color.

"What's that?" the fat man covered his nose and pointed ahead.

We looked up and saw a huge flower.

"Corpse incense konjac?" Grandpa was taken aback, quickly walked in front of the corpse incense konjac, and said: "No wonder there is such a stinky smell, I thought it was the smell of the corpse, but I didn't expect it to be this corpse incense konjac, but it doesn't seem to be the same, how can it be black?"

(End of chapter)