Am I dead? Am I alive? Or am I starting dreaming again? The flood that I just experienced, and a series of things, was just my own daydream. Wake up, everything is fine.

So I really woke up, covered my head that was still in pain, supported my body with my right hand, and sat up. Trying to open my eyes, I found myself sitting on a river beach as far as the eye could see. Underneath him were all round pebbles, snow-white, crowded and lying quietly.

Where did you get washed up in the Yangma River? What about the flood? I struggled to my feet, glanced around a little, and my whole body stiffened in surprise. I saw that near the river, there were countless towers of soul summoning towers.

The Soul Calling Tower has several floors, representing how old the drowning child is. But some of the Soul Calling Towers here have collapsed, some are about to collapse, and none of them are intact.

Not far from him, there was a black object, like the shape of a ship, which was too large to tell due to the distance. I cautiously approached the object, and finally saw that it was indeed a ship. An aging diesel-powered ferry.

The ferry did not dock in the water near the shore, but abruptly ran aground on a rocky beach. The mottled hull is dirty and looks out of place with the environment.

I looked at the sky. There was no sun in the sky, no azure outlines, just layers of low dark clouds. The atmosphere around is surprisingly oppressive, and it makes people feel irritated and powerless. When I came to the boat, I finally climbed in, and the inside of this small ferry, which was only more than ten meters long, was suddenly unobstructed.

The cabin has modest seats for several rows of passengers, no wheelhouse, diesel engines at the back of the boat, and a handle next to it is the rudder that controls the direction. There was a picture of the engine, and after I looked at it carefully, I couldn't help but be stunned. I actually know the person on the side, it is the corpse that was fished up at the dock on the day of the scene, Zhao Fan.

Didn't it say that Zhao Fan's missing ship has never been found, why is it here? Why am I here? What exactly is this place? The injured head began to ache again, and I sat weakly in my chair, looking into the distance through the glassless window.

More than 10 meters away, there was a river flowing, and there were no trees or animals to be seen, and even the mosquitoes that lingered along the river disappeared. It's weird. What's even weirder is the river beach, I used my finger to draw a virtual line that crosses the river vertically in the air, and then looked in that direction, but I didn't expect to see the river beach. The ground is full of snow-white pebbles, and the crippled Soul Calling Towers piled up with pebbles.

There is no reason for such a view at all. There is no information about Yangma River in my memory. Not to mention anything else, just looking at such a large number of stones is enough to attract all the nearby sand and gravel fields to explode into madness. But there is no record of this place in any dedication, not even the satellite map that I saw before leaving.

Damn, what the hell are you in? Be sure to find a way to call for help and tell your parents that I haven't hung up yet, the bastards who still have hope and don't want to die.

The brain struggled to think about the pain, and in an instant, it denied several ways to survive and call for help. In the end, my brain was empty, and I realized that no matter what method I used now, it was completely ineffective for my current self. The best and only way out is to get out of this endless myriad of pebble cells. Maybe if you follow the river, keep walking, and you will always come to the Ming world. But was he still alive at that time?

No matter what, instead of sitting here and waiting for death, it is better to find death yourself. Thinking of this, I began to take action, gathered the edible things of the ship, put them into the bags I found, and prepared to disembark.

The moment I stepped out of the cabin and onto the side of the ship, I was stunned by what I saw. I saw that the river beach, which was empty just now, was densely packed with children of all ages. Dressed in costumes that had completely transcended the era, they squatted on the ground intently, piling up the Soul Summoning Tower in front of them.

What's going on? My brain was sluggish, and I was completely discarded in this unexpected situation, unable to think effectively. The bag he was carrying also fell to the ground due to fright, and the food rolled to the ground.

It took me a long time to come to my senses, and I continued to be ecstatic. It seems that he has not arrived in a strange place where birds do not lay eggs, but in the countryside shrouded in light. I just don't know which village near the Yangma River this is, and why they have this weird custom of piling up soul calling towers!

I quickly jumped off the ferry and asked one of the nearest children, "Little beauty, can you take me to your village?" ”

The seven-year-old girl didn't speak, didn't even look back at me, just kept silently burying her head in the pile of stones in front of her. I felt so uncomfortable that I seemed to have overlooked something important. I tried to talk to the other children around me, and finally, I understood that something was wrong.

Once again, I was stunned, the bone marrow of my whole body seemed to solidify, my muscles contracted, and I could no longer move. Voice, I can't even hear my own voice. It's no wonder that I started to feel maddening to be around me, but I didn't pay much attention to the anxiety and helplessness of coming to a strange place and the desire to survive.

Did you encounter the phenomenon of mysteriousdisappearances? In 1711, more than 4,000 Spanish soldiers were stationed overnight at Mount Pailenmin. When the reinforcements arrived the next day, the barracks were still burning, the horses and artillery were intact, and thousands of officers and soldiers were missing. The military searched for months, but there was still no trace.

One night in the spring of 1903, more than 100 Eskimos in a small village in northern Canada suddenly disappeared, and even the graves at the head of the village were opened, and the bones inside were missing, only clothing, eating utensils, drinking utensils and other daily necessities were lost. No one knows where those people went, and some researchers believe that beyond the three-dimensional space we live in, there is a fourth dimension that humans cannot perceive. I'm afraid that the position I am in now is one of the countless fourth-dimensional spaces.

It's no wonder I still don't feel hungry or have the slightest desire to excrete. Could it be that he is really dead, and now all that is left is a wisp of solitary soul? This is the Santu River at all, so where is the Nai He Bridge? Where is Meng Po?

"There is no Meng Po here, and there is no helpless bridge." Behind him, there was a laugh like a silver bell, which was very pleasant. Turning his head suddenly, he realized that a little girl had come behind him at some point, a very beautiful little girl.

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