The curtain also shuddered, the well water was the same as ice water, and he felt that if he continued to soak it, he would have a serious illness if he didn't die.

Hurriedly let go of the mine manuscript in his hand, now it should be in a well, the wall of the well is full of moss, and he can't climb up with the mine manuscript at all.

And now is not the time to care about things outside of your body, surviving first is the most important thing.

After dropping the manuscript, Makuya immediately reached out and grabbed a stone brick on the wall of the shaft, but because the moss on it was too slippery, he couldn't borrow his strength.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and thrust his fingers into the tiny gap between the stone bricks and the stone bricks.

The gap is very narrow, and the flesh and blood blur when the finger is forcibly inserted.

Resisting the pain coming from his fingers, the curtain slowly climbed upwards.

Fortunately, the well is not very deep, and the water surface is only four or five meters from the wellhead.

It only took seven fingers to insert the finger into the crack in the stone, and it was already at the mouth of the well.

After crawling out of the wellhead with difficulty, he lay directly on the ground, gasping for breath to recover his strength.

Although the ten fingers are connected to the heart, fortunately, the previous experience of backtracking the space has given him a certain resistance to pain, otherwise even if it comes out, most of them will lose their ability to move due to severe pain.

After resting on the ground for about two minutes, Makuya stood up from the ground with his hands open.

Although the tolerance for pain is high, it does not mean that the pain is reduced, and it is better not to touch the wound if you can.

Makuya stood up and quickly scanned his surroundings.

It's a small courtyard of a house, nothing special.

After seeing that there was no danger, the curtain also counted his losses.

The mine manuscript and shovel are gone, and the forgiveness cap is gone.

The light bulb is still there, the soap is still there, and the wedding dress on the body is not damaged.

Insist on the curtain also exhaled, this loss is still acceptable.

After counting the losses, the curtain carefully picked up the soap and chose to use it.

The clothes on the body are full of water, which is uncomfortable and affects movement, and the wounds on the hands are full of moss and some black sludge, so it is better to deal with it as soon as possible to avoid infection.

After a burst of bubbles, the curtain also felt refreshed, except for the pain in the fingers, the rest of the place felt much more comfortable.

After doing this, the curtain also put his mind on the outside world.

This yard is the backyard of a house, and the curtain also cautiously came to the window of the house, looked inside, and found that there was no one, so he pushed the door and entered it.

The furniture in the house was all new and apparently inhabited, but that was clearly not good news in the wasteland.

"This can't be the Redcoat Village, right?"

[Is this the main character?] is thoughtful, just a little observation, and he already knows his situation, and sure enough, there are still two brushes to be the protagonist. 】

The corners of Makuya's mouth twitched, he didn't expect that he would be here anyway.

But as long as you don't die and go to that party's house, there shouldn't be any danger... Probably.

Take things as they come.

Makuya shook his head, not thinking about this yet.

His gaze quickly swept to the place in the room where the medicine might be stored, and now the first priority was to treat the wound on his hand.

It didn't take long for him to find a white cloth, which should be used to filter soy milk.

It also needs to be detoxified before it can be used.

There is no iodine, so I can only make up with medicinal wine.

Makuya's gaze looked at the aphrodisiac wine that was placed on the cabinet and soaked in coarse objects.

It's not a corrupt substance, it's just ordinary wine.

Looking at the various expensive drugs soaked inside, Makuya thought that this should probably help the wound heal quickly, right?

…

The curtain that wrapped his hands into rice dumplings also walked out of the room and into the street outside.

This place is exactly the same scene as the one Yan Luo remembers.

Everyone had a beaming smile on their faces, holding red lanterns in their hands, or red paper cuts, or talking to each other in groups of three or five while walking towards the Fang family's mansion in the distance.

He just looked over there, and walked quickly towards the exit of the Redcoat Village, he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"It's so late now, don't leave the village if you don't have anything urgent." Just when the curtain also saw the archway in his heart, there was a middle-aged woman's voice behind him.

The curtain also felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, and subconsciously turned his head to look.

Behind him was an aunt in her forties, who was holding a red lantern in her hand and was looking at her with a smile on her face.

When he saw his aunt's appearance clearly, his eyes shrank.

This aunt was the one who brought Yan Luo and the others to the Fang family's mansion, both in terms of clothes and appearance, they were exactly the same as the memories in the skull.

It was as if Yan Luo had just been separated from her for a short time.

The curtain only felt a chill down his spine, and he was so frightened that he turned around and fled towards the outside of the village without looking back.

When the aunt saw the curtain, she turned around and ran away without saying a word, muttering: "It's a pity, such a handsome young man actually has a problem with his brain." ”

...

…

After running out of the torii, the curtain also saw that no one was chasing behind him, so he was relieved.

It's a good thing he ran fast, otherwise he would have been here.

"It's better to get out of here quickly, it's too dangerous." The curtain also muttered to himself, and wanted to go back along the bluestone road.

However, when he saw the situation outside, he was completely stunned.

There is no bluestone road here, all of which are dirt slopes overgrown with wild grass.

"Makuya!"

When he was stunned and didn't know what to do, he suddenly heard someone calling him not far away.

This frightened him with a wit, and thought that he had escaped and was found by the things inside, and came to find him.

"Don't run, I'm Chang Li!"

Chang Li saw that he was going to run, and shouted again.

Constant force?

Turning around and seeing that it was really Chang Li, the curtain also breathed a sigh of relief, glanced around and didn't find anyone else, and then walked over: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Just like you."

"Same as me?"

"Well, I want to escape from this ghost place called Redcoat Village."

Hearing Chang Li's words, Makuya frowned: "What did you find?" ”

Chang Li didn't explain, but directly handed the diary in his hand to Makuya: "Look at it yourself." ”

Makuya frowned and took it.

Name: Diary of obsessive-compulsive disorder

Introduction: Those who can write a diary are not serious people.

Function:

[Forcibly recorded]: At any time, you will feel the urge to keep a diary, and the contents of the record cannot be changed.

"Corruption..."

The curtain only glanced at the panel of the diary, and was attracted by the contents of the part that Changli opened.

After reading the above content on the scene, his face became very ugly.

"It's all true?"

Chang Li nodded: "You should also see the function of this diary, it can't be changed." ”

"Doesn't that mean that you have come here this time with the thirteenth memory reset, and the seventh encounter with me!? In other words, my memory has been reset seven times? ”