Gu Juan pulled the carriage all the way forward, still silently counting the steps.

Although he didn't run directly in order to maintain his strength, even then it was definitely not slow, at least it was much faster than the graceful speed after riding the carriage out of the city.

His stride was not small, and he stepped out of a distance of almost a meter, so when he counted to 50,000 steps and did not see the outline of the city wall, he stopped directly, and immediately ruled out the possibility that he was still in the territory of Great Wei.

One step and one meter, fifty thousand steps is a hundred miles, according to this distance, he should have almost crossed the entire capital, instead of not being able to see the village or the store as he is now, there is only a straight long road left and right, and a cold carriage accompanies him.

Gu Juan leaned on the wheels and began to rest, while looking around vigilantly at the same time.

Without all kinds of otherworldly means of perception, he can only use this most primitive means to obtain information and guard against sudden attacks that may come at any time.

At this moment, he felt like he had returned to the time when he had just crossed over, as a little dart master who had been captured by Vice Admiral Teng, he stepped into the misty mountain village shrouded in the shadow of death, and walked through the dark streets that could not be completed no matter what.

But at that time, he escaped from it by digging through the wall all the way and burning it with an axe, and in this situation, where is there a room for him to cut down, and where can he find a subordinate like Han Xiong who is loyal to the command?

Gu Juan sighed lowly, and it was only at this time that he suddenly discovered that in recent times, all his calmness, all his confidence, and his invincible and persevering faith and beliefs were actually mostly based on his own strength, and once he lost almost all of his cultivation power, everything was like a castle in the air, and there was a danger of collapsing and collapsing at any time.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes sharply, staring at somewhere in the distance ahead, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Interesting, really interesting.

He had just thought that there was no house for axes to chop down here, and the next moment he had quite thoughtfully got him a wooden house?

If you can't chop it, you'll be sorry for the axe he's been carrying.

When I let go of the reins and came closer, I saw that in addition to the lonely wooden house, there was a small figure squatting in front of the wooden house, as if playing with sand and mud there.

Gu Juan hid the axe into the void, and took a closer look at it.

His back to him was supposed to be a little boy of about four or five years old, with a small shovel half a foot long, and he was indeed digging and playing with sand and mounds of dirt there.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the moon's position.

I have to say that the little boy in front of me is not normal.

Even if there is no strange incident, even if it is really a family of ordinary people living on the edge of the official road, they will not go without sleep in the second half of the night, and let their children pee and mud outside, shovel soil and dig sand.

So, let's chop an axe first.

In such an extreme environment, the probability that this room and this little boy appeared in front of him in such a way is basically negligible.

It's a pity that since he woke up in the dark, not only have all the exercises disappeared, but even the axe has been in a constant state of heat, resulting in him completely unable to judge whether the wooden house and the child in front of him are strange creatures by the temperature change of the axe handle.

Gu Juan took a deep breath, put his steps to the lightest, and slowly clenched the double-edged axe that had just appeared.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if this is really a little boy, because he can't sleep at night, he secretly runs out to play in the sand, then for the safety of his own life, he has to draw an axe first, and there is no other better option to consider.

In such a situation, any kindness and carelessness may become a noose wrapped around one's neck, and a slight pull will take one's life.

I don't know why, Gu Juan suddenly found that he couldn't control his steps, 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 by one point, and when he reached the last zhang or so, he felt a little unable to lift his legs with his strength. E-Book Workshop

The moonlight and starlight dimmed silently, and it was pitch black all around, and gusts of wind gradually rose, and it seemed to be mixed with some ghosts crying wolf howls, which couldn't help but sound creepy.

Gu Juan frowned, remembering what Hongyi had mentioned before, it could be discovered, but it could not be killed, and in that place, there would be an inexplicable feeling of depression......

So, what he is facing now is an inexplicable and wonderful feeling of depression, and is it also the strange anecdote incident in her mouth?

Then, he wanted to know what kind of situation the Anosa creature that could not be killed by the red clothes would be when faced with the third-level jungler knife in his hand.

Finally, Gu Juan came to the wooden house step by step.

Now the little boy was just three paces in front of him, still crouching on the ground and piling up sand, as if he had no idea that a man with an axe had quietly approached behind him.

The little boy kept his back to Gu Ju, he couldn't see the little boy's face, and the little boy couldn't see his person.

Gu Juan exhaled lightly, and at the last moment, he gave up the idea of picking up the axe directly and cutting it down, but asked gently and calmly, "Little friend, who are you?

Even if the other party is a creature of a strange incident, then you should try to see if you can communicate with each other, so as to get more useful information from it.

The little boy was still shoveling the sand, and he didn't pay any attention to him.

Gu Ju's smile remained unchanged, even a little thicker than just now, "Little pot friend, what are you doing here alone?"

This time the little boy finally spoke, turned his back to him, and replied in a milky voice, "I'm playing with sand." ”

Gu Juan rubbed the axe, which had been heating up since he woke 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 in the sand here. ”

"Why can't I go home?"

"My father and mother can't remember me anymore, they don't want me anymore, and everyone can't remember me anymore. ”

The little boy's voice was full of sadness, and it sounded so desolate that one could hardly help but cry when you 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...... I don't know how long it was, but I know that it's been a long, long time, I've been here all along, and I can't go anywhere, uncle, do you want to play with me?"

At the end, his voice sounded happy, in stark contrast to the sadness he had just had.

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 harsh, like a night owl crying in the yin wind of the call sign, "Aren't you coming to accompany me, you don't come to accompany me, why do you come to me!?"

"Why have you all forgotten me, why didn't you come to accompany me!?"

Gu Juan looked at the back of his head silently, and when he spoke again, his voice was still calm and gentle, "I came to you because I was very lonely and lonely, and I just wanted to find someone to breathe and talk...... But you're still young and don't know what it means to be really lonely, that's why you're so hysterical, thinking that screaming and crying will get other people's attention and satisfy your own little wishes. ”

"It's like when my uncle was still in elementary school, the female companion I secretly liked suddenly stopped talking to me, and I would write on a penguin "Never love again, sad to the extreme, let go" such a sad sentence, now looking back, is it very similar to you now?"

"It's all the same contrived, and stupid. ”