To remind or not to remind, it is his business, whether the old pedant will go or stay, it is also his own thoughts, and both of them have made corresponding choices according to their own minds.

Gu Juan turned over and got on his horse, and soon left Youxie Town, and after one last look, he never looked back.

Totem......

According to the old pedant, the throat is very much the original totem enshrined by a tribe a long time ago.

If this speculation is true, then why is it still able to kill people with nightmares after so many years?

And now there are a lot of gods and wild gods in the official face of this Great Wei, as well as the people worship in private, but they have never shown any "miracles", I don't know how many years ago, even if it was worshiped at that time, now, why can it be different!?

Even if this thing is a living thing, a living thing with strange smells, then after being washed away by the river of time for so long, all its imprints should have been worn away.

He judged this, or the conclusion drawn from her words after a "long talk" with the bride in red by the river that night.

Just imagine, even such a powerful outlier as the bride in red is afraid of the wear and tear of time, so how did this Ji Throat of the Zhai tribe period carry the washing of time like flowing water and the deceased like Sifu?

If it weren't for that inexplicable silk book, no one in this world would have remembered that there was once such a tribe that enshrined such a totem called Ji Throat.

Suddenly, Gu Juan was shocked on horseback, and a strange thought flashed in his heart.

In the previous plane, he had seen such a view of death.

In a person's life, he will experience three deaths.

For the first time, when a person's heart stops beating and his breathing dies, he is biologically declared dead.

The second time, when a person is buried, people wear solemn black clothes to attend his funeral, cancel all kinds of documents, and then it will be announced that he no longer exists in this society, and you have quietly left.

The third death is the last person in this world to remember him, forget him, so that this person will really die, all traces related to it will no longer exist, the whole world will no longer have anything to do with him, and it will really be annihilated in the long river of history and time.

If he is just the most ordinary person among all living beings, then when all the people who knew him passed away, leaving behind all the belongings, and the blood was diluted little by little, and there was no longer any memory of this ancestor, he really lost the traces of his existence.

In an instant, Gu Juan suddenly had a deeper understanding of the two sentences "Forgetting is the real death" and "Some people are dead, but he is still alive".

So, when his divergent thinking turned around again, he couldn't help but think of when Hu Yuanwai took the silk scroll and read it as a miscellaneous book for toilet pastime......

Maybe he somehow turned on a switch somewhere, and the thing called the throat meter was re-reflected in people's minds.

If that's the case, that's the power of "missing", and when you think about it, it's terrifying.

According to the speed of the galloping horse, running non-stop for such a long time, Feng Liancun was roughly about ten miles ahead, Gu Juan stopped at this time by holding the reins, and took out the silk scroll from the back of the horse.

Call......

A pale gold flame ignited from the palm of Gu Ju's palm, completely enveloping the rolled silk book, as if it were holding a fiercely burning torch.

But after a few breaths, the flames dissipated, but the silk scroll was still unharmed, as if the flame that had just wrapped it had not appeared at all.

"This thing ......"

With a flip of his right hand, he had already sacrificed the jungle knife, and the blade of the axe slashed through a cold light, slashing heavily in the middle of the scroll.

Rumble!

Gu Juan's eyes were dark, and his ears were roaring.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a burst of winter thunder again, which suddenly exploded from high in the sky.

Click!

There was an extra crack in the scroll of silk books on the ground.

Gu Juan gritted his teeth, didn't say a word, raised his hand and fell with an axe.

Thundered!

The thunder roared again, rolling through the sky.

The golden flames flew and fell heavily wrapped in sharp axes.

Axe after axe.

He didn't care about it, and almost with all his strength, he picked up the patrol axe and smashed it down without a pause.

"I let you dream, I make you miss, I make you think like a dream......"

"I'm a muddy horse!"

Rumble!

The golden flames burst out again, slashing down at the same time as the patrol axe.

This time, the silk scroll, which was already full of cracks, finally overwhelmed and broke into several pieces with a crisp sound.

In the sky, the thunder was almost connected, and the birds and beasts were so frightened that they could no longer care about anything else, and began to emerge from their hiding places, and frantically fled frantically on the snow that had not yet melted.

After a long time, Gu Juan stopped with a sigh of relief, looking at the silk scroll that had turned into ashes on the ground and gradually dissipated, and finally a faint smile finally appeared on his face that had been gloomy for a long time.

After a while, he regained his composure and continued to rush towards Fenglian Village.

It's true that he ruined this silk book, but the crisis has not really been resolved, maybe even the disgusting throat that doesn't know whether it is dead or alive can't be called a bit, at most it can only ease the evil spirit in his heart a little.

When the sky was bright, Gu Juan, who was running all the way, finally came to the location of Feng Lianzhuang in his memory.

At this moment, he had to use the description of the location in his memory.

Because a few days ago, I heard the sound of chickens and dogs, and the small village where the farms and houses were all located mysteriously disappeared.

It's really like what the nurse who reported back from the investigation of Xilun Town said, it just disappeared, whether it was people, houses and farmland, all disappeared without a trace, and there was not a trace left.

Even the few wild dogs that he temporarily locked in the pen and let his grandfather feed him no longer found any traces of existence.

Everything in front of him suddenly made him feel that everything seemed to be so illusory and unreal.

Just like Zhuang Zhou's dream, I don't know if the waking he thinks he is now dreaming, or if the nightmare of the fourth watch in the middle of the night is dreaming.

Gu Juan compared the situation in front of him and the situation faced by the deserted village in detail, and after some thought, he still thought that there was an essential difference between the two.

In his cognition, the deserted village incident should be the kind of gray fog that has changed people's spiritual perception, just like putting on a real holographic game helmet, thinking that what he is doing is actually a blind toss under his own imagination.

As soon as he came to the game field that he was more familiar with, Gu Juan suddenly had a little more imaginable space for the situation in front of him.

It can even diverge into irresponsible fantasies about the whole world.

"Could it be that I'm actually in a game where the planners have worked hard overtime and done another data update?"

"Now that the Nightmare Dungeon has been opened, players need to log out and log in again before they can play the game normally?"

"But if a real person like me goes into battle, how can I save my data and exit safely?"

Gu Juan took a deep breath of cool air and began to think irresponsibly again, in order to relieve his increasingly swollen head.

But he quickly gathered his thoughts and turned his attention back to the analysis and judgment of the current situation.

There is still a lot to do, and the time is also very tight, and he cannot afford the slightest slack and relaxation.