The red sand under their feet began to flow, and the two of them were surprised to think that there was quicksand, but after a while, they discovered that this was not the case.
A thin layer of red sand flows forward as if blown by the wind.
A huge black pit appeared on the ground ahead.
After the sun went down, a red and white moon appeared on the horizon. The red moonlight spread over the entire world, outlining the square outline of the pit.
Qin Yin and Wen Ling carefully walked to the pit and looked around.
"What the hell is this?" Qin Yin took half a step back, "I can't see anything."
She wanted to step back, but Wen Ling held her hand.
Wenling looked up at Qin Yin, her face a little pale. She pointed at the dark pit with her other finger, "Xiaolan."
Qin Yin reacted for a while.
"Xiaolan..." She blinked, "Is she down there?"
Wen Ling pursed her lips tightly and nodded silently.
Qin Yin lowered his head and looked at the huge pit.
"Then we...should jump?"
Asking Ling cannot make a decision.
After all, if the two of them jumped this time, they might fall to their death.
After a while, Qin Yin made up his mind, "Let's do this, Wen Ling, I'll jump down first, and then...if you don't hear my voice, don't jump, just wait for me here, you know?"
Wen Ling understood, but she refused, "No."
"Ask the spirit..."
Wen Ling grabbed Qin Yin's hand and squeezed it hard, "Together."
Qin Yin was greatly moved, "Wen Ling... Okay, then should we hug each other and dance together?"
"No."
"……good."
The two held hands and stood by the pit and took a deep breath. Half of Qin Yin's feet were already in the air. The two looked at each other one last time and prepared to take off.
In the pit, a staircase emerged.
"Hey..." Qin Yin braked suddenly, stopped, and quickly helped Wen Ling on the side to stop casting spells, "A ladder came out."
Stairs leading into darkness.
"It seems that he was moved by our sincerity," Qin Yin snapped his fingers, "It's very good, it looks quite strong... Let's go, Wenling, pick up Xiaolan..."
The two of them lit up the last remaining flashlight in their hands, followed each other closely, and walked down the stairs step by step into the pit.
The red moon is still so calm.
The red sand stopped flowing.
The moonlight rotates and shines on the boundless desert. On the desert, there are neither figures of the two people nor any pits.
***
"You really can't feel where your hand is?" The fool said in disbelief, "It was still nearby just now."
Not only that, it wanted to strangle me.
"How do you feel? I don't know how." The man asked humbly, "Will a person have this ability after death? Can you teach me?"
"This... this is not a question of whether to teach or not..."
"Is it your talent?" The man was a little frustrated, "It seems that I don't have that kind of talent."
"Don't be sad," Baomu patted the man on the shoulder, "You should be glad that those hands are not with us. I think your hands may have been contaminated. Otherwise, how could it attack people at will? Logically speaking, your hands It should be more casual with you, but it seems like you don’t even dare to kill a chicken.”
"But those are my hands after all." The man looked down at his empty sleeves. "All my memories related to the piano are in those hands."
Fool and Baomu stopped talking. They looked at each other, a little hesitant.
A dead man who knew nothing, was thrown alone into a world he could not understand.
Baomu took a look at the man's blue chin and the thin layer of beard on his chin that he couldn't shave off in time.
Somewhat dull, but very stubborn.
Maybe a genius.
So much like him.
"First, we are going to find our friends," Baomu said, "You can follow us, and when we find them, we will help you find them together."
The fool's eyes were a little surprised, but he said nothing.
"Friends?" The man's eyes widened, "Oh my god... Do you still have friends here? Did you die together? What happened? Was there some disaster?..."
In the man's heart, Fool and Baomu were already dead. The two "dead men" didn't want to waste time explaining, so they made up some random disaster to get over it.
"Then where should we go first?" The man looked quite motivated.
"First..." Idiot put his hands on his hips and looked around, "Let's get to know each other first. Just call me Idiot."
"Fool?"
"Uh, my name is Baomu," Baomu quickly changed the subject, "What's your name?"
"My name is Mr. Shen."
***
Luo Jiutian and Taoist Master stole a pot from a villager's house in front of him. The villager still didn't respond. He just sat on the steps in front of the door to enjoy the cool air and did not show any concern for the two men who walked out carrying his pot. People look at it.
"This man doesn't seem to have died miserably," Luo Jiutian pointed at him, "He was probably choked to death."
"Have you got the axe?" The Taoist Master saw the rusty ax held in Luo Jiutian's left hand and nodded, "Okay, let's chop some more firewood so that we can cook the sweet potatoes."
"It's a pity that there is no meat to eat..."
The Taoist priest glanced at Luo Jiutian strangely, "You're not thinking about those dead people, are you?"
"Taoist Priest! What do you think of me? I can't eat dead people!"
The Taoist priest smiled for a moment, and then realized that something was wrong with his words. He quietly took the ax over and breathed out.
The hungry Luo Jiutian ate the sweet potatoes happily. The Taoist priest remained elegant beside him. When the sun set, the two of them had completed the dinner task and hid the stolen vegetables and pot in the woods. Pat your butt and start again.
As a mage, the Taoist Master carried the ax. Luo Jiutian walked beside him and wanted to express some opinions. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. The one with the ax was the boss.
"Shall we go directly to that ancestral hall?" Luo Jiutian asked, "Do you still remember where the ancestral hall is?"
"I forgot a long time ago," the Taoist priest replied half-jokingly, "grab a villager and ask."
"Where can I catch him? Everyone is sleeping... Even dead people have to sleep, right?"
"Then let's see whose house is open, and then go in and ask." The Taoist priest said matter-of-factly.
Luo Jiutian was silent.
How could a good Taoist priest turn into a gangster after taking up the axe?
Did the ax flip a switch inside him?
"Let's apply ourselves to others," Luo Jiutian explained patiently, "If it's us, we are sleeping in the middle of the night, and a man with an ax suddenly appears beside the bed and says, 'Fellow, I want to ask you something.' What do you mean? how to think?"
The Taoist priest stopped and looked thoughtful, "It doesn't look good."
Luo Jiutian nodded fiercely.
Not only is it not very good.
"Let's do this," the Taoist priest pushed Luo Jiutian forward. "Jiutian, come on. I'll be waiting for you at the door with an axe. Don't be afraid. Go ahead. I believe in you."
