A red thread stretched straight across the wasteland, cutting continuously with no end in sight.
Yan Yueming used all his strength to pull on the red thread, and Chen Yaoshou used all his strength to pull on him to prevent him from being dragged away. Only then could he maintain his balance. But a gust of wind blew by, and the strong wind swept the grass blades, carrying some withered grass blades on the wasteland and some tiny bones that came from unknown places into the sky.
The grass blades were cut by red lines, the bones fell to the ground again, and the wind blew through the holes of the dried hairtail fish and whimpered. Yan Yueming and Chen Yeyouming were knocked to the ground and dragged two meters apart in an instant. Fortunately, Chen Yeyouming pulled out his knife in time, inserted it into the gap between the stone slabs, and used the knife as an anchor to stabilize their bodies. Drag it directly into the wasteland.
Yan Yueming gritted her teeth and looked up at the night sky.
The night was thick and dark, as if it wanted to eat people.
Those flickering snowflakes have been covered, and the black shadows are overwhelming. The cat god is suppressed and retreats a lot. The believers on the wall, led by another apostle, were already kneeling down to pray devoutly.
Great cat god.
Your devout followers hereby offer you their purest faith.
Please come back.
Please hold on.
Was last night's bravery just a flash in the pan?
It's because we woke up too late, our hearts are like a pool of stagnant water, and we can't provide you with the best support. But this wasteland can witness together that we are determined to face everything with a more positive and brave attitude, to welcome back the glory that should belong to us!
"Cat God."
"Did you hear that?"
Devout believers prostrate themselves on the ground, praying and asking questions.
They were heartbroken when they saw the increasingly dim cat's eyes. At this moment, the wind unexpectedly sent a question: "Then stand up and use your own eyes to look directly at the shadow of the past."
"That heretic!"
"It's heresy!"
The heretics ran into the temple, and they stood on the other side of the wall, watching them from a high place, as if judging them in a condescending manner.
The believers were in an uproar.
However, the heretic Busha's voice was sonorous and resounding, "I am a heretic because I do not believe in gods. I dare to walk in the wilderness and face the shadows, but you will only huddle in the temple, protected by the cat god, and live an ignoble existence!" "
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Bad talk!"
"Bold heresy!"
How could the believers accept such insult? They got up from the ground one by one to chase the heretics and beat them. But they got up and started running. When they ran along the direction of the wall, their eyes would see the shadow of the old days. Each of them seemed to be hit by a shield, and their bodies were stiff.
"What's wrong? Isn't this going to work?" Bu Xia didn't have a mask, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shifted his gaze from their faces to the horizon.
As a heretic, she cannot be tolerated in the wasteland at night, nor can she be tolerated in the temple. She had to load stones in the wasteland and escape from the temple. The world was so dangerous that there was no place for her. But at this moment, she was standing here, standing on the dividing line between the temple and the wasteland. Only her fellow heretic Wu Yuan, who was still staring at the red line, knew how difficult it was for her.
But from the bottom of his heart, Bu Xia really wanted to endure it, or rather, challenge him.
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Yan Yueming and Chen Yaoye were still dragging red lines on the ground. Why do these believers kneel here peacefully? It’s bullshit that there are tall people who can stand up to the sky when it falls. If you have the ability, stand up with me.
"Your real enemy is out there. ()"
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Yan Yueming didn't know what his teammates were talking about. His mind was buzzing and he felt like his blood vessels were about to explode. The red thread in his hand has the hottest color in the world, but it has become very cold. Endless pressure is transmitted through the thread. It is obviously just a light thread, but it seems to be able to suppress him and Chen Yeye together. collapse.
He could even hear his bones crunching.
Fortunately he was lying on the ground now, otherwise it would have been fatal.
Chen Yeye's condition is worse than that of Yan Yueming. Although he has good physical fitness, Yan Yueming is an apostle and his eyes are about to turn golden. He can bear more mental pressure than others. much higher.
But Xiao Ming hasn't said a word yet, how can Chen Yeye allow himself to give up? Once they let go, the red thread may be dragged away, and it will be difficult for them to hold a divine descending ceremony.
no.
I don't believe I can't do it.
Chen Yeye had a stubborn temper since he was a child, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. What they didn't know was that on the distant horizon, there was a group of people as silent as stones, hiding in the grass, holding the line for them and bearing part of the pressure.
The dragging feeling brought to them by the red line is on the one hand physical, and on the other hand, it is actually spiritual. Chen Yeye and Yan Yueming were both strong enough to pull the red line, but in fact more pressure had been filtered out here.
These people are Li Heping's exploration team.
They walked hard along the horizon and explored for a long time, trying to find a way to cross the dimensional wall and get to Xiao Ming, but they all failed. Just when they were about to turn back, night fell, and a ball of wool appeared in front of them. Before anyone could react, it rolled into the nothingness beyond the horizon.
Then at some point, the red line suddenly straightened.
Although he didn't know what this red line represented or what its purpose was, Li Heping, who had experienced hundreds of battles, still made the most accurate judgment in the shortest time.
He reached out and took hold of the line, followed by the rest of the search and rescue team. Because it was near the horizon, they might fall into the void if they were not careful, so they did not make any dragging movements and simply held it.
The shadows of the past return, they are too close and must remain still. But through that straight red line, the kind of mental oppression, intimidation, and even whipping transmitted through each hand is constantly being filtered and intercepted.
The pressure is constantly dispersed.
Muffled sounds came from the grass from time to time. The young team members couldn't bear it and were in danger of fainting at any time, but no one said a word. Li Heping became more and more certain that this red line was connected to some extraordinary existence, such as Xiang.
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sp;If this is the case, then you definitely can’t let it go. And he suspected that the source of this red line should not be the wasteland where Wen Renjing was, but... Xiao Ming's side.
in his
() Inference, the horizon should be the junction of some kind of space. Although it is impossible to climb over the dimensional wall to Xiao Ming's side through here, maybe this magical red line can.
Commonly known as, a glimmer of hope.
The teacher is older and likes this kind of meaning. Oh, he can also hold the red thread while cursing in his heart. It is commonly known as the "marriage" of thousands of miles.
A thread.
Regardless of whether it is the opposite or not, it is definitely not a good thing.
But the situation tonight is indeed a bit bad.
Li Heping didn't need to look up to know that the black shadow had grown larger. He thought of Wen Renjing, who was fond of chewing words, and of the phrase "Dark clouds are overwhelming the city, threatening to destroy it."
The poem is roughly like that.
Can golden cat eyes hold up?
Can Xiao Ming withstand it?
Li Heping held the red thread tightly and cursed in his heart, trying to attract hatred.
But as Zhizhi said, the will of the world does not depend on human beings. Although Lebanese and Heping have been under a lot of pressure, and some search and rescue team members are almost unable to support it, the deterrence from nothingness still passes through The red line finally fell on the shoulders of Yan Yueming and Chen Yeye.
Yan Yueming's eyes showed a golden luster in the dark night. He struggled to hold on to the red thread, lying on the ground in an awkward posture, panting.
While panting, his pupils zoomed. The same goes for cat eyes in the dark.
The cat's eyes were forced back step by step, and the light became dimmer.
The believers on the wall rose up to resist, but it was not easy to face the shadow. When they hoped to share some pressure with the cat god, they often fell down one after another.
Within two hours, there were not many people left on the wall.
The night is far from over yet.
So Wu Yuan, who stayed behind in the wasteland, set a fire.
The patches of grass on the wasteland are extremely flammable. Almost in the blink of an eye, the flames are connected into patches, gradually starting to set the prairie fire into a sea of fire. But in fact, it is a foul act to light a fire in the dark wilderness. The firelight will illuminate one's own shadow, exposing oneself to the shadow of the past.
After setting the fire, Wu Yuan rolled in the swamp and covered himself with mud. Like a stranded fish, hide in a sheltered place for a moment of respite.
He actually didn't know whether this move was useful, but it was an instinctive behavior for humans to raise a torch when facing desperate and unshakable darkness. Maybe in this absurd and weird world of gaps, the fire on the ground can burn the giant octopus in the sky?
This dish is called charcoal grilled octopus.
Wu Yuan thought happily in pain.
All creatures in the wasteland witnessed the fire.
Even Wen Renjing, Zhang Jiaoyue, Jiang Fan and others on the dimensional wall vaguely saw a faint red light from the broken screen covered with snowflakes.
What happened down there?
Their hearts clenched, and then the cat suddenly started running.
The big black and yellow cat seemed to have discovered something suddenly. It flew past Wen Renjing like a bolt of lightning and ran towards the depths of the wasteland.
"Wait for me!" Wen Renjing hurriedly followed.
He didn't want to wait any longer. Waiting was excruciating. Zhang Jiaoyue and Jiang Fan looked at each other and followed immediately. other search and rescue teams
When the members saw this, how could they stay where they were?
Run.
Maybe there will be a turning point if we move.
The wasteland at night is a place for wrestling and fouling, but for cats, it is unimpeded. It ran without distraction, through the grass and over the dug-out mounds of soil, its bright and alert cat eyes staring ahead until it found the target it wanted.
It saw a red thread in the night wind.
That swaggering red line is hidden in the darkness, as if there is nothing there. Maybe it was instinct at work, and it wanted to stir it up, so it did so.
It climbed up the tree nimbly, then jumped down from the tree, its outstretched paws accurately crossed the red line, and then landed on the ground, letting out a clear cat meow, "Meow."
Red line tremor.
Everyone connected by the red thread can feel a sudden relaxation. Li Heping turned his stiff neck and looked at the team members who had fallen to the ground. When he looked at the huge black shadow again, he found that it began to roll.
In the tumbling, the black mist stirred and the tentacles danced wildly, seeming to express some kind of anger.
The cat is angry too.
Its claws flashed out, and all the stray cats, big and small, ran over with it, barking all over the mountains and plains. Amidst the noisy and sharp cry, the big cat jumped out again like lightning, hooking its claws on the red line and pressing down.
"Bah." Wen Renjing seemed to hear the sound of threads breaking.
Half of the broken red thread floated into the distance and disappeared completely. The other half remained on the cat's paw, obviously not entangled, but not blown away by the wind.
"Meow." The cat meowed, looking at Wen Renjing with its eyes as if it was saying something.
Red line?
cat?
What are you talking about?
Wen Renjing was out of breath from running and his mind was in a mess. But as the human being who communicates best with cats here, and as a student on Garden Road, he thinks he can.
Think about how teachers and seniors usually teach you, and think about how to deal with it. Calm down first.
Cats are harmless.
At least in this wasteland, it is a friend rather than an enemy. He had seen this kind of red thread before, and it was commonly used by senior students. Dahuang also loved the balls of wool wrapped with them. Cats love it too.
Is it some kind of guidance?
What can they find along this red line? Or where to arrive?
"Huh..." Wen Renjing adjusted his breathing, walked up to the cat, and stretched out his hand, "Let's go together, okay? Can you trust us again?"!
