Xie Chen scattered the rice in his hand and ran quickly towards the white strip.
The speed is much faster than before, and it is no longer so lifeless.
The desire to survive can always drive people to complete things faster that they would otherwise be unable to do, and this time is no exception.
Arriving at the entrance of Loess Alley, Xie Chen stood there, his feet trembling a little.
My sore thighs already made me unable to stand. Fortunately, I held on to the wall next to me to prevent me from falling to the ground.
I saw a broken paper figure tied to a bamboo pole.
It was swaying and being blown by the wind, and even made a squeaking sound.
The scattered scraps of paper were scattered everywhere, and many of them fell on the ground, probably around the white paper figure.
This bamboo pole is very long and thick, but when it is rubbed on the ground, it gives people a feeling that it is not so stable.
The finger was floating in the sky, half of its head was firmly embedded in the wire, and the pupils of the eyes stuck in the skull seemed very secure.
This paper man only has one head left, so there is really no way for people to feel at ease.
The white paper floated slowly. In fact, from such a close distance, it looked more like a white dress being draped on the paper man.
Some places below had turned black, and some gray fly ash even flew in front of him, and he caught it with his hands.
There is indeed a lot of wind in this place, and there is an open field with a cloud ring in the middle.
Compared with the previous cold front, this vanguard is much warmer and more normal. It should be said that it has a lot more "human flavor".
Xiechen didn't dare to look at the white paper man carelessly. Every time he raised his head, he would feel its two empty eyes staring at him all the time.
The feeling of embarrassment inside became more and more severe.
Xie Chen raised his head sideways and took a few steps forward. Finally, he was less than two meters away from the bamboo pole.
Those scraps of paper were stepped on under his feet, and the touch that came through his shoes was actually less like paper and more like the fragments of some iron plates that had been hacked out.
Although it is a bit outrageous to say this, it is really the case.
Xie Chen scratched the scraps of paper under his feet with his feet, and immediately drew a trace on the ground. The scraps of paper showed no signs of wrinkles, as if they were pulled from one side to the other out of thin air.
Xie Chen exhaled to embolden himself. After all, this thing became more and more familiar to him, as if he had seen it before somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.
"A paper figurine made of white paper?"
"Why is there so much paper in this place?"
"Why did I appear in this loess alley after the coffin was carried out for cremation? I remember it was obviously a funeral."
Xiechen complained word by word, but he was actually giving himself psychological hints.
I couldn't think about these things clearly at first, and I couldn't even figure them out.
Xie Chen walked forward slowly and came under the bamboo pole.
Then he kicked the bamboo pole, and the entire bamboo pole, which seemed unstable, began to shake, and there was still wind blowing around.
Pulled by the paper man hanging above, the bamboo pole inserted on the ground becomes even more unstable.
Xie Chen smiled slightly, and the expression on his face showed that he was willing to risk everything.
I want to see what this white paper man is.
Bang Bang kicked him twice again, and even hit him with his whole body.
After touching the bamboo pole several times, my sore hands and feet began to lose feeling, and the numbness even became stronger and stronger.
Xie Chen gritted his teeth and rubbed the acupuncture points of Hukou. His hands and feet were twisted at this time, but he did not feel any pain.
Xie Chen calmly stood up straight, looked at the bamboo pole that was about to fall, gritted his teeth and beat it with his hands.
There was a clang, and the sound echoed repeatedly in the surrounding empty field.
Xie Chen calmed down, but suddenly felt like retching, as if something was churning in his stomach.
But I haven't eaten anything during this period, and I have even been fasting for a long time. Is it possible that I can still vomit out bile?
As his throat began to feel uncomfortable, his stomach also reacted, and many things were heading towards his throat. Only then did he realize that it was the black fluid that had been hiding in his body.
But why do they come out of their bodies at this time?
Before he could figure out the cause, the black fluid seemed to come out of his throat bit by bit, and then his nose and mouth.
Even the pores on the entire surface began to be covered by a black film.
Xie Chen's body felt a little uncomfortable. After the bamboo pole swayed in the last circle, he finally couldn't hold it up and fell to the ground.
The white strip tied to the bamboo pole covered the paper man's head when it fell.
Seeing that what Xie Chen vomited was the black fluid, he did not cover his mouth with his hands, but let the stuff come out of his mouth.
These black fluids did not disappoint me. They came out very quickly, especially those that came out of the pores on the face. Even after forming a black film, they fell off on their own.
Before he could react, the black fluid immediately penetrated into the ground and headed towards the shadow.
Even if he wanted to catch them, he didn't know what method he would use to catch them all.
As the black fluid was discharged from the body, his body felt a lot more relaxed, and his hands no longer felt sore as before.
Even his legs seemed to have become stronger, and his brain was still as clear-headed as ever. The full moon in the sky completely disappeared at this time.
The black clouds that blocked the full moon were also missing.
The entire sky was clean and tidy, and even though it was dark, many stars could still be seen clearly.
Xie Chen did not slack off, nor was he intoxicated by this scene.
Instead, he walked towards the front of the fallen bamboo pole.
That is where the white paper head is tied, and it is also the top of the bamboo pole when it is erected.
The material of the iron wire looked familiar to me. The reason why I was sure it was iron wire was because the physical shape of the thing tied to the bamboo pole changed so much when it shook.
Even though the things were all painted red, I still dared to guess that they were wires.
As he slowly reached the top of the bamboo pole, a white strip of cloth also appeared in front of him.
Xie Chen didn't hesitate and stepped on the corner of this strip of cloth with his foot.
What people didn't expect was that the white strip that looked extremely soft in front of them actually made a banging sound after being stepped on, and the entire white cloth seemed extremely hard.
It's as if someone could hit it with a heavy hammer, but it would be difficult to break the white cloth into pieces.
Xie Chen slowly knelt down and gently picked up some with his hands, but it seemed extremely light.
Logically speaking, this material should be much heavier, but it is almost the same as silk fabric.
With a puzzled look on his face, Xie Chen was about to lift off the white strip to see if the head underneath was different from the green bamboo strip paper man.
As he opened the entire white note with one hand, a mangled head appeared in his eyes.
In fact, it is more than just such a mutilated head. There is also half a body connected to the lower part of the side. However, the left and right and upper and lower cross-sections of this half of the body are half missing, leaving only half of the chest cavity.
