All good things in this world are hard to come by, and nine times out of ten they are unsatisfactory.
Deafening thunder resounded outside the house, and lightning flashed from time to time, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.
Da da……
First a few raindrops fell, then thousands of horses galloped, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
Wow, wow...
The raindrops falling from the eaves fell on the wide balcony, and blew into Yaro's room with the howling wind.
Feeling the water droplets on his face, Yaro woke up from his dream with a dull expression, looked at the balcony dully, and began to doubt his life.
How handsome he looked at the stars before, but how miserable he was now.
No way, it’s not such a big balcony, there’s nothing to block it, right?
Yaro, who was huddled in the quilt, kept patrolling the balcony with the help of the flickering candlelight in the room, and finally he discovered where the 'life' was.
There is a sunken straight line between the room and the balcony. There is a stack of wooden boards neatly stacked on the balcony. This should be used as a barrier.
Yaro, get up quickly and go and set up the planks!
No! There is a strong gravitational pull inside the quilt, and I can't break free!
No, that's just your own laziness. Stay strong, Yaro, you are the best!
Yes, I am the best!
…
After experiencing a fierce ideological struggle, Yaro finally made a decision, turned over... and pulled up the quilt to cover his head!
"Why!"
Just for a moment, sanity finally returned.
Thinking that if he ignored it, he might have to sleep in the pond later, Yaro had no choice but to get up.
There is a small roof above the balcony to cover up the sunlight. This ventilation environment from all sides is not enough to withstand the heavy rain blown by the wind.
It was raining heavily outside, and it was raining lightly on the balcony. There were small puddles of different sizes on the seemingly flat ground.
The wind and rain took away the warmth that Yaro had finally accumulated from the quilt. He couldn't help but shudder, quickly quickened his pace, stepped into the small puddle, and stretched out his hand towards the wooden board.
The weight of the all-solid wood plank is not light, and it is very slippery when it is soaked by rain. However, this is not difficult for Yaro, who has been practicing for many years. With a light drink and a little effort, the flat plank was covered by him. Lift it up and put it upright into the groove.
After gaining experience in placing one piece, Yaro relied on his super perception ability to get faster and faster, and soon all the planks were erected.
He quickly went to the bathroom, wiped his clothes casually with a towel, and quickly got back under the quilt.
"Shh! It feels so comfortable."
The remaining warmth in the quilt made Yaro's body relax even more, and he suddenly felt sleepy. He closed his eyes with a satisfied smile.
Unfortunately, the wooden boards didn't seem to be tight. When Yaro closed his eyes, he could clearly hear the creaking sound of the wooden boards from time to time.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock... The raindrops falling from nowhere, kept making a sound, somewhat like footsteps approaching gradually.
Breathe~purr!
Breathe~purr!
…
Yaro opened his eyes in pain.
He never expected that his teacher could actually snore!
Brain...I want to sleep.
Ears - get out!
The closed environment made the surrounding sounds more obvious, and Yaro stared blankly at the burning candle beside him.
With his physical condition, staying up all night wouldn't be a big deal.
But when I was sleeping soundly, I was suddenly woken up, and then I was disturbed by various noises that kept me from falling asleep... This was very uncomfortable.
Crack!
I don’t know what kind of lamp oil was used. When it burns, it not only smells faintly, but also contains traces of black smoke. The candlelight explodes from time to time, causing the flame to sway slightly, causing the shadows on the wall to sway.
Yaro looked at the lights and shadows with dull eyes.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, my eyelids finally started to doze off.
ZZZ……
Boom!
A heavy knock on the door woke Yaro again. He turned over, pulled up the quilt and covered his head.
The quilt is my invincible shelter, no one can disturb me!
Boom, boom, boom!
The knocking on the door was slow and steady, maintaining a certain rhythm without a moment's pause.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop!
Yaro opened his eyes irritably and shouted angrily: "Who is it! You don't sleep at night!"
Bang bang bang!
Hearing Yaro's voice, the knocking outside the house became more urgent!
The black cat stretched and complained, "Can't you just let me sleep peacefully?"
Quietly?
Haven't you been asleep for a long time?
…
Wait!
Quiet?
So quiet!
After so much commotion, why is the hotel still so quiet?
Yaro immediately stood up, holding the knight's sword placed on the bedside, looking around with a solemn expression, and his breathing rhythm also changed quietly.
"Have you discovered it?" Black Cat gasped and stood up, "If you haven't discovered it yet, you might still be able to sleep, but now that you have woken up, the door to another space has opened."
Yaro's pupils couldn't help but shrink.
At the same time, the surrounding scenery began to change rapidly, resulting in unimaginable huge changes.
First, there was the sound of rain outside. The sound gradually increased. When it reached a certain limit, the sound of rain suddenly disappeared completely. It is not known whether the sound of rain exceeded the limit of Yaro's hearing or whether it stopped inexplicably.
Then the row of wooden boards erected on the balcony began to twist inexplicably, and the gaps between them gradually disappeared. The heart-wrenching sound of the wooden boards shaking gradually changed in the process and turned into a "smooth" sound. The dull sound.
It was like there was a giant beast scratching behind that wooden wall.
The loud sound of dripping water actually turned into the sound of footsteps, lingering at the door of the house.
The candlelight suddenly brightened, and the surrounding walls, which were not old at all, gradually became mottled, and countless gray-green mold quickly appeared along them.
Wow!
The earth between the bathrooms gradually collapsed, and spider webs spread inexplicably in the air.
In this short period of time, the entire room seemed like hundreds of years had passed!
Snap!
The sudden noise startled Yaro, and when he turned around, he realized that it was the sound of the wooden bed decaying and collapsing.
The wool products on the entire bed began to shrink and turn black, and an obscure and unpleasant stench gradually spread in the air.
Looking at the gray and black wool sheets and the faint traces of lying among the rotten wooden blocks, Yaro couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion.
Did he fall into a different space, or was he trapped in a different space for hundreds of years?
Just as Yaro's thoughts flashed across his mind, the lights went out instantly. In the dark room, the slightest light coming from the crack in the door became more conspicuous.
Bump bump!
With the violent noise, the light came into the crack of the door and then expanded. His heart beat wildly, and a strong sense of crisis gradually enveloped Yaro's heart.
Yaro swallowed and subconsciously took a half step back.
The black cat walked over slowly and said comfortingly: "Little Yaro, don't be afraid. You must have felt it too. The abnormality around you has intensified, right?"
"This is actually because of yourself."
"This is just a low-level weird space, but because you have the emotion of identification and regard the things in the weird space as reality, the connection between this weird space and you has been deepened."
Yaro smiled bitterly and said: "I don't want to either, but... the fragments that suddenly flashed through my brain are not something I can stop!"
"As long as you become a junior wizard apprentice, you will be able to stabilize your mental power. At that time, as long as your reason exists, you will be able to restrain your own thinking."
Yaro took a deep breath, calmed down and said: "Then I want to leave here even more, because I will be able to study as a wizard soon. I will naturally be able to do this kind of thing by then."
"Teacher Zhenma, if we stay where we are, can we leave here automatically?"
Yaro has a deep understanding of the black cat's knowledge. Faced with the unknown things at this time, he can only turn to the black cat for help.
Black Cat continued to ask: "Did you feel fear later? Do you feel that it is getting more and more dangerous?"
Yaro did not deny it, but Wrinkle asked: "What's wrong?"
The black cat looked left and right, raised his eyebrows and said: "The sense of crisis is not a mistake. Your fear has been absorbed by the weirdness. You are being targeted!"
"Does it feel like this weird space is becoming more and more real?"
"Waiting where you are is waiting to die!"
"And...it's not necessary!"
"Hahaha!"
The black cat laughed wildly.
"You are afraid because you are too weak. If you were strong enough, how could you be afraid?"
"This is an opportunity!"
With the help of the light coming from the crack in the door, Yaro was surprised to find that black smoke was actually rising from his teacher's body.
"Yaro, I will teach you another piece of knowledge today."
"Many weird spaces can absorb your emotions, steal your mental power, and strengthen themselves!"
"Even if you become a wizard, it will be difficult for you to completely defend yourself against all kinds of strange spaces."
"The emotions they rely on may be fear, or they may be greed, lust, appetite... But basically all weird spaces will not absorb the desire to fight!"
Black mist filled the air and gradually condensed into a black cat larger than Biaro.
"Do you know why?"
"Because during battle, the survival instinct of life will be stimulated, and all emotions will be worked hard for survival. The scattered emotions will be very rare, so..."
"Don't always think about escaping."
The huge black cat quickly rushed towards the wooden door that kept making noises.
Uh-huh!
In front of the black cat's sharp claws, the wooden door was as thin as brittle paper.
Sawdust was flying, and on the black cat's huge head, a pair of deep green vertical eyes looked at Yaro.
"Yaro, fight!"
Being targeted?
Waiting means waiting to die?
...Fight?
Yaro was silent for a moment, looking at the encouragement in Black Cat's eyes, the corners of his mouth split open, revealing an exaggerated smile.
"good!"
He raised his hand and slowly pulled out the long sword from the scabbard.
Uh-huh!
There was a flash of light in the darkness.
When the body squats down, Cat Fist-Running is automatically activated.
The arrector pili muscles all over the body are tense, and all kinds of subtle touches from the whole body are transmitted to the brain.
Breathing gradually increased, a large amount of oxygen was poured into the lungs, and the heart beat rapidly.
It’s such a familiar state.
It's like - back in 'kindergarten'!
So, let me think…
This time - in what way should you cry?
