Strangely enough, at this moment, Hong Nianke suddenly smelled an indescribable fragrance. It smelled like the fragrance of flowers, but it was not the fragrance of flowers. In a daze, Hong Nianke's hand trembled, and the sunspot in his hand actually clicked straight down, and with a "click" it landed where Hong Nianke was originally going to drop it, three blocks away. .
Hong Nian saw that the chess piece in his hand fell accidentally, and he was shocked. He hurriedly reached out to pick up the chess piece, but the black piece seemed to be completely embedded in the chessboard. No matter how Hong Nian moved it, , actually motionless.
Hong Nianke looked up in surprise at the little boy on the other side of the chessboard. The little boy didn't move. He just looked at Hong Nianke with a smile and murmured: "No regrets when you make a move..."
After saying these four words, the little boy picked up a white piece and placed it next to Hong Nianke's black piece.
And as the white stone fell, a loud "coaxing" sound came from all around the room, as if something fell from all directions.
Hong Nianke turned around and looked around. Perhaps the impact just now was too great, and the dust on the beams of the house was shaken down.
But the little boy didn't seem to care, and just said lightly, "You still have ten minutes to finish the game with me."
Hong Nianke frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean?"
The little boy looked up at Hong Nianke and said, "That's what you heard... You still have ten minutes..."
Hong Nianke said: "Then what if there is no winner in this game of chess in these ten minutes?"
The little boy smiled and said: "That's simple... either of us will die..."
The word "death" is not scary, and for many people, facing death is not a terrible thing.
But when this word comes out of the mouth of a child less than ten years old, and it is said so calmly and calmly, it is an extremely scary thing.
In fact, death is not terrible. What is terrible is waiting for that moment to arrive. Especially when you know the time, the huge psychological pressure will make people make continuous mistakes in a short period of time, and this kind of mistake is exactly what the rules set. What the deciders want to see.
I've experienced death and come back from hell again and again, so I know what it feels like.
To be honest, although I am not afraid of death, I am not afraid of death either.
Why do I like this feeling, because I know that although I am lucky, I am not at the point where I can save the day every time.
However, fortunately, I survived this time.
The coffin I was in fell into a huge crack. The strong sense of weightlessness made me unable to do anything. I could only hold on to the coffin boards on both sides to prevent myself from being thrown out.
But even so, the huge impact still made me almost breathless.
Fortunately, when I only had half my life left, the big black lacquered wood coffin jumped into the water with a bang.
It turns out that underneath this Broken Leaf City, there is actually a huge underground river.
The water in the river was very fast, very fast, and bitingly cold. After a while, I felt that the temperature in my blood was being taken away bit by bit.
But what can I do at this time?
The only thing I could do was sit in the big black lacquered wood coffin and flow downstream along the underground river.
I don’t know how long it took, but the rushing water of the underground river finally began to slow down a little bit, and the big black coffin I was in was also washed to a relatively gentle place.
This is a place that is hard to imagine. There are strands of strange flowers growing in the cracks in the rocks. The leaves of these flowers are very wide and fan-shaped, and are covered with dark red fine lines, like blood vessels.
However, its flowers are pitifully small, only the size of an adult's thumbnail, oval-shaped, and look like a sarcoma from a distance.
What's even more strange is that this small flower actually glows, like a firefly, with a faint dark red glowing from the stamens.
It wouldn't be surprising if there was just one such flower, but this place was full of small red-emitting flowers, illuminating the entire land.
But bright and bright, this red light always seems a bit weird. It feels as if I am not in the human world at this time, but in a corner of hell.
"Grandma! Don't think so much. The light is better than being in the dark!" I kept comforting myself, "What the hell do you want a bicycle for?"
While I was talking, I used this red light to look around, and found that I was now at a gentle river bend.
This place looks to me like an upside-down water scoop.
Seeing that there was no danger, I couldn't help but lean against the coffin.
The board let out a sigh of relief.
At this time, I felt that every joint in my body began to hurt. The most painful thing was my hands.
At this time, my hands were already numb due to excessive exertion. It took a while before I gradually regained consciousness. I shook my hands and kept cursing in my heart: "Grandma's fault! What is this? It's a good fall." Here comes this place…where the hell is this?”
Of course, no one came forward to answer my question, and I naturally couldn't find the answer myself.
I didn't move, still sitting in the coffin, staring at the mummy under me.
Maybe many people are full of fear of corpses, but for me, the dead are sometimes better than the living. At least they will not lie to you, nor set up a trap to harm you, nor can they deceive your feelings. .
When many people hear this, they may smile contemptuously, but it is indeed the truth, "I am not afraid of ghosts, but ghosts have not hurt me at all. I am not afraid of people, but people have hurt me all over my body..."
In fact, for me, I prefer dead people because sometimes they will tell you all the secrets that living people cannot tell.
I looked at the mummy in front of me, and ten thousand questions were rushing back and forth in my mind. The most important question was, what do the notes about "fire" and "tree" mean?
And just when I was puzzled, suddenly there was a sound of "Plop, plop, plop" in my ears.
The sound was not loud, but it was very clear. It was obviously the sound of something flapping its wings.
I turned my head and looked in the direction of the sound, and found that it was a moth.
This moth is not small in size. It is about the size of an adult's thumb. When its wings are spread out, it is as big as an adult man's hand.
I've seen a lot of moths, but never one this big.
The whole body of this moth was an earthy gray color, with faint red stripes on it. The stripes were very thin and complex. From a distance, it looked as if someone had deliberately carved some kind of scripture on it.
No, when I looked closely, the pattern on the moth's back looked more like a grimace.
I don't know much about this insect and don't know what category it belongs to, but one thing I am sure of is that this moth is exactly the same as the one I took out of Lu Dingchun's mouth.
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