Miss, your house has taken down gl

Cong Yu didn't tell anyone about this incident, but she might not be the only one who knew some details, such as the leader who was skeptical from the beginning.

It's just that the leader knew that there might be tricks in it, but he didn't expect it to be related to Song Ruanmeng.

That night, everyone was too tired, but everyone was restless and unable to fall asleep. Only Feng Xiu fell asleep, but you can tell from the frown between his brows even in the dream that this dream may not be What a dream.

In the dream, he was wearing armor and standing on a high altar.

There is a three-meter-high pillar in the middle of the altar. A woman in red is tied to the pillar. The woman's long black hair is messy and scattered on her face. It is impossible to see the expression at the moment.

A circle of dry firewood surrounded her feet, and a voice rang in his ears: "General Feng, why don't you light the fire and burn this wicked evildoer who has brought disaster to the country and the people to death!"

The sky was gloomy, and he was holding the torch in his hand. Hearing this, he tightly squeezed the stick with his fingertips. Within a few breaths, faint cracks appeared on the stick.He looked at the dark square under the altar, and the shouts of "burn her! burn her!" came like a raging wave.

He looked ahead, gritted his teeth tightly, sweat dripped from his helmet, and veins popped up on his forehead.

"General Feng, what are you waiting for!" The voice recalled again, "Did you forget why your wife died! If you don't do it yet, do you want this princess to do it yourself!"

"No." He gritted his teeth, and after a long time, a word came out of his mouth.

"what?"

"I don't believe it..." The torch in his hand was still burning, and cracks appeared on the body of the stick, "I don't believe she did it..."

"General Feng!"

In the dream, he could feel himself struggling in the dream, but he couldn't break free from the terrible cage of thought.Then, he saw the so-called image of his wife appearing in his mind, that person turned out to be...

Feng Xiu opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely and looking at the top of his head, panting heavily.

The fat man at the side reached out to pat his chest in a daze, and fell asleep again after patting.

He gently moved away the fat man's hand, got out of bed and walked out the door. The starry sky in the desert was so beautiful that it seemed that even the gloom in his heart would dissipate.

The wind was blowing gently, blowing his half-length hair that hadn't been trimmed for a long time. He looked into the distance and seemed to be able to see a thin figure stumbling forward slowly in the desert.

The man seemed to have sensed something, and turned slightly sideways, with a faint smile in his star-like eyes.

In the dream, the woman slowly closed her eyes in his arms, leaving her last words: General, being with you is probably the fate I asked for in my previous life. This fate is enough for one life.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

After a long time, when he returned to the house, he saw the fat man rubbing his sleepy eyes and was about to get out of bed. Seeing him coming in, he took off his shoes and climbed up again, muttering, "Where did you go in the middle of the night? Become crazy."

"Go to sleep, the room is too stuffy, I'm just going to blow some air."

The fat man murmured: "Crazy, I really haven't woken up yet."

Feng Xiu smiled and touched the fat man's head, letting the fat man twist and turn into his arms, using himself as a pillow.

When he woke up the next day, the members of the fighting tribe had already started working. Song Ruanmeng and others packed up their things and were called over by the leader of the fighting tribe.

In the leader's room stood a few elderly people who were at least seventy and at most ninety or above. They were covered in black robes covering their entire body, only showing half of their faces below the eyebrows. They sat on stools with crutches, their eyes lowered. Looking down at the ground, they didn't lift it when they came in.

It turned out that the first thing the leader asked them to come over was to return those survival items at sea, and the other thing was to talk about what happened last night.

In the desert, the weak always prey on the strong, and the weak have no right to speak.Yesterday, a few people in their team killed most of the young and middle-aged men of the fighting tribe.Although they were generally seriously injured, it was true that they besieged the two opponents at the beginning. This kind of thing was inherently immoral, so they didn't say anything about it.

Song Ruanmeng thought that what he said might have nothing to do with the beating last night, but he didn't expect him to talk about another thing.

It is said that this desert was not so barren thousands of years ago. There was once a huge country standing here. The country was strong and the people were rich.

The trance dance ceremony in the past was very strict, and foreigners were not allowed to participate, and people with mental disorders or mental illnesses that had not been cured were not allowed to join.Because in the trance dance in the past, a magical special substance was put into the fire. Once this kind of thing was burned, the smell would disperse into the air and be inhaled by the participants, which would increase the chance of trance, or communicate with the predecessors. technology, or being able to dream about one's past lives.

Gradually, the story of the trance dance was spread, and many people came here admiringly. Although they couldn't join, they could watch from afar.However, one day, most of the holy seed seeds that were put in the fire were stolen away, and then the king fell into madness. He first experimented with foreign envoys to refine the elixir of longevity. No foreign envoy dared to enter here, so the king searched for lost travelers in the desert.

Immediately afterwards, the ruler began to be dissatisfied with this amount, and searched for homeless people and beggars in his own country. In just a few days, the streets became very clean, and there were no traces of homeless people and beggars.At first everyone was very happy, thinking that it was the lord who drove these people out.

Later, the ruler of the country formulated strict laws and regulations, not only murder and arson must pay for life, even if there is a dispute with others and hurt the other party, he must pay for life. Once a petty thief is reported, someone will immediately arrest him. The elders will also be put in prison, and people in this country have become more civilized and polite, beautiful and peaceful.

But things didn’t end there. Someone woke up early in the morning and was arrested on trumped-up charges. Someone got drunk and disappeared in an alley. Someone was arrested for making clothes for customers that didn’t fit. , someone was caught because the forged knife cut a small wound when the knife owner used it...

Those who were taken away never came back.

As time goes by, people in this country are becoming more and more panicked, because more and more people are being taken away, and the once bustling streets are becoming more and more empty. No one alive knows what they will face.

Rumors began to spread in the country that those who were taken away were all killed, and no one was left alive.

People became more and more afraid, and they packed up their bags and wanted to escape, but it was already too late. The once wise and mighty ruler had already fallen into madness. The medicine he made from living people was not useless. His soldiers, The ministers have long been controlled by him and lost their minds just like him.

At the gate of the city, layers of soldiers have been gathered. Inside, there are former neighbors, children, husbands, fathers, uncles, and even lovers, etc., but now, these people have fanaticism on their faces, beating the unarmed people crazily. People, the gate of the city is caught in a crazy battle.

But there are still many fish that slipped through the net and escaped from the ancient city with their families, and fled far away.

Among them are the small tribe before and the current fighting tribe.

Most of the tribes still retain the previous inheritance. Although there are fewer sacred objects, they still retain the custom of trance dance. There are fewer and fewer people in the previous life. Now in their tribe, the last person who can see the previous life has died a few months ago.

In a few decades, this ceremony may gradually disappear in the torrent of history.

And thousands of years ago, that country declined rapidly within just two years after people fled, and a terrible sandstorm surrounded that country with terrible quicksand pits, like a terrible and majestic punishment from heaven, this country Disappeared, disappeared under the desert.

The people who escaped from the desert cheered and cheered the death of those demons.However, decades later, it is said that some people saw many people crawling out from under the sand and established a mysterious tribe in another corner of the desert. Sweeping, separated from the mainland and turned into an island, drifting to an unknown place, and the other half became a more mysterious tribe that few people could see.

It is said that no matter how hot the weather is, the people of this tribe will wear a hooded black robe, and they will refine a monster, which has no flesh and blood below the head.

Fleshless monsters below the head...

Song Ruanmeng's hand tightened, and Cong Yu reached out to grab her hand and patted her to calm her emotions.

At this time, Song Ruanmeng quietly approached the woman beside him, regardless of whether he was alone in the unilateral cold war.

The fat man and classmate Xu were close to Feng Xiu, and the fat man muttered to himself: "It's a half corpse..."

As soon as these words came out, the old people on the side who didn't say a word at first and didn't raise their eyelids raised their eyes one after another, staring at them gloomyly with cloudy eyes.

Fatty Chrysanthemum flinched, thinking of what the leader said just now, no matter whether the weather is hot or not, he always wears a black robe covering his whole body... Isn't this the description of the old people in front of him?

Song Ruanmeng took a step forward to block the people behind him, lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a steady voice, "What's the purpose of you telling us this?"

The leader grinned and showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth: "I know, if you want to go to sea, the only way to go to sea is that tribe, and more than half a month ago, the people of that tribe got out of seclusion for some reason."

In other words, the team before them that also participated in the trial upgrade may have collided with that tribe.