forced to be pampered by monsters

The head retracted into the crown of the tree and disappeared, and the branch moved a few times to restore calm.

Weimian was taken aback at first, and held the tree stump tightly but did not dare to move.

The spider didn't go away at all, but kept following him.

It doesn't mean to hurt yourself either...

Weimian stood up holding the stump, and began to carefully recall the details of the night when he met the spider for the first time.

He slowly walked under the tree and raised his head. There was nothing but the lush leaves. The spider seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving no trace or movement.

When the green-eyed monster appears, the spider seems to do the same, it should have a special way to hide its whereabouts.

Weimian stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand and probed in the air, but didn't touch anything.

After the spider was discovered by him just now, it also looked frightened, and Weimian was not sure if it was no longer here.

Such a big monster is different from plants like vines, not to mention that the spider has indeed cut his hand. Without being sure about its true intentions, Weimian has already mustered up the courage to stand here.

He didn't stay any longer, and hurried back to the cave, the sun wasn't going to shine today.

Seeing Weimian go into the cave, the spider was relieved to hide in the cocoon.

It was just curious about why Weimian was squatting by the lake without moving, so it poked its head out to take a look, but it happened to be seen by Weimian.

Fortunately, it reacted quickly enough, and slipped into the cocoon passage before Weimian approached, and put away the cocoon on the other side of the tree crown.

Unmian is the partner that Hei Mist looks for, and it can't get too close.

Moreover, the spider knows that it looks weird, and humans like Wumian will instinctively reject it, and it doesn't want to scare the other party.

After a morning, the spider continued to patrol the edge of the forest along the perimeter.

The pre-arranged trap worked, and the spider pulled out a bony believer from a pit, stabbed him to death, and threw him away.

The area outside the forest is almost full of ruins, piled up stones and debris can be seen everywhere, not only few humans pass by, even many monsters are reluctant to come here.

But even so, the spider can't let his guard down.

It built a new cocoon on the pit, hurried back to the woods, and went to search for new wild fruits for Weimian.

—

In a certain city ruins far to the north, a dark mist rose from the ground, casting a shadow around it, as if the night had come early.

The dilapidated high-rise buildings are crumbling, vines are covered with incomplete stone walls, and there is a desolate atmosphere of abandonment and forgetfulness everywhere.

The ruins in front of them were a mess, with many traces of fighting, and the corpses of several monsters and humans fell on the ground.

One person still had breath, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

They were a few new humans. When they passed by here, they ran into three monsters looking for food together. Although they worked together to kill the monsters, they also got into it.

The person in the team with the ability to heal has the weakest combat effectiveness. He was killed by a monster a long time ago. Without timely treatment, the only person left can't last long.

His body began to twitch slightly because he was dying, his consciousness gradually lost, and his vision suddenly dimmed.

Is it getting dark so soon?In a trance, he saw the shadows slowly converging and forming a blurred figure.

The figure was condescending, standing beside him.

who is it?

Before he had time to delve into this weird scene, he suddenly burst out with a desire to survive, and stretched out his blood-stained hand with all his strength, trying to grab the figure: "Save...save me..."

The figure seemed to squat down, and the black mist covering his body made him unable to see the person's face clearly, but he could feel a warm, extremely indifferent gaze falling on him.

Then he heard the sound of flesh being torn apart, coming from his chest, a vague arm pierced in and crushed his heart.

The person lying on the ground was completely out of breath, his arms hanging down feebly.

Creatures that are about to die can replenish less vitality, but it is better than nothing, and the figures re-disperse into black mist, and the thick liquid-like mist keeps churning.

After hunting all kinds of monsters and believers in the past few days, the power of the black mist has grown rapidly, and it is stronger than when it was in the woods.

However, it is far from enough, not even one-ten-thousandth of his peak period.

But the forest has not completely lifted the restrictions on him, and he can no longer move forward.

As night fell, the mist slowly sank into the ground, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

—

Ever since the spider chased away the green-eyed monster that day, Wei Mian hasn't encountered any abnormalities.

The spiders no longer reappeared, but more and more wild fruits were piled up by the lake every day, and Wei Mian even wondered if the whole plant had been pulled down.

It's a very different approach to vines, but seems to serve the same purpose.

Moreover, the fruit is placed on the rocks by the lake every time, not near the cave where he rests, as if deliberately keeping a distance from him.

The first thing that popped up in Weimian's mind was the spider.

But all this is just his guess, and the fruit may not be the spider.

He took ten of them and put them in his pocket as usual, and this time he found a large leaf, intending to wrap the rest.

Weimian didn't take all of them away a few times before, and when he came over the next day to check, the remaining fruits seemed to have been thrown away, and the ones that were put back were fresh.

He felt a little distressed. These wild fruits can be eaten after drying, and they can be stored for a longer period of time.

So Weimian didn't intend to be polite anymore, and prepared to take all of them back.

He was squatting on the bank, washing the fruits one by one in the water, when he looked up and saw a strange looking thing appearing on the stones where the fruits were piled up.

The thing was about the size of a palm, like several slender and dry branches glued together to form the shape of a praying mantis. The forelimbs were lifted up, and it was "holding" a fruit.

Weimian was taken aback, this thing wasn't here just now...could it be alive?

It didn't move at all, probably because it was too small, it looked harmless, and Weimian wasn't afraid. He held his breath and waited for a while, and couldn't help stretching out his hand slowly.

He just raised his hand and before he touched the stone, the strange thing suddenly moved.

It screamed, the sound was thin and small, dropped the fruit, jumped into the grass and fled quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Weimian was stunned, silently withdrew her hand.

That must be a kind of monster, right?It looks like both plants and animals, somewhat similar to vines, and can steal fruit, but unfortunately failed...

After leaving the base for so long, it was the first time for Weimian to see a monster that he was scared to run away, so he couldn't help but look into the grass twice.

But no matter how novel it was, he also knew that the other party was afraid of him, so he immersed himself in cleaning the fruit, as if he hadn't seen anything just now.

Before going back, Weimian deliberately took out two fruits from the washed fruit and placed them on the stone alone.

The spider saw the whole process in the dark. It knew the monster. It was called a dead branch insect. It was only that big when it was an adult. It only ate plants, probably because there was a water source here and there were too many fruits piled on the rocks. That's what attracted it.

Since there was no threat to Unmian, the spider ignored him and stayed quietly in the cocoon.

At night, Weimian went back to sleep in the cave, and the spider guarded nearby for a while, planning to go to the outside to patrol.

As soon as it left, it felt the familiar pressure approaching quickly.

A thin mist appeared out of thin air and slowly circulated around the cave.

It's Black Mist, he's back.

The spider was very happy, and was about to go forward to meet it, when it saw the mist drifting into the cave.

Its raised legs were retracted again, and it silently turned around without disturbing it.

At this time, the sleepless Wanmian fell into a dream.

In front of him is still a stone cave that is several circles larger than in reality. It is spacious and has hidden security. He is half lying on a warm body with people around his waist.

A hand stroked his back, and slowly touched his side face and the black horns on top of his head.

When the goat's horn was touched, Weimian snorted softly, shivering and trying to escape.

However, that hand did not let him go, but squeezed it even harder, rubbing it slowly with the pulp of its fingers.

Weimian was in a half-dream and half-awake state, he looked up with a wrinkled face, and his expression was a little ignorant and aggrieved by being woken up.

The person who was holding him breathed heavily, leaned over and rubbed against the cheeks of Wumian, buried the tip of his nose in the side of his neck, sniffing his unique scent.

This action was too intimate, Weimian's face was slightly hot, he regained consciousness a little, and pushed the person away.

Only then did he see the face of the person in front of him clearly, and asked blankly, "Why is it you again?"

Hei Wu rushed back to the woods tonight, so that he could see Weimian earlier and get close to him in his dream.

As a result, Weimian not only pushed him away, but also seemed not too happy about seeing him again.

The longing and anxiety for several days erupted because of this reaction of Wei Mian, displeasure appeared on Hei Wu's expressionless face, and his pupils became darker red.

He forcibly clasped the back of Wan Mian's neck and pressed it over, and the two of them got close again.

"Don't hide." There was a trace of haze in Hei Wu's tone, his movements were tough, but when the tip of his nose rubbed against the side of Wei Mian's face, he was very gentle.

Weimian's face was itchy, the back of her neck was pinched and she couldn't move, and she was a little too scared to make a sound.

He calmed down until he felt the strength in the back of his neck relax a little, then whispered: "You hurt me."

The curvature of the corners of Wanmian's lips pressed down, not very happy.

This is in his dream, why do things that make him uncomfortable still happen, don't the dreams all come according to his own wishes.

Weimian has long since forgotten the black shadow that once wanted to kill him in his dream. In his opinion, the person in front of him is obviously gentle and will heal his wounds.

As for why the wound really disappeared after he woke up that time, Weimian is still a little dazed, unable to think normally.

Without saying a word, Hei Wu pulled back the collar on the back of Wanmian's neck, and sure enough, he saw a few obvious red marks printed on his fair skin.

He rubbed it lightly, Weimian still looked aggrieved.

At this time, a plant poked its head out from the bottom of the stone cave covered with hay, and kept sprouting and growing rapidly until a small white flower bloomed, right next to the two of them.

Weimian was attracted by the flower, and looked down silently.

Hei Wu seemed to be aware of it, reached out and picked the flowers, brought them to Wei Mian's eyes, and put them in his hands.

Weimian's unhappiness just now disappeared immediately, he was a little at a loss while holding the flower, and after a while he said: "...Thank you."

Hei Wu keenly captured his emotional changes, touched his red earlobe: "Like it?"

Weimian nodded honestly: "Yes."

He was really happy, he could be coaxed by a little flower, and he no longer resisted or avoided when he was hugged again.

Such dreams consume sleepless energy, even though he is still asleep, he still feels drowsy, leans his head on the shoulder of the person in front of him and yawns, clenches the flower in his hand and closes his eyes, consciousness soon Vague.

When she woke up completely, Weimian looked at the cave she was in and was distracted, as if she still had the illusion of being immersed in a dream.

He lowered his head and opened his palms, which were empty.

He remembered it very clearly this time, in the dream someone gave him a flower, as if it was the same person as in the last dream.

Dreaming of him again after a few days, Weimian no longer knew how to react.

And every time after waking up, everything in the dream would always become blurred, and he couldn't get more information.

Weimian sat alone for a long time before he pushed through the weeds at the entrance of the cave and got out.

He got up late today, and the sun has come out, shining on the grass in front of him.

Weimian took out the stump to go to the lake to fetch water, when she raised her head and saw a vine swimming fast like a snake, with a small white flower curling around its tail.

"A Teng?" Weimian subconsciously shouted, dropped the tree stump and knelt in the grass, surprised and delighted.

The vines put the little flower in Weimian's hand, and wrapped it around his wrist skillfully as before.

Weimian picked up the flower with complicated emotions. He was a little angry that the vine hadn't appeared for a few days, and worried whether something else happened to it.

In the end, Weimian didn't ask anything, just touched the leaves of the vines: "It's good to be back."

He also noticed that the leaves of the vines were no longer wilted, and even the faded color at the tail was gone.

Taking a closer look, apart from these, Weimian always feels that the vines are not the same as before.

But this is the only vine that will send him flowers, so Weimian stopped thinking about it and took the vine to fetch water from the lake.

Today the stone by the lake is empty, the two fruits that Weimian put on yesterday are gone, and there are no wild fruits piled up like a few days ago.

He looked around and subconsciously touched the vine on his wrist.

The vines returned to him, and the spider that was suspected of giving him fruit seemed to be gone again.

It may also be that he was thinking too much... Weimian squatted down to fetch water, took out a cloth bag and towel to wash.

In the grass behind him, a dead branch as thick as a finger poked out quietly through the leaves, with a pair of small sesame-like eyes on it.

It seemed to want to get close to Wanmian, but it was a little apprehensive, and after a moment of hesitation, it hid in the weeds and disappeared.

After wiping his face, Weimian didn't leave immediately, but hung the wet towel on the tree to dry in the sun.

By noon, Wei Mian was a little hungry, so he put away the dried towels and prepared to go back.

As he walked, he said to the vines: "When you are not around, there will be a lot of wild fruits by the lake every day..."

Weimian wanted to ask Vine if there were any other monsters it knew in the woods, and felt that this question was a bit stupid.

He silently closed his mouth and continued to walk back, but suddenly stopped under his feet.

In the dense forest ahead, there was a person.

It was a man, who was a little far away, and he could only see that his clothes were dirty, and he was staggering towards this side.

It was the first time for Weimian to see a real person in the barren area in such a long time. He confirmed that he was right, and hesitated to go and have a look.

Human beings are infected and become believers very quickly. This person doesn't seem to be in good condition, he seems to have traveled a long way, and there is no sign of mutation.

If you can, you will always have a better chance of surviving in a couple than if you are alone.

Thinking of this, Weimian tried to wave his hand at the man so that he could see him, and took a step forward.

But at this moment, the person in the distance stopped, and his limbs began to twist unnaturally.

First, the waist was bent back abruptly, a brand new blue-white scale was exposed in the middle of the torn flesh, and the limbs continued to swell to several times.

He is mutating into a believer.

In a short period of time, the human in front of him turned into a monster with a height of four or five meters. The body and bones that had grown not long ago were covered with blood and flesh.

The believer turned around, its head was not completely mutated, it still had a human face, and it opened its mouth to spit out vague words. This strange sight sent chills down Waimian's spine.

Seeing the believer rushing towards him quickly, before Wei Mian could turn around and run away, the vine on his wrist rushed towards the believer first.

Sleepless's pupils constricted: "A Teng!"

The vines were extremely fast, climbing and shuttling between the branches, wrapping around the monster's neck and strangling it to death.

The believer raised his weird head and roared, and grabbed the vine with his flexible forelimbs and pulled it hard.

Weimian watched helplessly as the vine broke in two under the claws of the believer, and the stems fell limply to the ground, her mind went blank.

However, in the next second, Weimian clearly saw strands of black mist overflowing from the broken wound of the vine.

The believer finally sensed the danger, trembling and whining, but was instantly swallowed by the thick black mist.

The sound of bone cracking continued to come from the mist. When the black mist withdrew, the corpse of the believer collapsed into a mass of rotten flesh, and a strong smell of blood spread around.

All this happened so quickly, Weisian witnessed the whole process, her hand still holding the tree stump trembled slightly, and her feet seemed to be filled with lead.

Afterwards, the black mist drifted away behind him automatically without wind.

Weimian bowed his head stiffly, the coat he was wearing was wide, and the two sides of the waist were sunken a little, as if an invisible person opened his arms and hugged him from behind.

A gust of very light wind brushed against Wei Mian's ears, blowing a few strands of hair like breathing.